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Resources For Writing Royalty

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It’s shorter than the usual resource master post, but I found some great resources and I think this is a good jumping-off point for those who are including a royal court in the world building of their story.

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Fantasy Guide to Writing A Royal Family

How to Write A Fictional Royal Court

Writing Royalty and Nobility - Common Mistakes

Creating a Fictional Monarchy

Questions to Ask When Creating a Fictional Monarchy

Writing Royal Characters

Ethics in World Building : Monarchy

Royal Titles Around The World

Regions’ Royal History Broken Down

Early Overall History

East Asia

Medieval and modern Europe

Africa

Positions in A Royal Court

Almoner

Butler

Chamberlain

Chancellor

Chapelmaster

Chaplain

Cofferer

Confessor

Constable

Cup-bearer

Dapifer

Doorward

Eunuch

Falconer

Gentleman of the Bedchamber

Gentleman Usher

Grandmaster

Great officers

Groom of the Stool

Herald

Intendant

The Royal Fool

Keeper of the seal

King of arms

Knight/Earl Marshal

Lady-in-waiting

Maid of Honour

Majordomo

Master of Ceremonies

Master of the Horse

Master of the Hunt

Page

Panter or Grand Panetier

Secretary

Pursuivant

Seneschal

Stolnik

Standard bearer

Steward

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in barbieland, where everything was perfect for women, men were safe. they didn't suffer, they took full part in society, they just weren't the "main characters". but when Barbieland was captured by men, women were instantly in danger. they began to be held for service and objectified.

the authors conveyed the essence very well and clearly, which not everyone understood

It's like why do I STILL have parent issues at 22 like I'm too ooooold for it damn why can't yall like get your shit together, you've had 22 years to do it!

The sculptor

Summary: Bucky has a way with words and actions, a true machiavellian under that pearly smile and those stormy eyes, well he knows he has the reader wrapped around his little finger, putty in his hands and he knows exactly how to mold her.

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Naive!Reader

Word count: 1605

Warnings: TW/mentions of sexual assault, cockwarming, manipulation, edging, overstimulation.

A/N: so this is an entry for @mariessecretfantasies 500 followers challenge based losely on the lyric prompt 23 or Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by David Bowie, and also my first attempt at writing Dark bucky so any and all constructive criticism is welcome!

He takes his time with you, never in a hurry, never afraid. He isn't scared of losing the feel of your soft skin under the palm of his hands, your legs that wrap so well around him, the mouth he drinks out of, he consumes you everyday. To the brink and back, leave you heaving and broken but you'll never leave,

This is what he did, this is his reward, that's what he wanted and so it's what he has, his silly little woman wrapped like a coil around his little finger,

He watched you with half lidded eyes, his strong arms folded behind his head and the hints of a smirk that stretchs his lips, he'll let you exhaust yourself, before he makes a move, low whines rumbling through your chest

"Buckyyy, please" your head lulled back and your perfect tits in the air with every bounce, your hands on his abdomen, you stop every once in a while, pressing your hands down and grinding your hips, scratch your nails down his chest, make promises, anything for him to just please let you get there,

No matter how hard you try it just isnt the same, your strength is always less compared to him, and this drive to reach the high, with him, but he wouldn't give in, not that easily

You've always been so useless on your own, you know it too "please! I-I promise I'll be better, I'm stupid anyway, please bucky I won't ask you again" you whine again, it feels like it's been hours, your body and all its nerves on fire with need but he looked much too pleased with the little game.

Your shoulders slumped, body tingling with the overwhelming feeling of fullness but nothing more, body falling forward onto his chest, and those pearly tears on the harbor waiting for release when he speaks

"I don't know why you do it" he tsked, your whimpers in his ear as he looks down at the mess of hair and sweaty limbs on top of him, "asking me if you could go to the city, when I've told you that you can't, Don't you trust me?" He asked you, face pressed into his chests and soft sobs choked out,

"Look at me Y/N" you could hear your heart crack more, why did he call you by your name? Had you done it this time? What if he didn't want anything to do with you now?

"Why would you want to go there? In that danger? You know what would've happened if I hadn't found you don't you? I've given you anything you could want and more? So why do you always want to leave? Am I not enough?"

Big sad eyes peered into the bright azure of his, the pearly tears shining under the dim sunlight, you were a vision, so perfectly compliant, putty in his hands. He had you by the throat, his fingers pressing where it hurt and he knew that he had won the round, He was pygmalion and you were his best creation,

"No-No you're perfect bucky, so much better than I deserve, you've given me everything, I promise I won't ask again, I don't even know what i was thinking please don't leave me" you said quick and breathless, all choked up and he knew that you were close to a breakdown,

He operated these strings, he knew how to push you and he knew your limits, the perfect woman, a beautiful little doll and he was the handler.

"Leave you? Oh honey I could never" he changes it, his tone sympathetic, his eyes morose "are you sure that you don't want to leave?"

Hold the string that aches the deepest, gather it hard, dig with your nailbeds and pull

"No I promise! I love you, only you Sergeant please" he growled, you knew how to push him too,

"I'm yours please bucky take me"

You had to say no more, he turned you over at the speed of light, fingers digging into your thighs, he pushes your legs up, stuck so well against him,

He's heard your whines and he's heard your pleas, and hes seen what a perfect mess you can be and he wants all of it, every inch of it and more, he wants to destroy you, his, that's all you are and that's all you need to be,

So he gives it to you, hard and fast, hips jutting at the speed of light, he'd leave you struggling to hold on, so you could do nothing but take it, take him, anything and everything he would give you,

His doll squeals against him, one moment the squeals are muffled by his mouth and then the regal metal of his hand is closing around your neck, you see stars, your vision blackening around the edges and raw pleasure coursing through your veins,

You had never felt so good before, you probably wouldn't have existed without him, he's all you knew,

Close so close, you love it when he uses you like this, so majestic on top of you, when the only thing you could focus on was the dark azure, the pressure of metal on your neck and the feeling of fullness that comes with being joined to him this way, and you love every bit of it,

So you give in, let your body pull you into the deep ditch of ecstasy, he leaves you twitching and gasping, you tell him as best as you can "I-I'm-!"  his pace increasing at the notion and then you couldn't think anymore,

The electricity that reignited all of your nerve endings was too sweet to miss out on, you were floating for hours, stars in your eyes and the imprint of the beautiful blue ones you spend your days losing yourself in,

Limbo, sweet, sweet limbo, that's your safe place. You feel him belatedly, those strong arms wrapped around you again and his soft lips on your cheek, he was purring against you, when you stretched your fingers to feel his stubble and then his long beautiful strands, you moved your face to pull him in, show him how grateful you were with a single kiss.

He let's you, he knows he has you in his fist, He rules inside your mind, coiled around your soul, he's all you have, He has made sure of it.

"I love you" you murmers against his lips and he replies with a hum

"I don't like it when you talk about useless things like that"

But I just wanted to go out

You don't question him, you've learnt not to.

"It's been happening way too much for my liking, you know how i feel about this don't you little doll"  "yes Bucky"

You're such a bad person.

"I mean the least you could do is be grateful, you wouldn't last one day out there, if I hadn't saved you that day you wouldn't be alive either" and don't you know it, all too well.

You wouldn't be alive without him, the odds were never in your favor, you're only a silly girl who ran from an abusive home, a hitchhiker who trusted the wrong crowd, a fragile girl on the brink of death when he saved her, he saved you, the mystery man from the gas station, that's what you knew him as then.

Those blue eyes had always enticed you, you'd noticed him staring at you from across the dinner down the street, the cap hung on his head and his locks behind his ears, it irked you then, it looked like he could see right through you, but know you knew that it's because he did.

You were a lost little girl looking for stability and love, when you got on the truck that day you didn't expect the turn it took,

It's when they stopped on a rest stop, for a little while at night, you didn't know when it took the turn it did, how the sleazy men that rode with you managed to overpower you, you had  wanted to put up a fight, you thought you had it in you, but it's when you heard the rip of your dress that you realized you really didn't, that there was nothing you could do,

Until you saw it, the gloved hand that grasped the shoulder of the man on top of you, Bucky saved you when no one else would, he took you away from the big bad world,

So what if you weren't allowed to go into the city anymore? The city had done nothing for you anyway,

The little voice in your head used to scream at you all day but now it only popped back once in a while, it was easier to ignore now,

It stung how you couldn't do some things you thought you would do once you had it under control, if that night hadn't happened. You had hoped to leave when bucky rescued you, but that was never your choice to make anyway.

You were ungrateful about it, the voice always told you to fight it, leave him, that he was a monster, for trapping you this way, that he never really asked you if you wanted to be loved the way he loved you,

It was silly, at least you were loved. You'd take whatever he'd give you, his anger, his lust, his love. You'd give and give until you had nothing left to give,

The Perfect little girl, you were Galatea and He was the perfect sculptor.

Looks like a Fawn, Bites like a Vixen.

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

Tumblr deleted my long ass rant while I was in the middle of writing it so you’re spared and will only get a summed up version

Long story short; your abs are supposed to be covered with a healthy, protective layer of fat. The shape Jason Momoa is in during his movies is achieved by a diet designed to lower his body fat to unhealthy numbers, dehydrating him and enhancing his abs with make up. This is what ripped, muscular, healthy person looks like on their off time. If you think this is a dad bod, for the love of everything that is holy, shut up and absolutely never comment on a man’s body ever again. I mean hell, you can still see his damn v-line, what fucking dad bod has that?!

Don’t believe me? Google some bodybuilders who are off their contest diet. The men who literally make a living for having defined muscles. For 360 days a year, they do not look like the way you think they do. During a bodybuilding contest, these men’s body fat is under 7%, they’re dehydeated and covered in fake tan that helps the muscles show up. And it’s literally only for that day, because it’s extremely unhealthy. Same goes for actors who are known for being ripped - they’re at their worst when they’re filming. This exact same shit happened with Vin Diesel few years ago with people getting a paparazzi shot of his “beer belly” and I’m genuinely worried of the young men who grow up in this society thinking being muscular means having defined abs 24/7.

Jason Momoa looks ripped and healthy, yall are just blind with unrealistic standards.

number one hottest thing a girl can be is funny. number two hottest thing a girl can be is lame as hell

If any nice older gays would like to adopt me, I know I'm 22, but I promise I'm a good girl, like I just need a little care and love not too much I'm not greedy or anything I swear