#and lesbian svetlana for the win

[thanks-obillma]

behold a comic

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

my thoughts on sandy milkovich:

(buckle up because i have a lot to say, as always)

so, for starters, one thing that i’m not incredibly fond of is how her character isn’t really original. like, it is, but it isn’t. her name is sandy, for christ’s sake- which is literally one letter away from mandy, also not to mention the fact that she was practically raised as mickey’s sister. and in many way’s she’s like a female version of mickey, i’ll explain why:

obviously one way she’s like mickey is that she dated a gallagher, but i think that the way she acts in the relationship is very much like how mickey acts in gallavich. well…acted. more seasons 1-5 gallavich.

she’s a bit less… idk, fearful than mickey was? i mean, it’s understandable why mickey was so fearful- have you seen terry? did you watch 3x666? or 4x11? i would’ve been fearful if i were him, too. we don’t know much about how sandy was raised, but she probably wasn’t raised well. again, she seemingly was raised as mickey’s sister rather than his cousin (he does have a brother who is also his cousin, to be fair, but that’s not what i mean) but sandy’s parents may not have been as threatening or terrifying as terry was. terry does seem to be the most well-known milkovich. everybody knows terry. maybe sandy’s parents were homophobic in a way where they looked down on queer people, but didn’t literally murder them. you can see how much more open she is with the whole “he’s gay, terry. i’m gay. people are gay.”

but sandy can be mean. and so can mickey. i love them both to death but sandy’s fight with debbie in season 11 really reminded me of gallavich in seasons 2/3. specifically “you’re nothing but a warm mouth to me” and “you love me; and you’re gay” she wins the fight by using something to hurt debbie, and it works.

and what was the fight all about? sandy leaving her husband, who she was with as a teenager but felt no love for him whatsoever, and also leaving her kid. sound familiar? ian never held yevgeny and svetlana against mickey, but it’s similar.

and when they break up on the front porch all i, and many other gallavich fans, could think of was “5x12!!!!”

also she was a drug dealer and in juvie and it was implied that she was in prison. this isn’t exclusive to mickey, the only milkovich i can think of (other than yevgeny) who hasn’t been incarcerated is mandy, but we don’t know for sure that she hasn’t been to juvie before. she’s certainly done things that could land her in prison for a very long time.

and i feel like with the same amount of time and development sandy can be as great as her cousin is, because mickey changed A LOT over the seasons which made him even more lovable.

but sandy’s ending was pathetic and i hate the writers for it. it was unnecessary and damaged debbie’s character when she didn’t need it because sandy left literally 4 EPISODES BEFORE THE SERIES FINALE. the only thing that sandy leaving added was the evidence that debbie would stick with franny no matter what, but fuck that, it was too late in the show for most people (not me ofc) to give a shit about that. people overlooked that a lot.

i feel like sandy helped out debbie’s character a lot, while simultaneously fucking her up even more. but i loved sandy for most of her run on the show, i just wish that they had done more- or less. idk. they made her character more complicated than she needed to be, and it’s hard to put my feelings about her into words because they didn’t give us enough to work on.

i think that her relationship with royal was bad, and i think that he was probably a creep who impregnated her, and i bet that he knew she was a lesbian after they got married and things probably got messy. the way that royal described sandy’s choices to prince was good, though. i respected that.

anyway, if they kept making shameless seasons (which they wont) i would love a sandy redemption. possibly like the returns of mickey, jimmysteve, or kelly.

im not reading this over before i post it so if it doesn’t make sense then oh well

[midnights-call]

Bloodied Hands, Tainted Hearts

Genre & POV

Supernatural, Sci-fi, Fantasy & Period elements, First Person, Single

Content Warnings

Homophobia, transphobia, sexism/misogyny, bioweapons/disease based terrorism, attempted/partially successful genocide (of the Krovolk), (fantasy) racism, illness/disease, death/dead bodies, medical procedures, kidnapping, torture, ethically abhorrent experimentations

Synopsis

A mysterious plague has swept the nation, the death toll rising dramatically with each passing day. At first, it was thought that it only affected wolves and the Krovolk- a people born of disease that made them crave blood and take on wolfish features -but soon, a disease with similar symptoms began to rip through the human population. Dr. Valdemar Bergesen is on the team of elite scientists tasked with finding the source of the illness, any connection between the Krovolk and human afflictions, and most importantly, a cure. But when not one, but two strange Krovolk appear at Valdemar's home, everything the doctor thought he knew about his work was turned upside down. Now, armed with a new truth, he must proceed as carefully as he can, since one wrong move could destroy him, his wife, and the world as he knows it.

More info below the cut

Characters

#valdemar bergesen (35, he/him demisexual, human) is cold, calculated, emotionally distant, and a complete mystery to pretty much everyone around him, having arrived in town not too long ago. The only person who's seen him smile is Carmen, and if she told someone, they wouldn't believe her. He's always got a snide remark prepared for anyone he deems worthy of the insult. Buried in his work, he has little time- or thought about -anything else going on in the world around him, including people. Sure, he's Sergeyvna's second on the team dedicated to curing the plague, but he's not doing it for the humanity of it; his interest has always been purely scientific. Really, the only things he cares about that aren't work are his wife and keeping his past far, far away from the man he is today.

#carmen bergesen (32, she/her, lesbian, human) is widely regarded as one of the most beautiful and sensitive women of her generation. Carmen was the prize every man wanted to win. She, however, had little interest in men; women were far more appealing, but in the society in which she lives, that was not an option. It was good fortune, then, that Valdemar came along and offered her the perfect marriage. Both would receive the spouse they needed in order to meet social expectations while being allowed the freedom of not needing to truly attend to one another. She does care for him, though, and considers him her closest friend, which is why she's quite determined to protect him from himself.

#svetlana petrova (27, she/her, lesbian, human) was hired officially as Valdemar's lab assistant, though Svetlana had little intent to get into lab work in the first place. But she was smart, needed a job, and Val owed her a favor; it all came together nicely. While she seems moody- and perhaps borderline angry -the majority of the time, Svetlana merely adopted the more brutish attitude to shut down the naysayers in her life. Where Val has the common sense to stop talking back, Sveta continues onward until she horrifically rips apart whoever was unfortunate enough to mess with her in the first place. The only person who gets to receive her softer words is Carmen, who she is definitely not dating. Publicly, anyway.

#irina morozova (71, she/her, heterosexual, human) The classic story of an ambitious woman in a man's world, who's husband "tragically passed" in an "accident." Brilliant in her own right, she was the obvious choice to lead the disease research team after the initial choice of her husband had to be rethought due to his passing. Her methods might seem unconventional, but results are what matter to her. She cares little for dancing around ethical questions while there's work to be done, just as she doesn't care for men questioning her authority and intellect. There's nothing she wouldn't do to get her way, and if that means blackmailing everyone around her, ruining lives, and going beyond what's considered humane, she would do it in a heartbeat.

#leonard serrano (29, he/him, pansexual, Krovolk) was an experiment. He wasn't Krovolk before entering the country. Having left his home after his father passed in search of better opportunities, he wound up a victim of the Morozova couple's dubious science. Imprisoned in a cell in their basement for a decade, he was forced to become a Krovolk and was used as a vessel for perfecting their ultimate experiment. By a complete fluke, he managed to escape, running as far from the Morozova estate as he could and then slipping into the first home he found; Valdemar's. His memory is a mess, his body even more so, and yet he still somehow finds a way to flirt or crack a joke. Certainly not your average joe.

#augustus lykke (31, he/him, gay, Krovolk) A light in a world filled with darkness, Gus is a regular bleeding heart. Having assumed the role of village leader after his family was taken by the plague, he's determined to find a way to stop his people from dying. He's not that smart, and he's not all that brave, but his heart can't stand the suffering any longer. Someone needs to do something, and he might as well be that someone. It's dangerous since, unlike other Krovolk, he's unable to take on a mostly human appearance. Ever since he was young, he always kept his wolfish ears, claws, and extraneous body hair. His family warned him to stay away for his own safety, but he doesn't have a choice anymore; if he doesn't do something, the entire world is going to die.

Ships

#dogpile is Val/Gus/Leonard. This is mainly a joke about Krovolks being werewolves a little to the left, but also the way that Gus and Leonard smother Val in affection and support (along with one another, of course, but Val is the one who actually feels smothered by it).

#violet hearts is Carmen/Sveta. Violets were used as code for lesbians back in the day, and it's fitting two women who have to hide their love from the public eye. But their love is endless and unbreakable, and they'll always be by one another's sides.

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[ladyimaginarium]

me& writing down oneshot drafts somewhat based on exomemories of a non-canon ship of non-canon native lesbians ( marie / maverick, an oji-cree french métis lesbian & svetlana, an afro-indigenous black inuk lesbian ) being girlfriends after being childhood friends & secretly pining for each other for years, one of them singing sapphic love songs in the bathtub with a ukelele, dealing w/ religious trauma & internalized lesbophobia/sapphophobia, revenge killing abusers & enablers & afterward dancing in their kitchen in their cottage after one of them goes through a psychotic episode at 3am, with all of this happening while trying to raise a found family of qpoc youth: YES WE ARE WINNING

[insert-inconspicuous-name-here]

Just finished Stranger Things 4 and i have thoughts:

1- Nancy and Steve: stop. Just stop, please.

I love them both so much, but I do not ship them, never have never will, and I've always shipped Nancy and Jonathan and to me Nancy and Steve broke up for some very good reasons and, even tho they make great friends, they don't really make that much of a fine couple from my point of view.

2- Steve: 1: fucking ally or what?! 2: it's because you're the best babysitter, sweetie. 3: (most important) him ripping the demobat's head/body off was really hot. Like, sexy and hot and it got me all hot lol. So hot. Rip that head off! 4: i shipped him a lil with Eddie at some points. 5: he's such a great person. How he supports his lesbian girl at a small town in the 80s is amazing. Like Eddie said -he said something, i forget fast.

3- Robin: i felt represented. She won't shut up. Not great with the social skills. I love her and want her to be safe. Wish we could've seen more of Vickie. Her friendship with Nancy got me shipping a lil, but i loved their friends dynamic. Beware of rabies.

4- Argyle and Eden - ❤️ the way he was just instantly smitten was so cute. Him freaking out was also cute.

5- When i saw the promos saying El thought Will had a crush i was so happy thinking it might've been someone new and that liked and appreciated him, maybe that guy in the pink jacket. But no. He's still into Mike. It broke my heart when we knew the painting was for Mike and then he got there and everything was just super awkward. I'm really curious about the painting. And, it just got pointed out to me here, that Mike may not be able to say he loves Eleven bc he's into Will too? He said it in the last season and he's been treating Will kinda weird for some time... So i have no idea what to make of this. I just thought Mike and El were endgame. I can see it both ways. Adding: that moment they were talking in his room, i thought Will would kiss Mike for sure.

6- Eddie: what can I say about this man? He's so cute and awesome. Such a caring drug dealer. An extra lil dad for Dustin and the others. He seems like he could be friends with Robin very easily, but him and Steve bonding over Dustin was my fav. And jumping into a Watergate for three basic strangers was pretty cute. Even if it was for shame reasons. It also looks like he's filling in for both Billie and Jonathan at Hawkins, but not too much because he has his own manners and personality that diverge from both characters, and i love that.

7: I missed Erica. A. Lot. Just the facts. The couch is on fire lol she's always a badass. And speaking out in the middle of an "adult" conference was pretty cool. Also, calling their bullshit and noticing the lights.

Extras:

My fav Dustin moment was: "I overestimated them". That was some beautiful moment right there.

The fact both Steve and Eddie felt jealous of Dustin is so wholesome and weird at the same time. Just wanna see those three together.

The ending caught me by surprise. But if i stop to think about it, it was kinda predictable?

Susie's family was fun. Hope to see her in Hawkins one day.

I love Russian. That one Russian prisoner was Svetlana's husband in Shameless.

Me, everytime that one basketball player spoke: Hey, Garrett? Shut up. (He played a character named Garrett in Teen Wolf)

Liked how their parents got all involved together this time.

When that cop said Max was mean. Lol. Hell yeah.

I wish Vickie was one of the number children.

Me, hoping to see the new Xerife's reaction when Hop comes back.

I want a hellfire T.

Dead pool:

Eddie, the cutiepie who is winning over my heart just like Alexei did.

Will, who decided to bring his very important painting with him to a rescue mission and is being way more obvious about his crush nowadays.

Karen, it's just a feeling, but I think she'll start getting more into the actual problem eventually and it may end up bad for her.

Murray, he's one of my favs and it just seems like it would fit very well.

[romeo-the-cactus]

Sven, Svetlana, and Superfluous Flannel

So a few months ago I rewatched the 2000s fantastic four film and the scene of the invisible woman having to strip off before she can run away because her clothes aren't invisible, just her, put this idea in my head of a teleporter with the same problem. Of course it wouldn't take long for Tony to figure out a suit that could travel with you, but who doesn't love drunk superheroes not having the best control over their powers?

So anyway, here's useless lesbian Carol and equally useless lesbian (or otherwise sapphic) reader in a classic everyone's alive and living in Avengers' tower bit of nonsense.

Ao3 Link

It's late. Really late. In fact, it's approaching early.

Captain Marvel is half a loaf deep in a toast feast in the kitchen at avengers tower when with a sudden thud there's a you on the kitchen table.

A very naked you. A (judging from the simultaneous giggling and grunting) very drunk very naked you.

With your head in her plate and jam in your hair.

"Uhhh...hi there" Carol said, trying desperately to avert her eyes.

You sat bolt upright on the table and swayed slightly, before twisting to face her and exclaiming "Captain Carol! You made it!"

"To the kitchen? Yeah, I made it" Carol, replied, unable to keep the smile from her face as she untied the flannel from her waist and started trying to maneuver your arms into it.

"What?!" You exclaimed, arms flailing as you looked frantically around, managing to catch Carol in the stomach. She held your arms still and managed to get the sleeves on as you kept talking, frowning as you took in your surroundings.

"Dammit! I was at the bar round the corner, you know, the one with the dartboard and the sticky tables? Bartender looks like Harrison Ford?"

Unperturbed by Carol's bemused smile as she started doing up the buttons, you carried on, "so I was playing darts in front of this really cute European girl who said she had a bet with her friend over who could kiss an avenger - 'cause they're only in the city for a week, see-"

At this point you were so enthralled by your own storytelling that you missed how Carol paused on one of the buttons, some of the laughter disappearing from her eyes as she found herself struggling to get this one button through the hole as she thought about you giggling, wrapped up in some tourist, while she was sat at home trying to catch up on earth movies all night.

"-anyway she wouldn't stop trying, and I kept telling her that I just wanted to finish my darts and my beer and get home, and then her friend, who turns out to be her boyfriend turns up from somewhere, and says girls don't count, which is shitty-" this you punctuate with another wide swing that Carol manages to dodge, suddenly catching up with your rambling and realising you hadn't actually kissed anyone "-and then I stand up again, 'cause I paid for my game and I don't really care about how open Sven and Svetlana or whatever they're called are or aren't, I don't wanna be kissing some random girl, and then he takes a damn swing at me and I guess I was a little less stable on my feet than I thought 'cause then the next dart hits Bjørn or whatever his name is in the shoulder and then maybe-Heidi starts shrieking to the whole bar about how her boyfriend is gonna fight an Avenger over her and I just wanna finish my game so I grab the dart and kick him in the shins and totally got a bullseye, and I was just about to start fightin' homophobic Hans and definitely win and then poof I'm back here and, oh," you say, finally looking down at Carol, who's bracing her arms either side of you, struggling to breathe with how hard she's laughing, and realise you've left your clothes behind "and now Agnetha's gonna take my favourite shirt back to wherever-the-fuck, Europe as a trophy and I'm right back to 100% of my coworkers having seen me naked. And I'm hungry." You pouted, missing the confusion that darted across her face as she turned to start making you a sandwich.

"Sounds like you had quite the night," she said, spreading peanut butter on bread "how come you didn't end up kissing Helga?" she asked, as casually as she could.

"Was'n...mmf...was'n oo" came a sleepy, drunken mumble from behind her.

The second slice of bread fell out of her hand as she spun around, fists twinkling and a confused blush rising to her cheeks as she was met with the sight of your head lolling forward and you slipping towards the edge of the table, catching you in the nick of time as you fell fast asleep.

Ever the gentleman, Captain Danvers picked you up and carried you to bed, tucking you in and lightly pressing a kiss to your forehead as quiet, adorable snores left your cute, unkissed-by-grabby-generic-europeans lips, and left your room, heading back to the kitchen with a soft smile on her face. Unaware that a hoard of drunk, frantic avengers each carrying a random item of your clothing were about to come crashing in.

[theresabookforthat]

Friday Reads: International Women’s Day

Today, we celebrate International Women’s Day. In 1977, the United Nations General Assembly invited member states to proclaim March 8 as the UN Day for women’s rights and world peace. This year, The International Women’s Day 2019 campaign theme of #BalanceforBetter is “a call-to-action for driving gender balance across the world.”  Forward the cause by reading one, or all, of our featured titles including Nobel Prize winners, graphic memoirs, diaries and oral histories from war zones as well as bestselling biographies of women who have left an indelible mark on our world:  

 THE WOMEN’S ATLAS: FIFTH EDITION by Joni Seager

“When is an atlas a page-turner? When it makes the female half of the world visible in reliable statistics and glorious graphics. Nobody should be without this book.”—Gloria Steinem

Events across the world continue to reveal the importance of understanding how women live across continents and cultures. In this newly updated fifth edition of her eye-opening atlas, Joni Seager employs up-to-the-minute research and data to show what shifts have occurred since the first edition was published over thirty years ago—the strides made by women and the distance still to be traveled. She explores the current status of women in relation to key issues, including equality, motherhood, feminism, the culture of beauty, women at work, women in the global economy, changing households, domestic violence, lesbian rights, women in government, and others. Providing a wealth of information, creatively displayed through maps and infographics as well as text, The Penguin Atlas of Women in the World is an invaluable resource on the status of women around the world today.

 THE LAST GIRL: MY STORY OF CAPTIVITY, AND MY FIGHT AGAINST THE ISLAMIC STATE by Nadia Murad, Amal Clooney

Nobel Peace Prize winner Nadia Murad tells her harrowing, and ultimately inspiring, story in this intimate memoir of survival as a former captive of the Islamic State. Today, Nadia’s story—as a witness to the Islamic State’s brutality, a survivor of rape, a refugee, a Yazidi—has forced the world to pay attention to the ongoing genocide in Iraq. It is a call to action, a testament to the human will to survive, and a love letter to a lost country, a fragile community, and a family torn apart by war.

 THE UNWOMANLY FACE OF WAR: AN ORAL HISTORY OF WOMEN IN WORLD WAR II by Svetlana Alexievich

From the winner of the 2015 Nobel Prize in Literature, Svetlana Alexievich’s first book, an oral history of women’s experiences in WWII across Europe and Russia.

When the Swedish Academy awarded Svetlana Alexievich the Nobel Prize in Literature, they praised her for inventing “a new kind of literary genre.�� Sara Danius, the permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, added that her work comprises “a history of emotions—a history of the soul.” Also available in Spanish

 THE COMPLETE PERSEPOLIS by Marjane Satrapi

Here, in one volume: Marjane Satrapi’s best-selling, internationally acclaimed graphic memoir.

Persepolis is the story of Satrapi’s unforgettable childhood and coming of age within a large and loving family in Tehran during the Islamic Revolution; of the contradictions between private life and public life in a country plagued by political upheaval; of her high school years in Vienna facing the trials of adolescence far from her family; of her homecoming–both sweet and terrible; and, finally, of her self-imposed exile from her beloved homeland.

 ANNE FRANK’S DIARY: THE GRAPHIC ADAPTATION BY ANNE FRANK by David Polonsky and Ari Folman

A timeless story rediscovered by each new generation, The Diary of a Young Girl stands without peer. Adapted by Ari Folman, illustrated by David Polonsky, and authorized by the Anne Frank Foundation in Basel, this is the first graphic edition of The Diary and includes extensive quotation directly from the definitive edition. It remains faithful to the original, while the stunning illustrations interpret and add layers of visual meaning and immediacy to this classic work of Holocaust literature.

 FEMME MAGNIFIQUE: 50 MAGNIFICENT WOMEN WHO CHANGED THE WORLD by Shelly Bond

A comic book anthology salute to 50 magnificent women who take names, crack ceilings, and change the game in pop, politics, art, and science. 50 female trailblazers of yesterday and today each get a 4-color sequential tribute in Femme Magnifique. This collection features 3-page short stories about women from the arenas of pop music, politics, art, and science. Creators from South Africa, India, England, Denmark, the U.S. and other locales converge to share stories of personal heroines Kate Bush, Octavia Butler, Rumiko Takahashi, Ada Lovelace, Misty Copeland, Margaret Sanger, Michelle Obama, Sally Ride, Harriet Tubman ,and more!

 WHEN WOMEN RULED THE WORLD: SIX QUEENS OF EGYPT by Kara Cooney

This riveting narrative explores the lives of six remarkable female pharaohs, from Hatshepsut to Cleopatra—women who ruled with real power—and shines a piercing light on our own perceptions of women in power today.

 THE IMMORTAL LIFE OF HENRIETTA LACKS by Rebecca Skloot

Her name was Henrietta Lacks, but scientists know her as HeLa. She was a poor black tobacco farmer whose cells—taken without her knowledge in 1951—became one of the most important tools in medicine, bought and sold by the billions, with devastating effects on her family. This phenomenal New York Times bestseller tells a riveting story of ethics, race, and medicine colliding; of scientific discovery and faith healing; and of a daughter’s persistent desire to know her mother.

 THE WOMAN WARRIOR: MEMOIRS OF A GIRLHOOD AMONG GHOSTS by Maxine Hong Kingston

In her award-winning book The Woman Warrior, Maxine Hong Kingston created an entirely new form—an exhilarating blend of autobiography and mythology, of world and self, of hot rage and cool analysis. First published in 1976, it has become a classic in its innovative portrayal of multiple and intersecting identities—immigrant, female, Chinese, American.

 FOR YOUNGER READERS

 SHE PERSISTED AROUND THE WORLD: 13 WOMEN WHO CHANGED HISTORY by Chelsea Clinton, Alexandra Boiger

Women around the world have long dreamed big, even when they’ve been told their dreams didn’t matter. They’ve spoken out, risen up and fought for what’s right, even when they’ve been told to be quiet. Whether in science, the arts, sports or activism, women and girls throughout history have been determined to break barriers and change the status quo. They haven’t let anyone get in their way and have helped us better understand our world and what’s possible. In this companion book to She Persisted: 13 American Women Who Changed the World, Chelsea Clinton introduces readers to a group of thirteen incredible women who have shaped history all across the globe.

 DEAR MALALA, WE STAND WITH YOU by Rosemary McCarney

An inspiring letter to Malala Yousafzai, winner of the 2014 Nobel Peace Prize, that is both a show of support and a call to action for girls around the world. Malala became the youngest person to win the Nobel Peace Prize after she survived being shot in the head by the Taliban for speaking out in favor of a girl’s right to an education. She survived this brutal attack and has emerged as a very powerful voice for social justice in the world. Dear Malala, We Stand with You captures the impact Malala has had on girls from all walks of life. In powerfully simple language and stunning photographs, the struggles from poverty and violence faced by girls everywhere become a catalyst for change. The book includes an excerpt from Malala’s UN speech and provides readers with ways they can help and participate. Malala’s bravery has shown that one person and one voice is enough to change the world. As UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon said, the terrorists are most afraid of “the girl with a book.”

 ZLATA’S DIARY: A CHILD’S LIFE IN WARTIME SARAJEVO: REVISED EDITION by Zlata Filipovic

When Zlata’s Diary was first published at the height of the Bosnian conflict, it became an international bestseller and was compared to The Diary of Anne Frank, both for the freshness of its voice and the grimness of the world it describes. It begins as the day-to-day record of the life of a typical eleven-year-old girl, preoccupied by piano lessons and birthday parties. But as war engulfs Sarajevo, Zlata Filipovic becomes a witness to food shortages and the deaths of friends and learns to wait out bombardments in a neighbor’s cellar. Yet throughout she remains courageous and observant. The result is a book that has the power to move and instruct readers a world away.

 For more on these and related titles visit the collection: International Women’s Day

[voriiduraki]

Svetlana Zhuravlev

Age: 19

Height: 5’ 6’’

Weight: 120 lbs

Hair color: Blond

Eyes: Blue-green

Nationality: Russian-American

Family: Mother - Yulia Zhuravlev (Alive), Father - Maxim Zhuravlev, (Deceased), Brother - Sergei Zhuravlev (Deceased), Uncle - Mikhail Zhuravlev (Alive)

Appearance: Svetlana is of smaller, petite build but is muscularly defined from boxing. She has cropped, blond hair. Blue-green eyes and a round face with a pinched nose. She like all bratva has tattoos on her body. The most notable is the tattoo of an eye below her navel marking her as a homosexual. Her wardrobe consists mostly of sweatpants and tank tops. In casual she still prefers sweatpants but as well as sweaters, plaid shirts, and shorts.

Personality: She is practical and rather stern. She has a tendency to see things in black or white. Her words can be harsh and is often seen as “bitchy” and judgmental. She is careful about the fights she picks and generally picks ones she can win. Sveta is still discovering herself as a person and what she wants in life. At times she can be overwhelmed by the choices she has. Beneath her coldness is a gentleness.

Stand: Alyans

Stand ability: Allows the user to become two dimensional at will. Is unable to attack or take damage in this form but can move along flat surfaces and move flat objects.

Stand appearance: A small, pixie life figure with translucent skin and lacks a head. Instead it has only a lower jawbone that is attached to the rest of the body. It has a pair of red, translucent wings. From the elbow and knees down its limbs expose bone.

Early Life: Svetlana was born in a small, rural town outside Moscow in 1999. She is the youngest of a set of twins. Her older brother, Sergei, being the oldest. Their father worked for the Winter Sun and moved his family to America as ordered by Dmitri. He was given a deal to perform one last job before relinquishing from the organization as long as he didn't violate set rules. When they were eight the Winter Sun came for Mikhail after it was discovered he was secretly stealing from them. Sveta and Sergei watched as they father was hauled off by the bratva. Later they discovered he died during a job three days later.

Sveta always loved her brother and his ambitions were her own. When her brother decided at sixteen they should follow in the footsteps of their father she was right with him. Their mother ended up disowning them for their poor choice.

Upon the initiation for Winter Sun she made a mistake causing her to fail as while her brother got in. Despite failing she hung around her brother and attempted to sit on missions. After be brother died under suspicious circumstances there was question as to whether or not she should be let in but was given another chance to prove herself. Since then she was put in a team under Ilya until Ara was appointed Captain.

Organization Status: Sixes. Lowest organization rank. She has been officially in the organization for nearly a year but was affiliated for two.

Random Facts:

※Sveta took up boxing as a kid and continued it after joining the Winter Sun.

※She owns a several pairs of brass knuckles.

※Svetlana’s favorite animal is cows.

※She still feels Prizrak killed her brother and has resentment towards him but won't speak on it.

※She is very lesbian. She has a forced tattoo indicating her as such.

※She likes sweets.

[artificialqueens]

On my knees and in your arms (Biadore) - nellie

A/N: Okay so here’s what happened. This idea is what inspired me to start writing in this fandom in the first place, but then the thought of writing something non-AU was too daunting so I started writing about lesbians instead. But this wouldn’t leave me alone and so here we are and instead of chapter two of Older I wrote this.

I don’t know where Bianca was when Adore left All Stars, but her being at home isn’t exactly the most unrealistic part of this whole premise so let’s just go with it.

Warnings: There’s a lot of swearing. It’s not super explicit, but there is some mature content so if gay sex isn’t your thing… well, actually, why are you even here?

When Danny walks out of All Stars 2, there’s only one place he wants to go.

It’s also the last place he wants to go, but his need for someone to tell him it’ll be okay and he hasn’t just fucked up everything he’s worked so hard for outweighs the shame he feels at being the fucking damsel in distress. Again. He hates himself, but he knows Roy will take care of him. And anyway, Roy’s used to acting like his fucking mother, right?

Danny knocks on the door. Waits. Bites his lip. Knocks again. Waits some more.

Silence.

Fuck. Fuck, he’s not even fucking home. He’s out somewhere, probably off on the other side of the fucking world and Danny’s standing in front of his door like a complete fucking loser with tears in his eyes and two suitcases full of drag that he just wants to fucking burn.

Nothing in his life is going to plan.

He has a key; Roy gave it to him a year ago in case of emergency “and it had better be a motherfucking emergency, okay?” Danny was pretty sure he’d been kidding about the emergency part, but he still hasn’t used it. Until now. But now he’s lost and alone and he doesn’t know what else to do so he unlocks the door and drags his shit inside and sinks down onto the floor.

Fuck. He tapped out of fucking All Stars. He can’t even wrap his mind around it. Who does that? Nobody does that. Literally nobody has done that, ever. That’s almost like being a winner, right? If you can’t win, at least you can be the best at something. Danny can hear the bitterness in his own thoughts, but he can’t stop. He’s exhausted and miserable and shit’s about to get a whole lot worse before it gets better and he can’t fucking do it. He’s going to have to delete his social media and go on the run. Maybe Katya can teach him how to do a convincing Russian accent and he can live out his life as Viktor, the weird Russian barista who refuses to speak about his dark past. Or better yet, Svetlana. He’ll get a new wig, change his makeup, nobody will ever recognize him.

He needs to lie down. Maybe if he closes his eyes he can convince himself it was all just some kind of insane dream. It seems unlikely, but so does him walking out of All Stars and he’s just fucking done that, so who’s to say what’s unlikely anymore? There’s a guest room; he ignores it and heads for Bianca’s – Roy’s – bedroom instead. Bianca and Roy are two very different facets of the same person, and yet Danny still defaults to using Bianca most of the time. Maybe he finds Bianca easier to deal with, all biting wit and sharp edges that she doesn’t really mean (except for when she does). Or maybe he’s just too fucking stupid to remember Roy’s actual name. Maybe it’s both or maybe it’s neither, and he doesn’t care, he just wants his brain to stop for five minutes.

He curls up in Roy’s bed with a pillow over his head to block out the light and finally lets himself cry and cry.

***

Danny wakes with a start. His head is pounding and he doesn’t even remember falling asleep. He groans, rubbing his hands over his face. Sleep hasn’t helped. He’s still a mess, but now he’s a mess with a killer headache which isn’t exactly an improvement.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Fuck!” Danny’s voice is embarrassingly high pitched, Roy’s words almost giving him a heart attack. He whips his head around to see the other man sitting on a chair in the corner of the bedroom, watching him. “What the fuck, B? Are you actually trying to kill me?” The shock makes Danny sound more annoyed than surprised and it would almost be funny if it wasn’t so surreal.

Roy merely raises an eyebrow. “Bitch, you broke into my house and fell asleep in my fucking bed. I think I’ll ask the questions.” A pause, and his eyes soften as he looks at Danny. “You okay, honey? What happened?”

He can’t. Danny absolutely cannot talk about it or he’ll start crying again and the last thing he needs is for Roy to realize what a complete and utter fuckup he is. He shakes his head and it’s like Roy knows, because suddenly he’s there and holding his arms out and Danny clings to him like he’s a lifeline. His eyes are wet with tears and he hears himself make a whimpering noise, but Roy just pulls him closer, holding him tightly for what feels like an eternity.

Eventually, Danny pulls back, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I made your shirt wet.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys.” Roy’s smiling, but his tone is careful as though he thinks Danny’s seconds away from falling apart.

Danny fucking hates it. He wants to scream, to shout that he can take care of himself and he’s not that pathetic, but he doesn’t have much of an argument. So he sighs instead, his breath a little shaky. He can’t look at Roy. It’s hard enough to talk about without having to see judgment in the eyes of the person he loves most in the world.

“I didn’t get eliminated. I tapped out.” He hears Roy huff a breath in surprise, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. “The first challenge was this fucking talent show.” Some queens would care about the NDA they signed and refuse to mention anything about filming, even to friends and family. Danny is not one of those queens. “So I sang. One of my own songs, and I wore that dress we bought together.” His voice is quiet and emotionless, as though he’s reciting state capitals or a recipe for spaghetti. “Some of the others were good. Some weren’t. Detox spilled paint everywhere and called it singing. Ginger sang, she wasn’t any better than me. Alyssa did some variety act, but she’s Alyssa so she can do anything she wants. A couple of the others were amazing. But I wound up in the bottom three.” There’s a long pause. He doesn’t know what else to say and Roy’s obviously waiting for him to finish. “So the twist. The top two queens lip synch against each other and the winner sends someone home. It wasn’t me. But I just… Fuck. The judges, you know? They hated me. My look, my clothes. Everything. I worked so hard to create something I was proud of and they tore it down in seconds like it was nothing. So… I left.”

There’s a long silence. He’s biting his lip, waiting for Roy to speak when he feels the bed shift. Roy wraps comforting arms around him.

“I’m proud of you.”

“You… what?” Danny stares over his shoulder at Roy as though he’s grown an extra head. “I lost my fucking shit on national television and threw away an opportunity other queens would have killed for. What’s there to be proud of?”

“Adore -”

“Don’t call me that!” Danny jerks away from Roy, almost falling out of the bed in an effort to put some distance between them. He used to love being Adore. He loved her confidence, and the way she didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought of her. She used to feel like freedom, but now she’s even more pathetic than he is. She couldn’t even handle a few mean words. Adore is Danny, and Danny hates himself right now.

“Adore,” Roy says again, because apparently he hasn’t gotten the goddamn memo. “Drag Race isn’t for everyone, you know. There are hundreds of talented queens who’ll never make it on there, or who don’t want to. You realized you didn’t fit the Drag Race mould anymore and you left instead of compromising everything you’ve worked for. You did the right thing. So I’m proud of you.”

Danny doesn’t feel proud of himself. He can’t stop thinking about what the fans and other queens are going to say when the episode airs. They’ll be brutal. It’s nothing he doesn’t deserve, but he still doesn’t want to deal with it. “Yeah.”

Roy grabs Danny’s arm hard, fingers digging into tender flesh. “Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m not…” Danny doesn’t even bother trying to pull his arm away. Roy looks determined and anyway, the pain feels good. He figures he’s more masochistic than he realized.

“Your head.” Roy squeezes Danny’s arm for emphasis, making him wince. “Stop thinking. I can see you doing it. You’re trying to tell yourself all the reasons I don’t know what I’m talking about. Kind of insulting to me, don’t you think?”

Roy’s fingers release Danny’s arm and he runs his fingers over his skin, making a face. “That’s gonna bruise, you cunt.” There’s silence. It’s Roy’s new trick every time he catches Danny trying to change the subject. It’s infuriating, mostly because it works. Danny sighs. “Fine. I’m just… you always have to take care of me. You’ve got all your shit together and I’m here falling apart because some bitch doesn’t like my dress and I just. I don’t want you to think I’m some kid you have to babysit.”

“Of course I’ve got my shit together, I’m a fucking dinosaur.” Even cracks about Roy’s age can’t make Danny smile and he can practically see the gears shifting in Roy’s mind as he tries to figure out what to try next. “Listen.” His voice is gentle and he moves back a little, as though Danny is some kind of frightened baby deer that might run away at any second. “I don’t think you’re a kid.”

Danny isn’t convinced and his head is still aching. He sighs heavily, letting his body sink back into the bed, closing his eyes.

“Danny. I think you’re… I think you’re fucking amazing. You’re fierce and you’re passionate, and you throw yourself into life like every second might be your last. Don’t let this be the thing that dims your light.”

Danny wants to cry again. He hates Roy. Roy, with his perfect words and his incredible ability to read anyone. The only thing he hasn’t picked up on is the fact that Danny’s been half in love with him since Drag Race, but that’s never been a problem before. Not until now. Now Roy’s saying things and it fucking hurts to hear them, because it’s so close and still not enough. Why aren’t I good enough for you, then? Danny wants to scream. If you think I’m so great, why don’t you want me? But he knows why. Because Danny’s too young. Too dumb. Too ‘difficult’. Fun to be around, but not boyfriend material. Entertaining, but not someone to be taken seriously.

He’s not sure whether it’s anger or just an overwhelming desire to watch everything in his life burn to the ground that drives him, but he moves suddenly, surging up and forwards to kiss Roy.

Time stretches and slows. The kiss only lasts for a second or two, but to Danny it feels like a lifetime. It’s not a good kiss. Danny is angry and Roy is unresponsive and it’s messy and objectively awful, but Danny can still feel his heart beating too quickly when he pulls back. Roy is staring at him. Shit. Danny doesn’t want to hear the polite rejection, the sorry, you’re great but I don’t think of you that way, but he figures he owes it to Roy, who’s still staring and blinking like he’s not entirely sure what just happened. It’s not like it’s the first time they’ve kissed, but Danny’s willing to admit the circumstances are a little different than usual this time around. He wants to run, or hide, or maybe throw up. He considers bursting into tears again to distract Roy from what just happened. But Roy is basically his best friend in the world, and Danny doesn’t want to be a dick so he sits quietly and waits. Roy clears his throat. “That. Um.” Danny can practically see Roy thinking and it’s almost funny. Roy is never lost for words. “Listen. I know you’re upset right now.” So that’s it. He’s upset and Roy doesn’t want to hurt him, but he’ll always just be a stupid kid with a crush. It takes all of Danny’s willpower to stay where he is, silent. He wants to interrupt and say it first as though maybe it’ll hurt less that way. But he doesn’t. Instead, he forces himself to keep making eye contact even as he balls his hands up into fists so tightly he can feel his nails digging into his palms. “I just.” Roy’s voice is soft, his expression unreadable. “I need you to… not kiss me. Not when it doesn’t mean anything.” His words don’t make sense. Danny knows he’s missing something big, but he’s too stupid to read between the lines. What does Roy mean when it doesn’t mean anything? Doesn’t everything they do together mean something? Danny blinks in confusion and looks at Roy – really looks at him. He looks at his eyes, and the way he’s pressing his lips together. He looks at the tightness of his jaw and shoulders and suddenly, instantly he gets it. Danny knows that look. He knows exactly how Roy feels, because it’s the same way he feels every time Roy publicly declares his love on social media, or grins at him like he’s the only person who matters, or… well. Okay. It’s a feeling Danny is intimately acquainted with; hope and love and pain and heartache all mixed up into one overwhelming sensation. He’s used to it by now, but it never occurred to him that Roy might feel that way about him too. Danny’s not that fearless. Everyone thinks he is, but it’s not really true. He gets scared all the fucking time, it’s just that he pushes the fear aside and throws himself headfirst into whatever it is that frightens him. So he ignores the way his heart is hammering in his chest and says, “of course it means something. You’re the love of my goddamn life, asshole.” Roy’s face slowly shifts from confusion to – something – as he meets Danny’s gaze properly. “Wow. You’re so romantic, asshole.” Everything about his response, from the tone of his voice to the expression on his face is pure Bianca and Danny laughs. It’s so inappropriate that it’s perfect and fuck, he is so far gone. He opens his mouth to fire back a retort, but Roy is too quick for him, moving like lightning and pressing Danny back into the mattress as their lips meet.

This time around, the kiss is slow and intense and a world away from their last attempt. Danny loses himself in Roy, not paying attention to anything else until he finds his arms pinned above his head. Roy pulls back a little to smirk at him, fingers wrapped around his wrists hard enough to bruise. Danny isn’t really into feeling helpless, but somehow with Roy the whole thing just seems hot as fuck. He likes the reassuring weight on top of him and the knowledge that he can’t go anywhere.

Danny wriggles his hips experimentally and Roy squeezes his wrists in response. “I’m gonna suck your dick now.”

Jesus. Fuck. Danny is not prepared to hear those words come out of Roy’s mouth. All the blood rushes to his dick. “Yeah…” he says faintly.

He hears Roy chuckling as he quickly and efficiently unzips Danny’s jeans, pulling them down and off along with his underwear. In the times he’d let himself imagine this moment, Danny always figured Roy would be a tease, making him beg for it just because he could. But no, it turns out that what Roy really wants to do is suck Danny’s dick as though he’s been waiting years for the chance. Fuck. Roy’s mouth engulfs him and Danny hears himself whimper, already embarrassingly hard. He arches his hips up, needing more and is rewarded with a hard slap to his inner thigh, which only makes him groan. It’s fucking torture keeping his hips still as Roy takes his time, coaxing sounds from his mouth that Danny wasn’t aware he was capable of making up until this moment. He bites his lip hard enough that he can taste blood and fuck, he’s so fucking close. “Fuck, please.” His voice is rough and he can feel Roy chuckle around his dick. And then Roy’s tongue does something clever while his nails scrape along Danny’s thighs and Danny’s coming with a wordless shout.

Well. That was unexpected.

Danny tries to catch his breath as Roy shifts to lie beside him. He fully intends to return the favor just as soon as he remembers how to breathe again. At this rate, it might take awhile.

“Jesus, look at you.”

Danny turns his head to look at Roy and the way Roy’s looking back at him does absolutely nothing to help his heart rate  slow down. He knows he’s hot. Even now, when he’s out of shape - fat, his mind whispers helpfully – he’s got no shortage of guys who want to fuck him. But he’s not used to being looked at like this, as though he’s something precious. He rolls over to lie half on top of Roy and presses their lips together in a messy, desperate kiss. He wants this. He wants this more than he thinks he’s ever wanted anything in his life, and he doesn’t have the words but maybe he can show Roy in his actions instead.

Neither of them are naked enough, he decides, sitting up and pulling his shirt off before looking down at Roy. “Off.” He wonders if Roy will argue, but apparently he’s perfectly happy to let Danny be in control for awhile, and only grins as he strips his own clothes off before settling back down on the bed again.

Roy’s hard, and Danny feels something twist in his stomach as he thinks I did that. Roy’s hard because of him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Roy’s voice isn’t quite as biting as usual and there’s a certain desperate, breathy quality to it that Danny could definitely get used to hearing.

But he’s a nice person and he takes the hint, settling between Roy’s thighs and pausing for a second before licking up his dick, tasting the precome gathered at the tip. He wants to go slowly, but then he remembers he’s sucking Bianca del Rio’s dick and his brain switches off entirely. Danny’s proud of his blowjob skills. He’s fucking worked at this and he can get a guy off faster than anyone when he wants to. He hums around Roy’s dick, encouraged by the stream of groans and muttered curses he can hear. Roy’s more vocal than he expected, which only makes him even more desperate to hear what he’s like when he completely falls apart. He doesn’t have to wait long. Roy’s almost silent when he comes, a gasped “fuck” the only warning Danny gets before his mouth is full of come and he swallows without thinking about it.

He doesn’t usually swallow, but then he doesn’t usually blow his best friend after declaring his love for him, so. Whatever.

Danny crawls back up to lie half on top of Roy again, brushing their lips together. He’s probably too close, invading Roy’s personal space completely, but he doesn’t care. He shifts to rest his head on Roy’s chest as Roy’s arms snake around him, holding him in place.

“You really fucked up, you know,” Danny says. He’s sweaty and gross and warm and comfortable all at once. “I mean, you know what I’m like. I’m fucking high maintenance. I’m clingy and demanding, and I act like a brat when I don’t get my way. And I have breakdowns on national television ‘cause someone doesn’t like my dress.”

“That’s true,” Roy agrees, his tone conversational. He begins to play with Danny’s hair. “But those aren’t even half of your good qualities.”

Danny’s torn between laughing and crying. He knows Roy’s being sincere. Roy, who has seen him at his absolute worst (and multiple times, too) genuinely thinks that all his shitty character flaws are okay. For once, he doesn’t have to make excuses or act like he doesn’t care. He doesn’t have to be aggressively Adore to hide the fact that he’s secretly scared they’re all right and he’s not good enough as he is. He’s not used to being loved unconditionally, but he’s pretty sure this is what it feels like. It’s amazing, but he’s also realizing that Roy is even more crazy than he thought, because who in their right mind would ever feel that way about him? “Man. You are so in love with me.”

“Mmm,” is Roy’s response.

“No, but really.” Danny lets his eyes close, even as he keeps talking. “You’re totally gone. Head over heels. It’s some kind of epic Romeo and Juliet shit, although hopefully without the tragic ending.”

Roy chuckles, still playing with Danny’s hair. “Bitch, have you ever heard of basking in the afterglow? Shut up and enjoy the moment.”

“Fine.” It’s not difficult to do. The real world is still there to deal with, but Danny’s content to keep it at bay for just a little longer. He feels as though everything is going to be just fine. And if it’s not, well, he has Roy to help make it better.

He’s smiling to himself as he drifts off to sleep. And they all lived happily ever after, he thinks.

[voriiduraki]

Name: Svetlana Zhuravleva 

Known Aliases: Sveta, Ring Queen, Brass Crane

Birthday: July 23rd

Gender: Cis female

Age: 19 (as of 2017)

Height: 5’ 6’’

Weight: 120 lbs

Hair color: Blond

Eyes: Blue-green

Nationality: Russian-American

Sexuality: Lesbian

Family: Mother - Yulia Zhuravleva (Alive), Father - Maksim Zhuravlev, (Deceased), Brother - Sergei Zhuravlev (Deceased), Uncle - Mikhail Zhuravlev (Alive)

Appearance: Svetlana is of smaller, petite build but is muscularly defined from boxing. She has short blond hair that is shaved partial on one side. Blue-green eyes and a round face with a pinched nose and freckles. She like all bratva has tattoos on her body. The most notable is the tattoo of an eye below her navel marking her as a homosexual. Her wardrobe consists mostly of sweatpants and tank tops. In casual she still prefers sweatpants but as well as sweaters, plaid shirts, and shorts mostly in greys or white.

Personality: She is practical and rather stern. She has a tendency to see things in black or white. Her words can be harsh and is often seen as “bitchy” and judgmental. She is careful about the fights she picks and generally picks ones she can win. Sveta is still discovering herself as a person and what she wants in life. At times she can be overwhelmed by the choices she has. Beneath her coldness is a gentleness.

✭ JJBA Verse Info ✭

Stand: Alyans

Stand ability: Allows the user to become two dimensional at will. Is unable to attack or take damage in this form but can move along flat surfaces and move flat objects. 

Stand appearance: A small, pixie like figure with translucent skin and lacks a head. Instead it has only a lower jawbone that is attached to the rest of the body. It has a pair of red, translucent wings. From the elbow and knees down its limbs expose bone. 

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Early Life: Svetlana was born in a small, rural town outside St. Petersburg in 1999. She is the youngest of a set of twins. Her older brother, Sergei, being the oldest. Their father worked for the Winter Sun and moved his family to America (Japan in the JJBA verse) as ordered by Dmitri. He was given a deal to perform one last job before being relinquished from the organization as long as he didn't violate set rules. When they were eight the Winter Sun came for Mikhail after it was discovered he was secretly stealing from and encroaching upon shops that were under their protection. Sveta and Sergei watched as they father was hauled off by the bratva. Later they were told he died during a job three days later. Svetlana had nightmares about seeing his spirit haunt her. She is spiritually sensitive though no one takes her seriously about it.

Sveta always loved her brother and his ambitions were her own. When her brother decided at sixteen they should follow in the footsteps of their father she was right with him. Their mother ended up disowning them for their poor choice. 

Upon the initiation for Winter Sun she made a mistake causing her to fail while her brother got in. Despite failing she hung around her brother and attempted to sit on missions. After her brother died under suspicious circumstances there was question as to whether or not she should be let in but was given another chance to prove herself. Since then she was put in a team under Ilya until Ara was appointed Captain.

Organization Status: Boyevik/Foot soldier. She has been officially in the organization for nearly a year but was affiliated for two. 

Random Facts: 

※Sveta took up kick boxing as a kid and continued it after joining the Winter Sun. 

※She owns a several pairs of brass knuckles. 

※Svetlana’s favorite animal is cows. She collects cow plushies and cute cow figures.

※She still believes Prizrak killed her brother and has resentment towards him but won't speak on it.

※She is very lesbian. She has a forced tattoo indicating her as such.

※She likes sweets but has to limit them as well as carbs to make weight.

※Svetlana is colorblind. She doesn't disclose this as she feels it is unnecessary to do so. 

※She is psychically open and as a child was haunted by her father or so she thought. She mostly gets odd dreams or premonition dreams. She senses energies and is intuitive as well.