#build a butch

[chimchiri]

Build a Butch (poll 1)

(There aren't many polls planned but I wanna keep the polls regarding Randy & Imani and then our two butches separate and easily recognizable)

So I was playing around with our big butch's hair and while I don't see the longer style for her character, I suddenly loved the idea of her having a twin (who is not nearly as tired as she is and a lot more talkative).

I also played around with colors and ended up liking three different hair colors. Sooo, let's vote on that!

[lesblizzard-ultradyke]

@hebiko-hime LOOK. it's like. kind of nothing you asked for. and the colours are eh. but the butch builder tried its best. and she has a wolf tattoo that's already cool. be grateful for what you have ok.

[autismdeathglare]

Ya know what shout out to butches who wrestle with our butchness because we don’t fit the mold in some way. Butches who aren’t physically strong or naturally caretaking because of physical disability, who need to be cared for, who can’t hold open the door for a femme. Butches with long hair, butches with big hair, butches who express their culture via their hair. Butches who’s masculinity is shaped by their culture, who’s masculinity doesn’t fit the white eurocentric mold. Fat butches, butches with curves viewed as feminine, butches who don’t have skinny, boyish builds. Butches who don’t want to be sexualized, butches on the ace spectrum. Butches who don’t have traditionally masculine interests or mannerisms or whatever. Effeminate butches. Butches who take inspo from gay men. Butches who like the occasional dress or skirt. TRANSFEM BUTCHES!!!!! And any other butches who don’t fit a certain mold!! All butches are good butches and we are all valid.

[celebrate-lesbianism]

"I'm too scared to ask her out"

Of course you are. Because she's gorgeous and funny and smart, and looking at her makes you feel all nervous inside. 

But you know what? Asking a woman out gets easier when you remember that she is just a human being. She has wants and needs and flaws, like you. She's neither a fairy or a siren, but a human person—like you. 

You're also a person, and not the ugliest or most terrible one alive like you tell yourself to get out of confessing your feelings. You're imperfect, as is everyone else, but you're equally worthy of love and you have a lot of good qualities to bring to a relationship.

And if you take the leap of faith only for her to say no? Well, she's allowed to do that. She has the right to say no to you, or anyone. Maybe she isn't ready for a relationship, or maybe she just doesn't like you that way. It hurts, but it doesn't say anything about your value as a romantic partner. 🤷🏻

Rejection is a normal part of life; Don't let it stop you from living.

[harrowedsoup]

I can’t believe that Harrow staring at Gideon’s sweaty forearms is canon. I would love a ranch AU where Gideon thinks Harrow hates her because she keeps following her around looking PISSED but that’s just Harrow trying to cover up the fact that she’s checking her out while she’s doing physical labor. 

Or an AU where Harrow keeping hiring Gideon as a contractor to rebuild her house, because it’s like a million years old, only to keep changing the plans because she likes watching Gideon swing a sledgehammer around

[fablepaint]

Something about the present moment makes me think trans-mascs like myself have a big role to play in bridging the gap. Our trans-femme friends have done much to present femininity as a positive force. They've inspiring many cis women and men to view what's femme in more positive terms.

But us on the other side of the spectrum, I think we can do the same with masculinity. We've had to grapple with the negative, embracing the positive, and arguing against being anti-femme as a form of masc-identification.

We're typically a pretty quiet bunch, yet we are trusted by our cis male friends to be people who they can talk with about more sensitive topics without having their gender called into question (one of the major ways toxicity takes hold).

We have the opportunity to be role models not just for the trans-boys just cracking their eggs, but cis-boys too hoping to find some way of being an adult man that isn't just reducing them to their reproductive capacity (see all the ways boys are pressured to make their identities entirely sex-based).

What was helpful for us, in framing our masculine identity? How do we pass that on to the younger generation? How do we share that with our colleagues too?

[bunnyboy-juice]

bunny butt: shiny edition ✨

[op is a femme dyke, he/ze/bun pronouns]

[cator99]

out of curiosity, would you consider yourself butch?

used to be a blonde underweight twink and now I'm a based jock still got the chanel bag and the sick albeit matured mind of a suckpig to prove it so I'm gonna let you decide whether you wanna call me that word just cuz I got a pussy and short hair. I promise you that there have been enough advancements made in the art of lesbian sexual dynamics in the past 50 years to broaden the vocabulary used to describe the plethora of types of masculine females.

[sunshades]

that new meme that's going around....

[bestialchorus]

MOVING IN WITH YOUR WEREWOLF GIRLFRIEND INCLUDES:

-For months, you’ve both been tiptoeing around the topic. Since you first started dating, quick quips like being excited to be “roommates” one day were always uttered whenever you were forced to say goodbye to each other. How these dreams were peppered in daily conversations, holding desires you each assumed were hidden from the other. How quickly those jokes gained weight the more your lives became intertwined. You loved her, and by the gods, did she love you. The love you shared was akin to the romances you once dreamed of, romances acted out in movies but seldomly found in your world.

-On one fateful night, you finally find the courage to whisper, “I want to live with you.” Her glowing eyes meet yours as the moonlight peaks in through the window. She softly rubs her canine head against your face, instantly filling you with warmth. You feel your lover start to shift back, leaving a large woman who is as much muscle as she is beauty”. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” she purrs close to your ear before softly dragging her finger down your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand meets a familiar wetness. You start to whimper as you feel two long fingers slowly enter your folds. “Relax, baby girl, I’ll take care of you. Now and forever”. A few hours later, you lie on top of her as she gently rubs your back and plays with your hair. You talk deep into the night about what kind of home you want to build together. You remember passing out at some point as sleep finally catches up with you. You could have sworn you heard a whispering voice saying, “I can’t wait to call you my wife.” But maybe you just dreamt it.

-Right off the bat, it seemed money wouldn’t be much of an issue. You don’t quite understand at first, but she explains that she’ll soon be receiving a form of “inheritance” promised to alphas who reach a certain age. You still insist on contributing, and she doesn’t fight you on this, respecting you as a partner and her mate. 

-After months of searching, you finally end up finding a place that suits both of your needs. 

-Moving day was a lot less stressful than you thought it’d be. You remember packing up the last box one morning when you heard a knock at the door. Your girlfriend opens it, and a group of werewolves greet you with toothy smiles and warm mornings as they start to pile into your small apartment. You’ve spent much time with the pack, so all the faces before you were friendly. You can’t help but smile as one jokes, “I cant believe you’ve found someone who can actually tolerates ya, let alone live wit ya”. Some join in on the teasing as others come to chat with you. Without having to ask, each ONE immediately starts picking up a box and moving it down to the large pick-up truck outside your building. You release a surprised “EEP” as your alpha picks up while you’re holding a small box, “I wanna help too,” she giggles as she carries you bridal style to the truck. You feigned annoyance as you smack her arm, secretly loving every minute of it. All of your items (and yourself) are quickly loaded into the large vehicle with your girlfriend behind the wheel.

-After all your stuff is unpacked in the new place, the best part of moving could finally begin; decorating. You spend the next few days shopping together, hitting thrift stores throughout the city, and you actually find some pretty great stuff! One may have been a brand new pair of fuzzy handcuffs that your lover INSISTS will be essential for a “happy home.” 

-You come home one day and immediately stop in your tracks as you find your partner in a tight tank top and parachute pants, her outfit covered in paint as she moves a roller against the wall. Your brain turns to mush as her prominent abs peek through the thin fabric. She can’t help but smirk once she catches you ogling her. She decides then that it’s time for a bit of fun. Without saying a word, she takes off her shirt, revealing the body you were always in awe of. “I’m feeling a little warm after all this painting, honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water”? She acts as if she didn’t just fry all the neurons in your brain. You quickly shake your head and dash to the kitchen as you feel your cheeks heat up. 

-The house renovations have been complete torture. Whether it’s putting down new hard floor or tightening some plumbing. Your alpha is always wearing very little clothing; claiming she runs warm. You can believe that, but the image of your sweaty, beyond-built partner wearing a tool belt was sending you into your own version of heat. You’ve gotten little work done because you have a literal goddess walking around with a power drill. You decide to work a few days at the office going forward…

-Every day feels like an endless sleepover. Catching each other up on your day, grocery shopping together, painting each other’s nails, etc., it truly feels like you are hanging out with your best friend….a best friend who also just so happens to be 6’4 and able to crush a dresser with her bare hands….but best friends not the less.

-Another benefit of living with an extremely self-sufficient werewolf is that she’s an incredible cook. One night you come home and immediately smell the aroma of your favourite meal floating in the air. Her lips gently meet your neck as soon as you enter the kitchen, and your breath stops for a moment. “I’ve been cooking all day and while I’m excited for you to eat, I’m starving, baby”. You don’t get a moment to think as she has you bent over the table in a split second. That night you end up being her appetizer as she helps you build up an appetite. 

-You insist on helping her whenever she puts on a tie. You love putting her together for the day but love even more that you’re the sole person who gets to see her without all the bells and frills. You may share a space with your alpha, but you’re her true home. 

-Showering together has become one of your favourite rituals. You help the other wash the day off as warm water makes you melt. It always starts off innocently enough but very quickly becomes less than innocent whenever she starts to scrub around certain intimate areas….

-You had never thought much of a “forever” home while growing up but now realize it’s not only possible with your alpha. But that you’ll have one as long you’re with her.

[ramblesbiab]

Pretty unfortunate that a butch girl isn't taking me to an abandoned building at midnight during a full moon, pressing my back to a rough concrete pillar and kissing me 'til my lips feel raw and bruised and I'm so out of breath that I gulp for air when they finally pull back. Biting my neck while unbuttoning my shirt and trailing her hand along my chest in a way that's almost too delicate, leaving me desperate for her to be rougher, to pinch my nipples and suck deep, purple marks into my flesh. I'd push her back when it became too much and rip her belt off. Fall to my knees so hard it stings, but before she can ask about it I pull her zipper down, her strap flopping out right in front of my lips. Looking up at her and the stars burning above us, as they witness our sins and pleasures, as I open my lips and take as much of her into my mouth as I can. Slipping my fingers under the strap to feel how much nectar is already dripping out of her. She groans into the night, grips my hair and tells me with her husky voice to open my mouth nice and wide for her. I could come from watching her spit. Let alone the feeling of it hitting my tongue, of her pulling me back in and starting to fuck my face while mumbling about how much of a good whore I am for her. Using my throat like a toy. When she's satisfied, she lets go and asks if I'm okay while petting my hair, weaving her fingers through it so softly that I could purr. I tell her yes, and she pulls me up to kiss my forehead, whispering that I'm such a good girl for her, that she loves me so much. We go back to rough after that, but the softness of her voice runs through my mind over and over, and I imagine the drive home with her hand on my thigh, the shower together where she washes my hair and us laying in bed as she kisses every bruise and mark she's left while telling me I'm the most gorgeous woman she's ever known. Her arms wrapped around my midsection as we drift off and she hums to me. I never knew the word whore could be filled with so much love and pure, unfiltered adoration until I met her. I scream her name into the sky as she pounds into me, hoping that the universe itself hears me, hears how much I love the woman staring into my eyes like I'm made of soft summer rain clouds and perfectly ripe strawberries and a million other beautiful, quiet things. Then, as I come for the final time that night, and she collapses into me with her heaving breathes and burning legs, I whisper into her ear, under her short, sweaty hair, that I love her, because that one's just for her. Tears stain my cheeks but they keep coming as it sets in yet again that she's mine and I'm hers, and the world is so beautiful even through blurry, dizzy eyes.

[celebrate-lesbianism]

I remember seeing kd Lang on TV for the first time and thinking she was so cool. And then I remember everyone else in the room laughing. About her clothes, her dykey haircut. Why would a woman want to look like that? God.

There are decades of shame that live inside of me, and piece by piece, I am carving it the fuck out.

[missinglaterals]

Girl who is extinct :/ (but not really)

[chimchiri]

Remember when I kept talking about also having two more butches.... Suddenly inspiration struck and then I couldn't stop working on them. At some point I gotta look up proper armor and how it's all layered but for now I'm just doodling away.

I'm still open to one of them not being in the army lmao. But I think it'd be hilarious of they both were and couldn't stand each other. Before gaining some sort of mutual respect through their love-hate relationship.

Also thinking about all the amazing furry art made me doodle a tiny crow and bear face because.. idk I just see it in them.

[gothducky]

Uruughghrgh I still need to build her... Forever stuck at E1

Linktree / Commissions / Ko-fi

[twnj]

These trenches were going to be the home of the soldiers until orders from high up told them otherwise. Entire shelters and homes were built underground, and no one less than the soldiers built the trenches.

[...]

Finally, the soldiers took a break for the night and Temari decided to take a little moment for herself. After an entire day, which felt like a lifetime, of dark humour and gabbing with her fellow soldiers to lighten up the mood in between the tireless digs, she was sweaty, achy, and her brain felt fried.

There was a lake nearby, a small lake with clear water. Most of the soldiers used that one as their washing place, but after having walked around the entire lake, Temari knew there was a little inlet from the lake.

The little arm of the lake, hidden behind spruces and other trees, gave Temari the perfect hiding place to bathe in peace without curious gazes from the other soldiers, who were missing their girlfriends – or to be honest, anyone of the opposite sex. [...]

Still, Temari didn’t want anyone to see her naked.

No One Cries For Unknown Soldiers on ao3 by @unioncolours

Shikatemamonth24 prompt 'New home'