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I hope people know that when I say "[scene that does not include what we would traditionally consider sex acts] is a sex scene" I don't mean "it's a metaphor that is hiding the Secret Coded Truth that the characters are sucking and fucking". I mean that anything can be crazy gay sex when you open your heart and mind
#this is mostly about classic lit bc there's like. this idea that gay sex needs to be Uncovered by discerning Modern Eyes#when really the eroticism is there all along#but also weirdly about the bone arm scene in htn
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Propaganda
Harriet Andersson (Summer With Monica, Sawdust and Tinsel, Smiles of a Summer Night, The Deadly Affair)—Sweden has a reputation for hot (and loose) young women, and Harriet Andersson is one of the reasons. Her performance in Ingmar Bergman's Summer With Monica wowed audiences around the world, and for those in the audience who didn't care much about plot or acting, the US also had a cut-down-to-the-juicy-bits version. Harriet kept acting in films by Bergman and others, showing she had considerable skill along with her beauty, and made her way into occasional international features like The Deadly Affair. Really, Andersson is a perfect actress if you're looking for someone who has highbrow cred and multiple awards, while also being an absolute stunner.
Candy Darling (Flesh)—no propaganda submitted
This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Candy Darling propagnda:
Harriet Andersson propaganda:
When she ate that stolen meat with her hands in Summer with Monika... now THAT'S Scandinavian eroticism
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thought i'd give this a go, enjoy lovelies<3
tonowari - top 5 kinks ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆
body worship ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆
• it's no surprise that this sweetheart has a body appreciation kink. he may be 8ft tall, built like a tank and the clan leader, but tonowari's still a sucker for some good old fashioned compliments and worship. lie this bby down, gently part his big, muscled thighs, and pepper kisses all across his body, and he'll love it
• from his toned abdomen to the softness of his upper legs, even venturing further to leave some hot, open-mouthed kisses along his rounded balls and girthy length. "..so, so pretty, up'pa..such a sweet baby for me, hmhmm?" is usually all it takes to make babyboy 'wari buck up earnestly, or let out a deep breathy moan at the sight of you taking your sweet time with his body.
edging/orgasm denial ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆
• linking to his switch!sub urge to be pushed down and played with, tonowari takes a special kind of enjoyment in being denied and edged. this could be through the classic vice grip on the base of his thick blue cock, lightly kitten-licking his bulbous tip as you tease out all of his precum; but additionally even merely riding this man's eager face as he humps up into the air is all he needs.
• it's only all the more special when he relaxes like this for you. he'll get comfortable usually, but comfortable and desperate? this bby becomes a whole new kind of lover. take in the pretty, lewd sight of this giant sweetheart desperately bucking his hips as you gyrate on his mouth; the graphic noises only spurring 'wari on as his girthy throbbing cock bounces and slaps against his taught belly. soft balls tightening and jostling against his chubby thighs as he whines breathlessly underneath you. yum
dumbification ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆
• it really depends on the day, but if you catch this lovely when he's feeling especially stressed, the pent-up emotions splayed out across his tightly-wound features, he'll keen to your intimate care. "..does my up'pa need some love, hm?..you're too beautiful to be this stressed..let all those thoughts just drift away, alright yawne?"
• he'll only give a meek nod, as he nuzzles close to your chest, or deep into the soft plush of your thighs. tonowari'll often take some especially deep breaths, and you swear you can feel his entire form begin to go slack and heavy from being so relaxed. and in spite of being the leader himself, he's a real sucker for being led, too.
• ofc this sweetheart knows just how to coax out a blissful release, but telling him just how much you're going to touch him, how pretty he looks when he's so fucked out and needy, and that "all you need to do is let me make you feel good, my syulang..i want no thoughts in this pretty little head of yours, yes?" is all it takes to make him cum in thick, warm creamy ropes for you.
aural/sounds ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆
• it only reiterates just how much of a good job this bby's doing. it doesn't matter if he's eating you out, or balls-deep inside your clenching pussy, or taking in the beautiful sight of your lips wrapped around his big, throbbing cock; the moment you begin to squeal and moan, he gets especially riled up.
• it doesn't end there, either. tonowari's making sure that he's extending foreplay to wring out every last pretty noise and slick, squelching sound that he can before he's finished with you. he'll have no issue with using excess saliva, precum or breast milk to make things extra sticky and wet.
• daddy wari has most definitely milked his long, chubby blue cock to the thought of being covered in your cum, smearing your essence all over his cheeks and chin, perhaps even giving you some wet, sloppy kisses as you moan from the sheer eroticism of it all. this man loves the way you taste, but better than that, he loves when you love it too.
power dynamics ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ｡⋆
• tonowari takes being a 'daddy' or up'pa incredibly seriously, and it doesn't end in the bedroom. he may be putty in your hands when you have him on his knees, or completely bare as he's thrusting wantonly into your hot, slicked cunt, but even when you're completing tasks around the camp or spending time together, he never leaves the role.
• tonowari will take a special kind of pride in being the one to wash you early in the morning, redo the braids in your hair, feed you whatever he'd caught that day, or get you all relaxed and sleepy in the evening. he's always up'pa for you, as long as you ask with a 'please up'pa' and 'thank you up'pa' whenever you need this daddy's help.
• likewise, taking him in your arms, cooking him his favourite meal, and giving him some much-needed massages after the day's work all coax out pleases and thank yous from him too; the power dynamic means he always has your back, and you his. and in spite of that being great in isolation, the idea that you always have each other's needs down 100% makes this bby's thick blue cock swell and leak for you.
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#thoughts? i hope u liked :):):))#tonowari smut#tonowari x y/n#tonowari x reader#tonowari x you#tonowari headcanons#jake sully smut#miles quaritch x afab reader#miles quaritch smut#jake sully x reader#avatar smut#na'vi smut#avatar x reader#cuethediscoandthedrinks
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Hiii, Amy, how are you? Like really, how are you? I hope you're well.
I saw you reblogged this post and a fic about Homelander literally eating a supe!reader who has fast healing would be awesome! Imagine, she's not bulletproof, she can't fly, her thing is just really fast healing, like Wolverine. One night, she offers Homelander her fresh because she loves him so much that she wants him to literally consume her, would he accept, would he say no, what would he do?
girl. i cannot believe you inspired me to write straight up erotic cannibalism. (yes i can.)
dead dove! do not eat! smut and literal eroticized cannibalism under the cut. lite blasphemy? 18+.
It all begins with a bite.
Your hand in his hair, moaning in his ear. "Harder," you gasp, his teeth at your throat, teasing the delicate flesh there. He thinks you mean for him to fuck you harder, and he snaps his hips hard enough to rattle your teeth, but you shake your head.
"No, darling–bite me harder," you urge, legs locked tightly around his waist.
He obeys without a thought, sinking his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. It doesn't matter how rough he is with you, it doesn't matter if he shatters you, your body mends by the time he draws back for the next thrust.
He likes the way the pain makes you moan, and he loves the way it makes your pussy clamp down on his cock. He's not convinced you even feel pain, not with how wet it makes you.
"Harder," you say again, yanking his hair roughly. "I want you to taste my blood."
Homelander is delirious with his own pleasure, so near to the cusp of release, he doesn't question it. His sharp teeth slide through your skin like butter, and the copper tang of your blood fills his mouth in an instant.
It makes you scream. He fucks you hard and fast through your orgasm, lapping up the blood from where you've already healed. If not for the familiar sweet taste of you, it would be like it was never yours.
You take him by the face and kiss him with more fervency than he's ever felt, licking your own blood from his teeth.
"Take more of me," you plead against his lips. "I love you. I love you so much. I want to give you everything."
He doesn't understand what you mean. He has you. More than he's ever had anyone before you, more than he ever will.
So he thought.
“Bite me harder,” you keen, digging your nails into his back. You’re frail by superhuman standards, only a little stronger than a human, but your regenerative healing makes you practically indestructible. “I want you to fucking eat me.”
He moans outright when you drag your nails along his scalp.
Because you demand it, he does it again. He bites down, and both your hands cup the base of his skull as if you're nursing him against your body.
His lids flutter.
You feel incredible. You taste even better. Your touch has always made him salivate. His love for you has not been an end to his loneliness, it has become an extension of it.
When you're gone, it's as though the sun loses warmth. Color loses saturation. Food loses flavor. Where he once thought love, ever present in his heart, would reinvigorate the world, he has found this is only true when your hand is in his, when he is inside you, when the taste of you is raw on his tongue.
He must always keep you near. Without you, the world feels too much like a sterile white box beneath fluorescent lights.
"Eat," you whisper, quivering in his hold. "Feel me inside you."
Yes, he thinks. Stay with me.
Your body gives beneath the press of his teeth like it was made to. Blood carries bite-sized portions of you down his throat like the tide brings driftwood to the shore.
"That's it, baby," you moan, voice breathy. You sound as you do on the precipice of release, a swelling of need and incomprehensible pleasure. "I love you."
He believes you.
He tastes it in the spill of you down his throat, and in the white-hot clench of your body. The wet of your cunt, your blood, the saliva you swallow back.
You're hungry, too. You're left drooling as he feasts.
He thrusts faster, lips pressed deep in your sinew.
To love is to devour.
To give.
He will give unto you as you have given unto him.
From the moment he met you, he was animal-like in his craving of you.
Perhaps this was always his natural trajectory. He has never known a love he did not choke down, swallow, tear apart at the seams.
You are the first capable of enduring him.
Every bite he takes of you replenishes itself in seconds. He can drag his tongue along his own teeth marks and feel your flesh push back against it, mending itself, born anew to be swallowed again.
This. This is what he has always needed. Too long have love and affection been a finite resource dangled at the end of the very stick they used to beat him. He bore this gnawing emptiness for so long, it grew teeth.
How did you know how to feed it?
He screws his eyes shut, keening into the bloodied crook of your neck.
"Let go," you whisper. "Let's fill each other." Your fingers are delicate in his hair. Your tenderness is relentless, worming deep into the rotted thing that drums in his breast.
You dare his heart to beat for you, and suddenly he can't remember a time when it didn't.
"Come for me, baby."
Climax hits him so hard, he forgets how to breathe. He thinks he feels you shatter beneath him, but he can't be sure. You're whole again in seconds, your arms around his neck, your lips against his, your hearts beating against one another like caged birds as he pours himself into you in load after load after load after load.
You're both left panting. Sweat, blood, come and tears all salty and wet between your bodies.
He has taken your blood and your body into himself, and given you all he can in return.
Is this what they meant by holy communion?
He's convinced that it is.
This is the closest he has ever felt to heaven.
#icb how many of y'all were excited for this. you're ENABLERS#homelander x reader#homelander x you#i hope this is coherent because it feels to me like a fever dream#i tried not to be like. overly gory but he IS most definitely eating her#i love you mari thank you for suggesting this LOL#my writing#smut#the inherent eroticism of cannibalism#dead dove do not eat#dark fic#ALSO i'm good!!! i've been doing much better mari thank you
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A meal to remember. @iwtvfanevents
During the past year I have read and interacted with some of the most creative and talented writers. It astounds me the amount of skill that is in this fanspace and for this meal to remember I wanted to highlight some of my favorite writers and give them their well deserved flowers
Overview: With this fanspace I have traveled through many different universes, explored characters through an analytical lens that parallels the show itself, enjoyed these stories in fun, wholesome*, and interesting ways ! I have seen such beautiful creativity and I wanted to highlight some of my favorite fic writers and really delve into what I enjoy so so much about their writings in no particular order xoxo
@nakiaslilhoodoo | SnakesandRabbits
Your fics are truly like comfort food to me like I love sitting down after a long day and reading like truly sweet stuff. A lift truly did give me that christmassy feeling during the holidays. It’s stuff like that that makes you say aw this is sweet you know, like matched with Then Leave like yess innovative trans lou / Lily I love that so so much. And we also have comedic aspects in em’ too which I love how your fics never fail to make me smile-- I remember getting giddy at the Chess series (I was like oo what’s coming next like I loved the lil beef its just very fun). Ohh and I cannot forget to mention The Time We Have which is quite beautiful. I like the calm of it, yes I can feel the fresh morning itself--it's just like the little things you know, those little moments are oh so lovely.
@blacclotusss | BlaccLotuss
I love how you explore Jonah and Louis’ relationship like ion see much of it but you’re my go to in these especially alternate realities. Like the sweetness is off the charts in your fics and I love the fluffiness and how you branch out into that mix-medianess in Come Home to Me and your exploration of that sweet parts of Claudia and Louis together through Letters* . Also woahh just god the sweetness in Sexual Immorality I love how you write Louis and Armand together, dialogue is just so so nice. And the roleplay in the ending like oop you never fail to like get me with endings like reminding me of how shocked I was of Charred’s ending, just so good and so insane. I loved the gothic fluff of that one itself, woah.
@blueiight | southernhummingbird
Poeticism in unimaginable ways, you really have it. I remember first reading rhododendron and like just the feeling was of an instrument the way your words just literally string me along. And then it’s like you pull out bangers after bangers in the delta breeze [dare to breathe] it’s nostalgic, beautiful, lush and heart wrenching all at once, again the words strung me along so perfectly. Lipstick traces is so so vivid and I love the story being told here, you pack so much in small sections it’s so astounding and inspiring to me < 3
@dictee | boltcutters
I remember first reading dirges and oh my god not only are you somewhat of a prophet but you enraptured me into the beauty of your writing. It had lead me to the first taste just quite beautiful it feel like a page ripped out of season two... and l just love how evocative it is. I also feel like I’ve gone on and on to you personally about how astounded I am by i am amazed by peace just dyke loumand is presented so so gorgeously--you’re writing in this reminds me of a past memory. It is so absolutely insane how you display your writing chops just so wonderfully.
@knifeeater | serpentskirts
You have the type of writing style that makes everything so so beautiful. I think the romantic-eroticism in each of your stories are just shown in such a beautiful rhythmic way like in perpetuum mobile and also in glass--which when I read it I feel like I got so caught up in your words it’s like your descriptions are consuming me.
@enterprisery| flowerplots
Your writing feels like calm, the way your words are given to me. Like even in your erotic gore ( your heart inside my chest ) it feels like I’m just taking a breath-- and speaking of which breath, held just displays that your creativity knows no bounds, in every fic you write it just fits so perfectly for these characters and it’s so wonderful how you write them in their descriptors (like in push too far --which btw I love the way it is formatted, so so unique) and in their dialogue (like in hunger )--it’s all so beautiful.
@meastyeyes | meastyeyes
I really love Keep me Humming the fluffiness is really nice and I love how the vividness in it can match what we could see in the show. I enjoy how you show that love through Louis very very gorg the tension of it all amazing.
@weather-mood | weathermood
All your stories have an air of magic in them like of course with your incredible list of fairytales The Princess and the Pea (aa louis princess moments I love) , Once Upon a Wine Dark Sea ( Which just fits so well--siren-vampirism yeah I love just seeing how you display these characters as different mythos, your universes are so out of this world it is amazing.), and rumplestiltskin (which I remember when I first read you had that beautiful air of mystery in that beginning and to come to find out it was simply armanlou roleplaying antics--it kind of unlocked something in me) but also seeing that freshness and dreaminess that is featured in fairy tales also in your stories that are not necessarily based off of that (such as Train Tracks , Glass Coffins and Golden Roses, and mental topology experiments to the tune of bubblegum bitch ). Just an amazing selection of works--in your long fics they always keep me guessing where it’s gonna go and I love that.
@nlbv | nlbv
Your writing is just so so amazing, descriptors off the charts I must start with baby father in which you start off with me already visualizing everything. The mood is set in such a nostalgic way it’s vividness takes me into the scene. Exploration of Louis and Claudia is always so gorg and you do it so so wonderfully. And I remember, oh, I remember reading the different stories in Scenes From A Marriage how you can take moments from the canon out and expand upon it, keep the scene running all with gorgeous prose.
@shewhomustbecalledking | dirtygoldensoul
a holy love is so so atmospheric I feel as if I am in the universe itself when I read it. And I feel like that’s a common thread within your stories. Because whenever I always feel like I’m falling into the world whether it’s more grounded in the rivalry induced beautiful liars or being put into the true blood inspired Under the Blood Moon you just know how to create these worlds and quite wonderfully so.
@devotiondroid | themasterletters
Your ability to put these characters in the show in different situations so eloquently is so so astounding to me. I remember when I’d first started reading your writings and seeing how the plot literally kept me guessing and it had done the same in cord of communion and especially in quizas (which, I am obsessed with to this day it has an amazing grasp on me). And the way your genres can shift and morph from wolfsbane to in a lonely place like it feels like you can do it all and still enrapture me--such beautiful prose and such an engaging writing style just fantastic.
@diasdelfuego | gaypiratedivorce
Little Kidnaps was one of the first (if not the first) IWTV fic I have ever read so your writing instantly implemented a special place in my heart. And this fic--and nox itself-- is something that I always kept going back to and rereading every other time it’d update or come to my mind. You have such a beautiful vision of the IWTV story itself (and the VC as a whole) and how you balance these characters is just so wonderful--it kept me reading in times I was deprived from the show. But your lovely writing does not stop there of course--I’ll let you win really is so so gorgeous wow like you got me with the noir setting and it astounds me how vivid you write it and also try to swallow the wave is so amazing as well from start to finish and your writings just do that certain amount of re-readability that I will always keep coming back to you.
@iwtvdramacd18 | The_Lame_Goat
Your descriptions in stories are out of this world the tiptoeing between romance and horror and romance inside that very horror is very gorgeous--Lunacy is a great example of this, and the way it is set up in little fragments ( non- linear) it is just wonderful what you’re doing and continue to do. Prey Drive I feel like is also in this category and oh I do love me some prey drive (it’s one of those goat classics™ ) and I come back to it because it does pull me in with that chase with that hunt--just all of it is gorgeously written. I think what also just drives me to your writing is your characterization and I think in Wolfkiller it is especially on display. I love how you write Claudia and the horror of Lestat --Wolfkiller never fails to make me say ‘You get it’ because you really do and it drives me insane. And of course special mention to To Pluck Gently At Strings it goes so hard I became a Armand/Nicki understander because of such vividness in the descriptors just great !
@kittyldpdl | kittyldpdl
I’m not sure if it was the night island or bass in my body that I had first read but regardless I had been coerced by your writing. Like it is banger after banger with your fics, your prose so beautiful and it hypnotizes me into reading more and more. cleave/tie left me wondering what was next, left me thinking about it for days in and out and rereading it the effect just leaves me going back to it again. And I know I’ve talked to you at length about your fics (lol when I was reading the bloody chamber I was like was that an #kittyldpdl reference ) but I feel as though I could go on and on about how amazing your prose is. Footfall had me again feeling that same way, falling in love with your writing again, making me curious about it all--mixture of the gore eroticism. Fantastic and inspiring all around !
Collaborations:
dirtygoldensoul x gaypiratedivorce Collab:
And it’s quite amazing how both of yall can beautifully mesh their writings--this is displayed wonderfully in overlords I spent a whole day reading it and catching up on it, y’all writing combined truly encapsulates that air of mystery and a feeling of nostalgia (but in an ominous deja vu type of way). That just very thing entrances me immensely.
MasterMood Universe:
It was a holiday season gift, it was a valentine's day gift--and it keeps on giving. Like it was insane from the start and you both, as I mentioned, have a feature in your writings where you cannot tell where its gonna go and it leaves you anticipating and excited to see what happens next. And of course bonus points because of how wholesome* the whole teachers’ pet series is. I can tell y’all had so so much fun writing these stories because I can see it directly through the writing and it only added to my own enjoyment.
weathermood x nlbv Collab:
Pirouette is an amazing look into Lily and like I love how yall take this little bit we have of her in the show and expound on her in such a complex way. I love in general just taking off little parts of the show and making more of it but this is next level--and y’all did it so wonderfully woah.
The_Lame_Goat & kittyldpdl Collaboration:
Y’all writing together stuns me to the point of extreme amazement. The wrath of the lamb has some of the most beautiful and addicting prose ever, and it is such a wonderful blend of y’all two it scares me !! The story and the words itself just absolutely wonderful--it’s the type of thing you have to read over again and slow to just get that feeling of when you’d first read it. So excited but apprehensive for the second chapter (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me a warning before yall post it I need to mentally prepare and I dont wanna die !!!!! )
I want to specially mention ‘House’ which just shows the talent on full display at full force. Like in general I have never seen anything like it before--for starters just the immense collaboration between 7 people who are so dedicated to not only the show but their craft as well--and to do that and for it to flow so beautifully is absolutely both insane and amazing to me. The whole concept of the story being akin to like a game--trying to essentially escape the house, being forced back in and in turn being plunged into little scenes of the house itself--excerpts of the past through the overall horror element of the house itself. Going through hallways to try to complete it and find every bit of the house--it is so vivid in the way that the chapters are set up. When you get stuck you really feel stuck and the high emotive chapters really get you and then you’re pushed into a calm moment and everything feels okay or not quite right--I love the many many combinations of the ways you can go (how the house gets bigger so it feel like the possibilities truly are endless !). I remember when I first read it and I was absolutely astounded. I felt every level of emotion, the happy, the sad, the nostalgia--just everything that makes the show the show is put into ‘House’ gracefully. Such a masterful collaboration, I wanna hang it up on my fridge. House inspired me to make D;I the way it is-- the interactiveness grabbed me and the story itself made me play along til’ the end (& again) and I will keep rereading until it consumes me whole. Mwah Everyone who wrote in it did such a lovely job even when I tried to look at a single chapter it entrances me and pushes me into reading the whole thing <3
That’s about it--I do feel like I missed a few fic writers ( but ofc if we ever have something like this again I’ll make a bigger list so I have more time~~) I always try to comment on stuff I enjoy so just know I see ur talenttt & I see you. I just love the creativity in general and woah everyone is so so amazing
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Rhaenyra weakly asking Daemon if he accept her as his queen and ruler… Daemon refusing to respond... I get now why Matt Smith said that Daemon is only loyal to his dragon (not even loyal to his own children, insane), it was significant.
I believe HotD will justify this as her response to him going behind her back and flouting her authority to have B&C in the same vein as him not going to her while she was birthing Visenya, when he shouted at her during the other first black council meeting, him choking her, etc. that this will be her finally confronting him abt all that...
Goes to show how, unlike how some people argued that the choke scene was somehow an extension of their sex together, their "kinky eroticism" or something along those lines, that scene in particular really is & has always been abt Daemon disrespecting and domestically abusing Rhaenyra since episode 10. Because honestly, how much sense does it make for Rhaenyra to be full on questioning his loyalty to her NOW of all times, when they have been married for 6 whole goddamn years (10 in the orig canon)? How we see Daemon's tenderness to her in episode 8 & 7? Her paranoia isn't supposed to really manifest that bad until we get towards the END of the war!!! At least after the Ulf the White/Hugh the Hammer betrayals!
Which is why as much as I love Matt Smith and him as Daemon, I gave 3 shits abt show!Daemyra after that scene beyond their most harmonic moments, like the wedding and their first time having sex/the talk right before/the brothel scene and the necklace Milly wore. Some HotD Daemyra artwork.
Daemon taking his time to answer could be either his getting frustrated with her doubt bc of the last few episodes where he shows such OR he's doing as he did with Laena and just more focused on his own goals and putting Rhaenyra second/last. Either way, it reflects really badly on Rhaenyra's character and thinking skills...which could come from grief and her doubt fostered by Viserys and her life with Alicent at court. Like real bad. As well as on HotD's writing.
Or as others noted, it could just be a trailer thing where they extend the bit for longer than its already too long period for our stress. Still, the pause was there...
#asoiaf asks to me#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#hotd ships#daemyra#hotd writing#book vs tv comparisons#hotd predictions#blood and cheese#daemon's characterization#rhaenrya's characterization#hotd characterization
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A Primer on Actual (SFW-ish) Male Fanservice
Has this ever happened to you? You're making a social media post or video or whatever about Fire Emblem Heroes, and you point out that a primary feature of the game is its unrelenting torrent of horny-just-verging-on-explicit female character designs: the physics-defying bras, the impossibly-contorted boobs-and-butt poses, upskirts and camel toes galore, strategically-placed rips in damaged art, the odd foot focus here and there, etc.
You're making a good case - not that it's hard, IS is not subtle about any of this - but then someone comes along and leaves a comment to the effect of "but the summer banners have shirtless men! Checkmate, loser."
This post aims to counter that, to demonstrate that genuine male fanservice on par with what FEH does with its female characters looks very, very different and amounts to much more than just muscular guys with their shirts off. To do so, I'm going to have to pull example art from pretty much the only video game subgenre that can be relied upon to deliver here: sexually explicit gay dating sims. We're going to be looking at how these games frame the male body, and what sexualized (partial) male nudity really looks like outside of the aspirational power fantasy lens adopted by most mainstream, straight-male directed media including FEH.
Of course, I'm gay myself, and I can anticipate the rebuttal to this rebuttal - that women, allegedly, do not eroticize the body in the same way as men...unless they're dirty fujoshi in which case their opinions can be immediately discarded. I leave it to any women reading this to have fun unpacking that nonsense.
(It must be noted that, while the games I'm pulling these images from are all explicit, I've gone out of my way to select art that would theoretically fall within what seem to be the content guidelines of FEH: no exposed genitals or bare butts. I'm labeling this post SFW-ish all the same though, so use your discretion when viewing.)
Let's start with something simple and softcore from Coming Out on Top.
This is a variant on a popular mild fanservice image: a guy lifts his shirt, exposing his belly (and possibly stomach hair). In context this is also intended to convey vulnerability, as the character is drunk and struggling to undress. Also noteworthy is that the framing here is explicit with the MC in the shot.
Continuing with the softer stuff, here's one from clicker game Blush Blush.
This game has a bunch of technically SFW options to choose from, but I went with this for two reasons. One, it's an example of how shirtless men can be eroticized without being excessively muscular; two, it's a goofy holiday pic that teases with the strategically-placed candy cane and the allusion to the "Dick in a Box" Saturday Night Live song. The NSFW variation of this image goes full throttle with that idea.
From All Men Are Pigs:
I really wanted to include something from this game as its art style stands out quite a bit in contrast to many of the others here, although unfortunately some of the best examples break the rule. Here in a rare (for these games) non-sexual action pose, the character is performing a ballet routine on a stripper pole in a gay bar: a campy concept that works fairly well in context and that explicitly calls attention to the character as an eroticized object. He is, however, consenting to the in-universe ogling, and as he's elsewhere revealed to have experience with sex work it's understood that he knows the value of showing off his body. Call that something you'd never hear a character express in FEH...except someone like Camilla, perhaps?
Let's get a little spicier with a pair from Full Service.
This may be the tamest of the swimwear outfits seen in the game's beach episode, but I wanted something that would compare to the summer banner designs of FEH's male characters. Even so, note the pose: reclining, legs slightly open, displaying a single nipple. This guy is the biggest bottom in the game's cast and is framed as such, even with the relatively conservative outfit and the sunglasses obscuring his face (which symbolically tie into his internalized biphobia and anxiety about publicly expressing his attraction to men). Further, because this character is a model it may be assumed that the posing is intended to be read as deliberate.
This one comes from the game's costume night set piece, which includes several designs that wouldn't be out of place in some of the more random seasonal banners. I chose this one as a counterpoint to what FEH does with its shirtless men. There's the cocky expression, the crotch bulge with nothing underneath, and the angling which makes it look like he's standing over you. To contrast the beach image, this guy is the total top of the cast, so the musclebound partial nudity is less about being aspirational for the presumed viewer and more about erotic dominance.
For something more fantastical, here's one from the sci-fi title The Symbiant: Re:Union.
This game's main claim to fame is alien tentacle porn, but this scene is intended as a moment of genuine, human(oid) vulnerability for the character, on the night when he reunites with his ex (the MC and viewer here) for the first time in two years. The camera pans up over his entire body, ending on this view in profile with a very large nip slip and the cigarette calling attention to his hand and mouth. As with several others, this image is also deliberate enticement, conveying both the languor of casual hookups and the weight of the characters' history together. (Obviously a mobile gacha doesn't have the space to grant such narrative or thematic significance to its eroticism...but that is part of the point.)
Moving along, here's one from Camp Buddy: Scoutmaster Season. Get ready for the just-shy-of-X-rated.
This one's a character portrait, unlike all the others here which are CGs, so debatably it's more in line with what you'd see in FEH. And...yep. It's a sexy bull costume. "Crotch bulge" doesn't begin to cover it, there's the pubic hair, the pierced nipples, and assorted other bits like the bell and the saddle and the tailed butt plug. Some time ago I showed off a different horny character design from this game and got an anon calling it stupid, so let's talk about that. Is this design technically something someone could wear in real life? Yes; parts of it resemble bondage gear, and the character displays his interest in leather in another scene. Is it impractical and stupid? Quite possibly. Does the subsequent sex scene take full advantage of the costume for some Dom/sub barnyard roleplay? Also yes. This continues my point about designing beefy (heh) muscular guys, and how there's a world of difference between this and, like, Hawkeye or summer Ephraim/Dimitri/whoever.
Incidentally, this character also has an oversized dick to the point of straining disbelief and the MC's insides. If you're looking for the male equivalent of breasts so enormous they can barely be held in by barely-there tops, that would be giant dicks - and there's no way in hell that we'll ever see those in FEH, even in technically SFW bulge form.
Continuing with BLits's games, here's one from the upcoming Jock Studio.
It's a male boobs-and-butt pose, one that doesn't require the character to dislocate his spine! I chose this image because the pose and outfit choice is remarkably similar to that of the notorious Tharja Summer Scramble DLC pic that got censored outside of Japan. Jock Studio actually has a better instance of the same pose with a different character, one where the MC's horny dialogue even calls attention to the ampleness of those two elements; unfortunately, the character has his underwear off there so it's too horny for this post. Much like Tharja with Anna in the DLC, here the character is being surprised by someone walking in while they're changing and making comically lewd remarks about their body. The contextual difference is that, rather than being forced into a swimsuit, the character here is disrobing to film a pornographic scene, and is only surprised by the MC only just now learning that their club makes porn. Hilarity ensues in both cases, but JS's setup is ironically less voyeuristic despite the game's premise.
Finally, let's close things out with one last image from Coming Out on Top. Very borderline, but I've got a distinct point to make with this one.
Like a lot of media, gay dating sims often struggle with eroticized depictions of various types of men, among them fat, hairy, and middle-aged (or older). I believe the oldest human character with a stated age in this post is the bull guy, and he's merely in his 40s. But back to the image above, it takes full advantage of the size and age of the character on the right relative to the MC. His bulk takes up much of the frame, but it's clearly an intimate, protective embrace you'd expect of a bear daddy character. I point this out because larger and/or older male characters are often disregarded outright in FEH, or like Fargus recently they're paradoxically given more fanservice-y designs (Visible nipples and chest hair! In FEH!) presumably because the developers think that no one would look at them that way.
I think that's enough for now. The important thing to remember here is that sexual fanservice is more than simply degrees of nudity. It's about framing, angling, which body parts are emphasized, and when possible the surrounding circumstances and how they inform the character's eroticism. Is it deliberate, is it accidental...
...or is it just there to get you to gamble for your favorites?
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Tom, here's a question I wrestle with some myself so I'll ask you about the last time your penis was actually inside Mrs Edge. Would you have preferred to know in advance that it was going to be the last time? If you did know in advance, what would you have tried to do differently? I've settled the thought in my mind that I was better off not knowing with my wife so that I was fully able to enjoy it without the mental torture of knowing it would be the last time. Just wanted your thoughts on it also
🔏 In the late winter or early spring of 2018, we didn't know that it was the last time I would ever be inside her, or even allowed an orgasm in a more conventional way. We did not know that it was going to be permanent. While we had a shared fantasy of going years - or forever - it never really went beyond the fantasy stage.
Except as the months ticked by, we both enjoyed the dynamic. At nine months, my wife said that we needed to go for a year. After a year, she decided that she wanted to go just a little longer. The next thing we knew, we were passing two years. By the time another six months had passed, she was talking herself into going on indefinitely. After four years, I asked if she wanted to try the larger Ranger X. It didn't take long before she was talking about making it permanent.
Now, notice that this entire time it was my wife who was making the decisions. This goes along with the agreement we made fifteen years ago: she has complete, 100% control over what happens with my equipment. No argument from me. If she wanted it locked for five days or five months, it was her decision and I would go along with it.
So, as to your question. If she came to me and said "Hey, last night was the last time," or "I've decided that tomorrow night will be the last time," it would be hot simply because (for me) it's hot when @mrs--edge exercises that kind of control.
But... for a year or more, I got to watch her slowly come to the realization that she *could* be sexually satisfied keeping me locked. I got to listen to her talk herself into the idea of keeping me permanently caged through her sexy bedroom talk and half spoken fantasies. I got to experience her going from questioning and checking in with me to see if I was okay being locked, to being confidently assured that she could do as she pleased. And more recently, I've watched her become more vocal and expressive in bed as she enjoys the bigger Vixskin Ranger, and listen to her describe how it has become her favorite.
And all through this I have had to deal with my own feelings of "is this really happening?" and "How do I cope with never feeling her again?" I had to learn how to eroticize the situation knowing that, unlike in the past, there would be no "end" to this.
To me, being in the middle of this kind of evolution, being part of the process of my wife's decision making is way hotter and more exciting than just having a decision made. The hot part isn't the destination, it's the trip itself. 🔏
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I am apparently just really really soft on the inherent eroticism of caring for even baby and silly wounds. Also this is established Fit/Pac and ex-fuckbuddies-now-bffs Fit&Philza, with Fit being very supportive of Pac getting himself more sexy men The actual ship forming most of this fic is Pac/Philza.
Err I guess... Pre-Pac/Philza, with pre-Fit/Pac/Philza, established Fit/Pac and ex-Fit/Philza? For the slash ships. For those wanting to know before poking. Set after the eggs are back! (But still no Mike...)
"So, all you need to do is ask him to help you with weapons practice," Fit slowly explains. "He's a bit of a dumbass, but he loves helping people."
Pac nods, "okay, got it."
"And don't worry about Richarlyson - I'm taking all the kids to the gym for a 'yoga session' that might end up a pillow fight."
"I trust you," Pac replies.
"Yeah that still confuses me," Fit shrugs, his face quirking a bit.
Pac hops up onto his toes, leaning forward and kissing Fit's bald head. It earns a laugh and banishes the frown at least.
"I get it, I get it; your place or mine tonight?" Fit squeezes his hands in return - Pac knows he loves him, now, just that Fit sometimes struggles with the more obvious affections. It's enough, though, its more than enough to be trusted to spend the night together.
Night's a long way off, but Pac knows its Fit's way of reassuring him he supports his endeavor and doesn't mind at all.
"I was thinking... The other place? You know?"
Fit nods, "alright. So. We head up the wall, you approach Philza, I'll drop some hints and steal the kids - then it's all on you."
"You make it sound worse than it is," Pac giggles, nerves winning for a moment.
"Go get that ass, Pac, you deserve it."
Fit's already warped away before Pac can process the words, let alone recover from the blush and the stuttering.
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By the time Pac gets atop the wall, Philza is sat waiting on the trampoline, a slightly confused look on his face. Fit and the children are already gone, and Pac mentally curses his roommate for the lack of support he's been left with.
"Hi Phil," he waves a little awkwardly instead.
"Hey Pac," the confusion is morphed into a smile. "Fit said you have something to ask me?"
"Yes, um," Pac tries desperately to remember what Fit said, how to get close to Philza in a way they're both comfortable with. Ask for help with weapons, was it? "You are good with sword, right?"
"I get by - Etoiles is better," Philza shrugs - and oh, how Pac knows how Philza does more than just get by. "Why? Axes are better here anyway, less risk of hitting an egg."
"Ah, I know, I know," Pac swishes his hand a bit as he thinks. "I just want to be better, you know? So - So I can protect Richarlyson!"
"You really don't want a sword then, king," Philza laughs a bit. "And you're good with an axe! You don't really need help with that."
Pac wants to object, he even starts going to; it's not just about helping Richarlyson, its about learning, about protecting himself and all his loved ones, its about finding an excuse to spend time with a man who never thinks to ask others for company.
"How do you feel about archery?" Philza follows it up with. "Much easier to keep the eggs safe when nothing can get close, you know?"
"Like... a bow?" Pac queries, and thinks. Remembers Philza shooting him from his boat, and that was terrifying - terrifying, horrifying, but also kinda hot. "I do some. I'm not good, though."
"So long as you can see shit, you can learn," Philza shrugs. "We could set some targets up along the potato farm, if you want a go?"
Shooting arrows through the potato farm sounds like a waste of food, but Pac also knows just quite how much the man on the wall has. He's not rich like many of the islanders, but his family are always the last which will go hungry.
Nobody Philza cares about ever goes hungry, love written in baked potatoes and avocado toast.
He nods to the suggestion, and something in Philza's face softens a little.
"I'll meet you up there, king; I've got some shit bows we can use, rather than waste our good ones."
"Alright," Pac nods. "I'll wait here?"
"You got top of the potato farm? I know some of them have enchantments, and I'd rather not set the house on fire."
Pac checks, and responds in the affirmative as he finds the waystone listed there.
"Great. If I just give you these..." Philza pulls out a stack of targets from his backpack, and passes them over. Their fingers brush, and Pac's heart does an awkward flip. "You start getting set up; I'll be there in a just a tick."
"See you soon!" Pac waves as Philza warps away; Philza laughs and waves back, even as he is taken in purple light.
Brushing over his hands, Pac gathers up the targets. Warping to the far end of the wall is easy enough, which only leaves finding where to put the targets. Unsure he places them along the side of the wall, sat on the raised lip for a little height.
He's put ten out when the waystone sounds and Philza appears, a bundle of half-broken bows in his arms.
"Sorry to use you to clear out my trash," he grins. "No idea why there's so many in the sea, but its good to get a feel for different ones anyway."
Pac just nods, finding it easy to agree. He knows Philza has not had a life like his, but still the man scrapes together every resource and uses every scrap - a near broken bow is good for practice, thousands of pounds of andesite mined from the wall can be used to bridge and to fight, rotten food goes back to the land and makes soil to grow life again on a dead, stone wall.
"Can I see your bow? I want to make sure I get you something similar to practice."
"Okay," Pac finds it in his inventory, passing it over.
Philza looks at it, turning the weapon over in his hands.
"Nice," he says. "It's well made, working with the wood. Let me see..."
Pac's bow is handed back, and his insides squirm happily at even the slight compliment. Philza's focus is entirely on the bows, allowing Pac a moment to squee out some feelings.
A couple of the bows are tossed into another of Philza's backpacks, before he makes a neat pile and grabs one for himself.
"Pick one to start with, and we'll see how long before it breaks," he says. "You got arrows?"
"Sim."
"Alright. Show me what you do, first - can you hit that target for me?"
Philza places a warm hand on Pac's shoulder, leaning in close as he points to one of the targets. Pac knows why - there's no good way to describe them, and getting close means more reliable pointing - but it still brings a blush to his ears.
"I'll try."
He shrugs Philza's hands away, and the man steps back. Pac raises the bow, aims, and shoots. It's not an exact bullseye, but it's close enough a monster would have taken serious damage.
"Nice work," Philza praises as easily as water flows. "Just a thought, though - in combat you don't get to stand still and aim. Try doing it moving."
"Moving?"
"Yeah moving," Philza grins a bit, twirling up his bow. "Like in a fight, you know? Gotta still dodge their arrows, else you aren't doing much good."
Philza doesn't wait for more answer, just starts moving. His turns are sharp like dodging imaginary arrows, as he backs and forths. After a few seconds he crouches, shoots a single arrow, then immediately starts running again.
The arrow lands about as close to the centre as Pac's did, and he knows this is really where it makes the difference. Pac's alright on a target and in calm conditions, but as soon as something is moving or a monster scares him? It gets trickier then.
"Your turn," Philza says. "Don't worry about which target, just try hit something - this sort of shit is worst when you get mobbed, anyway."
Pac tries to copy what Philza was doing, but cannot quite make the same patterns it seemed Philza made in his mind. So, instead, he settles just for running backwards. It's hard to take aim on the move, but he tries, drawing his bow as he runs and twisting to fire it behind himself.
He thought his aim was good - the arrow hits the ground a good way before the target.
"Right," Philza's word is stretched out a bit. "Okay, I see - good tactic, shooting while running, that'll save your ass. You would have hamstringed anything close to you with that shot and that's a great method to survive by. Honestly, getting out alive is more my thing so I'd say you're fine, but... Come back over here?"
Not feeling in the slightest bit deserving of the praise, Pac still returns. He wasn't aiming to hamstring a nearby enemy - he was aiming to hit a target! Philza's point sort of makes sense, and he has to agree surviving is more important than winning, but it still feels bad.
"Okay, just let me," Philza squints at Pac, then at another of the targets. "Draw the bow for me? But hold it - don't fire."
"Okay," Pac does as he's told, pulling it up and pointing it down the wall.
"Let me see..." Philza squints at him, circling him - even if he crouches out of the arrow's direct path. "Your posture is fine for short distances and stationary, but with the twist you're not getting all the power in your arms. Can I touch you?"
"Um, okay?" the question completely blanks Pac's mind; before he even realises he agreed warms hands are on him, adjusting his elbow and his arms.
Philza's head his close to him as he helps adjust Pac's posture; he can feel the breath on his neck, and a strong chest at his back. The tugging is insistent but gentle, even as Pac's limbs object somewhat to the postures.
Pac wants nothing more than to curl into the touch, to become one of Philza's people - warm and protected and fed and /loved/.
"Here you go," Philza smiles. "You should be able to get power into it easier with your arms like this, and keeping your balance should be a bit less shit. I'd fix your legs but we're talking about doing it running, so not much point right now."
Pac thinks of Philza's hands between his legs and, yeah, he might need a bit more warning before facing something like that. He tries to concentrate on how everything feels, before letting the bow down and stretching his arms.
"Thank you," he says.
There's laughter in reply, "that's not nearly enough time to have remembered it, but okay if you're done we're done."
"We could have a contest?" Pac suggests, already knowing he'll loose. "Speed shooting - just hit the target, not points?"
"You wanna?" Philza leans down and picks up one of the bows in the pile. "I can take left, you take right, we go until we break all these crap bows?"
There's a decent sized pile - Philza loves to fish - but Pac grins anyway. It's not a fight, not the adrenaline in that way, but he still loves competition. Maybe he and Richars could make some sort of archery range, possibly with moving targets in quirky colours or on a minecart rail! A rail shooter, like a theme park! It would be good practice, and fun, and someone can surely automate fixing the bows and making more arrows.
"Maybe half of the pile?" is what he says, mind already thinking and wondering if he should invite Philza to join in the building, if Richars likes the idea - Fit doesn't really build as much, but Forever speaks the world of Philza's abilities. Given Mike is still sick...
Philza must see Pac's face fall, because he says, "yeah sure, but are you okay?"
"Just thought of something Mike would like," he knows his smile is thin.
"Write it down," Philza suggests. "He'll be back soon enough, and you can just give him the book of funny crap he's missed. Might kill him, though, this island has so much weird shit being said and going on."
"I'll ask Richars," he replies, not entirely thinking about the book idea.
Philza looks confused, but shrugs and picks up a bow, "'right. You want to count us down?"
Pac takes a bow as well, and checks his arrows are easy to reach. As he counts Philza draws his bow back, and Pac copies the motion - it's only the first shot they get to aim, just like an ambush.
"Go!" he calls, and they do.
Five minutes and an inventory full of shattered bows later, Pac is exhausted and Philza is bent double, laughing - he lost, of course Philza was going to win, but Pac did better than he expected to.
His fingers, however, are starting to bleed, and maybe he should not have pushed so far.
He holds them up to the sky, watching the burst blisters now drip blood onto his face.
"Alright, alright," Philza finally gathers himself. "No more shaft jokes, though, I don't think-" the pause and drop in his voice is almost instant when he looks up. "Pac? You good?"
"Ah, sim, sim," Pac pushes himself to sit up again, fingers catching on the floor. "Just did too much, yes?"
"Yeah the stamina takes years to train," Philza comes and sits on the floor beside Pac, fishing about in a backpack as he does. "Ask Fit if your back hurts - he gives amazing massages, if you haven't had already - but for now..."
A potion bottle is held towards him.
"It's okay," Pac smiles. "Just blisters."
"On your fingers, which are fucking shit. Give me your hands."
Pac hesitates, but under the glare he does.
(Philza looks after what is his, does this make Pac his? At least by association?)
Philza takes Pac's right hand first, scowling at the blisters on it with an "aw, mate, you could have just asked to stop early". The potion is poured onto a cloth, and then gently dabbed against each blister - bleeding or not in turn. Then there's a box of children's plaster's in Philza's lap, and he picks out all of the green and blue ones. He alternates finger to finger - green and blue, green and blue - and... and...
And each time he presses a plaster down, he presses a tiny kiss to the padding over each wound.
By the time all ten fingers are tended to, Pac is sure he resembles a strawberry.
"All better," Philza promises, refusing to make eye contact as he tidies the waxed-paper packaging into his inventory. "With the potion, they should be all healed up by morning."
"Ah, um," Pac isn't sure how words work any more, but he wrangles them in the end. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," a grin, and Philza does look up this time.
Just as their eyes catch Fit returns, all four eggs in tow. Pac waves - Fit's eyes narrow on the plasters before relaxing at the sight of all the broken bows - and the kids run over.
"Fit!" Philza calls, instead of a greeting. "Pac here needs a massage, and I've told him of your amazing skills!"
"Oh did you now," Fit wriggles an eyebrow at Philza, before softening as he looks at Pac. "Come down to the gym, then; I'm sure Phil can manage the kids."
There's a mock protest, but it's only play pretend; as they walk away Philza blows them a kiss each, only to squawk in protest at something one of the eggs says.
Pac goes to look; Fit cups his hand behind his back and continues leading him away.
"He's Philza Minecraft," Fit says. "He can manage some kids; let's go have some fun."
"I really do need an actual massage," Pac quirks half a smile. "Not sure I'll be up to much."
"You say as if seeing your face isn't enough for me."
Pac is going to die. These two men are going to kill him, and he's going to die.
It might even be a death Mike only teases him over, not disapproves of, when he finally finds out.
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what are your thoughts on the movie that goes along with daft punk’s discovery. i’ve been thinking about it recently
EDIT I MIXED THIS ASK UP WITH ELECTROMA MY BAD. im not changig it cus i took too long writing this out so im sorry anon. as far as interstella 5555 i love it. yay anime
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it feels really sad to me. idk about what exactly the message was, i think its something about their fame? and desire to be unique? or feeling like their time is up. or job is done. or something. being trans and autistic the scene in the bathroom has extra meaning to me and it really punches me in the guts. i like the way that faceless characters have to act more with body language and i love that you can feel their despair and frustration and resignation and how they don't handle it exactly the same way.
it's absolutely because i know this now and it's colouring the way i see the film since the film is way older and the world is really different now, but this quote from Thomas bounces around in my head a lot when i watch it:
He cited concerns about the progress of artificial intelligence and other technology as to why Daft Punk split, saying: "As much as I love this character, the last thing I would want to be, in the world we live in, in 2023, is a robot."
im having a hard time articulating why exactly it makes me so sad, cus while i adore robot characters that are desperate for a sense of humanity (data, etc) for their autistic coded stuff and we all love the eroticism of the machine and robots that FEEL, i just feel like this:
#daft punk#what i mean is like. the robots arent that bad!!!!!#its true but the dangerous push for treating AI like it has humanity totally undermines the artistic intent of robot characters like that!!#auhh youre right!!!#not that its wrong to have characters like that im still doing my robot ocs and stuff but i get the sentiment yknow. i get it.#none of us want to be used as some sort of weird argument in favor of ai against our will or something
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[“December 1992: Fire flickers in the fireplace, colored lights circle the Christmas tree, a Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack plays from the corner stereo. Mom, Dad, Julian, and my very significant other, corwin, are seated on couches and loveseats, piles of wrapping and bows at our feet, piles of gifts in our laps. Mom is holding one of my gifts to her in her hands and reading what it says on the back. It is a slim gray book, barely bigger than a pamphlet, really, bearing the title Telepaths Don’t Need Safewords. This little chapbook is my first significant work of fiction, I feel. It is three erotic short stories, all with themes of bondage and SM, which I have collected and self-published under the new company, founded that March, Circlet Press.
This has been a year of change, as drastic perhaps as the year I moved out of the house and went to college. This year I quit my job in publishing and entered a graduate writing program, founded a press, and made my first professional fiction sales. I’ve sold one story to the Herotica 3 anthology, one to Penthouse. My mom knows this, I’ve told her everything, and yet…it has taken me eight months to give her a copy of the book. It’s Christmas Eve, and corwin sits in our family circle, looking over his gifts, laughing at my father’s jokes, joking with my brother. No one mentions, or notices perhaps, that he wears a leather collar around his neck.
May 1993: I picture my mother in the same position with the same expression, on stool, phone held to head with two hands, worry line and so on, as she leaves me a tense-sounding answering machine message. Nothing in the words themselves says that anything is wrong, and yet there’s an unmistakable edge there, not heard since a rainy car ride in 1985. I know, with an unnatural surety, that she has finally read the book. I call her back. She has clearly been rehearsing what to say to me. No sooner does she mention that she has read it than she produces a very tough monologue about how she didn’t spend her youth fighting for civil rights in the South to have me grow up to glorify slavery. Once this piece is said, she relaxes, and, since I can’t think of an adequate response, our conversation goes on to be like most of our phone conversations. We talk politics and pop culture, she catches me up on hometown gossip. Then she begins to complain about my father. Mother’s Day has just passed, and they’ve had a fight—Mom wishes she’d had certain issues out with him when they were newlyweds. She has almost thirty years of stored-up resentments over things she didn’t mention then, and so is unable to mention now. Our commiseration somehow leads me to describe the principle of negotiation, this being the basis of all loving SM relationships. I point out that the purpose of negotiation is to overcome the sad fact that partners, no matter how much they love one another, can not read each other’s minds.Each one is obligated to tell the other what they feel, otherwise consent has no meaning. I end with a leap of logic along the lines of, “So that’s why I feel that my eroticization of SM has to do with trust and respect for a special bond between two individuals, and nothing to do with the subjugation of one race of people by another for economic reasons.” Mom—who is, remember, extremely rational and well-adjusted—replies, “Oh. I get it now.” We’ve never argued about it since.”]
cecelia tan, from picture this, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000
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Harriet Andersson (Summer With Monica, Sawdust and Tinsel, Smiles of a Summer Night, The Deadly Affair)—Sweden has a reputation for hot (and loose) young women, and Harriet Andersson is one of the reasons. Her performance in Ingmar Bergman's Summer With Monica wowed audiences around the world, and for those in the audience who didn't care much about plot or acting, the US also had a cut-down-to-the-juicy-bits version. Harriet kept acting in films by Bergman and others, showing she had considerable skill along with her beauty, and made her way into occasional international features like The Deadly Affair. Really, Andersson is a perfect actress if you're looking for someone who has highbrow cred and multiple awards, while also being an absolute stunner.
Yoshiko Yamaguchi (Scandal, Sayon's Bell, House of Bamboo)—Coluratura soprano, actress, journalist, and politician! She plays opposite Hot Vintage Man Winner Toshiro Mifune in the movie Scandal and is so gorgeous and talented.
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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When she ate that stolen meat with her hands in Summer with Monika... now THAT'S Scandinavian eroticism
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I'm curious about your analysis or even just your take in the meaning of Guilty (both MV and song together as a whole). Along with the teaser/trailer and the mention of Bataille's book, the whole thing seems to be a complicated onion with so many contradicting facets. But if you ignore all of that and just watch the MV, then it is rather a straightforward "hurt people hurt people" and some Lord of the Flies reference. But my head keeps thinking it's more convoluted than that lol. Would you tell me what you think the MV is about? :D
My initial take is pretty straightforward but completely undercooked, lol. This is my unvarnished and un-researched take.
I think that the concept has to do with sin and behaviour outside of expected moral bounds. I think this is where the eroticism comes into play. The dance involves self touching, which can be a hint towards the "sin" of masturbation. His character seems to be held in a place where he is tightly controlled and conditioned, and he experiences physical abuse as a form of behaviour control. It seems like he could be in a place where children are taken to correct "sinful" behaviour, perhaps to correct gender dysphoria, or androgyny, or homosexuality, sins of masturbation, promiscuity, et cetera.
Some of the George Bataille quotes I've seen centre on how eroticism and violence and death are linked. I think the eroticism here is less surface or obvious. People expected this sort of Madonna style sexuality of his previous work, but that's not what we're getting here. It's taking criminal to a whole different level.
There is a link between the sensuality of violence and that of traditional eroticism. This is a bit mindbending. The best example I can think to explain right now is David Cronenberg's Crash. Passion and eroticism are linked literally with the bodily experience of a car crash, its violence and trauma. The violent climax of the car crash is likened to the ecstasy of orgasm. In Taemin's Guilty, the ecstasy of orgasm is linked to a different type of harm to the body and the mind. At the very beginning of the video, how he runs away and has a sort of fit, it's rather orgasmic. I think he's showing us the ecstasy of harm and losing control in many parts.
The video is more complex than it seems on the surface, I think. On first watch, I think it's easy to say okay well he's breaking free of something blah blah blah. I think over the coming days when we actually look at the details closer, we'll see a lot more there.
The entire sequence in this outfit and its setting hasn't been touched upon. The dance that he does in thus setting reminds me of the just me and you contemporary dance performance. I do think there is the struggle of gender underpinning the entire concept, but also a struggle with sexuality and the corporeality of eroticism that so many find sinful.
In quite a few concepts, he has explored the idea of ecstasy through being destroyed or destroying oneself. I think this is another iteration of that. Another exploration. And I think he's done a brilliant job of elucidating that ecstasy in a new way that is really centred on a unique contemporary dance style.  many people have said that he's able to tell a story through his dance and I think this is another great example of that. He's merged cinema and dance into a narrative form to the point where almost feels like it's own language.
I'm not sure where I fall in the Lord of the flies references anymore, but surely there are some present. And we see his character becoming worshipped. But I think there's also a consideration as to what is real and what is not and how many narratives are present in this piece of cinema. Perhaps certain sequences are the daydreams of someone locked up. They could be the fantasies of someone who is not free. Does he escape? Does he get liberated? Those are interesting questions to consider.
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Choking anon here, don't worry I think I get what you mean. There is absolutely inherent eroticism as well as positive feels involved in scenario's where one holds the others throat. Its like a show of trust from both sides that one will not hurt the other who is in a more vulnerable position while at the same time functioning as a form of reassurance. It can have the effect of being both grounding as well as such a massive turn on it will launch someone into the stratosphere lol.
Hmmm that would make for some utterly delicious angst-adjecent but mainly mushy hurt-comforty content. With plenty of boner material. I'll probably go for something thats gonna be really emotional.
Just imagine it, Aventurine sitting in Ratio's lap getting kissed breathless while Ratio holds his throat in one hand and perhaps holds his cheek in the other (decide which cheek variant you want lmao). Aventurine melting into Ratio's grip and because he's a cheeky lil bugger, enthousiastically grasping the Ratiddies with both hands and squeezing because soft and warm and squishy.
Speaking of chains and cuffs tho I am a massive "Aventurine learns to enjoy putting consensual bondage on others" enjoyer. Along with Ratio being very willing, both enjoying it and helping Aventurine get over his trauma. Gonna ponder over this as well now thanks. Curse you for adding to my wips.
yes i think the same!!! thats what i meant with "nice to explore" bc i like to think that, while restraining aven is obv a big no to him, he learns to enjoy tying up ratio (and the doctor ofc being absolutely into it) i just really like the idea of them exploring kinks together with love and care (also i just go insane thinking abt a tied up ratio all flustered and needy while aven sits on his lap all smug and smiling aughh)
i love the mental image right there btw, makes me wanna draw it if i werent in a mental low rn jjjksdbjk perhaps ill save that for when i feel more alive and finished other urgent stuff ! smth abt aven gripping the doctor boobies while hes being kissed and loved activated a small amount of happy brain juice heheh
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Post-canon Viktuuri intimacy: my love of writing the most tender filth imaginable
I think I'll always love writing post-canon Viktuuri smut, because in my fluffy little head, Yuuri and Viktor have the most filthy yet tender sex imaginable. It's particularly fun to write about their kink life, imagining what a few years' experience of unraveling Viktor time and time again might do for Yuuri's confidence...
If you've read my work before, I imagine you know I love writing Dom Yuuri. The most recent chapter of my married Viktuuri 2018/2022 Olympic Games fic -- Chapter 17, meaning there are only 4 chapters left until the end of part 1! -- features a pretty lengthy sex scene, and given the heightened emotionality of this particular day (i.e. the one right before Yuuri's last ever competitive skate), it was really fun to write.
It also includes mention of one of my favorite headcanons in the overall 300K+ word fic series: that Yuuri is not only a talented athlete, but singer as well. In fact, since gaining confidence in his skating as well as his relationship with Viktor, it's long been a dream of his to skate to his own music one day in competition. He finally does so in his last ever competitive season, which culminates with the Bejing 2022 Olympic Games.
Below is an excerpt from this most recent chapter, which I hope piques your interest in checking out this story or my other YOI works (which are basically all explicit...lol, what can I say?).
Note: content warning for explicit sexual content, Dom/sub power exchange
Note of context: on this particular day, Viktor is in a feminine mindset. She came out as genderfluid post-retirement, and sometimes uses she/her/hers pronouns
Given Yuuri's impressive stamina, Viktor decided to help things along by beginning to twist her wrist and pulled off for a few seconds so that she could administer a few full strokes.
“I love making you feel good…that’s all I ever want to do,” she whispered, glad when her husband opened his eyes so that they were looking at one another. “You deserve it, you were so beautiful yesterday. And not only your skating, but your singing, too.”
Her eyes actually grew wet when she said the words, but she knew Yuuri would understand the sudden onslaught of emotion.
Viktor had been hearing ‘Gold’ all season long, but never in a million years would she have guessed that Yuuri had recorded a surprise version of it: one that featured his own lead vocals instead of Yukimi’s. Though her love had skated to the sound of his own voice before (at the 2018 World Championships, in a tribute during her last competition), this was the first instance in which Yuuri had skated to a song of his own creation.
It had long been a dream of his to do so, and Viktor hadn’t even really been able to pay attention to the first thirty seconds of Yuuri’s performance yesterday, what with the way she’d broken down, sobbing. Her uninhibited reaction had been the subject of quite a lot of memes, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel even the slightest bit embarrassed. She hadn’t even realized that she’d grabbed Phichit’s sweaty arm – he had literally just come off of the ice after his own stellar performance – and had been grateful that he hadn’t minded when she’d begun to blubber all over him (then again, Phichit had cried a bit, too).
It spoke volumes about their relationship that even with the very wanton activities they were currently engaged in, a distinct softness entered Yuuri’s beautiful, gold-flecked and chestnut colored gaze.
“I could never have done it, if not for you watching me, Viten’ka,” he whispered, bringing his forehead slightly down to meet her own. “I’m so happy I got to surprise you like that.”
Viktor was proud that even as her vision grew blurry, she managed to keep up her ministrations. She giggled quietly at the sweet way her spouse kissed at some of the tears that spilled over, but the sudden heightened emotion receded, replaced with the earlier eroticism when she gave a particularly deft twist of her wrist.
“FUCK!”
She recomposed herself, bringing her mouth back down and attempting to fit the entirety of Yuuri’s dick inside. When it hit the back of her throat, she hummed, satisfied at the second loud thunk! that resounded.
“Ah! Vitya!!”
Viktor immediately pulled off with an unabashed slurping sound, but before Yuuri could protest, she sunk back down, taking his cock all the way to the back of her throat, yet again.
“Swallow around me, honey,” he ordered, the firm directive sending another heady pulse of fuzziness right to her brain.
She did so with enthusiasm, nearly losing her goddamn mind when her husband brought his hand up to her throat, lightly massaging it so that he could feel himself inside of her.
#yuri on ice#yuri!!! on ice#yuri on ice fanfiction#victuuri#viktuuri#my writing#yoi fanfiction#katsuki yuuri#yuuri katsuki#victor nikiforov#viktor nikiforov#fluff and smut
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My favorite things ever created for Lupin III were Mine Fujiko's Lie, and The Woman Called Mine Fujiko
Not because I don't love the fun, energetic, quirky vibe of the classic series. Not because I prefer Fujiko to the boys (though I do adore her).
For me, The Woman Called Mine Fujiko resurrected not just Fujiko, but every female character written by a man who assumed he knew what makes women tick - or didn't care whether he knew, and just wanted to write her that way.
In the classic series, Fujiko's both a strong, dangerous woman who regularly betrays Lupin, yet she's also a helpless damsel in distress who needs Lupin to save her. How much she is of either depends on the writer and the story. Her saving grace is that, even back then, there was already more than just a sense that Lupin enjoyed getting outmaneuvered by her. They were the kind of perfect rivals who make the fan girls drool when it's two men, and start to see secret romantic longing in every look. Lupin and Fujiko really were rivals in love, but instead of making them more interesting, it hurt them. It made Lupin seem stupid, and it made Fujiko seem cold, heartless, selfish, and arrogant. What's more, because the story always favored Lupin and the boys' POV, we rarely ever got a glimpse of what Fujiko thought or felt - so fans were free to attribute to her whatever motivations they wanted. And fans, when it comes to beautiful, treacherous women, aren't very open-minded, let alone forgiving.
So The Woman Called Mine Fujiko was desperately needed. It somehow managed to pull Fujiko out of the grip of the male gaze without turning her into some kind of angel. It subverted the whole "she turned out like this because she was damaged as a child," by making us think that's what happened to her and then making it all a lie. She's still a criminal. She still betrays and uses people and is less spiritual and more practical about taking life than the romantics Jigen and Goemon (and often Lupin) are. And the underlying message was, it really doesn't matter what made Fujiko. She's a woman, and she's free to do what she wants. Even if it's bad. If we admire Lupin, we really have no business hating Fujiko. (Specific episodes can make most anyone hate her, but that should be chalked up to bad writing and low respect for characterization. This is, after all, fiction.) And, we learn, Lupin isn't in love with Fujiko just because she's beautiful and dangerous. He's also in love with her because he loves freedom, and freedom is Mine Fujiko.
In Mine Fujiko's Lie, we once again get this amazing, nuanced Fujiko who subverts tropes as neatly as she high kicks in heels. Her antagonist is a warped version of herself, a master manipulator who doesn't realize how he's manipulated by others, whose freedom comes with his first taste of desire - and which ultimately leads to his destruction. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - or lost. In her usual style, Fujiko defeats him by seducing and betraying him. While the art avoids the gore of Jigen's and Goemon's episodes, the eroticism highlights Fujiko's body's softness and vulnerability in a way that makes her seem desperate but determined as she uses psychological manipulation to win over sheer male power. Thematically, yeah, she's still talking about love and sex. But there's something existential about the way she talks, something deep that digs into the human psyche.
And the reframing of Fujiko's skill as psychology rather than seduction is only part of what's modern and liberating. The other is her relationship with the little boy (whose name I can't recall atm :P). We're primed to think (or dread) that Fujiko is about to tap into her latent maternal instincts. She's a woman, so of course she won't be able to resist a motherless child! And, as un-Fujiko-like as that would be, the alternative - her stealing the boy's only chance at a healthy life along with stranding him as an orphan - was too distasteful to hope for. The story string us along, making us think it'll be one, it'll be the other... and then, in the end, she's neither drawn into motherly sentiment, nor does she turn out to be utterly irredeemably (the usual fate of women who don't perform femininity in an acceptable way). She gets what she wants and the boy gets what he needs. He probably won't have stellar memories of her - and she's still far, far from an angel. But she's worked the job the way that she wants to work it, with resourcefulness and independence. Unlike her helpless charge, or her helpless antagonist. It's telling that this is the only movie of the three in this series which results in a direct kill (of the main antagonist, I mean). If there's anything Fujiko can't stand, it's helplessness. She's going to survive. She doesn't wax romantic about what it means to be a warrior. Someone came for her, she gave as good as she got - that's Fujiko. And yet, though she can't afford to be weak, she isn't so hard that she can't fall asleep on Lupin's shoulder.
I needed both of these stories to love Lupin III. Without them, I don't think I'd be able to look at it as anything more than a boy's fantasy. Fujiko's gotten some better development and overall treatment in some of the more recent anime series - but I will say that I was really disappointed in her in season six, because I felt she was rewritten to be more like ScarJo's Black Widow than anyone who could function as Lupin's rival and lover at once.
rabbit trail: The bit in Goemon's Blood Spray, where Fujiko walks off because Goemon's self-punishment is too ridiculous to watch, and Jigen and Lupin are all "This is how men are," about it, gets a mixed reaction from me. On the one hand, I tend to feel like Fujiko, that as confused yet determined as Goemon was, him killing himself through training is just wasteful. As is his friends letting him, because that's what he wants and he's got a warrior's spirit and yadda yadda. But on the other, my real issue is claiming this is a gender difference. It's glorifying the warrior philosophy yet again, when in the real world strong, war-hardened men run from battle every day, not because they aren't real warriors, but because they have sense. Live to die another day. (Which, incidentally, is what happens for Goemon, because he survives the training.) IMO Fujiko left because she's practical. Goemon did what he did because he's spiritual. Jigen didn't understand him, but went along with him anyway, because Jigen is emotional. And Lupin did understand him and deliberately didn't get in his way because he's a mix of little bits of all the other characters.
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