Ok I don’t mean to be doing this too often but I literally just wrote a paper about this so I thought I would comment! The English translation is The Cursed Woman but the original French is La Femme Damnée. “Femmes Damnées” was the title of a Baudelaire poem from his acclaimed 1857 book Fleurs du mal, which was known, among other things, to be a collection that famously dealt with the subject of lesbians. The poem tells the story of the desires and passionate love between two lesbians: Delphine and Hippolyte. As a result of this poem and of the book as a whole, the terms “fleurs du mal” and “femme damnée” became lesbian monikers of the turn of the century. Though some have deemed the term “damned women” to be accusatory of some moral dissonance, the poem it is derived from is actually quite sympathetic to the condition of lesbian love as it is a love which is unable to fully flourish in that time. Regardless, the translated title of Tassaert’s painting is misleading, as the original French is less accusatory and more identifying. The title is more accurately “the lesbian.”
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— n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via echymosis)
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himeno tells aki you’re so messy as you’re eating her out. she’s breathless, words interrupted by moans. and you’re so lost — because she tastes like heaven, because aki is fucking you so good from behind. but she does a pretty good job, no? she was really excited to eat ya o-out, himeno. and they talk as if you’re not even there! a little play toy to be used
Summary: When Shota’s daughter goes missing, there is nothing he won’t do, no lines he won’t cross to find her. Making a deal with a God to bring her back to him, is a small price to pay. Little does he realize how his life will change, how everything will.
For the BNHarem Mythology/Folklore August 2021 Event. The Masterlist is here, check out the others who participated in this Event too!
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Rating: Dark Content w/Fluff (Violence, Death, Love, Non Canon) - Anyone can read.
Character: Jiro Kyoka/Hecate / Shota Aizawa x Reader / Eri / Kota / Hades
Word Count: 8314
A/N: This one is probably the more emotional/Angsty pieces I’ve written so far…so be prepared! I’ve made several people cry, so I must be doing something right! Enjoy everyone!
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A single clawed finger rested on her small, slim shoulder and bright silver eyes lifted to glance toward the towering form of her father, this is what it was like to be the daughter of a god, to be an immortal child as she grew slowly, her powers growing as she matured and would eventually be strong enough for her to be called a god in her own right. She knew her power would not match the other children, it had been the not so nice, not so secret whispered among the other gods; her mother’s friends because of who her father was.
“Yes father?”
Her dark lavender hair was down along her knees and left to hang freely along her pale skin, the night and the moonlit nights filled with twinkling stars were where you felt most at home. The forest and it’s creatures were of no concern to her, because her father was the Lord and Master of this forest and all who dwelled within.
“Hecate, come with me Lakota wishes to bestow a gift to my favorite little one,” he told her and stepped forward his body towered over the forest and he was careful where he stepped, before he shrank his body with ever step to that of the size of a mortal man and he was soon walking through the forest, the trees now towering over them as he could hear his little girl racing through the forest to keep up with him. She was easily able to reach him.
Eventually their walk through the forest brought them to a moonlit clearing, she paused a frown on her young features as when she did catch up with him, he was standing to the side and in the middle of the cleaning were two adult wolves with a young cub between them. Her gaze was drawn to the cub, but she didn’t go closer to it.
Lakota was the Alpha of the wolves, granted the ability to speak by her father. He shifted and nudged his cub forward with his nose and gestured toward her. The small black bundle rose on his little legs and twisted his golden gaze toward her.
He approached her, his little legs taking him toward her. She was watchful as he came closer, his midnight black fur seemed to be sprinkled with stars. He sniffed her hand and gave it a lick. “What’s his name Lakota?” she asked the larger Alpha wolf.
“Batair, consider him a gift. Young Hecate, he will guard you well into your immortal life.”
“Thank you,” she said sincerely as she inclined her head to them before she lifted the black Wolf pup into her arms. He would grow with her, her powers giving him as close to an immortal life as she could give him.
With those words hanging between them the Mighty Lakota and his mate bowed, before they slipped back into the forest. Disappearing into the darkness of the forest leaving their son in her care for the rest of his equally immortal life for he would forever be her guard, as would many others to come.
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Worn calloused fingers pressed against tired red-rimmed dark eyes. The man leaned against the grey granite island, his elbows pressed to the cold stone as he closed his eyes. Replaying the conversation on loop in his head as he recalled speaking with the detectives.
He’d called them when his little girl hadn’t gotten home from school. When he’d stopped one of the neighbors boys who always walked her home from the bus stop. “She wasn’t on the bus today, I thought you picked her up, ” Kota frowned, his hands balled into fists at his side.
“I’m sure she’s fine, she probably missed the bus.”
The words sounded hollow, and ash filled even to his ears as his heart pounded in his chest as he knew the dread that had been settling in his chest was because something was wrong, horribly wrong. His instincts had been telling him all day something was wrong.
“Everything will be fine, let me handle this. Get home safe.” He forced a small smile and turned away, his phone to his ear as he called the school, his legs taking him at a run to his car parked a few houses down from the bus stop.
His little one was getting older and thus it was why he’d allowed her to walk home from the bus stop, with his schedule he was able to finagle a few things and usually work from home.
He was trying to not be that hovering parent, that overprotective parent who didn’t let their child do anything without them. He didn’t want to be that guy. He already got weird looks given the fact that he was a single father, to a little girl that didn’t look anything like him.
Truth be told, his little girl wasn’t blood related to him, he was her father in every sense of the word, but she was the only thing that let him keep a piece of you with him. Shota had met you after you had left your ex boyfriend, the guy was a dangerous man and it was just shortly after you had met and started dating that you found out you were pregnant. The baby was obviously his, but Shota didn’t care. He loved you and that was enough for him and then when Eri was born, he realized what it meant to love someone other than you so unconditionally.
Eri was his little girl, and he claimed her as his own. It was his name on her birth certificate, she carried his last name. His little family was complete, so full of life and happiness, it was only six months ago that you had passed away. He hadn’t just lost you, but the baby you carried as well.
Your death had been incredibly hard, but he hunkered down, he got through it because he had to care of his daughter, of your daughter she needed him. He couldn’t get lost in his own despair, but some days, some days it was just hard!
It was in those desperate moments of his despair, when the school couldn’t find Eri, when the school camera caught her walking hand in hand with a man with short brown hair and a hoodie. The police had been called, the detectives notified and they said they were looking into it.
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