#enjoy more wlw content my dears!

[taking-a-cupcake]

fem!fyodor x fem!reader x fem!dazai

content warnings: smut/nsfw, wlw, sex toys, fingering, degradation, praising, they put makeup on you only for it to get ruined idk, tit play, i think thats all

You lay on the bed, your body trembling as Dazai and Fyodor crawled up next to you. They were both stunningly beautiful indeed.

Dazai leaned down and kissed your lips softly, her hands gently caressing your body as she whispered in your ear, 'We're going to make you feel so good, my dear. Just let go and enjoy it.' Fyodor's fingers trailed down your stomach, teasingly brushing against your inner thighs before plunging into your dripping wet core. Your back arched as she started to move her fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots.

As Fyodor continued to pleasure you with her fingers, Dazai reached over and grabbed a silicone toy from the nightstand. She showed it to you with a wicked smile before slowly pushing it inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but moan loudly. But Dazai wasn't satisfied with just one toy, she grabbed another and started to use it on you as well, controlling both of them to bring you to the edge of pleasure.

'You're doing so well, dear,' Fyodor whispered as she continued to work her magic on you with her fingers. 'But you know what would make it even better? If we denied you the pleasure you so desperately crave.' She removed her fingers suddenly, leaving you aching and frustrated. You whimpered, but Dazai had her own plans in mind.

She positioned herself between your legs and started to overstimulate you with the toys, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. You writhed and moaned, unable to take any more, but they were relentless. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, they stopped and Dazai climbed back up to your face, her lips brushing against yours.

'Look at you, all wet and desperate,' Dazai whispered, her voice dripping with arousal. 'You're such a good little slut, aren't you?' You nodded, your body still trembling from the intense pleasure. Fyodor cupped your breasts, teasing your nipples with her fingers as Dazai continued to praise you.

But they weren't done yet. Dazai reached over and picked up a makeup bag, pulling out a tube of bright red lipstick and a tube of black mascara. 'You know what would make you look even prettier?' she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye. 'Some makeup.' She applied the lipstick on your lips, smearing it messily around your mouth before doing the same with the mascara, leaving you with raccoon eyes.

Fyodor couldn't resist a laugh at the sight, but Dazai silenced her with a kiss before picking up a strap-on. She slipped it on and positioned herself between your legs, her eyes locked on yours. 'Do you want me to fuck you?' she asked, her voice low and husky. You nodded eagerly and she thrust into you, setting a quick pace.

As Dazai fucked you with the strap-on, Fyodor continued to tease and play with your breasts, occasionally leaning in to lick and bite at your nipples. The combination drove you wild with pleasure, and you couldn't hold back any longer. You begged for release, but they kept pushing it, denying you until finally,

you reached your climax, your body shook with the intensity of it

…

im in writers block so i’m posting 3 things after not writing☹️

[marinamd29-stopharassingpeople]

CALLOUT FOLDER.

Dear Witcher fandom! As members of the same community, we would like to warn you about an individual who had been harassing and bullying multiple members of the fandom, artists and otherwise, for several months now.

Her name is Marina, she goes by MarinaMart, MarinaKD MarinaMKD29 and many variations of thereof. She's active on here, on Instagram, on Twitter and Reddit and if you don't wish to be harassed and bullied, I highly recommend blocking any url that vaguely resembles that name. Her current URL is @marinamd29

Her handle on Reddit is MarinaKD29, and on Twitter it's MartMarina29. She doesn't behave any different on these platforms, and there are some screenshots of her behavior on these platform in the folder, as well.

She ships Vernon Roche with Ciri and if you create content, reblog content or even like content of either of these characters being shipped with someone other than each other (but especially wlw ships for ciri and mlm ships for roche), you have a chance to receive harassment, both anonymous and otherwise.

She has an obvious bias towards queer couples, constantly spewing homophobic remarks on both her twitter and her blog. Some screenshots of that are available in the folder.

People she's harassed so far include, but are not limited to: @bookcalanthedaily , @calamari-kestis, @sebdoeswords, @xejune, @lakka-arts, @tallfroggie and many more. Most notably however, Froggie is a TEEN whom Marina sent unsolicited sexually explicit GIFs of her ship.

HERE is a full Google Folder including TENS of screenshots with the proof of her continued harassment, including anonymously submitted stories. They are NOT organized, because there is just so many. To add to that, there is Marina's harassment of people on Reddit and Twitter, that I have only included a couple of, but I am happy to provide more to anyone who asks.

Important!! DO NOT fall for her false narrative. None of us have harassed her for her ship. None of us have even interacted with her first (except for myself, when it was brought to my attention a design for a book character was copied from me and I politely requested credit for inspiration she took from my design) and we do NOT 'cancel her' for her ship. All of us were just creating/enjoying ships we like and it is her the harassment comes from.

FAQ:

Why make this post?

Because she's been given a chance to rectify her behavior over and over again. It became apparent, that she has been doing it to multiple people, multiple smaller communities within the Witcher fandom and over multiple platform. She is NOT changing.

Why not block her?

We have! She continues making new blogs, sending messages anonymous and otherwise going around the block to continue her harassment.

Why not ignore her?

We have! For months! Recent events have just been a straw that broke the camel's back.

Why have some of you been rude to her?

We admit, some of us didn't act very kindly towards Marina; it has been a response to watching her harass other people, often our friends, within the fandom. We do not claim to be completely crystal clear. But it has only ever been as a reaction to her bad behavior. Please note, that in no instance were we ever the ones to reach out to her first, or interact with her blog in any way, shape or form.

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Not What I Could Have

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Her first instinct as a doctor was to feel for a pulse even though she knew it was in vain. She ripped off a piece of her shirt and shoved it into the wound. It would do nothing for Amanda but she didn’t want to see her love covered in so much blood.

*Rating: T for Teen (Saw Canon Typical Stuff)

*Content/Tags: Needle and Chain, Referenced Self-Harm, Angst, Gender or Sex Swap, Alternate Universe- Gender Changes, Character Study, WLW Romance, Hurt No Comfort

*Status: Sequel to 'Not What I Needed'/Complete

Author's Note: A little on the shorter side but I've missed this ship a lot and this idea's been stewing in my head since the first time I watched Saw 3. So enjoy!

Laura glanced at the analog clock on the corner of her desk. Tonight was the night. Two concurrent games were going on as she sat at the hospital in an uneasy quiet and tapped the edge of her desk with a pen. It was Amanda’s first real game without John having a hand, guiding his apprentice like he had during the nerve gas house.

Laura just had to be patient with the results. In a fell swoop, one of her most hated co-workers would die and the woman she loved would be the grand successor to Jigsaw’s legacy. It was Amanda’s dream come true. To have John’s attention and acknowledgment. Laura didn’t care to be the successor of John’s. She would go to the ends of heaven and hell to serve Amanda as she saw fit. She could see Amanda in her head on her metaphorical throne, and Laura waiting on her hand and feet.

She pushed her chair away from her desk and got up to go for a walk around the hospital. She needed to get her mind off this game. She grabbed her cane and did a lap around her department as a warm-up to the walk down to her car. The digital clock in the car read it’d been thirty minutes since the game had started. A quarter of the way done… She shouldn’t be anxious about this. Amanda had assured her that she had thought of every angle, considered every twist that John would have predicted. She turned the keys in the ignition and booked it to her apartment. Since having been divorced from Allison, Laura lived alone in a small place. It felt impersonal, more of a space to sleep than it was a home. She didn’t turn the TV on when she crossed the threshold of the dwelling. She sat in the moonlight trickling in through the windows on a couch that could fit a family if she just hadn’t made one too many mistakes. Her head bobbed as her eyes threatened to shut for the night. She shook her head once more and used the end of her mobility aid to pull her work bag towards her, rummaging through to find some paper work she needed to fill out a treatment plan. Her hand rubbed up against a piece of crumpled paper and pulled it out of the bag.

‘My dear Amanda…’ Clearly John’s handwriting. Laura’s eyes skimmed the document quickly before getting up as fast as she could and back into her car. She punched the gas pedal and drove towards the workshop where she had kissed Amanda for the first time. She ran a red light, nearly hitting someone but narrowly managed to avoid it as the thoughts of her love consumed her. Still burning with rage, she parked her car and busted the door in on her way down the stairs. Some loud trap went off as she entered, using the sound to cover her as she crept through the warehouse. As she entered the open floor, she saw Mark standing at the door. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she approached him. She’d never win in a fair fight against the other apprentice, but she felt the adrenaline slowly start to course through her veins. At the very least she could get a bite into his jugular before she got thrown across the room. She put a hand on Mark’s shoulder before letting a breath escape between gritted teeth,

“Move.”

Without missing a beat he replied, “You know what’s behind there. You don’t need to see it.” If Laura were stupid, she’d think his words came from a place of concern.

“I said, move.” She repeated herself

“Laura. It’s not going to give you the closure you think it will…��

“I don’t fucking care.” Rather than keep an even voice her screams rang out across the empty warehouse. Mark finally turned around to face her and let his hand slip off the handle of the door. He didn’t move but Laura rustled the handle behind him, getting the door to open behind him.

“You have fifteen minutes.” Mark finally said. “Cops are going to storm this place looking for either survivors or victims. I would move fast if I were you.”

She rushed into the dark room and felt something soak through the seams in her shoes. It had to be blood. She fumbled with the light switch and saw the carnage before her. She ignored the body of her former coworker and her husband. Ignored the man from which she took orders from for a year now and dropped her cane, running towards the crumpled mess of flesh on the floor that was once Amanda Young. She held the other woman close to her chest. Her first instinct as a doctor was to feel for a pulse even though she knew it was in vain. She ripped off a piece of her shirt and shoved it into the wound. It would do nothing for Amanda but she didn’t want to see her love covered in so much blood. Her hands started to shake as she swept the pieces of Amanda’s hair that had stuck to her face from sweat and her tears fell onto the ever growing cold skin.

“What happened?” She asked the silent air, “You told me it was going to be fine… you promised. You placed all your faith in John… Mark!” She called out for the other apprentice, hoping he might have an answer. Her cries went unanswered for the man and she pilfered through the pockets in Amanda’s jeans. Nothing. Nothing. Paper… She carefully set Amanda’s corpse back down onto the floor and unfurled the folded note.

‘Amanda. You were with Cecil…’ She skimmed the note with haste that she had read John’s note. It was Mark’s block writing. ‘… I will tell John what you did.’

“You.” The letter trembled in her hand as she got to her feet and spun to face the deceased Jigsaw Killer. “This is your fault.” He couldn’t respond to her. Smile in a twisted satisfaction as she wailed for the woman she couldn’t have. Taunt her with the fact that they both knew Amanda would always be out of Laura’s reach. “You pushed Amanda. You always pushed her too far! You sent me to scold her for you when she was hurting herself because she thought she couldn’t live up to your expectations! She never stood a chance, did she you sick son of a bitch?!”

She reached out in anger for the first glass object her hands could reach. She launched it at John’s head, just narrowly missing her former mentor. She didn’t know if she had it in him to desecrate him after all she had put him through when they were just patient and doctor. As much as she felt disgust, anger, disdain even for the man she knew that he had felt that tenfold for her. She took another beaker that laid on the counter and crushed it in the grasp of her hand, gritting her teeth as the shards dug into her skin. It drew a deep crimson wash from her skin and mingled with Amanda’s blood on the concrete of the floor.

“It’s not fair. Why do you always take them away from me?! First it was Eve…” She bit down on her lip as she remembered the woman in the bathroom across from her. She was younger than Laura was when she had gotten into med school and she had barely begun to live. Amanda wasn’t much older, but had gotten even less out of life. “Now. Her…” Her eyes darted back to the other woman who was the object of her affection for another blink in the stream of time. She sat back down next to Amanda and wove their fingers together. Laura held her head up against her chest. She was ice cold, her brain had probably shut down while Laura screamed at John.

“I’m so sorry Amanda…” She whispered to herself, “I should have been here for you. I…” She shook her head and with an aching in her chest left her lover’s body at the scene. She didn’t have the strength to carry Amanda in her condition to get her out of the crime scene. Somewhere she could respectfully say goodbye to her fellow apprentice. She reached across the floor and grabbed her cane to get herself back up. In one last outburst of rage against the whole game, she swung the wooden thing into the center of Lynn’s husband as if he were a pinata. Fresh blood came spurting out from his mouth as the impact of the cane definitely snapped a rib in chest. She hit him once more for good measure and looked over at Lynn. “You thought you were better than me. Now look at where you and your useless husband are. You stupid bitch.”

She walked out of the door and sealed it behind her, pressing her head against the unfeeling metal and shut her eyes. She didn’t want to abandon Amanda but she had no choice this time. She ran from the house of horrors and got to her car, driving home as fast as the vehicle would take her. When she got back to her apartment she cried for a bit. As if on cue, she heard the sound of heels in the hallway walking past her door. They stop directly in front of her and a piece of paper slides under the door. The footsteps resumed and grew more distant. When she heard the shoes no longer she approached the door, sliding the paper towards her using her cane. She leaned down and picked it up.

‘Hello Doctor Gordon,

As you by now know, Amanda’s game was rigged. It was Mark who rigged her game, replacing the letter intended for her with his own. John fed Hoffman information in order to trigger Amanda and make her fail her test. This is never the outcome I wanted for her, even with the knowledge of what she did to Gideon. I cared about her recovery and who she would become after she was clean even though I seem distant from her up until now. I give you this information in hopes that it should help ease whatever guilt you may have over what John has planned to come next. Act as John would, and you will be the successor he always intended.

-Jill’

“Mark…” Laura shredded the paper in her hands, “Your days are numbered. If you ever cross me again, you’ll be begging for death.”

She would succeed where her love had failed. Death creating something new with a grotesque and twisted purpose. She would carry on the name, Jigsaw for the both of them.

[lavend-ler]

2, 9, 17, 19?

*Hands you my crossbow*

*takes ur crossbow* THANK U RYZ, MY DEAR

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Rhys is disabled and his janky ass joints are incapable of bending properly. this man can't top, u can't convince me

9. worst part of canon

whatever the hell they did to Maya and Aurelia in bl3. trust me, I could write u a whole essay on why these two in particular got the worst treatment but dear god, they literally got ruined in this game

also tbh treatment of ANY women in og tales but especially Yvette. my god she deserves so much better

also the fact that we've never seen what is in tales' vault, that was such a copout

also I wanted to say any time u have to talk to Vaughn but I want to especially say that this mission in bl3 where u do NOTHING but drive with him just sucks so badly, worst mission in any game

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

OH WELL

Rhysothy. yes.

more wlw content. every time I wanted to seee fics for Jathena or for Gaigel or not even talking abt lesser known ships the tags are so dry

Atlas Squad shenanigans. Rhys, Lor and Zer0 for me are besties and I love seeing all of them interact. if u add Tim to the mix too, it makes me the happiest, theyre best friends for me <3

tbh I'd love to see fics that explore Tim's time at the casino

I love seeing Tim at Atlas content so yes he deserves this <33

more crackships. hit me with ur best pairs that never met in canon, no matter if romantic or platonic

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

oh I rly enjoy [REDACTED SO I WONT DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT]

[automatisma]

hello! i've been looking at your blog for a while and I adore your vibes and taste, and from what i can see you also like to read: can i ask for you top favourite books ever? and also if you have any good and maybe less known lgbt (esp wlw) book to recommend?

Hi, always happy to know that my specific brand of insanity is well received. Consider this list a very incomplete attempt, but some of the novels that have shaped my tastes and that I consider my favourites are Thérèse Raquin, Demons (or The Possessed, depending on the translation), Lord of the Flies, Fledgling, Childhood's End (as a fun curiosity: in Italian it was titled I guardiani del tramonto, or Guardians of Dusk, which puts another spin entirely on the whole novel), The Tartar Steppe (or The Stronghold), The Power and the Glory, The Girl Next Door (by Ketchum) and Choke. As a fan of speculative fiction there’s many other authors I hold dear, such as Jeff VanderMeer, Tim Powers, Ursula LeGuin, Christopher Moore, Terry Pratchett, Roger Zelazny, Kurt Vonnegut, Robert Silverberg, James Tiptree Jr. aaand I’ll stop now because they’re frankly too many.

As for less-known lgbt recs I might suggest Dreadnought by Gretchen Felker-Martin, better known for Manhunt (which I have yet to read): it’s a gory sci-fi story about mecha, despair and women and it’s worth your time. I might also recommend PSYCHO NYMPH EXILE, which prominently features a relationship between two girls, with the caveat that I enjoyed it more as a worldbuilding concept than as a stand-alone novella. Also, uh, check the content warnings for both, it’s heavy stuff.

[kaiju-kinnie]

Two people have shown interest which means I'm free to blow up about this.

I'm tired of shipping. Like genuinely, I'm so fucking tired of shipping. It's not even fun anymore, and half the time it's just annoying like dear God. Not everything has to be about romance. You don't need to look at all possibilities of x characters having a romantic relationship fo fully enjoy them as characters, or to try and understand them on a deeper level. And hell you don't need ships to make something more "interesting". Things aren't boring without romance. I'm so tired of people consuming media through the lens of "who can I pair with who"

Like not everything has to be about romance. It's already everywhere, in almost every song, movie, TV show, book, comic, game, etc, there's going to be themes of romance. No matter how genuine or shoe horned it is, it's there! If you want something that explores the relationship and dynamics of characters in a romantic light, the options are endless.

And if you happen to think that two characters on a movie or show have chemistry, then whatever. That's fine. More power to you.

But then you have cases like Unicorn Wars.

Unicorn Wars is a beautiful movie about war, prejudice, religion being used as a justification for colonization and control, the dangers of us vs them mentalities. It is a fucked up movie. It is a tragic movie. And the tags are full of shipping art. Fan art, fan fiction, aus, comics, etc, of two ot three character. You're going to be hard pressed to find anyone genuinely talked about the movie or its themes, or even be able to tell what it's about if you look at its rags.

Another example is the first spiderverse movie. People were so desperate to ship something, especially for an mlm ship, that they shipped spider ham and spider noir. Like sure, on one hand it was funny. But people acted like they needed some romantic pairing to focus on.

The same is with Portal! It's comedy, scifi horror game about escaping a giant robot. Everyone knows Portal. We have the "cringy qnd infamous" (at least thats how people tend to view the ship now, back in the day youd het hatemail for not shipping it) history of people shipping Chell with Tumblr Sexyman Wheatley. But there's also GLaDOS. People have the hots for GLaDOS, I get it. She's hot. Giant mean woman hot. People project themselves onto Chell, as people tend to do with main characters, and ship them. (Also ignoring the fact that it's implied that Caroline was Chells mom, but hey people are desperate for wlw ships because of how rare they are in media).

When Frozen, a movie about how you dont need a romantic parrner to be loved, first came out people were RABID about shipping Ana and Elsa to the point where they were using suit actors as Disney hugging as proof their ship was canon.

This also happened in Godzilla: King Of The Monsters. The movie has zero romantic subplots, and very little focus on the human characters. But everyone shipped Ghidorah and Rodan because there's a joke in the movie about what happens when wild animals invade eachothers territory. Note: Ghidorah came in to best the shit out of Rodan and display dominance.

Hell this also happens with lesser known media. I'm PG Psycho Goreman, people were so desperate to have someone to ship that they shipped the two main characters who were siblings. Like God damn my guys.

Digital Circus isn't even a week old and there's shipping discourse. Someone dug up my friends YEARS old post about why ChelDOS makes them uncomfortable (a small untagged post with under 50 notes) and started sending them messages saying they're "being rude and mean".

I looked up shit for Ghost and it's 70% shipping content. Cool, the goofy backstory about Satanists trying to rule the world with music is kinda pushed to the side by the fan base so people can white fics about the ghouls fucking. I get it! They're a horny band. But please guys come on, I wanna see someone explore their backstory and gimmic.

God it's like this on Twitter too. It's fucking insane. Not everyone needs to be boyfriend girlfriend. Like yeah, in the end it's harmless. But please how to enjoy content outside of "okay but what if they kissed"

Hey can I drop a take on you guys real quick? A potentially very hot take?

[humansofstarshollow]

[wlw] Lorelai Gilmore & Sookie St. James -requested by @the-october-reviewer

-endless possibilities: one day, without either of them really noticing, Sookie is simply moved in. Rory visits from Yale and there's now far too many pots and pans in the kitchen, an unfamiliar red cardigan hanging from the bannister, and both Lor and Sookie look just so happy and at ease. "it was long overdue," Rory says.

yes it was.

[darthmaulification]

honey and milk | shaak ti x reader

A/N: *breathes in* I LOVE WOMEN SO MUCH!!! 😩😳😖🥵🤲💞💞💞💦💦 

i did it. i wrote the one (1) self indulgent shaak ti soft smut body kink stuff that i wanted to do. i made it sapphic, i made it queer, and i’m finally content and the harvest is good. 🤲😌 finally, something to contribute to the CRIMINAL lack of shaak ti content.

also, i’m so swamped with college schtuff, and most of it’s writing, so please excuse any absolute incoherency this may have, my brain is running off of FUMES, i tell ya. 💀 so i am sorry i’m not spitting out much content! 😖

hope y’all enjoy! 💗

content: sapphic smut (ish), wlw, body worship, exploring each other’s bodies, implied angst bc relationship has to be hidden :(, reader is force sensitive and a jedi, reader is also implied afab but i didn’t use any pronouns/gendered terminology, forbidden love type beat, can y’all tell i like women?, greek mythology references bc i’m a gay, also semi-religious stuff? idk i use divine imagery

word count: 1,899

There is something so pure in touch, in how two beings can close the gap between their bodies and make the infinity of space more tolerable. When it’s Shaak Ti, your adored secret lover, who stands so close that you smell the wine on her lips, touch is even more sacred.

“Will you allow me to remove your robes?” You ask Shaak Ti, safely within the confines of her room, where the three white marble walls and the one glass one concealed by closed, floor-length mahogany curtain protects the images you both must maintain. Outside of this room, Shaak Ti sits on the Council and is regarded as the wisest among them. Outside this room, you are a respected Jedi Master and formidable ally to the Republic’s cause. Inside, behind the closed door, the drawn curtain, and the mellowed atmosphere of Naboo’s evening; you are both simply in love.

“Yes. Always.” Shaak Ti replies and her voice is the heaven all the Maker’s angels sing of, and immediately your fingers reach the mustard yellow hem of her cloak, where you stop briefly to thumb at the stitching on the underside, where you had sewn your name years ago. Shaak Ti hums, hearing the memory of the moment playing in your mind (always open, for her) and smiles, the quietly happy one you adore. When you meet her gaze, her tired dusky eyes soft with love, you smile too, pulling the fabric from her shoulders.

“You are my heart and soul.” You murmur, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as more and more of her brilliant, tiger lily red skin is revealed. The strong curves of her shoulders, the delicate slopes of her biceps, the dip of her elbows, and then the lean muscle of her forearms, all unfurled to your sight like a flower opening it’s petals to the sun. Shaak Ti’s cloak falls to the floor with a shallow thump when you let go of it in favor to grab her wrists, where her skin fades to the pale pink of her hands.

“And you, mine.” Shaak Ti purrs, and the Force coos like a newborn infant, whispering louder when her curious lekku brush their midnight tips against your knuckles. You laugh gently at the sensation letting go of her wrists to bring your hands to the expanse of skin that teases her chest. Placing your palms atop her sternum, you internally bless the rhythmic thumps of her heart before you guide her to turn around.

“Allow me to unlace you, my lady?” You ask in a teasingly lilted tone, one that makes tender mockery of the handmaidens that a Naboo noble had assigned to both of you earlier. Shaak Ti laughs at the poor impression of the workers, and nods her head, montrals twitching in amusement. 

“Of course, my dear.” She speaks, voice thick with amusement and you kiss her bare shoulder, marveling at her soft skin. Your love sighs happily when you plant kisses to the third lek that falls and aligns with her spine, alternating between kissing the creamy white and the midnight blue. Expertly, your fingers undo the laces that hold her bodice tight to her torso, and it goes slack when you untie the final knot.

“Have I told you how much I adore your skin?” You ask as Shaak Ti shimmies her hips to shake her dress from her body, voice almost catching in your throat when the fabric falls past her shapely buttocks. Of course you have, you had the first time she ever got bare before you, when she first entrusted you with the sight of her soft carnelian skin, skin made unique by the swooping white markings on her back, sides, and thighs.

“Have I told you how much I adore yours?” Shaak Ti fires your question back at you as she turns around, and she is a goddess; fully nude and beautiful like Aphrodite arriving at Cyprus in the company of Love himself and all the ocean nymphs. The smile that pulls at your lips grows when Shaak Ti steps out from the pile of her skirts at her feet, giving you a wonderful show of the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts.

“You are my everything.” You breathe, sighing when Shaak Ti presses her body to yours, warm and tall, montrals wrapping themselves around you like a second pair of arms. Briefly, she doesn’t respond, too entrenched in the heightened senses given to her by her Togruta biology and the Force to reply with anything salient. Though Shaak Ti collects herself quickly, offering you an almost drunk looking grin before placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I do believe you are wearing far too much clothing.” She speaks, her hands finding the edges of your cloak much like yours had earlier. You hum in reply, watching as her delicate yet strong fingers undo the clasp at the front. It’s palpable, the quietness that settles between the both of you, but it allows you to grasp at the Force, pluck it gently like the string of a harp, and have the sensation reverberate to your bones and quiver the air around you.

“Allow me to unwrap you, my gift?” Shaak Ti asks, both saying the question aloud and sending the implication of the thought to your mind. There’s nothing else for you to do but agree with a silent nod. Shaak Ti lets go of your cloak, and it flutters to the floor like a leaf from a tree in autumn. She leans in to you, and you tilt your head to welcome her lips that make a home with yours. As you kiss, Shaak Ti’s peach colored hands start to pull at your unassuming beige robes.

“When I dream of you, you are sunlight.” Shaak Ti whispers against the soft curve of your cheek after she pulls out of the kiss, the Cupid’s bow of her plump upper lip touching your skin. You shiver, and the Force around you does too, and when her palms slide down your shoulders taking your clothing with them, you’re lost to her touch. The heavy, tawny brown fabric falls to the floor, landing in a crumpled crescent at your feet.

“Beloved.” The endearment escapes Shaak Ti’s lips in a breathless sigh, sounding as though she was wounded by the sight of you. Her long fingers dance across the skin of your arms as they travel up to trace your collarbones, and then rest upon your neck. At the beginning, you would have found yourself somewhat bashful at having your bare, uninhibited body stared at so intensely, but now you bask in the stare of your lover’s dark eyes, which have never held judgement, never criticism— Only love.

“You are beautiful.” She says, and you place your hands on the swells of her hips to balance yourself when her traveling fingertips tease the delightfully sensitive parts of you, and you shake your head. You slide your hands up the smooth curves of her waist, thumbs extending to touch the tips of her lekku.

“No, you’re beautiful.” You reply, smiling cheekily when Shaak Ti gasps when one of your hands abandon her waist in favor of wrapping around her lek and stroking the sensitive appendage. In retaliation, she glides her hands down your sides and reaches around your back to squeeze the globes of your ass. You gasp and squeal, body lurching into hers at such a forward action, but the smile on your face doesn’t fade.

“Shaak Ti!” You reprimand with no true conviction behind it, only laughter and the deepest parts of you begging for her to do it again. She grins broadly, the rare one she does when she’s feeling extra playful, and you shiver at the promises it can uphold, the things she’s done with those dusty rose lips and pointed canines.

“Perhaps we are both beautiful.” She concedes, and those lips with all their wonderful memories are on yours again. Shaak Ti kisses you like your precious and you kiss her the same, alternating from dominating her mouth with your tongue, to allowing her to claim full reign of you as well. At some point, with all the fervor and lust clouding your senses, you find yourself in her arms, her large breasts pressed to you, heavy lekku slung over your shoulders. Your thumbs rub circles on her hip bones the way you know she likes, and the Force positively sings.

Somehow the both of you, still so engrossed in each other, manage to find the bed, where you lie side by side, entangled and ensnared by each other. Your legs interlock together, your calf resting above Shaak Ti’s, the meat of her thigh above yours. You moan into the kisses she gives, and she moans into the ones from you, and your hands greedily pull her closer, and her fingers wring in your hair.

The silken sheets below you feel as though you have Shaak Ti giving you her all as you give her yours on a cloud, as if you’re both floating in the air as you swallow all the little noises from the both of you. And it still feels like your amongst the clouds when, only minutes later, your fingers explore the most sacred part of Shaak Ti, the sanctuary she offers you between the apex of her thighs, where you bow your head and drink her nectar until she weeps your name. You give her libation again and again, three times for each word in “I love you”.

The clouds you stay in when she gives you that same worship, when she skillfully collapses the cosmos around you when you dip into orgasmic bliss, when her fingers and mouth are akin to the golden apple gifted to the fairest one by Paris — desired, purposeful, and dangerous. When she brings you over that peak three times all while you grip her montrals and repeat her name like incantation, gasping and moaning and trembling until you know only her name, and the sting of the marks she makes all over your skin.

The Force is still buzzing by the time you’ve both exhausted yourselves, found your bodies pulsing and aching with the aftershocks, but reveling in the afterglow. It may be midnight, or even later, but you will forgive the roughness of waking up in the morning when it means spending the night with the softness of Shaak Ti.

It’s quiet, and she is still wrapped around you as you are her, and there’s something so pure in touch, in making the night one of love and something more, reveling in touches that so rarely happen lest you warrant the suspicious gazes of your fellow Jedi and the consequences to your love should it ever see the light of day.

“I love you.” You murmur half asleep against Shaak Ti’s breast, where you rest your head listening to her heartbeat. She hums, the hand that she’s been rubbing the soreness from you pausing as she too starts to slip beneath the spell of slumber. 

“I love you.” She sighs, and it’s then the Force stills its trembling to a dull flow, like gentle waves rolling to and receding from a shoreline, perhaps the one your goddess walked upon, fully formed, accompanied by Love. You fall asleep to that heartbeat.

[heademptycarla]

hello dear in the heights fandom / fans / general wlw content lovers !! i’ve seen a spark in activity w my blog over this delicious in the heights premiere weekend, and i would like to say thank you v much, from the bottom of my heart !! ( as a long time dani + carla shipper, it means a lot that other people are enjoying them just as much as i have all of these years !! )

please feel free to follow me on my instagram @ peachpoppyart if you’d like to see more content, especially of the dani/carla ship kind !! i also create a lot of queer content in general, whether that be through writing or art, so i hope you enjoy that too !!

i’m a v approachable person, so plz don’t be afraid to shoot me some asks or a message at any point in time !!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

~ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT OKAY~

Super fucking hyped to see your requests open again because-

The Time Is Now. The WLW Must Be Fed

So, I'd love to see your take on Fem! Burnt Bastard. Preferably, with a theme of Miss Reader accidentally calling her Mommy and she takes that to her FULL advantage. Bonus points if she wears an outfit that is a perfect recreation of what the reader's mother would have worn. Everything else is up to you, my dear friend. I know you'll do awesome

(anyway, take as long as you wish and if you decide not to take this request feel free to disregard the ask. No hard feelings regardless 😁😁)

Oh Gopher this is such a momentous occasion! You haven’t ever given me a proper request like this before and I had a lot of fun with this! I need to some more WLW content and I mean the chance to do Fem! Freddy was too fucking great to pass up obviously so even tho I haven’t done this kinda kink before it felt fun and very fitting. Happy MILFs I mean Mothers Day. 

Hope you like this! Let’s get into it.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.3K. Fem!Freddy Krueger X AFAB! Reader. Warnings. Chase. Predator/Prey. Making Out. Biting. Grinding. Thigh Riding. Knifeplay. Light Bloodplay. Teasing. Mocking. Dirty Talk. Degredation. Mentions Of Punishment Play. And Of Course Mommy Kink.

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Oh Don’t Tell Me...

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So how you first started seeing her isn’t really important. Sure as shit doesn’t change the fact that she is here now and now that she is, she loves to pay you visits multiple days every week and has an unreasonably good time tormenting you. But to be perfectly fair you love it too, even if it had a tendency to be overwhelming, just like tonight. Now as for what was happening tonight, you were having a very normal dream, average and regular when it slowly twisted around you and eventually led to a chase. 

Her coming after you, the sound of metal scraping on metal as she dragged those blades along rusted pipes menacingly, distinct clicks of the heeled boots she wore as she pursued you. Calling your name in this sing-songy way of hers, she was in no rush to get to you, she knew that the chase was mostly an act, perfunctory at most, simple habit, a part of the game. You both knew your parts well by this point and played them well, so after what you had deemed an appropriate amount of time to as not seem THAT desperate you allowed her to catch you. 

Let her gain enough ground of her non-gloved hand to close around your wrist and she tugged you hard, pulling you to her, chest to chest as she locked eyes with you, small smirk playing on her lips as she said that once simple word, a hushed statement, “Gotcha.”

One simple word like that shouldn’t make your heart pound so hard but it did all the same. You had to fight to suppress your smile, trying not to show how excited you were for what was to come, her glove started low. Blades brushing your bare outer thigh, you never wore much to bed these days, it always ended up off of you by the end of the night anyway, you were in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of underwear and that was it, her hand dragged up, contact was kept light and didn’t break the skin, not yet, too soon for that. You anticipated her touch, eyes falling closed, ready and waiting and so excited and she took the opportunity to instead push you against the wall roughly, a small shocked sound leaving you as your back made contact with concrete. 

You got so caught up after that, her hands on you, blades scraping over your exposed skin, one of her legs between yours, kissing and biting your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulder from the loose neck of your shirt. You were breathing so much harder, your own chest rising and falling, eyes screwed shut as you ground on her thigh, hips moving slowly back and forth, unable to help or control yourself. She bit down hard on the space where your shoulder and neck met, her non-gloved hand under your shirt and pulling on one of your nipples and your breath caught in your throat and then you moaned.

The fact you moaned wasn’t unusual but what you moaned very much was, it totally changed the way tonight ended up going, it surely would have played out much differently if you moaned anything else, anything but what you did, anything but that breathy and quiet, “Mommy-”

You stopped.

She stopped. 

You could feel her smile against your neck and heard that soft laugh as she pulled back, “What was that?” 

“Nothing!” Okay you said that way too fast and way too loud and she tsk’d with a shake of her head as she said, “Nothing my ass. Oh no, no I know what I heard, princess.” she still had her hand under your shirt and tugged on your nipple again, harder and it made your back arch a bit off the wall with a small whine, “R-really, I didn’t say anything-”

And that glove came up, two of her blades under your chin as she said, “No lying to me now.” she pressed harder and it stung as she said, “Should I make you say it again?” she pressed her leg harder between yours and the increase of pressure had you grinding on her again, helplessly, you could feel the slide of your damp underwear against you, arousal was almost painfully obvious. 

She palmed you under your shirt and a flick of those blades under your chin, a light cut made you gasp it out again, she pulled it out of you against your will and hearing you say it again made her laugh. “Oh don’t tell me, you really ARE into that?” 

You bit your bottom lip and shook your head, “No, no I swear I’m not!” And that only made her laugh harder, mocking you, mimicking your voice perfectly, it always made you so embarrassed when she did that, hearing just how frantic and desperate you sounded as she parroted your words back to you in your own voice from her mouth. “No, no I swear I’m not!” 

She leaned in close again, mouth made contact with your neck again, a playful bite that made you whimper before licking up the collum of your throat, licking up the small amount of blood she had spilled and whispered in your ear, “You are too fuckin’ cute.”

Her hand was pulled from under your shirt and she took a step back, you pathetically tried to follow, wanting more contact, to keep her hands on you, keep her leg right where it was for you to rut against. You hated how much you enjoyed it, the first time she got you to do it you were in her lap and she called you out for acting like a little- “Bitch in heat.” but it felt so good you couldn’t help falling back into the habit again and again. The way she would tease you over it would make heat flare inside you that seemed to mirror the heat in the boiler room you were currently in. 

Then you heard a snap of her fingers on her non-gloved hand and you knew that meant one that and that made your eyes shoot open to confirm it and it was in fact true, a change of scenery. You were in the kitchen of your childhood home, leaning against the kitchen counter, it was daylight out, warm sunlight pouring in the window and you weren’t sure why you were here until your eyes landed on her on the other side of the room. 

“Well hey there hon.”

“Oh my God, what the fuck-” And there she was, dressed uncannily similar to your own mother, like she plucked the outfit right out of her own closet and you wondered how she did it, the recreation of the outfit and the kitchen and she was looking so very pleased with herself. “What’s the matter?” she was crossing the distance to you, glove was absent, holding her hands out as she asked, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“No! I-I never said I wanted this-” Her hands grabbed yours and she scoffed, “You didn’t have to. I took one look in that pretty little head of yours and saw everything.”

Shit. You always forgot she could do that. You could try to withhold information all you wanted but with your own thoughts could still betray you.

“Now if you don’t stop lying and admit it I might just have to put you over my knee.” She pushed you again, hard against the counter, her hands covering yours on the countertop, pressed chest to chest with you and you swallowed hard, “I-” A deep breath to try and compose yourself before you said, “I have nothing to admit.”

A small shake of her head with a breathless chuckle, “If you insist.” She started to walk backwards, tugging you along roughly, towards the kitchen table, you tried to fight but were no match and soon she was in a chair and you were thrown over her lap and she was hiking up your sleep shirt, hand rubbing over the curve of your ass as she spoke “Now tell me, what does she favor? Hand? Hair brush? Wooden spoon? I want to make sure I get this just right.”

[charcubed]

i was wondering if you could share some of your favourite wlw/sapphic ships? i really enjoy your queer content in general and so id love to hear some of your takes on sapphic subtext etc :)) hope you’re doing well!

Hello anon! It’s 2AM and I should be asleep but instead I’m going to answer this ask. Partially because I tend to be perpetually behind on messages / asks (shout out to everyone I have yet to answer, I am so sorry), both because I’m often busy and incapable of brevity. I do not want that to happen to you, so here I go!

Thank you for the kind words 🥺 I appreciate you wanting to know my thoughts and enjoying my content!

Here are some wlw/sapphic ships I love!!

• Carol/Maria from Captain Marvel. As far as I am concerned, they are canonically wives. It’s not subtle! I wrote a meta thread about how the themes of the movie are enhanced if you read it as a story about Carol as a gay woman. Also, every time I remember that “Kiss Me Deadly” is the song they sing together in karaoke, I freak the fuck out. I firmly feel like Stevebucky and Carolmaria are the 2 greatest love stories of the MCU movies and it’s astonishing how similar they are, too. I’ll never forgive the Marvel fandom for sidelining Maria in favorite of shipping Carol/Valkyrie because of insidious colorism. I wrote a mini fic about Maria feeling insecure when Carol meets Valkyrie to work out my frustrations about that too!

• Nomi / Amanita from Sense8. (In all ways but physical, Amanita is MY wife, actually.) I feel like they’re one of the coolest, healthiest, and most badass relationships on screen :’) They make me so fucking happy and I will never get over how ride or die they are for each other.

• Andy / Quynh from The Old Guard. I am crossing ALL of my fingers that they expand on them in the sequel, because I felt there was very strong subtext (that was barely subtext) there, and as far as I know they were together in the comics. Big shout out to Andy wearing Quynh’s necklace, for example. (I’d need to rewatch the movie to get lost back in the sauce and discuss them more because it’s been awhile)

• I have ships from Black Sails that I enjoy discussing in depth, but those are spoilers! (I tend to only talk Black Sails spoilers on @freedom-in-the-dark or my side twitter gaypiracy)

• This is fairly new, but I am eyeballing Katy / Xialing from Shang-Chi. There was subtext there too, I feel. Katy definitely seemed to have a crush on Xialing, and there was tension in the moment when Xialing saved her. I’m hoping they expand on that dynamic in future movies!

• I never finished this show (even though I meant to), but Cosima / Delphine in Orphan Black were near and dear to my heart a long time ago, so I can’t not mention them. It’s been a very long time since I’ve thought about them but they were a big deal.

• In the “fuck the CW” category: YEARS ago, back when I watched Arrow, Nyssa/Sara was extremely important to me. I adored them, and then of course they killed Sara (and later forced Nyssa to fake marry Oliver). I was also into Lexa/Clarke from The 100 during that era—because who wasn’t, though I didn’t love them as a ship as strongly as many people did—and we all know where that went.

That’s it for main ones, I think. Sorry if that disappoints! I’m especially sorry that I don’t have much meta to offer, unfortunately, simply because most of what I’m mentioning is either explicit canon so it didn’t involve subtext hunting or I watched it before I got super involved in media analysis. I’m planning on watching Killing Eve when it’s complete as long as it sticks the landing, and I know that show is going to eat my brain hahaha. Some of my friends are super into it and have sent me a couple clips here and there and I’ve unintentionally written meta off the cuff and they lose their shit. I’m looking forward to devouring it eventually.

As for ones I’m just sort of casually into... I never finished Legend of Korra (not yet anyway), but I loved and appreciated Korrasami because again, who doesn’t. Similarly, I could get behind Kate Bishop / America Chavez in my Young Avengers days, and Peggy / Angie from Agent Carter. From very far away, I salute the Supergirl fandom, because I know Kara/Lena would make me foam at the mouth if I was at all into watching it and I’m rooting for those crazy kids.

My last humble offerings...

Movie recs:

Portrait of a Lady On Fire (which I know most people have seen by now), though warning that it’s very bittersweet or sad. Please, PLEASE watch Colette if you have not; that movie is very important to me, and it is both sapphic and gender. Likewise, please watch Professor Marston and the Wonder Women, which is based on a true story and involves an m/f/f polyamorous relationship.

Niche fic recs because people deserve to read these:

Sharon/Natasha fic that is vastly underrated and I love it, and Eleven/Max fic from Stranger Things that lives rent free in my brain. (I think Will/Mike is endgame in that show and the parallels between Will and Eleven do make me wonder if they’ll make her gay too.) These are literally the only fics for either of these ships I have ever read. And of course, this genderbent f/f 1950s Johnlock case fic which will kick your ass. You’re welcome in advance.

Thank you again for asking! 💜

[just-the-mage]

Review-Love Death + Robots (Pt 1. Episodes 1-4)

So here we are again.  You, dear readers, and I, a mostly defunct tumblr page.  I was thinking...I’ve written a few reviews on here before, and I’ve rather enjoyed myself to be honest.  So until RP starts up again for me, I’m going to grab some popcorn and start reviewing some of the media I’ve been indulging in during this exceptionally fun pandemic we’ve all been saddled with (and are becoming increasingly more and more used to as time goes on).  Here we go! 

Spoilers incoming! I don’t like to discuss a show without going through it entirely-no stone unturned.  You have been warned! 

Love Death + Robots is a compilation series-each episode is self-contained content, based on what I have experienced thus far.  The content varies wildly from cute and sweet to surreal, to horrific.  For right now I’m going to stick with the first four episodes since they are fresh in my mind.  

Episode 1: Three Robots

Three robots shows a short adventure shared by, you guessed it-Three robots exploring the crumbling remains of human society.  It comes across as three tourists making their way through an area that they are completely unfamiliar with, attempting to define and understand elements of the environment as humans once did.  Their analysis and attempts to understand not only human culture, but also basic human biology, were entertaining to say the least.  Each robot has flair, character, and a their own take on humans and humanity.  Over the course of the episode, the fall of mankind is referenced a few times, being initially explained as a mass extinction due to environmental disasters (global warming is probably a factor-one of the buildings has an entire ship sticking out of it).  However, the twist ending throws that whole theory into question once the cat that has been accompanying the robots for the last leg of their journey reveals itself as capable of speech.  And, interestingly enough...being in possession of opposable thumbs.  It was certainly unexpected, and a bit odd-the cat (and its many, many brethren) manage to finish out the episode by convincing the robots that if the robots do not pet them, the cats may explode.  I will say that the ending, though it was rather silly and fitting with the tone, felt like an out of place twist intended mostly to give a bit of closure to a story that had no real need to have an ending.  It felt a little out-of-left field, at least to me.

This first episode, I think, is one that I could recommend to a much more general audience than almost all of the other content of the show.  It’s whimsical and cute, despite inhabiting such a grim setting (and grim it is-post apocalyptic is not taken lightly here.  There are plenty of corpses, some skeletal and some not quite so much.  At least one of them appears to have died by suicide).  I found it to be a nice addition and a good introduction to ease people into the tone of the show.  Definitely give this one a watch, even if the ending sort of comes from nowhere. 

Episode 2: Beyond the Aquila Rift

This episode was definitely a change of pace from the first.  It begins as a high science fiction story starring a hunky, middle aged man and his two crewmates, making some sort of cargo run (?) through a wormhole of some kind, but promptly finding themselves in a completely different place from what they expected.  Hunky space captain wakes up first, finding that he is greeted by an old friend (read: lover) of his, who explains that there was a navigation error that led them off course-way off course.  They’re in a completely different area than they expected.  The ship’s navigator wakes as well, swearing that there couldn’t have been an error in her calculations, but seems ill and is placed back in her future tech cryopod to rest.  Space captain man then bangs it out with his ex-lover (Greta) in a scene that was almost definitely written by a man, and she reveals to him that she lied, and that him and his crew are actually hundreds of light-years further off course than they had thought they were, basically dashing any hopes that he could have of returning to his old life.  The two then wake the navigator again, who immediately starts ranting that ‘Greta’ isn’t who she says she is.  At this point, enough clues have been given that the captain catches up with the audience (it was all a simulation the whole time), and he confronts Greta, demanding that she reveal herself as she truly is.  She does, after some prodding-and the captain finds himself in an infested husk of a ship, aged and haggard, obviously dying of starvation.  Greta reveals herself as a lovely spider-beast, and the captain wakes up from his pod again-back in his comfortable illusion once more.  

I love the premise of this one.  Crazy aliens and shit like this is a huge draw for me-sci-fi horror is probably my favorite subgenre of horror when it’s done well.  I would count this episode as doing it pretty well.  They don’t go into much techno-babble, which I think is a pitfall for some sci-fi stories.  The writers are well aware that we aren’t spending too long in this world, so we don’t need to know much about the rules under which it operates outside of ‘computer mistake your ship fly here.’  The twist ending didn’t end up being too much of a twist-in my opinion there were too many clues given throughout the episode to make it that much of a surprise that things weren’t as they seemed.  The odds of this man meeting his ex-lover in the infinitesimal reaches of space just by chance were a bit too impossible to make it believable-and the navigator was far too convinced that her work couldn’t be incorrect.  In the end, it was an expected twist, but still pretty jarring.  Execution is pretty good overall though-and the sex scene is pretty decent as well, even if its strictly a dude-fantasy thing.  Also, call me a sucker for cool looking beasties, but I adore the design on spider-Greta.  That’s a lady right there for you.  

Episode 3: Ice Age

The only live action episode I’ve seen so far-this one gives an *entirely* different tone than the majority of the other episodes in the series.  Topher Grace and Mary Elizabeth Winstead happen upon a lost civilization that exists entirely within their refrigerator.  They watch in awe as it develops incredibly quickly-hundreds of years passing within the civilization in roughly an hour or so of real time.  What starts in the morning as a town in the viking ages eventually develops into a modern society, almost destroys itself with nukes, and then rebuilds from the ashes into a fully futuristic society that quickly ascends beyond physical form, appearing to disperse itself into the cosmos, no longer bound by such petty rules as the laws of physics.  A disappointed Topher asks if they’ll return-to which he receives a sad ‘no’ from his partner.  It seems all is lost, and the couple go to bed for the night-only to find that the cycle has restarted overnight, and they probably won’t be able to keep any frozen chicken in the freezer for quite some time.

This one is probably one of my favorites of the series so far.  It’s fairly well acted, but the real beauty of the episode is getting to watch the mini-civilization develop itself in a glorious time lapse-the work that must’ve gone into it must have been monumental, to be honest.  The final product certainly felt that way, in any case.  What I also found fascinating was a specific scene in which the protagonists were abandoned in place of some of the tiny denizens of the lost civilization-which made me realize exactly how slow the ‘normal sized people’s’ actions must have looked to the diminutive people of this rapidly developing society.  Reminiscent of the earth’s motion in relation to our own perception-and reinforcing the concept that to an individual, perception is everything. 

Episode 4:  Sonnie’s Edge 

This episode opens with three people transporting mysterious cargo into a heavily guarded complex, quickly encountering and interacting with a ‘bigwig’ of sorts with a beautiful woman on his arm.  Through context clues the audience is easily able to discover that the three (pictured above) are here for a fight-and that their cargo is their fighter, a living creature of obviously immense proportion.  The bigwig asks the team to throw the fight, and they refuse, even after he offers a large amount of money.  (It’s worth mentioning that during this scene, ‘Sonnie’, the leader and controller of the beast fighter, shares an EXTREMELY homosexual gaze with the bigwig’s beautiful lady friend.  Don’t think I didn’t notice the setup, because I definitely noticed the payoff, even though it was rudely interrupted).  Sonnie and her teammates enter the ring, setting up as it appears that she will be piloting her fighter in some way.  Her opponent is also introduced, though he is hardly important in the story-imagine a cake of beef with a big sticker on him that says ‘mysogyny’ in bold print.  What follows is one of the most brutal fight scenes I’ve seen in animation (this is just my personal opinion though).  These creatures fucking tear each other to shreds, with Sonnie’s beast only just barely emerging as the victor, tearing the opposing fighter’s head clean from its body.  The bigwig is obviously angry, as is Sonnie’s opponent, and Sonnie and her team retires to a hotel room of sorts, with the exception of Sonnie-who slips away into the room that houses her fighter, promptly encountering the beauty from earlier! (Payoff time)..and it gets gay.  Fast.  I love me some wlw content, and there’s some nice tension here, right up until the beauty stabs Sonnie through the head.  Rude.  The bigwig reveals himself, which was a bit of a surprise-the part of me that hadn’t seen much of this show yet was hoping for a fluffy little happy ending.  It wasn’t to be though..after the beauty crushes Sonnie’s skull, the two promptly realize that ‘Sonnie’ wasn’t Sonnie at all-just some biotech.  The *real* Sonnie...was the fighter, the whole time.  Who promptly makes short work of both the beauty and the bigwig, (implied), in what I can only describe as the most satisfying moment in the series that I’ve seen thus far.  

This was easily my favorite episode of the show, and has continued to be, and I assume will continue to be my favorite through the rest of the series.  It’s not just because of the lesbian rep (my people!), or the misogynists getting fucking destroyed, but the strength of the reveal, the choreography of the fight scene, and the *power* of the protagonist.  I love her.  I love her sooo much.  We are seamlessly introduced into the world, shown a woman who has been beaten, scarred, faced sexual abuse, and she remade herself into a being of pure power.  She fought back, and *look how she fights back*.  I cannot describe just how much of a cheer-worthy moment it was to watch the smug smile be summarily wiped from the face of the bigwig.  I *love* seeing a villain who has full confidence in their victory suddenly realize that they don’t have the upper hand anymore...and that they are, in fact, absolutely screwed.  This was one of those wonderful, wonderful moments, and I can think of nobody more deserving than this villain of being torn to shreds.  This was an A+ episode for sure-100% recommend this one for anyone who can handle a bit of gore.  

Thank you so much for reading!  This is only part 1...more to come!        

[punksarahreese]

People are actually shipping Marjan with a character she's had practically zero onscreen contact with over the trans man she's actually being set up to be in a relationship with, huh? Fucking terf piece of shit.

So the funny thing is I’m absolutely not transphobic! You can identify however you want!! And love whoever you want!! As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone and it makes you happy/comfortable and everyone involved is consenting? It’s all good <3 Trans and nonbinary people are so valid and I really wish you wouldn’t come onto my page and try to insinuate that I believe any t*rf or r*dfem bullshit because that’s a fucking lie and it’s rather insulting that you’d dare say that

As a lesbian, I write primarily wlw ships. It’s a headcanon, my dear, it doesn’t have to be real or canon. I love Paul and Marjan but I don’t often write heterosexual romance, nor do I often write mlm content, because I’m a lesbian. It’s not me being transphobic it’s actually me trying to avoid writing for couples I don’t have experience with in writing or in real life. Just like how I wouldn’t write about Paul’s experiences as a transman because I’m not trans and I wouldn’t want to take away from actual trans voices. When I write for Marjan I do my research and try and be as respectful as I can while writing a Muslim woman because I am not Muslim. I don’t talk about her hair or reference anything I don’t know about or am not educated on because it’s not my place. I would do the same when I write heterosexual ships, I just haven’t at this point in time.

Also, are you referencing my most recent fic with Marjan and Nancy? Because I never said it was romantic in that sense, it was just Marjan comforting her teammate and friend. Nancy experienced a horrible thing in 2x2 and she was the closest person to Tim, but since she isn’t a main character they probably won’t talk about how she’s coping or anything much more in the show. Marjan is always comforting the 126 when bad things happen, we’ve seen it in both seasons so of course she’s help Nancy. So I wrote something where Nancy’s teammate is comforting her because THATS WHAT FRIENDS DO WHEN BAD THINGS HAPPEN.

Moreover, who cares if I write for Michelle/Marjan or Nancy/Marjan or Nancy/Michelle? It’s fan fiction, I never claimed it to be canon and I never will. This is my account and I enjoy writing for what I do. It’s people like you in fandoms that make content creators feel like shit for no reason.

I think maybe you should ask yourself why you feel the need to attack people on the internet and make horrible claims. Why not go attack real t*rfs who deserve this shit? I’ve seen you send a similar ask to Glow and it’s just bullshit. Leave me and my mutuals alone please. Take a step back and remember that just because you’re anonymous doesn’t mean your words don’t impact others. Take a deep breath, go drink some water, and grow up, my friend.

And never come onto my or my friends pages equating us to hate groups ever again <3

[qionow]

Status Quo

They had one rule: don’t offend anyone. 

Political get-togethers could easily ruin a nation’s reputation if they expressed an opinion too controversial in the eyes of those attending. Especially if said eyes held a more conservative view of the world. 

So naturally, Italy and Romana decide to bring their girlfriends along with them. 

(also happy pride y’all, enjoy some wlw content in the form of “don’t talk to me or my bottom ever again”: the fic)

There were certainly worse ways to spend a Friday night, but being forced to attend a formal party filled with old politicians and exhausted diplomats wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world for Italy either. 

If it were up to her, then she would have slept right through the evening and let the political disaster that started at seven play out on its own without her. But unfortunately, this was something she didn’t have a choice in, so Italy relegated herself to looking around for any signs of free food and smiling at whoever’s eye she happened to catch as she made her way through the crowd.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” 

Italy paused when she caught Germany’s muttered question, glancing up to see a pair of pale blue eyes scanning the room with no hidden amount of apprehension. 

“Mhm!” Italy replied breezily, squeezing their interlocked hands lightly. “Don’t worry about it!” 

However, Germany did have a fair reason to look so concerned. 

Italy really didn’t draw much attention to herself compared to the rest of the people at the party. Someone like her bouncing around in a dress and heels wasn’t exactly the most threatening thing in the world, after all. 

But a tall German woman in a full suit was about as far on the opposite side of the spectrum you could get from that image. 

“I thought your boss specifically said to be more conservative this time around,” Germany muttered, briefly ducking her head when they passed a small group whose conversation notably silenced as soon as she was within hearing distance.

Still, Italy waved her off with her free hand for that, her relentlessly sunny attitude in full swing. “That’s what he told me to do! You can do whatever you want!” 

She made to start her brisk pace again, but her smile slowly dropped when she caught the persistent hesitation on Germany’s face. Easing Germany’s anxiety was a much more strenuous task compared to tackling her own worries, but there was no way Italy was going to let this loom over her lover’s shoulders for the rest of the night.

That thought was all she needed to change their course in order to usher them both into one of the less populated corners of the room, pulling Germany along with her until they were tucked away from the bulk of the crowd. 

“What’s wrong, cara?” 

Even when Italy tried to catch her gaze, Germany’s eyes still wandered over to the rest of the room every so often with clear caution.

“I’m just worried about you,” she finally answered, voice hushed and nearly drowned out in the chatter of the room.

Italy paused. 

That wasn’t what she had thought would be the problem.

“Me?” She pointed back to herself and received a small nod in confirmation, which did absolutely nothing to explain the situation to her. “Germany, why on earth would you be worried about me?” 

She could tell it was getting harder for Germany to fully verbalize her thoughts as she pursed her lips, visibly tensing up the longer the silence dragged on.

“Well,” she started slowly, pressing her lips together once before she managed to continue. “You’re here with me. And this isn’t a very welcoming crowd.” 

When Italy only stared back at her though, Germany let out a frustrated sigh and crossed her arms. 

“I don’t want someone to try and go after you because of me.” 

The exasperation in her voice was evident, but Italy still caught the undertone of worry that laced that simple sentence together. 

“Monika.” Italy reached out to pull at Germany’s arm, forcing them to uncross enough for her to take her hand and intertwine their fingers together. “That’s not going to happen.” 

“But-” 

“I mean it.” 

Italy made sure to cut off that train of thought as soon as Germany opened her mouth, squeezing her hand in a silent request to let her continue.

“You’re scary enough already. Nobody’s going to bother you or me,” she went on. “And if they do, then you can just beat them up!” 

Germany sighed, but Italy could have sworn she saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes and she knew she was going in the right direction as soon as she did.

“Marzia, I can’t do that here.” 

“That’s ok!” Italy channeled all of the enthusiastic determination she was known for so she could beam up at Germany with the confidence she hoped to instill in her. “I’ll just beat them up for you!” 

Germany only stared at her at first, total shock written all over her face before she dropped her head. It was hard to pick up, but Italy still managed to catch the faint chuckle she let out.

When Germany finally looked up at her, a small smile tugged the corner of her lips up and that sight alone was enough to make Italy melt on the spot. 

“That’s what you’re going to do?” she mused, a teasing curl to her words that Italy rarely heard from her. 

Italy’s cheeks hurt with the force of her grin as she nodded her head fast enough to nearly whip herself in the face with her ponytail.

“Yup! That’s why you don’t have to worry about what you’re wearing!” Italy was sure that her relief was clear as day, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to care at the moment. “Besides, you look good!”

She took a moment to eye the way the sharp lines of Germany’s dark black suit jacket framed her broad shoulders ever so nicely, tight sleeves clinging to a set of very strong arms.

“Really good.” 

Germany shook her head, but she was still much more relaxed than when the night first started and Italy was nothing short of thrilled for that accomplishment.

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to see you two here!” 

And that relaxed state was gone in a flash as a man Italy had never seen before clapped a hand on both of their shoulders. “I’m sure it was hard to make it, with all your work nowadays!” 

Italy was quick to smile back in an attempt to draw his attention to her when Germany visibly tensed up under his grip. It would be safe to assume that he was some politician looking to widen his social network and Germany’s less-than-warm response would undoubtedly send the wrong message if that was the case. 

“It’s no problem!” she replied cheerfully. “We’re just glad we get to come!” 

That was certainly the right move when the man let out a loud laugh, briefly shaking them both before he finally let go. “That’s what I like to hear!” 

He reached over to nudge Germany, a friendly curve to his grin as he beamed her with obvious delight despite her stiff posture.

“It’s good to see you out and about too, Ludwig! I’m sure our little Italy here had a hand in that though!” 

Italy's smile dropped. 

When she looked over to Germany, she caught the silent question she was asking her when her eyes flickered over to the politician before they met hers again. Italy didn’t even have to think before she gave her a nod in return.

She had never been so happy to let Germany take the lead before when she saw the way Germany drew herself back into a familiar stoic expression that was much more composed and much more intimidating. 

“My name is Monika.” 

Italy vaguely registered the fact that the man’s smile dropped in record time, especially when there were more pressing issues to concern herself with.

Germany on her own already had a commanding enough presence with her sharp blue eyes and broad stature, about as close to the embodiment of military power that one could get in a person. But now, that power was on full display as she clasped her hands behind her back and glared down at the man in front of her, practically radiating strength from every inch of her body. 

And Italy was absolutely smitten with her. 

The politician who was currently facing Germany’s silent wrath didn’t seem to share the same opinion though. 

“Ah, of course.” He cleared his throat, glancing off to the side when Germany had yet to break eye contact with him. “Right. I mean-I heard that you would be coming, but I thought you would just look a little more, you know-” 

He waved a hand towards Germany, although that hand quickly retracted itself when Germany’s expression didn’t change.

“I don’t.” Germany said slowly, voice lowering dangerously into a tone that was more suitable for addressing a soldier than a guest at a party. “Would you like to elaborate?” 

That was as clear of a challenge as Italy had ever heard from her, which the politician certainly caught onto as well if the way his face paled had anything to say about it.

“Oh no, no, I’ve taken up enough of your time already,” he fumbled out, shaking his head with a faltering attempt at a polite smile. “I’ll just, um, be on my way.” 

He was quick to excuse himself with an awkward attempt at a wave before he retreated back into the safety of the crowd, vanishing from sight in an impressively short amount of time. 

But even after he left, it took a while for the cold look on Germany’s face to completely melt away as she let out a tense sigh, closing her eyes in order to bring a hand up to her temples.

“Do I really look like Ludwig?”  

Italy couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter from escaping her chest at that point, clutching onto Germany’s arm for dear life so she could keep herself steady. 

“What?” 

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing!” 

Germany raised an eyebrow at her giggling fit, which only served to send Italy right back into a barely comprehensible mess.

“Italy.”

“I’m sorry!” Italy wheezed out. “It’s just-you were so worried about us getting hurt! Us!” 

Germany let out a quiet exhale as Italy slowly managed to pull herself back together, the last of her hiccuping laughter forced away to leave behind a broad grin. “I suppose you were right then.” 

“See?” The smile on Italy’s face was probably the most genuine one she had done all night. “There’s nothing to worry about!”

Germany let out a hum, although it wasn’t quite in full agreement. 

Luckily for her, Italy knew exactly how to change that. 

“Hey.” 

Once she had Germany’s attention, Italy pushed herself up onto the balls of her feet in order to press a kiss to her cheek, rocking back down with the hope that all of the fondness in her chest was properly translated. “You’re still my Monika, ok?” 

And oh, she knew that message was sent loud and clear when Germany’s face burst into a fiery red, quickly ducking her head in a hopeless attempt to hide her blush. 

Italy’s smile widened as she reached down to interlace their hands together once more, tugging Germany back through the crowd with pure delight.

After all, the night would only last so long and she still had a very lovely German sweetheart to show off to the rest of the guests. 

~~

Romana didn’t even know why she was here. 

Italy was more than capable of handling social events on her own, so the reason why her boss decided to loop her into this was a complete mystery to her. 

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had cursed him out in his own office a few days ago. Maybe it didn’t. 

Like she said, a complete mystery.

“I think that’s another one for ‘close friends.’”

Romana promptly found herself snapped out of her thoughts, glancing over at Spain, who was currently typing away at her phone. “Why the hell are you keeping track?” 

“I just thought it would be funny!” Spain replied easily, shooting a broad grin down at Romana. “Do you want to see what we got so far?” 

“No.” 

Spain’s smile never faltered despite Romana’s curt answer, leaning down to hold her phone out. “Are you sure?” 

Romana's gaze flickered down once, then twice before she snatched Spain’s phone out of her hands with a few muttered insults. She chose to ignore Spain’s light laughter in favor of studying the messy notes on the screen in front of her instead. 

According to the data, three people had mistaken them for waitresses, four people had asked where their husbands were, one poor bastard thought they were sisters, and a whole twelve guests had somehow gotten the impression that they were “close friends.” 

Although, given the fact that Spain was currently decked in a dark crimson dress and a full face of makeup compared to the walking manifestation of butch fashion that was Germany, Romana really couldn’t blame them. 

That didn’t mean that Spain was completely modest with her choice of fashion though. 

“Excuse me, but would you two happen to be Spain and Romana, by any chance?” 

Romana glanced up from Spain’s phone to meet the service-ready smile of some woman in front of them, likely an underpaid and overworked secretary if she had to place her bets. 

“That’s us!” Spain chirped back, plucking her phone from Romana in one fluid motion. “Is there something you needed?”

“Oh no, I just wanted to drop by and say hi.” The woman’s smile softened into something more genuine. “You two look wonderful tonight.” 

Spain’s bubbly enthusiasm riled itself back up in full force at that.

“Thank you!” she replied easily. “You look great too! I love your dress!”

When the secretary looked over to her, Romana jerked her head in a quick nod of agreement, which thankfully seemed to be enough to avoid coming off as a complete brat. 

“It’s not anything special, just something I picked up a while ago,” the woman laughed, waving her off with polite modesty. However, once her eyes trailed down to Spain’s right hand, her smile quickly morphed into a concerned frown. “Oh! Um, I think you broke your nails there.” 

“Hmm?” Spain peered down at her hand with faux curiosity and Romana had to physically resist the urge to groan when she held her fingers up. “Do you mean these?” 

Romana didn’t know when Spain had gotten her nails done or who had even agreed to do them for her with the stunt she pulled off because really, having your index and middle fingers painted and clipped strikingly short compared to the length of the rest of your nails was a bold move for a formal party.

It was stupid and it was embarassing and it was exactly the kind of thing that Spain would try to get away with.

“Don’t worry, these were on purpose! They do come in pretty handy after all!” 

The woman tilted her head to the side with obvious confusion and Romana was tempted to beg for her to leave before the full force of Spain’s dramatics could be unveiled. 

“On purpose?” she repeated, the connection obviously miles away from being formed in her head at that point. “What would you need them that short for?” 

Spain only flipped her hand over so her palm was to the ceiling, curling her index and middle fingers towards her in a come hither motion with a completely innocent and wildly inappropriate smile. 

Romana had seen a wide variety of reactions that night ranging from complete obliviousness to awkward discomfort and some kind of emotion within that range was what she was expecting, especially with how nice the secretary had been thus far.

But seeing her face twist with pure disgust was the one reaction that Romana had yet to see and that was where she was going to draw the line.

“You got a fucking problem with that?” Romana snapped, crossing her arms with a scowl. 

“Do I-” The woman quickly met Romana’s glare with a disapproving frown that made Romana’s blood boil. “Of course not! There’s just no reason for you two to be putting this in everyone’s face is all.”

Romana would swear to this day that her temper had never jumped up so quickly before in her life.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“I mean that this is a formal event and there are certain rules to abide by,” she replied firmly, passive hostility dripping from every word that came out of her mouth. “I assumed you would have a little more modesty. It does bring up questions about your integrity as a nation.”

The secretary’s critical gaze drifted down to where the hem of Romana’s dress rested against her thighs.

“And as a woman.”

Oh, did Romana have some thoughts about that little comment.

“You fucking-”

The only thing that stopped Romana from reaching over and strangling the woman herself was the fact that Spain had shot her arm out to stop her from stepping forward, the friendly look on her face looking decidedly more strained than before.

“Roma, why don’t you go look around for a minute?” Spain’s tone seemed to offer less of an offer and more of a command at that point. “I’ll come find you later.” 

She really just wanted to argue and have at the secretary herself, but her mouth snapped itself shut once she caught the hard glint in Spain’s eyes. 

“Fine,” she spat out, glaring at the woman who seemed to be under the impression that she had somehow won here.

Romana didn’t say a word to correct her as she marched right back off into the crowd, glancing back just in time to see Spain’s smile drop into a cold glare. 

Sure, she wanted to chew that excuse of a guest out herself, but she knew that Spain would have that handled without her and that was enough of a victory in her opinion.

~~

Romana turned when she heard the faint clicking of heels against the floor, looking up just in time to see Spain heading right towards her with a bright smile. 

“I’m back!” Spain called out cheerfully, leaning down to press a messy kiss to the top of her head. “Sorry that took a while!” 

“Whatever.” Romana rolled her eyes when Spain wrapped an arm around her waist. “I can handle that shit on my own, you know.”

“I know, I know,” Spain cooed back. “I just got a little carried away. She shouldn’t have said that about you.”

“Right.” Romana’s attention was already fixed on the hand that was currently pressing her body right next to Spain’s. “Are you going to do this for the rest of the night?” 

“Yup!” 

Romana glanced up, ready to find the familiar sight of a teasing grin on Spain’s face only to find complete determination. 

She let out a groan, slapping her hands up to cover her face. Of course, she had forgotten exactly how hard it was to shake Spain’s protective mood off once she really got into it. “No.” 

Spain frowned, mouth already open to protest. “But-” 

“No.” 

“How about ten minutes?” she finally bartered, already quirking her lip out in a rather impressive attempt at looking like a kicked puppy. “Please?” 

Romana’s first instinct was to give her a hard no, but now that she thought about it, it really wasn’t so bad, being this close to Spain. With her mood, she would definitely be more than safe from anyone else who decided to make a scene. And while she would never admit it out loud, it did feel nice to have Spain dote on her so much. 

But Spain didn’t need to know that.

“Fine.” 

The speed with which Spain brightened up as soon as Romana muttered that word was honestly astonishing to see in person. 

“Yes! Thank you!” Spain chirped, leaning down again to press a messy kiss to her cheek, even if she was grinning too widely in order to do it properly. 

Despite the less than ideal attempt, Romana still didn’t move to push Spain’s head away. “Shut up.”

But now that the hectic moment had died down, Romana found that she still had a question that had remained unanswered.

“What the hell did you even say?”

Spain paused, glancing at Romana quizzically. “To her?” 

When Romana nodded, Spain laughed, but she still caught a glimpse of that lingering irritation behind her smile as her grip tightened ever so slightly.

“You don’t need to worry about that, Roma.” 

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The Florentine Lady

Folks, the wlw story set in the Italian Renaissance suggested by @scottishqueer for the wlw writing project continues. Time to introduce the mysterious Florentine lady, wife of a brilliant architect.

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Previous chapter: After The Storm

Previous series: Ancient Greece

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A few days later, I pay a visit to my most wondrous tailor and commission him a series of accessories for both my costume and Riccardo's: we have to be impeccable! He winks at me and assures me he will do everything within his power to turn them into wonders that will catch the eye of the Duke himself. I love masquerade balls so much and I count the hours until when I will finally put my Flora costume on.

I'm smiling on my way back to the castle for my card match with my dear mother-in-law. I'm basking in my carefree happiness and in the gorgeous sun shining bright today that it takes me a moment to notice a blonde figure admiring the castle from the edge of the bridge. She doesn't take a step in? Is she scared off by the guards? What a missed chance!

"You chose the best angle to admire the Duke's castle, ma'am" I say as I approach, hoping to give her the little push she needs.

Oh, I startle her, poor thing! She looks behind her and notices me. I smile at her and she turns back towards the castle.

"So this is the best angle..."

To my surprise, she sounds skeptical. What she says next irritates me even more.

"Is this all your castle has to offer?"

A sudden realisation hits me. I laugh. But of course!

"Ah, you must be the new Florentine lady"

She turns back towards me as if I stang her with a needle.

"My fame precedes me, I see"

"Indeed it does, milady" I confirm, mocking a curtesy.

She rolls her eyes and laughs bitterly.

"It doesn't sound like good news by the way you talk to me"

"Well, it's surprisingly easy for ladies with an attitude to get a reputation" I observe with pretended nonchalance.

"Do you think I have an attitude?" she asks and she looks genuinely confused, only slightly annoyed by the implication.

"You? And who would ever say that? You've just arrived, we'll have to wait and see. Fare ye well, fair lady of Florence" I answer, walking past her to enter the castle, my home.

I'm pretty proud of my witticism: I put her in her place, I'm quite sure of that. God knows, maybe for once Maria is right: the new lady is no fun. And no fun is not the right attitude to have in Ferrara.

The day after I entertain my friends with my accidental encounter with the Florentine and we laugh of it. She certainly has guts: we're not Rome the Great nor her Florence but our Duchy is the peak of modernity. She should know: isn't her husband working with Biagio Rossetti, the genius moulding our lively city into something new, unprecedented? The most talented artists decorate our palaces and our gatherings are blessed with the finest music. We're second to no one. Not even Florence, superb arrogant Florence.

But it's getting late, time to attend the evening mass. As we head to the Cathedral, I spot Riccardo standing in the main square. I wave at him and beckon him to join us. He obliges after pressing a kiss on my lips. On our way back to the castle, we walk arm in arm a few steps ahead of my friends. He confides me that when I saw him, he had just taken his leave from the architect and his wife.

"A remarkable man, if you ask him: I'm glad Duke Alfonso didn't turn a merchant's ear to Biagio's request and invited him to join the enterprise. He's a true artist, a man already thinking in future terms, so to speak. Excellent addition to our court"

"And what about her?" I inquiry. "What do you think of the lady?"

"His wife?" he says, furrowing his brows before shrugging. "She doesn't talk much but she seems a fine lady"

"If you say so..." I giggle as we set foot on the castle's bridge.

I couldn't possibly foresee that a few days later he would ask me to show the Florentine around. The city, the churches...or invite her to join the sewing circle or "whatever gathering you women do". My first question is "why?", the second "why me?". But he's already heading to his meeting with the Duke. He just says something about being a good neighbour and introducing her to court. Before I can protest, he's out of the door.

I sigh in resignation. The idea of spending time with the architect's wife is the opposite of thrilling but I know my husband. He's as stubborn as a mule: if I refuse, he will keep asking until I eventually surrender out of exasperation. So, I grab a quibble and write a note.

The next day she's waiting for me in the garden. She picked a crimson dress that certainly was in vague in Florence but not here. It suits her, though. I put on my best practised smile and greet here. We chat a little but soon an uncomfortable silence falls so I suggest we go on our walk, lady...

"Your friends didn't even tell you my name? Nor your husband?" she asks, amused and bitter.

I'm forced to recognise that this is exactly what happened. I refrain from admitting it though.

"I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I forgot it but they must have surely-" I start but she cuts me short.

"No reason in lying to me. I just thought..." she sighs in defeat. "I just thought they did"

Then she looks at me.

"It's Cristina. My name's Cristina"

I refrain from saying it's a lovely name, fearing she would take my words as forced kindness.

"Emilia" I only say, smiling apologetically and offering her my hand to shake.

I suddenly feel uncomfortable: it's not going well and we haven't even started our walk. Thank God, the feeling eases as we wander through the streets of Ferrara. I share stories and facts, even if I'm sure Riccardo would have been a better guide. I ask her about her parentage: she tells me her mother is French, from Alsace. She's never been to France but she can speak the language properly. She has two sisters and a two brother, the oldest one lives in Spain.

"He's a diplomat, just like your husband" she explains.

As we talk, we reach the area where her husband works: I ask her if she would like to have a look even if there's still little to see. The new boulevards are shaping though. She agrees and I start a passionate speech about the exciting times we live in.

"Do you ever feel lucky to live in a time like now? I do. I mean, look at this city, at these streets: they're changing and we can't yet foresee the final result but you can tell a new...world is rising. It's here, underneath the surface and enterprises like the Addizione are bringing it to life. Enough with those narrow filthy alleys, let's have light and space and fresh air instead. Let's expand the borders of our gaze. Your husband is lucky to work firsthand in this enterprise" I note with proud excitement.

She keeps quiet though, so I continue. I don't get why she doesn't sound thrilled too.

"Even our world is broadening. You were speaking of France, Spain...what about the West Indies? Oh, lucky those who can set sails towards them! We hosted an explorer at court once, he brought back the most curious objects and even a bird with extravagant colours! He shared stories of those lands, he said it's like a terrestrial Eden, can you believe that?"

I sigh contently.

"It's exciting how so many things are changing all at once..."

"And we don't get to take part to any of it"

Her voice is somber just like the look on her face.

"Well, we can always enjoy the view and breathe in these winds of change. I'll tell you what? We'll take a walk down these new boulevards when they're done and we'll keep walking until we reach the fields outside the city. We'll pick flowers and make flower jewels out of them! God, I hope I still remember how, I haven't braided flower crowns since I was a child" I suggest, hoping my enthusiasm may be infectious.

"Sure, we can...watch all of it from afar"

Alas, it's not. Cristina doesn't look comforted nor cheered up by my words. She wanders forward and rests her hand on a raw stone at the top of a pile. The builders are working down the road and left them here. Her slender fingers gently grazed the stone as if it was a dear friend. When she speaks again, her voice is filled with such melancholy my chest tightens.

"I envy my husband, you know. There are days he hates his job but he doesn't understand how lucky he is. He has a purpose and a place in the world, this fascinating, changing world, as you say. He sits at his desk and knows he will leave a mark, his signature in the world to come. He touches this stone and knows it will be positioned right there, near that tree. He will be an actor of this modernity not a...paying spectator sitting quietly in the dark of a theatre"

She takes a pause before adding grimly:

"I have no purpose nor a place in the world. My days are empty, filled by mindless occupations that are supposed to make the passage of time more bearable. But I feel so lonely and worthless. When I die, I will walk away from this world like a...shadow. Nothing more. A shadow vanishing into the void"

"Oh, Cristina, what are you saying? What brought such sad thoughts on?" I smile weakly, walking closer.

She turns towards me and searches my eyes. I don't know what she hopes to find on my face.

"Don't you envy your husband, Emilia? He's among the advisors of the Duke, he guides him into taking decisions that shape the future of the city and the whole Duchy. He's a diplomat, he's in touch with the most prominent members of society all over the world, royalties, the Pope, nobles...he can influence history. Don't you envy him?"

I take her hands into mine and give them a squeeze.

"You are not lonely. Not as you think...I-I can be your friend. We started off on the wrong foot but let's leave it behind us, huh? It's never too late to start a friendship"

I give her an encouraging smile as she ponders my words. Then she winces, slowly retrieving her hands.

"But you don't understand me"

We walk back to the castle in complete silence. When we arrive there, I offer to have someone escorting her to her place but she shakes her head and refuses. She thanks me for showing her around and walks away before I can formulate an answer. Soon she disappears into the crowd gathering around the market nearby. I shake my head too and walk inside, but her melancholy affected me.

[sakurasimpnation]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers.

Ooh, thanks for the ask! (I love your content sm omg)

1. Reading!! I read all the time. Anywhere, any time, if u know me irl youll always catch me smiling/laughing/being on the verge of tears at the shi i download on my phone (mostly fanfics bc i cant get as emotionally invested in characters in novels tbh)

2. Female characters. Content that i read or consume ALWAYS has to have well-written female characters or else i wont be as invested. Give me any fandom that im in and ill give you women whos characters are basically my role model/s, even though i enjoy male-centric works, ill always gravitate towards the nearest woman and hold on for dear life bc i love reading about women struggling, failing, succeeding, and feeling emotions. (Which is why i read more het/wlw content and it made me feel guilty at first that i couldnt enjoy mlm just as much)

3. Gaming videos. Especially ones from kubz scouts, jacksepticeye, markiplier, cryaotic, cory kenshin, and (old) pewdiepie. The mixture of a good video game, commentary, and a whole bunch of personality makes the whole watch experience much better and it makes me happy.

4. Cold places. I live in a country where its hot all the fcuking time and whenever there's a particular night wherebits chilly or an incoming storm, just whenever i feel that chill i just get a burst of happiness idk why. Ive been to countries where its cold too and from experience i like the mid-autumn cold the best.

5. Food. Ive never been picky with food bc i love almost everything. All types of vegetables, all types of sauce, bitter, spicy, sweet, burnt. ALL OF IT. Ever since i was a child i always ate a lot and i love it when i try something ive never tasted before or if its something my dad ate while hes on a different country.

This one's gonna be really personal and a real fcuking downer from here on out so just skip this if u dont want to read abt this topic or just me oversharing in tumblr lol (tw: mentions of eating disorder) So i have a love/hate relationship with food bc you know, eating a lot leads to gaining a lot of chub lol. And for a while it didnt matter at all bc i was considered curvier and ive always been told that they want my body type bc i eat so much yet i look a certain way. And then suddenly i wasnt anymore. I didnt think it would bother me that much, but it did and for years ive been exercising obsessively and doing bad things to my body that i hope wouldnt have permanent consequences for me in the future. And then i decided i no longer wanted a swolen throat, or digestive issues, etc. My self recovery isnt linear but i have my fandoms, friends and family to help me along the way.