The People Who Police Your Gender Will Police Your Gender Even If You're Cis.

ive been thinking about this since i drew it

It wouldn’t be historically accurate for my story to include BIPOC!

This is an argument often made about European-style fantasy media like Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, and Disney’s Frozen. Audiences, often white, assume that due to the majority-white setting, adding any visible number of BIPOC to the story would be unrealistic.

What these critics fail to realize is that BIPOC do in fact live, and have lived, in these settings, and records of BIPOC presence in places assumed to be majority-white have been buried, written out, or not taught due to white supremacist and/or colonial bias in the field of history. There are historical European settings that were far more diverse than is often portrayed. Consider:

The Moorish Empire exerted an extensive influence over life and culture in Southern Europe from Spain from 711 to 1492

The Ottomans were heavily involved in European affairs up until the treaty of Karlowitz in 1699, but still considered a part of Europe even through the 19th century

The sheer size of the Roman Empire ensured the continued movement of people from various backgrounds within the Mediterranean well until the end of the Byzantine Empire.

“Historical accuracy” should not be used as an excuse for media to be exclusively white in its casting. While there are places which are or were predominantly white, there will always be factors like global trade and immigration that bring multiculturalism to their doors.

And even if the presence of a certain demographic is unrealistic for a certain setting? Consider that we’ve accepted far worse inaccuracies in historical fiction in the name of artistic license. Consider that our understanding of human history is, and will always be, incomplete.

Further Reading:

Historically Diverse London, “Historical Accuracy,” and Creator Accountability

Making a Black Pride and Prejudice Resonate

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Not used to this just yet

Astarion sees you're almost falling asleep and will drag you to bed now!

I would need this on like a daily basis. And I guess so do many of you - so let the vampire drag you to bed and GO! GET! SOME! SLEEP!

It was so late it could have been called early. Outside you could already hear the birds chirping, cheerfully greeting a new day. Which meant that it was more than high time to crawl into bed. And doubly so because you lived with a vampire who fared even worse with sunlight than you.

But you were still crouched over your desk and the papers there.

Your eyes were tired. You barely saw what you were working on anymore. And you knew you could get this done when you were fully rested and it would only take a matter of minutes. But you were so desperate to finish this.

Unfortunately, you had a tendency to be very determined (someone else usually called it stubborn but you always pretended you had gone deaf all of a sudden when that happened). But this tendency had brought you this far and probably saved your life more than once. And you wouldn't be bested by this piece of work!

But your head was slowly falling, your eyelids growing as heavy as lead.

And you only jumped back up when you heard that certain someone enter the room, being purposefully noisy to make you aware of it. You were grateful for that because if the vampire had snuck up on you, like he was fully capable of, it might have not ended well with you being this exhausted.

“Slacking off on the job, are we?” you heard his familiar teasing voice as he came closer. You felt his presence as he leaned on the table around you - basically caging you with his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as usual. His lips were awfully close to your ear and the hairs on your neck stood on end as you didn't dare rip your eyes from your work.

“Don't you think this can wait, love?” he whispered now directly into your ear causing a hot and cold shiver to run down your spine.

But with this he had pushed the wrong button. Almost involuntarily you felt one of your eyebrows rise up and your lips forming a pout: “No, Astarion, I don't think it can wait.”

You turned your head around to face him and saw him smirk, making you even more annoyed at him. He leaned in closer, causing his chest to brush against your head now, his hands moved to cover yours.

“Do you really think a stack of papers can't wait more than your caring lover craving your calming touch?” he murmured with a pout that mirrored yours while his deft fingers freed your writing quill out of your angrily clenching fingers. You couldn't resist him long. His hands were used to open up more difficult things than your desperate grip on your writing utensils. Also his absolutely instrumentalized big red eyes he looked at you with were absolutely working their usual enchanting magic on you.

Not enough though for you to not make a snide remark about what was happening.

“Well, for starters the stack of papers doesn't talk back.”

“You think I'm funny, my love.”

“It also isn't as full of itself.”

A mockingly offended gasp while Astarion’s hands moved the papers out of your reach.

“My heart, you hurt me.”

“Ah see, it also doesn't guilt trip me.”

The vampire's hands wandered up over your arms to your shoulders. “I can't do right by you tonight, can I?”

“You could just let me keep working on my thing.”

A dramatic sigh and Astarion let his head fall forward and onto your shoulder. Then he let go of you and took a step back.

“Do you really want to keep working, dear?” he sounded sincere now and you suddenly felt true guilt as you looked at him. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes still awfully wide and shining.

But the urge to not keep business unfinished still had you in its claws.

After a few heartbeats you opened your lips to answer, but-

“Too bad, you're coming with me now, my love.” Astarion exclaimed and with rogue quickness grabbed your chair by the armrests to drag it away from the desk and turn it around to him. “You need your beauty sleep, I can't be seen walking around with a walking corpse!”

You squealed when you felt your body get yanked around so quickly while your tired brain was almost incapable of catching up. Thus you were almost confused when you had ended up on Astarion’s shoulder a moment later.

There was no energy left in your body to resist this infuriating man any longer so you just played the part of dead weight draped over his shoulder - since he had already coined you as such - and couldn't stop yourself from giggling.

“See, darling, I told you: you think I’m funny.”

“It's just sleep deprivation talking.”

“Ah, so you agree with that too.”

You resisted to answer him with something he would only twist around again to fit his agenda. Instead you just slapped his butt you had quite the delectable view of at the moment.

Astarion hissed and just slapped your behind in return. You only giggled more.

“I should have left you at your godsdamned desk, let you fall asleep right there to drool on the papers,” he murmured under his breath and ended it with something about how ungrateful you were while he threw open the bedroom door; your favourite drama queen.

Then he made quick work to get you off his shoulders with an exaggerated groan which you were sure wasn't fully acted.

As soon as your body hit your soft bed the last of your energy decided to evaporate into the aether. You were almost falling over if not for the vampire's quick reflexes catching your wrists.

With quick fingers and more snarky remarks you had no power to reply to anymore he undressed you to your underwear.

And with more overly dramatic groaning and a roll of his eyes since you provided absolutely no help did he turn you to lay down. He carefully placed your head on the pillows which you thanked him for with a dreamy sigh. Your eyes closed on your own. The blanket was thrown over you and more rustling told you that Astarion was quickly undressing as well.

When the mattress shifted under the vampire's weight as he got into bed next to you you barely even noticed it anymore.

With final efforts Astarion dragged you onto his chest. Your arms slung around him and your legs tangled with his automatically - you had done so hundreds if not thousands of times already.

“All this work just to get you where you belong,” Astarion whispered to you and clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he began rubbing lazy circles on your back. You only hummed contentedly as you felt your body relax fully into him and his touch.

Your last half-coherent thought as you drifted off to sleep was that, indeed, you had to agree with him on this one: you were right where you were supposed to be.

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LOOK AT THEM!!!!! OMGGG THEY ARE SO CREEPY AND CUTE AARRRGHHHH

More mastermind ishimaru! And also all the things that my messed up head came up for him with

And the Devil, himself did in fact take him away

A guide to designing wheelchair using characters!

I hope this helps anyone who's trying to design their oc using a wheelchair, it's not a complete guide but I tried my best! deffo do more research if you're writing them as a character

heya heya Her!! welcome to the new blog my dear friend <33 i wish you the best luck!!

Can i have Mondo Owada x reader cuddling headcanons?? :D your writings will be fantastic! there is no doubt! >w<

Welcome as well, my child! Thank you for your kind words and wishes.

Ah, already expecting only good from me, my child? This is very adorable and actually pleasant to hear. So, I guess I should follow your expectations.

- Herr

Mondo Oowada cuddling headcanons

Warnings: swearing, pet names (if that's a trigger for you)

I associate Mondo with Poseidon - a greek supreme sea god, rageful, heavy-tempered, domineering, possessing ubreakable, turbulent strength, furiously chasing those who insult him.

Edit by me.

~ Mondo may be a bold, foul-mouthed, intimidating delinquent who always gets into a fight with someone who's too brave to cross roads with him. But, truth to be told, his heart is as big as he himself.

~ That means he becomes much softer when it's his beloved one. His tone becomes more tender, softer and more quiet, he swears less and all in all acts more affectionate.

~ He's actually a little shy when it comes to romantic physical touch. We all know Oowada has strength complex, and he understands that romance supposes being soft, because he doesn't want to hurt you, so at first time, at the beginning of relationship, his hugs are light, timid, but still full of love. It doesn't mean he's against it. Mondo's just unused to it. He's unused to have a full romantic relationship at all, so, please, be patient with him. He needs to get used to it.

~ And when he gets used to it, he goes all to the fullest. He loves to hold you in his big strong arms, pressing you to his huge body. At these times he understands that he actually stays strong even at these actions, being your strong protecter, holding you safe in his warm embraces.

~ Due to his regular workouts, which guaranteed him having a good blood circulation and other physical things, his body is very warm most of the time, so expect every cuddling session to be also a warming up.

~ By the way his boobs are kinda soft

~ Again, as it was said, he's a huge trouble maker, a huge fan of fights, but he's so tender with his little princess/prince (he would call you that even if you're the same height as him or taller, but if you're uncomfortable with the nickname, he'll stop).

~ Mondo will cuddle with you when you had a bad day, patting your head gently and telling your insulters are "fuckers who don't deserve to even look at you in the wrong way", that you're his treasure and how much he loves, adores you. He will cuddle you during cold day/night, pressing you tightly to his massive chest, wrapping his arms around your whole body. He will cuddle you when you can't fell asleep, rubbing your back, trying to lull you this way. He also smells good, like something very dear to you. His natural scent. He uses perfume sometimes, but you feel this scent anyway.

~ He loves pepperng your face with kisses, caressing it with his big palms. His lips are soft and warm, maybe just a little bit rough in some places.

~ Mondo likes it when you sit in his lap. If you're shorter than him, you remind him of a cub and it's so adorable to him. He just adores to feel strong enough to protect you from all dangerous things in this world and his heart melts from the fact that you trust him enough to be so close to him.

~ Sometimes, especially when meeting each other after some time, he loves to hug you, then lift up a little and whirl around with you. He will also give you piggy pag rides . Again, if you're uncomfortable with these actions, he won't do anything that upsets you.

~ All in all, this man is perfect for cuddles.

Here it is, my child. Please, inform me if you'd like to change anything.

hbd clown boy sorry for being almost a week late or whatever