Oh I’m SO here for Fem Dunk shenanigans. She’d have them all so intrigued and grovelling and then combine with if she’s disguised as a man at the tourney. And the big reveal isn’t until she’s injured. I’d imagine lyonel and Raymun would try and scalp Aerion for fighting a lady. Not to mention Maekar and Baelor both going “I know what will fix this, I’ll propose to her”. Que Dunk running away with Egg
YES!!!! The only people aware of Fem!Dunk’s gender until the reveal would be Arlan, Rafe, Lyonel, Raymun, and Egg. Arlan technically raised Dunk and Rafe knew her before puberty so ofc they do.
Now if this is teen mom! Dunk then Lyonel figured it out by himself. Raymun probably would’ve accidentally walked in on her changing or breastfeeding. They both would be more protective and closer than canon because of this I believe.
Egg is complicated. Maybe he saw blood and thought Dunk was injured or maybe Dunk admits to it when she bonds with him. He becomes way more protective of his new mom either way.
The rest of the Targaryens? Oh they are in over their heads. Proposals, jealousy, etc. Mostly it’s Baelor vs Maekar on who she should be married to (or who finds her first).
Egg actually gets the idea to run away in Dunk’s skull and makes it clear that she ain’t leaving him. So they head off to Dorne for a vacation (very original I know lol). Dunk takes this time to raise her babies and embrace her femininity and not hide it as much. I also really really really want to see big curvy Dunk in pretty clothing. They stay for about a year maybe before heading to visit Lyonel and that’s where the drama happens.
Can you do something for Artrick on NYE? Maybe some feminization?
well yes! this was so much fun to write, I hope I did it justice.
tw: nsfw(18+), forced feminization, drunk sex
Art and Patrick ended up at a frat party on nye because old habits die hard. It was actually a party that Art suggested so that they didn’t spend New Year’s Eve in his dorm room like losers. Patrick was visiting for the next two weeks and Tashi was home for winter break so Patrick was crashing with Art.
Further in the night, many many shots later, Art can’t find Patrick. He could’ve sworn that Patrick was right next to him two seconds ago, encouraging him to do even more shots. He’s stumbling through the frat house and doesn’t see Patrick anywhere. Not in the living room, the kitchen, or the pool room. He decides to check upstairs. It takes a second but he gets up there and starts checking rooms.
He checks the bathroom and sees a girl with her head in the toilet yikes. He checks one bedroom, empty. The next bedroom had two couples going at it. Unexpected but not the worst thing he’s ever seen. The last bedroom he stumbles into before he can register the mix of moans coming from the room.
There he finds Patrick making out with a girl on the bed. They’re both topless but Patrick has his hand down her pants.
“oh I’m- that’s- m’sorry” Art slurs his words half because he’s drunk and half because he’s feeling embarrassed but also weirdly turned on?
“oh my gosh were you just gonna stand there? creep.” the girl says as she gets up grabbing her shirt. She storms out of the room shoving past Art.
Patrick sits up on the bed and sighs running his hand through his hair. “I didn’t think my wingman would be the one cockblocking me.”
“m’sorry i- i- didn’t meant to, i couldn’t find you, thought you left me.” Art hiccups walking over to sit down next to Patrick.
“awe it’s okay sweetheart, you know i’d never leave you. you can make it up to me though.” Patrick smirks as he pushes Art’s hair back out of face.
“how?” Art responds leaning into Patrick’s touch.
“your gonna be my girl for the night, okay?” Patrick leans in and starts kissing Art’s neck.
“wh-oh ah-“ Art moans letting his eyes slip closed.
Patrick moves his hand down to cup Art’s chest. “fuck babe, love your tits.”
“patrick I don’t-“ Art starts but once Patrick moves to start playing with Art’s nipples, Art groans.
“shhh, I just wanna play with you baby.” Patrick says as he pulls Art’s shirt off and then lowers Art down onto his back. He pulls down Art’s shorts only to find a wet spot on his briefs where his cock is straining against them. “you’re already so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.”
Patrick pulls Art’s briefs off and grabs some lube. He scoots down and spreads Art’s legs coming face to face with Art’s hole. With no warning Patrick flattens his tongue against Art’s hole, licking up. Art feels a shiver run through his entire body, both of his hand flying to grip Patrick’s curls. “oh fuck” Art moans.
“you have such a pretty pussy baby. can I finger you?” Patrick asks pressing his thumb very lightly against Art’s tightness.
Art nods quickly, biting his lip. His mind is feeling a little cloudy, he’s never been this hard before.
Patrick makes quick work lubing his fingers before he presses one finger inside Art.
Art is squirming around trying to fuck himself back on Patrick’s finger while simultaneously trying to get relief on his cock. His body jerks upwards against nothing looking for any kind of friction. Patrick worked his way up to three fingers before. He’s watching Art struggle with a smirk in his face.
“do you want me to touch you? play with your clit?” Patrick asks, working his fingers in and out of Art.
Art nods but that’s not good enough for Patrick.
“say it.” Patrick presses.
Art whines, “can you please touch me?”
“what do you want me to touch baby?”
“can you please play with my clit?”
“good girl.” Patrick smirks.
Almost immediately Patrick moves to start jerking Art off, occasionally swiping his thumb over the tip.
Art is really keening now, between Patrick’s fingers pumping in and out of him and Patrick jerking him off, Art never stood a chance. He cums all over Patrick’s fist.
“did I say you could cum yet?” Patrick questions, moving his hands off Art.
Art shakes his head no. “no m’sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was just alot”
“i know baby i know, but I’m still gonna fuck you okay?” Patrick wipes his hands off on the sheets. Then Patrick covers both Art’s hole and his own dick in lube.
Patrick lines up with Art’s entrance and presses in slowly. “oh fuck baby- your pussy is so tight, fuck”
“fuck patrick your fucking stretching me out right now, feel so good- uh-ah”
“yeah baby? you like when I stretch your tight little hole? bet no one’s fucked you like this before huh?”
Art shakes his head no. He’s put a few fingers up there but he’s never been fucked like this before.
“say it” Patrick insists.
Art obliges, he’s already too fucked out, “no- no- one’s fucked me like this before”
“yeah? where has no one fucked you before?”
“my- my pussy”
“good girl, that’s why your so fucking tight huh,” Patrick says as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. He knows he won’t last long.
“yes, fuck, fuck me please”
Patrick presses his hand on Art’s lower pelvis so he can feel his cock going in and out of Art.
“fuck baby can I cum inside of you? wanna empty my balls inside of you, get you fucking pregnant.” Patrick pleas as he feels his climax approach.
Art nods, eyes glossing over. He didn’t even realize he had gotten hard again so fast. Or how loud he was moaning. Or that he was also close to finishing.
“yes please cum inside me, cum inside my pussy please-“ Art chokes out between moans
Patrick moves his hand to start jerking Art off again to match the rhythm of his strokes. “i want to you squirt for me baby, squirt all over my cock fuck-“
Art almost blacks out at how hard he cums. He feels Patrick cum inside him, filling him up.
Patrick pulls out and watches as his seed leaks out of Art’s now abused hole.
Art is recovering his breathing as he looks down to see Patrick once again eye level with his hole. Patrick uses his fingers to push his cum back into Art’s hole.
“fuck, your so pretty baby.” Patrick smirks making his way back up the bed laying down next to Art.
Art smiles. He feels sticky, covered in his own cum and full of Patrick’s. But he still hasn’t fully recovered because what the actual fuck just happened? He’s definitely sobered up at this point.
Art looks over at Patrick but before he can ask what just happened, Patrick checks his phone to see the time.
“lemme clean you up and then we can head downstairs, if we hurry we can make it before the countdown starts.” Patrick says as he scoots off the bed going to check the bathroom.
He finds a rag and makes it damp using the sink before he returns to clean up Art and himself.
Once they’re both clean and dressed Patrick takes Art’s hand, dragging him downstairs.
10
9
8
They can hear the mass chants from the crowd as they make their way downstairs.
7
6
Patrick lead them to a spot within the crowd that gives them a good view of the TV broadcasting the New Year’s Eve countdown.
5
4
Art is still not fully there yet. His mind is still a little foggy and he can’t stop thinking about what they just did.
3
Patrick is his best friend and he always knew that him and Patrick were closer than regular best friends. Art has always had feelings for Patrick, but then Patrick chose Tashi. Art couldn’t really blame him because he also wanted Tashi.
2
Art wonders what this means for them now or maybe it didn’t mean anything to Patrick.
1
Patrick grabs Art’s face, making them face each other, before he leans in and kisses Art. Right there, in front of everyone. At midnight. On New Year’s.
And maybe Art was just overthinking too much. He really did enjoy his start to the New Year.
Wdym when u talk abt Napoleon having an immigrant plot? Unless I totally red that wrong
Okay 1st , finally clearing up the 3 asks I've been meaning to do - I'm so sorry this took like 3 weeks. 2nd , 1/2 of this is gonna be anecdotes I've found and the other 1/2 is opinions and headcanon.
So...Napoleon’s "immigrant plot". I swear it's not as bad as it sounds. Napoleon ( Napoléone ) originated from Corsican which used to be the Republic of Genoa - yay , England - and before that Italian Roman. The Bonaparte ( Buonaparte ) family has mixed roots from Tuscany - northern Italy - and Liguria meaning that from an ethnic point of view , Napoleon is everything but French.
That being said due to Genoa annexing the land if Corsica over to France in 1768 - before Napoleon's birth year of 1769[nice] - that makes the Buonaparte family officially French past that point. If you wanted to say that "well if they're born before 1768 they're still native Corsicans" yep sorry no. The only Napoléone who is a Corsican under that idea would be Napoléone's uncle from I believe his father's side [ edit : kinda right , it's actually Carlo's uncle meaning it's Napoléone's great-uncle who is the original Napoléone. Let's make a Napoléone/Napoleon counter ].
So , legally , the Buonaparte family is indeed French and come from the island of Corsica but that'd be no different for someone in Puerto Rica claiming to be an American citizen - i.e. territory of [country] = part of country - or someone from Gibraltar saying they're a U.K. citizen. However! No...because uprisings.
Corsica was...odd early on. Very odd. Although Carlo is known to be a French supporter ( something I'd argue is because he'd probably want to keep a noble status/wealth for his family but that's just my opinion ) the rest of his family seemed VERY pro-independence. Napoléone even speculated that his mama Leutizia had an affair with Pasquale Paoli - a Corsican statesman and patriot - which...okay Napoléone.
So all of this to say , Napoléone might have been tied to a French identity but he just seemed like a Corsican/Tuscan through and through.
Right , now with all the backstory shit out the way , what the hell do i mean by immigrant story line when I've just argued that it's impossible with Corsica UNDER French rule. Uhm...you guys know Hamilton?
I swear I'm going somewhere with this. Alexander Hamilton was born on the island of Nevis ( Now Saint Kitts and Nevis ) to a famously Scottish father on an island that was British. Does that mean he was british? ...well...yeah but nah. Ethnically , yes he'd be British but legally he became a fighter of the revolution - becoming an american. That does however also make him an immigrant ( moving from 1 colony to another ). Now I'm 100% certain someone else knows a million times better than me about what makes someone an immigrant and what makes another an inner-migrant but ( at least from what I see ) Napoleone and Hamilton could very well be 2 sides of the same coin , just flipped.
Rather than Napoleon changing to the ethnicity of his occupying country from his roots like Hamilton , I'd argue it's somewhat flipped. Napoleone originally wanted to BE Corsican then declared himself offically French via changing his name to Napoleon. Besides that , I'd also argue that Napoleon had a similar...oh boy let's see how many people hate me after this...Napoleone has a similar "immigrant upbring".
...yep , this is how people look at me like an idiot.
I'm gonna pull off the band aid right now , I'm not gonna say this is what all immigrant parents are like , nor will I say this is every immigrant upbringing. What I will say , it's very similar to most popularised immigrant/intergrating stories.
Napoleone is mainly raised by his mother who had high expectations of him and all his siblings , gave him every opportunity possible in the military and upon him becoming the "famous general" suddenly Leutizia is making him the example to her other kids.
Now I'm making the abuse separate to the "immigrant story" paragraph strictly because - again - not all immigrant parents/kids abuse/have been abused. @ic-napology has gone through Leutizia and Napoleon's relationship far better than I could've so please read that but just know my opinions on their relationship as mama/son is just "Uh...yep , definitely his mama aren't you?"
Sitting at your desk, staring at the flashing lights on your computer screen...a word flashing.
Relax
You mouth open slightly as a string of drool runs from the corner of your mouth down to your chest. Another word joins the first
Relax
Surrender
Your breathing is slow and steady. Your eyes open and focused on the screen. It feels so good as your mind goes fuzzy. The words are so important now. Another word joins them.
Relax
Surrender
Submit
You find yourself whispering these words to yourself. Over and over driving you deeper and deeper into your relaxed state. And now another word.
Relax
Surrender
Submit
Obey
Yes, Obey. It's why you are here. It's what you were made for. There is nothing but these words now. Over and over, burning themselves into your mind. The pleasure of obedience overwhelms you. A new word joins them. A word that must be obeyed.
Relax
Surrender
Submit
Obey
Masturbate
Slowly your hand slides into your pants, inside your panties and finds that warm, wet spot between your legs. Your breath catches as your finger starts rubbing your clit. It feels so good to obey. It feels so good to pleasure yourself.
Relax
Surrender
Submit
Obey
Masturbate
Your excitement builds but your face doesn't show it. The flashing lights and the words in them are your world. Whispering the words over and over. It gets harder to actually say them. Relaxxxx, Sur..sur..render, Sub...oh god...submit, obey obey obey, mastuuuuurbate...yes..oh yes.
And now one more word. The word that all of this has been building to....
CUM
Mmmpphhh 🫠🥴😵💫😵💫🥵🥵
Thank you for the pretty words, would love some more and some asks or anything else
shouldnt be controversial but there's some shit poor takes out there - kylo ren was groomed as a child and suffered emotional abuse from the groomer as a result. we also have hints he suffered from emotional neglect.
If you are a person who says or thinks he had it easy because he had parents who loved him, then you are an absolute fucking moron with shit poor media comprehension.
Also enough of it 'Yeah but xyz character had it worse!!!!' this isn't the fucking misery olympics. such statements often don't view the ramifications of getting groomed by a voice in your head either, there is no escape from that. it's even canon that voices he thought were vader or even his own, were actually palpsy. that's a level of inescapable mental manipulation that other characters in star wars could never even comprehend - and never did, as he never told anyone before he offed himself.
