#I SAW SAPPHIC SITUATIONSHIP

[angy-grrr]

tf you mean the VAs are talking about Himiko as the person Ochako loves????

[feralheadphones]

pov gigi perez

[planetveensz]

RETRIBUTION — vi (arcane)

— you are pitfighter!vi’s newest devistating lesbian situationship. tw: fem!r, angst, sapphic longing, sapphic heartbreak, mentions of drinking/alcohol/being drunk, mentions of sex (mdni 18+), lowercase intended i'm a sadboy rn, wk 1.4k, art cred an: act two hurt me bad guys, had to take a breath and sit down to write out my feelings. please send any trauma response ideas or otherwise if you have them, i needa write this pain out fr. (i listened to vampire empire by big theif while writing this)

you’re jerked from sleep by a loud pounding behind your door.

blood turning to ice, a trickle of fear runs down your spine as your heartbeat picks up. the banging begins again, a loud rapping so violent you imagine the wood of your door bending from its force. you slide out of bed as quietly as you can; avoiding the weak, creaking spots on your floor.

you pick up the bat placed next to the threshold of your front door, fingers sliding up the handle as you inch towards the door knob. there are another three booming knocks that make you jump back with a small ‘eep!’ before gaining up the courage to rip the door open. other hand reaching to grip the bat handle, you raise it above your head, prepared to strike.

you don’t.

violet wobbles in your doorframe, a sly smile creeping on her lips when she sees your vicious state. “hey, sweetheart,” she croons, stumbling to the side and barely catching herself on the trim of your entryway.

great. she’s belligerent.

“vi,” you say her name like a statement, “what are you doing here?”

you met vi months ago, amidst the beginning of her winning streak in the pit. she spotted you on the dancefloor adjacent to the bar she frequented after her fights. she’d approached you with one thing in mind. the sex was amazing, passionate and fiery, it would have been perfect if she didn’t keep calling you by someone else's name.

“‘cmon, sweetie, don’ be like that,” she slurs, “i missed you.” you roll your eyes, but can’t help the fond smile that responds to her words. you'd kept seeing her after that first night despite every red flag, showing up at her matches just so that she could find you again. you cherished every drunken night with her.

you knew what you were doing was going to get you hurt in the end, but you supposed you just didn't care. and it wasn’t just the sex, there was something else about her that you couldn’t ignore.

among the moments of intense lust, you saw her for what she truly was. lonely. broken, sad. kind.

rubbing at your forehead, you sigh, then step aside so that she can make her way into your apartment. “i thought you said we couldn’t see each other anymore.” you tell her, manipulating your voice into a teasing lilt, but silently begging her to say what you wanted to hear. she slips past you and inside your home like she has dozens of times before.

“you know that was bullshit,” she laughs drunkenly, “i can’t stay away from you.” she says it matter-a-factly, like it is something well-known and studied. you scoff, disbelief sinking into your gut.

some nights when you ended up together, long after you first entangled, instead of sex, you would listen to her drunken rambling. while you attempted to feed her grilled cheese sandwiches and water to soak up the alcohol in her stomach, she would reveal things to you that stunned you into silence.

her father, her sister, mylo and claggor. silco, the lanes, her time in stillwater, she told you all of it. when her name — caitlyn’s name — first tumbled out of her mouth, you nearly vomited. that is what she had been calling you the first few times you hooked up. “caitlyn,” she’d whisper it into your collarbone, murmur it against your breast.

you couldn’t see her for a couple weeks after that revelation, avoiding the bar, the pit, wallowing in your self-pity. it didn’t last long. she’d shown up, much like this, begging for you to tell her what she’d done wrong. tears streaming down her cheeks as she sunk to her knees in front of you.

you just couldn’t abandon her after that night, no matter what she did. it didn’t matter anymore what she’d call you or what she wanted from you, the empathy you had for this suffering person overtook any self-preserving thoughts you had.

she was going to break your heart. you accepted it.

vi flops onto your beaten couch, laying her arms along the cushions and tipping her head back until she’s staring at your ceiling. the last time she was here it was more than three weeks ago, the longest you’d gone without her since you met her. she’d told you that she couldn’t see you any longer; your time with her was up.

you guessed it had something to do with how close you two had gotten, emotionally. not only were you discovering every way to make each other shiver in bed, you were also exploring each other's deepest thoughts and highest dreams.

your heart races in your chest as you settle yourself next to her on the couch. she lazily turns her head to set her eyes on you, the glimmering gray of her irises makes every emotion for her you’ve tried to dissolve come flooding back. “you’re so pretty,” she whispers.

you immediately feel sick, wondering if she’s having another hallucination of caitlyn. how had you gotten into this mess, fallen so deeply into the chasm that is violet’s grasp? you turn your head away from her, resting your cheek on your shoulder while you contemplate your next move.

she says your name, your name, with such clarity it shocks you. you whip your head back around to see her leaning forward, looking at you with a sobriety you haven’t seen from her before. then she kisses you.

you melt into it, allowing her to pull you against her, on top of her lap and into her arms. you sigh, it feels like coming home. she’s gentle with you, cradling and stroking your neck and arms. you sag into her.

her pouty lips are soft and warm, her tongue swipes along your bottom lip and a shudder runs down your back. when you open your mouth for her, it’s heaven.

it’s retribution.

you pull back, stumbling over your feet as you remove yourself from her lap. her chest is heaving, and you catch yourself watching her ab muscles clench with every breath. you scrub your forehead.

“this is wrong,” you say.

“what?” she scoffs a laugh, “baby—”

“this is wrong and you know it.” your voice cracks, the emotion you’ve been shoving down all these months finally coming back to suffocate you. “you’re in love with her.”

violet flinches.

“you’re in love with her, not me, and i—” a sob leaves your throat, “i’m falling in love with you and i can’t keep sacrificing myself for-for this.” you gesture between the two of you. “it’s not enough.”

“you—” vi starts, standing to meet you, “you—i can’t lose you, too.” you can see her own tears forming in her eyes. “please. i can’t.” the desperation in her voice is unparalleled, you've never heard her so emotional.

the dam breaks. you fall into her arms, wrapping yourself around her neck as you cry into each other’s shoulders. you both crumple to the floor, she is gripping you like you’re her salvation. neither of you say anything.

time passes and she falls asleep in your hold; you eventually heave her onto the couch. tucking her in with a spare pillow and blanket, you watch for a few silent moments as she peacefully breathes in her sleep.

a thought crosses your mind, maybe you could lay down next to her for the night, but you shake it away with surprising willpower. leaning above her, you press a longing kiss against her temple and squeeze your eyes shut. a murmur leaves her lips, it sounds a lot like your name.

when violet wakes her head is pounding in retaliation for how much she drank the previous night. a groan leaves her lips and her eyes flutter open as memories come streaming back to her. she gasps, sitting up too quickly. ignoring the way her stomach turns, she glances around your empty apartment.

she finds you sleeping in your room, curled up in bed, snoozing quietly. her heart clenches. she knows that you deserve better than what she's been giving you, she knows how much damage your heart has taken the last few months. she’s like a parasite, draining you of all the affection she needs and in return inflicting you with the illness that comes with caring for her.

but she can’t make herself stay away.

she knows why, too. she just doesn't have the strength to admit it.

instead, she leans above you, pressing a longing kiss against your temple and taking a shuddering breath. she pulls away and watches as a murmur leaves your lips, her name.

she wipes the crippling onslaught of tears off her cheeks as she approaches your front door. muffling the sounds of her cries with a tight hand over her mouth, she leaves, gently shutting the door behind her.

© planetveensz 2024

[springwitch26]

picture you (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: when melissa comes over to check on you after a rowdy night, she's met with a tantalizing display of what the thought of her stirs in you.

warnings: lesbian sex duh (18+), voyeurism, masturbation, squirting, alcohol consumption and memory loss, teasing, vibrators, overstimulation, "casual" sapphic situationship

notes: hi sorry for being gone for six months (if anyone cares), but i'm back at least temporarily for kinktober. this is a fic based on "picture you" by chappell roan, so go listen to it for the full experience. i feel like this is kinda bad and idk why i wrote it other than i'm gay and deprived of affection. but that's the writer's burden is it not

the morning after ava's halloween party, you startled yourself awake with a jolt and a gasp. given how much alcohol you'd had the previous night, you expected to wake up in a puddle of sweat or worse. instead, you were tucked into your bed, dry, warm, and barely hung over. well, mostly dry.

you shifted your legs under the sheets and sighed. another pair of panties ruined because of her, you thought.

and yeah, you did blame melissa. she spent the whole night riling you up, only to then deny you sex because you were drunk. the two of you had been hooking up at every opportunity for a couple weeks. it was meant to be an occasional thing, an escape from the stress and tension of your daily lives as educators. but once you finally got your hands on each other, neither of you wanted to pull away.

vignettes from the previous night played on a loop in your mind. your memory of the party was a hazy blur that began at melissa's place. after much convincing, melissa had agreed to be the rio to your agatha for halloween. it was an easy look to throw together last-minute, given the amount of green in her wardrobe and black in both yours and hers. this was convenient because ava, true to form, had announced her party just two days before it was meant to happen.

"hold still," melissa said as she leaned into you. your eyes fluttered shut as she lifted the purple-dusted makeup brush to your eyelid. her free hand found purchase on your thigh. you held your breath as she gently applied the eyeshadow. "shakin' ain't still, princess."

"sorry," you breathed. she painted your other eyelid and then reached into her bag, retrieving a soft pink lipstick. she uncapped it and raised it to your mouth.

"open," she said simply. your lips parted and she smoothed the lipstick on. you were so focused on the command and the smell of her perfume and how close her face was to yours; you didn't even notice the way her fingers were slowly creeping up your thigh. "alright, pretty girl, you're done."

she withdrew her hand from your inner thigh and smiled when you whimpered at the loss. then she took your hand, pulled the hood of her green cloak over her head, and started toward the door. you scoffed at her fruitless teasing.

"come on," she planted a kiss on your cheek. "we're already late."

lying in bed, you remembered how she looked in that moment: the slinky black dress teasing her cleavage, the lacy green robe draped over her shoulders and caressing her long red waves. you recalled the warmth of her palm on your leg and the unmistakable lust in her smoky eyes. your face flushed and you squirmed under the covers.

once again you felt the dampness of your underwear, which reminded you of the racy dream you had after melissa tucked you into bed and left. you pressed your thighs together as the dream came back to you in bits and pieces—a subconscious compilation of all the things you wanted her to do to you last night.

in your mind's eye, you saw the redhead pinning you against ava's bathroom door, one hand over your mouth and one sneaking under your skirt. you remembered dancing with her, her hands running greedily along your curves and summoning goosebumps in their wake, and imagined what would have happened if her fingers had dared to venture under your dress. you could practically hear her reaction: "no bra? you must want me bad, baby."

now you were hot and bothered again at the mere image of her. almost unconsciously, you reached down and dragged your ruined underwear down your legs, leaving you bare except for the oversized tee melissa picked out for you to sleep in. on instinct, your fingers began to migrate down your body, searching for the source of the tingling between your legs. another flashback from the party swept your psyche.

the game was simple: you jump, you drink. you, melissa, mr. johnson and gregory—who was only participating out of loyalty to his unspoken status as the most rational and collected teacher at abbott—all played along while watching sinister.

"sit on my lap, sweetheart," melissa whispered in your ear as the opening credits played. there was plenty of room for the four of you on ava's couch, but that didn't matter to the redhead. when you sheepishly complied, gregory gave you both a puzzled look. "gotta make sure this one doesn't cheat."

you got comfy on melissa's lap and watched the screen, steeling yourself for the scares ahead. not even ten minutes into the movie, you had to take your first drink. the protagonist crept around while ominous music grew ever louder, and you braced yourself for the first jumpscare. just then, while you were on the edge of your "seat" on top of her, melissa pinched the back of your right thigh harshly. you startled in her lap, and mr. johnson hollered, "that counts, bottoms up!" melissa smirked and soothed a thumb over the bit of skin she'd squeezed while you sulked through a shot of vodka.

"don't be scared, honey. it's just me," she cooed, continuing to rub firm circles into your flesh. you couldn't stop yourself from thinking of her repeating that same motion elsewhere on your body. feigning fear at the movie, you turned away from the screen and buried your burning face in the crook of melissa's neck.

lost in reminiscence, you were hardly conscious of the fact that your fingers had begun drawing circles on your clit. you whimpered, lamenting that your own touch would never be as magical as melissa's. you had only the memory of how her fingers felt on your body, how her sultry voice sounded in your ear. these things alone were enough to make you spread your legs and touch yourself in earnest.

about an hour into sinister, melissa cut you off. you had been jumpscared one too many times, and the older woman decided it was time to switch out your alcohol for water. this meant that when the film was over and it was time to go home, you were more coherent... but only by a little bit.

sitting next to you on the edge of your bed, melissa pulled at the ties on your purple dress until the garment fell away from your torso. giddy with excitement because she was finally undressing you, you turned around and placed an enthusiastic kiss on her lips. she reciprocated, but pulled back when you reached for the buttons on her dress.

"no touching, my little witch," she said, batting your hand away. you huffed and pouted at her. "you're drunk. don't start. if you're good for me tonight, maybe i'll reward you tomorrow."

tomorrow.

your eyes flew open and sure enough, there she was—leaning forward through the doorframe, dressed in a blue jacket and leather pants, a smug smile on her face. your hand froze between your legs.

"no, please, go on. i was enjoyin' the show," melissa teased. "unless... you need my help?" she took a few small, measured steps toward you. "sounded like it from downstairs. you know i can't resist you when you moan my name, angel."

"i was... saying your name?" you asked.

"oh yeah, you've been whining for me since i got here," at your look of alarm and embarrassment, she went on. "babydoll, i heard dirtier things from you last night anyway."

at this, your mouth dropped open. you had no idea what she was referring to, and she could tell. she grinned and stalked toward the bed.

"you don't remember, do ya? well, that's a shame. you were beggin' me to touch you, sayin' you'd die if i didn't," her fingernail found your calf and traced a slow, meandering path up your bare leg. "it was cute. i've never seen you so needy."

more clips from the previous night ran through your head. melissa trying to help you into your pajamas while you grabbed at her fingers, trying to drag them where you wanted them. the stern look she gave you when you arched your back, pushing your breasts into her working hands. in the present, your whole body ran hot with embarrassment, and melissa chuckled.

"i came here to pull you back from the brink of death, sweetie, but if you'd rather do it yourself..." melissa trailed off, lifting her finger from your skin.

"no!" you protested, taking hold of her hand and looking deeply into her olive-green eyes. "please, i still need you."

"that's what i thought," she beamed, positioning herself over you. "now... what do you want, princess? fingers or tongue?"

"fuck—" you gasped as she cupped and squeezed your tits through your shirt. "tongue, please."

melissa wasted no time, lifting up your shirt and inching toward your center with featherlight kisses down your torso. when she finally reached the hem of your panties, she rubbed her finger back and forth along your clothed sex. "so messy today," she cooed before sliding the garment down your legs.

"yeah, 'cause you spent the whole party feeling me u-" your scoff gave way to a moan as melissa licked through your folds. your frustration melted away with each hot stroke of her tongue, just as she intended. she devoured every drop of you she could reach while you mewled, helpless against the pleasure. "god, yes!"

"not god, babygirl, me," melissa drawled between licks. she teased around your clit for what felt like forever, until your pleading noises cracked her resolve. she stimulated your bundle of nerves by drawing, and then scribbling, spirals with her tongue. "that's it, honey. doesn't that feel nice? isn't that worth waiting for?"

"yes, yeah," you babbled, already getting close from her ministrations. when your hips began to buck against her mouth, she paused. when she withdrew from the bed altogether and went to rifle through her bag, you huffed. "i didn't come, mel."

"i know you didn't, doll. that beautiful brain of yours gave me some great ideas last night, ya know," she said with a hint of amusement. "kept telling me to use toys on ya so i wouldn't technically be touching you while you were drunk. your logic was nonsense, but it did get me thinkin' of more creative ways to play with you."

once she was done speaking, she held up a deep green, curved dildo to your line of sight.

"it's a g-spot vibrator. can i try it out on you?"

you nodded vigorously, and she grinned. melissa grabbed the vibrator and positioned herself between your spread legs, nuzzling into your clit just to hear your sharp gasp. she switched to swiping her thumb over your button while her dominant hand teased your entrance with the toy.

"just relax, sweetheart, open up for me," she coaxed as she pressed the tip of the dildo inside you. fortunately you were more than wet enough to take the stretch, and it went a lot more smoothly once melissa turned on low vibrations. her finger traced lazy yet encouraging patterns on your clit. once the toy was fully sheathed inside you, it nestled against your most sensitive spot. even the gentlest vibrations made you shake and squeal. "aw, is that the spot, angel? good girl, i knew you could take it."

melissa turned up the vibrations by three settings, and it took all your willpower not to scream. while you adjusted to the new sensation, her mouth returned to your clit and suckled. the pressure on both of your sensitive spots proved too much, and you tumbled over the edge for the first time that morning. the redhead only doubled down in her efforts as you jerked and trembled through your release, nursing on your bundle of nerves with force.

when the stimulation started to feel overwhelming in the afterglow of your orgasm, your panicked eyes flitted to melissa. the pleased smirk never left her face as she dialed up the vibrator by several more notches and swapped her mouth out for her fingers rubbing your clit. "last night you promised i could fuck you however i wanted, for as long as i wanted. well, now i'm giving you what you begged for. how's it feel to be at my mercy?"

you moaned and writhed frantically as a second, more powerful wave of pleasure threatened to crest at any moment.

"is this what you were thinkin' about when i came in? me in that pretty costume, taking good care of your pussy?"

with these words, a drive of the dildo into your g-spot, and a pinch of your clit, you came undone again. this time melissa's hands were soaked in a gush of wetness, but she kept on rubbing you through the very last spasm.

"what, you been holdin' out on me? you've never done that before," melissa said lightly, passing you a glass of cold water. you shrugged and looked away in embarrassment. "hey," she started, lifting your jaw in her hand to meet her gaze, "it was gorgeous. and now i'm gonna try like hell to make you come like that every single time."

as she gathered her things, you cocked your head. she usually preferred to stick around and let you return the favor. melissa noticed your raised eyebrow and offered an explanation.

"i got errands to run today, and satisfying my girl was first on the list," she said before leaning in for a deep kiss. "i'll see you tomorrow at work, okay hon?"

you didn't have the chance to reply before she slipped out the door. she had spent the night looking after you and the morning pleasing you, then called you her girl. ha, you thought, so much for casual.

[vap0rcl0ud]

Got so upset over my sapphic situationship with my bestfriend that i had to draw my lesbian queen Neri (my silly human experiment oc) just to cool off.... and then i saw an Ogata twiter post and i had to draw it, god bless being an artist.

Hes a pretty princess....<3

[tadpolesonalgae]

random sapphic acotar thought of the day:

modern au where ic are at a party playing truth or dare and gwyn gets asked to kiss the prettiest person in the room, everyone thinks she's gonna kiss az bc they all thought she has a crush on him, until gwyn bamboozles everyone by kissing elain (who coincidentally had a weird situationship with az not too long ago) and everyone is shocked except for feyre, the nosy meddler that was the one that dared gwyn in the first place, and nesta who is jabbing feyre from the side with her elbow to stop her from snickering ("feyre i told you to leave them be 🙄", "and miss out on that look on elain's face? 🤭")

no matter if it's canon universe or some other au, i stand by the fact that the Core™️ of the characters will always be the same: elain, THE prettiest girl, being everyone's type; feyre being a little shit; nesta being absolutely done with their shenanigans (but lowkey also enjoying it)

Yes! and the idea of Elain and Az being kind of close to one another too? So when Gwyn crawls across the circle you can see Azriel raising a brow and smirking, thinking she's coming to him, while Elain averts her eyes so she doesn't have to watch. Then Gwyn's fingers are slipping under Elain's jaw, guiding their eyes to meet and a moment later, their mouths too. 😳

That would be such an adorable modern au for gwynlain!!

I can imagine a fic like that would be amazing with a bit of tension beforehand too? Like maybe with it starting the morning of Elain waking up in Azriel's bed because she thought she saw Gwyn flirting with him the night before and if she can't have Gwyn then she'll have Az instead, just so she won't have to see them together? Then waking up and thinking what a miserable situation she's gotten herself into and leaving as quickly as she can instead of sticking around, but then maybe running into Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie passed out on the sofas in the living room, except Gwyn is awake and sees Elain hastily slipping out of the front door in the dress she was wearing the night before except with one of Azriel's shirts thrown over the top to cover the scandalous neckline? 🫣👀

And then when the reveal comes along they both get a room together quickly after because they deserve happy endings 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 8

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

previous: Chapter 7, next: Chapter 9

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs

CHAPTER 8

Three months have passed since then. It’s been hard but I’ve managed to stay sober the whole time. I worked really hard to get better; of course it’s not always easy and I’m still holding a lot of guilt concerning the accident and a lot of sadness from the loss of my best friends but Ellie was always by my side, she was very caring and helpful just as she promised she’d be. I’ve grown to like her so much to the point I couldn’t go one day without seeing her, talking to her or thinking about her. Whenever I’m around her I feel the urge to touch her and I can’t help but admire each of her features while she talks to me. We laugh a lot together, everything seems easier and safe with her. I totally fell in love with her. 

On her side, she’s been able to see Fanny, her little sister more. They’ve been hanging out a lot and she even introduced me to her, we often hung out together. She was such a sweet kid and I could see how much they loved each other; seeing them like that made me wish I had siblings to bond with. I’ve always been good with children and when Ellie needed it, I would take care of Fanny, go to the cinema or in the park. This relationship I had with her sister also brought Ellie and I even closer. We still weren’t official but after proving to her that I could quit drugs and responsibly take care of a kid, I hoped it would change soon enough. 

I was now getting ready for her to pick me up; we planned to go on a date to the aquarium today. After putting all the essentials on my bag, I sat on my porch waiting for her to show up. It’s been 10 minutes since she was supposed to be there; it was not usual for her to be late. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to call her when she finally showed up. I sighed and ran to the right side of the car to get in. I started to complain as I opened the door and suddenly the reason for her delay was clear. There was a bouquet of flowers on the passenger’s seat. 

- Sorry babe, had to make a stop before coming here. 

She said with a proud cocky smile on her face. I giggled like a kid and apologized for complaining before getting into the car and putting the flowers on my lap. I grabbed her face to give her a peck on the cheek, leaving a red mark matching the color of my lipstick to which she pretended to be annoyed, rolling her eyes and smiling. 

When we arrived at the aquarium, I was so excited I first dragged her behind me straight to the tunnel where we could see the fishes swim above our heads. We sat on the bench in the middle of the hall and contemplated the view. It was so relaxing and beautiful. Ellie pointed at every funny looking fish she could spot to show me and I was giving them names based on their faces. She was so cute, so precious.. 

After playing our little game for a while, she turned to me. 

- Maya, I wanted to tell you I’m very proud of you for handling your issues. Today marks exactly 3 months since you didn’t touch anything, it’s such a big step. You can be proud of yourself like I am. And I saw how hard it has been but you’ve been putting so much effort into your recovery it makes me so happy to see.  - Thank you Ellie, you’re too sweet. This means a lot to me and I couldn’t have done it without you, I owe you so much.  - I think it’s time we make things official, if you’re still down for it of course. We’ve been in this situationship for a while, and I think my feelings for you grew too much for us to stay just like that. I love you and I want to be with you so .. would you be my girlfriend ? 

Finally, the time I was waiting for had come, I felt my cheeks grow red from all the sweet words she just told me. 

- Yes, of course I’m still down for it! I love you too els.

 I replied with a big stupid smile that I couldn’t make smaller if I tried and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. 

After a couple weeks, we were still very much in love with each other, everything was going well, she was still as caring, adorable and patient with me. But unfortunately, my problems were still here and I didn’t know how long I would be able to escape them. Ellie started having a lot of work and was often out. I was home, alone, in the house of a drug dealer and it was just a matter of time until I found where she was keeping it.

[steepedfoxglovetea]

I saw that trend where you badly summarize your wips and see which one people find most interesting and I wanted so try it.

[popstart]

Please drop some more of your fav rare pairs 🙏🙏🙏

sometimes i feel like my pairs are not that rare but then i remember theyre all f/f so theyre rare by default. these are mostly just the ones i have actual thoughts about because i can see a lot of different pairs but more just like "oh yeah thats cool" not that i have severe brainrot over them.

GWEN/BRIDGETTE... ok. ive been thinking about them recently. genuinely came out of nowhere but recently my mind has been on them them them them. their clashing aesthetics speak to me. they have so much in common but they go about it in such different ways and the potential seriously switches something in my brain.

i like nichelle/julia. does anyone remember when ppl shipped them for like 2 microseconds before s1 was released then everyone moved on when they only interacted once in s1 then mkulia became the defacto julia ship in s2. I NEVER MOVED ON. I saw an edit back in the day im never gonna find ever again bc it was months ago but i havent moved on since then i literally cant even lie. they have a hate fuelled rivalry where they constantly try to one-up the other in some stupid bullshit

also like julia/axel idk why it makes me silly. I don't have thoughts on this one i just like it.

love loser one sided pining with zoey/heather. SOO MUCH ACTUALLY. i like to think zoey has rly embarassing crushes on both her and gwen. she loses her mind when heather guest stars bc shes always looked up to her and loses her mind again when they share a season. would it work out? FUCKK NO. but its funny and makes me say teehee bc zoey gives me so much embarassing baby gay energy and what's more classic sapphic than falling for the mean girl bc you have unresolved issues from a fucked up situationship you had in middle school.

similar vibes is sugar/ella. i think it can be so tragic in a way im so not prepared for. ella has so much love in her heart for everyone and sugar doesnt like that bc shes a salty jealous bitch. yeah.

ella in general is a fun character to ship with girls. like sky/ella is so delicious to me bc its like, the classic lesbian trap of they would never ever date just be weird for all time and i think ella couldn't handle it and it would be weird and sad. ella thinks theyre dating bc they hold hands and call eachother pretty while skys like wtf. idk why i push all this onto ella i just want her ending to be tragic i could not tell you why.

i feel like izzy/eva is a ship that most people can get behind but doesnt actually have much content so im giving a shoutout to them. i love izzeva. mostly bc i love eva and i really Really wanna know how and why eva knew izzy lied in s1 about the whole izzy staying on the island thing.

[galacticwildfire]

Looking at your grades and realising the time to write your original novel and pray you find success is only running out by the day and becoming more necessary because fuck academia man

Slight rant below

A man who would hopefully be jailed in 2024 has a dream or produced drug fuelled thesis based on no evidence but his own perversions and it’s seen as fact, it holds the status of bible within its discipline, but I have an idea that slightly deviates and I’m a heathen

I mean fuck it, at this point I’d be better off devoting my time to writing five novels and praying one’s picked up rather than spending five years suffering through further study that I can’t afford and probably won’t get into at this point considering I had to drop a few units due to chronic illness and couldn’t get the penalty removed.

How the fuck am I meant to get documentation for bpd and pill induced permanent disassociation when they refuse to actually give me a paper diagnosis (because my doctors hate putting labels on things as much as my last situationship) but will still happily throw sedatives at me for it while telling me I have bpd but still refuse to give me documentation or a paper diagnosis.

Although considering I had a full ultrasound searching for pcos where they saw that my ovaries were covered in cysts, very clear pcos, and they didn’t even feel it was worth mentioning on the report I shouldn’t be shocked. How the actual fuck does a person who looks at ultrasounds for a living see the 14 follicles the technician pointed out on one ovary and write on the report that everything is normal. Cut to almost a year later and hormone testing told me yep, definitely pcos.

Thank god I have a new doctor now and am off those pills (Seroquel saved my life but also gave me a literal chemical lobotomy. I legit can’t remember shit and spend probably 80% of the day in a state of dererealisation and have worse comprehension skills than I did at 13). Not to mention the twenty kg weight fluctuations from going on and off it from 16-21.

As much as I dreamed of being a historian it looks like a masters ain’t gonna be happening with my gpa. I mean finding success in academia is just about as rare as finding success as a writer, at least this way I can save myself from going into even more debt because fuck Australia has some of the most expensive university fees in the world. And they decided to double the fees for humanities because “oh no, we need more people in agriculture and teaching” despite probably half of high school teachers doing a humanities degree and then a diploma of education.

With a bachelors I can still write history for public consumption I guess, non academic articles and all that along with books you’d find in public libraries, and considering academics absolutely fucking hate people in the public history sector I’m fine with that.

God it’s hard having always dreamed of going overseas and doing a masters degree and going into academia and then realising that the cost for living past the age of sixteen would be your intellectual capacity. I know I have brilliant ideas, and I can get them across in writing fiction, but academia would probably be the death of me.

At this point I’m seeing if I have the gpa to complete an honours, I have probably 8 months left on my bachelors without it. Considering I’ve written probably close to 300k words in the last year I’m aiming to get my own original manuscript done this year since they prefer beginner novelists to have between 80-100k for their first book. I’ve got a couple ideas but it’s time to decide on one and get it done. I’m debating between a sapphic tragedy and my own mythological story that would be part of an asoiaf like universe. I’m thinking the smaller project first since it would be a stand alone and to go from there. Turns out I also have 14k words worth of poetry when I compile them all into a doc so I’ll see what I can manage with that.

[chaggiehearts]

Loving these headcanons!! Lute is definitely someone who would love music. I kinda have a feeling that, aside from metal and rock (which she'd listen to on a daily basis), Lute would be the type of person that unironically listens to stuff like Gregorian chants. Adam and her making music together, with his guitar and her voice 🥹 playing the drums is like her free therapy to release all the pent-up anger from having to deal with "incompetent people" all day

(Lute would look so pretty in red clothes omg)

I love the idea of emo Lute so much, it makes sm sense. She probably learned how to do her make-up so quickly during her emo phase

The high-IQ/good strategist thing too!! She probably used to pick up on things during training very quickly and then she'd proceed to be pissed at everyone else because "this is so easy, are you all stupid?". She's the worst teacher the new recruits could ever get. Also, autistic Lute makes far more sense than I expected and yeah, she'd probably think getting checked for it is a waste of time

Honestly I don't even know if the "being less serious around Adam" thing counts as a headcanon or not because in Hell is Forever she was so goofy dancing and posing with Adam lmao but yeah, she's totally very different to her strict lieutenant persona in private with Adam

Regarding the homophobia thing, I'm not sure if you see her as a Winner or a Heavenborn but it makes sense for her to have been raised with the idea that a woman could only love men and vice versa, which she was okay with at first because she knew she liked guys, she was straight and good, right? Then she started having "vile and blasphemous" feelings for girls and completely repressed them for as long as she could (until a certain short angel came into her life and she couldn't anymore *coughs*). She'd rather die than accept her bisexuality. Also, Lute not realizing that the sapphic exorcists are extremely attracted to her fits her so well. She honestly only realized Vaggie liked her because she liked Vaggie in return, otherwise she would've been completely oblivious to it too

I'm not sure how Christians see mythology, if they see it as heresy or something similar because after all it tends to feature gods that aren't the Cristian God, but it'd be cute for her to have this as her personal private topic that she feels very passionate about regardless of what others would think of it. Kind of like a secretive rebellion because yes, she's very devoted and adherent to the rules, but probably even she feels like some rules are too strict or nonsensical and there's no harm in just researching other people's incorrect believes

Also the Saw thing made me laugh out loud because she would certainly want to try that stuff on demons lol

I've kind of adopted some of these headcanons as I was reading them oops-

Also, I love your idea for fallenwings as a situationship!! It was so bittersweet reading that scenario, the idea that their relationship would have worked out had it not been for Lute's self-hatred and internalized homophobia. Lute blaming Vaggie for everything that happened between them and using the "betrayal" as an excuse to project all her hatred onto the "filthy scum" who had made her feel that kind of way 🥺🥺 (and the idea that she believes it was a test from God himself, kinda as if Vaggie had been her personal apple from the Garden of Eden and she had passed the test because she was always pure, unlike that "detestable sinful lesbian" who had tried to tempt her). I firmly believe that Lute still misses Vaggie at times but tries to ignore or actively repress those feelings. For her own sake first and foremost, but after the S1 finale she also feels like she can't deal with such conflicted feelings for the sake of the rest of the exorcists, she's their commander now and thus she has to be sure of her values to give them confidence, never hesitating ever again

(And about the drawing: it's really cool that you're getting a drawing tablet! I'll patiently wait to see the doodle, no worries if it takes time :))

Since you said it was okay to send you asks about Lute (and I really wanna talk about her ajshgs): do you have any headcanons for her as a character, fallenwings and/or guitarspear? :)

Also, as a doodle idea: fallen angel Lute!

I love this so much!!!!

Okay so the fallen angel Lute doodle will be done a bit later since I ordered a graphic tablet and I wanna draw it on it. I'll tag you!

Ive already made a post about Guitarspear headcanons too :D I might post more if I get ideas!

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Lute headcanons.

• Metalhead & likes goth music

• Had an emo phase, obviously, tho she won't admit it

• She's REALLY into music, either listening to it or making it. Adam and her make music together! She can sing and kinda play drums (tho she's a begginer)

• Her favorite bands is Type O negative

•Her favorite colors are black and red

• Super picky eater, and so is Adam

• High IQ, and possibly autistic, she gets told to get tested a LOT but she doesnt want to

• Is SUPER good at make up, she does her eyeliner super fast

• Very very good at strategy games. She's overall very smart and learns fast. The kind of kid to learn how to read super early and then get pissed at other kids because they can't do it

• Super serious most of the time, but the most unhinged mf with Adam because she trusts him deeply. She actually makes almost as much dirty jokes as him when it's just the two of them

• Both bi and homophobic : she was raised in a SUPER religious family and feels attraction to girls but is deeply ashamed of it.

• Had a situationship with Vaggie, but had too much internalized homophobia for it to work. She's SUPER bitter about it

• Pretty interested in mythology

-She's pretty muscular and very strong, she works out a LOT and pretty much all gay exorcists have/had some sort of crush on her (and everyone's aware of it except for herself)

• Wears a band shirt and black sweatpants like 50% of the time when out of uniform

• She would LOVE the Saw movies. They have gore, interesting lore and she'd love to learn about all the traps (she would wanna try them on demons LMAO)

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Now let's dive deeper into the Lute and Vaggie part.

Fallenwings headcanons (sorta)

!!CW interalized homophobia

I don't believe Vaggie and Lute dated. I do think they had something going on though.

To begin with, I think Lute is bisexual, with INSANE. amounts of internalized homophobia and religious guilt. She's plain homophobic, and thinks it's a sin, while ignoring the part of her that likes it. It has been easy at first because she wasn't into ONE specific girl.

But when she started liking Vaggie, everything was way harder. Her feelings were too hard to ignore. She felt genuine physical attraction, to the point where training with her was getting hard. Everything was complicated.

And Vaggie felt this way too. She started flirting with Lute, and even though she felt painfully guilty about it, she gave in.

They kissed a copious amount of times (never in public), slept together almost as much, and genuine feelings were developping for both of them.

But Lute's self hatred was only getting worse, and it was getting in the way. She would rather die than make their relationship official (though let's be honest you'd have to be blind to miss the sexual tension during training), and Vaggie has to constantly remind Lute that it's okay, that it doesn't make her a sinner.

She doesn't believe it.

She sometimes pushed Vaggie away when she initiated any contact, even chaste and friendly, and got very cold and disgusted to talk to her. Because after all, she's gay.

Vaggie tried to be as understanding as possible, but it was getting too far.

Her and Lute got into an argument.

Vaggie was like "this is stupid, you insist that we hide when we see eachother, you seem uncomfortable and it's clear that you don't really like me SO we should probably just stop". She wasnt that mad just a bit annoyed and sad

Except Lute took it very badly, and got VERY defensive and mad, because Vaggie was right. She got mean and lashed out on her, Vaggie left and they just...stopped talking

Basically, Vaggie thinks Lute used her to "try it with a girl" while Lute had actual

feelings, and she HATES Vaggie because she let her see her weaknesses and thinks she's disgusting for making her fall for her!! She was a lesbian after all.

+ She betrayed heaven and it was OVER. It was the proof Lute was waiting for, proof that Vaggie was just a filthy sinner, disgusting, that she deserved to rot in hell, and that Lute's little phase was over, probably a test from God she passed.

Sometimes, Lute still dreams of the filthy sinner, of her sweet words and the warmth of her embrace. She still feels all warm when seeing two girls kiss, she still gets jealous. But she knows better than to indulge in those feelings now, she's a warrior.

[arolegos]

when she was about to shoot i was pulling at my hairrrr. her shit with vi is so intense man and im not just talking about sapphic situationships. i cant imagine being vi. one of the enforcers you believe had the best interest of the world, who you trusted to kill your own sister because you knew you might not have the courage to, ending up like that... ohh it'd be over for me. i'd crash out. i'd never talk to anyone ever again.

cause vi could tell she was losing it a little but she had so much faith. "promise you wont change" vi im literally holding you in my palms right now im gonna lose it. im gonna lose it. cait was already going down that path but vi had so much hope that she'd be different. she was willing to join the ENFORCERS for a second (which eugh that must've been so tough.) because she had faith that cait would make things better. but she didn'tttt ohhh my goddd

and oh the way that impacted jinx too. the way jinx saw that as vi siding with them. the way jinx saw that as her sister choosing piltover over the people of zaun, over her. the way it kind of was betrayal against the people of zaun because why did she agree to use the grey against the underground. STOP ITTTT I LOVE ARCANE IM TWEAKING OUT OH MY GOD

caitlyn is such an interesting character to me because i cannot agree with anything that she does but she's so well written. there's not a single part of me that can rationalise even her own thoughts and yet i am so eager to hear about it. i think it takes a lot of talent to write characters like that. idk.