#femslash pairings

[hepalien]

Hey rarepair shippers, I'm about to change your lives.

The AO3 Primary Ship Search add-on for Firefox (it's called AO3 First Tag Search for Chrome) adds this little checkbox to the AO3 advanced search page

And if you check the box, the search only returns fics where the pairing you entered is the first one tagged. This is better than the otp:true operator imo because it will show fics with secondary/background pairings too as long as your preferred ship is the main one.

You can even use the add-on in Firefox or Kiwi browser on Android mobile.

Have fun 😘

(more ao3 tips here)

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

I cannot wait for Wish to come out this year! Some crossover art with the original wish lady because we love pretty tall women ✨️💙

[roseletterchan]

I wanted to at least try to do a femslash thing before February ended so yeah I just picked one.(I didn’t know about this before)

And you know what? Chloe learned nothing in the end, why? Cause she had an amazing indoor date instead

Also as I’ve said multiple times before, I’m terrible at dialogue. And also I dont even know if I’ve characterised them correctly, but what’s done is done I guess

[steepedfoxglovetea]

SW Fandom: We want more queer characters!! Anyone who isn’t Filoni or Favreau: Here ya go!

SW Fandom: Yeah, we’re not watching/reading that. It doesn’t count.

[warningsine]

[nostalgia-tblr]

"are people not into that?" i ask, after posting my weird niche shit to the internet, despite knowing it to be weird niche shit.

[eulalielatibule]

i can totally see kitten shape shift into a cat whenever someone she's not too fond of is visiting wanda so she can have little to no interaction with that person

Haha I can see that too! Oh gosh now I'm imagining Stephen Strange being on Kitten's bad side...

"Somebody's coming." You said, ears and tail twitching as you sniffed the air. Wanda was in the middle of baking some cookies and you were arranging some flowers from your garden. Something was off though as you sniffed someone getting closer to the cottage where you two resided.

Wanda nodded and lifted a hand, her red magic swirling around her fingers. "I can feel it too. Easy girl, Mistress will take care of it." She kissed your temple and went outside and you peaked out the front door, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Wanda, good to see you again." You let out a groan at the voice of Stephen Strange. You and your Mistress hated this man, always thinking he was better than everyone else. Coming over unannounced. Wanda was always friendly but that didn't mean you had to be.

You quickly changed into your cat form and meowed loudly to get the attention of the two people talking on the porch. You walked out to them and rubbed up affectionately against Wanda's leg. She chuckled softly and bent down to give you a scratch. As she did she whispered, "naughty kitty," to which you meowed again.

"I didn't know you had a cat. It's fitting for you," Stephen reached down to give you a pet, but you hissed and swatted at his hand, making Stephen jump back started.

Wanda had to hold back her laughter as she picked you up and cradled you close. You purred loudly as you rubbed up against her cheek.

"Sorry Stephen, she doesn't like men. If there wasn't anything you needed, I think it's best if you go."

[hoziernaturalevents]

It's that time of year again, and THE HOZIERNATURAL MULTI-SHIP BANG IS BACK!

Just like last year, all characters, ships, gen fics, and x readers are welcome! This is for everyone who wants to write/draw Supernatural characters to the inspiration of Hozier's music.

However, there are a couple big changes in the procedures that we're really excited about:

We are really excited to roll out a new tiered system this year! Would you love to participate but tend to write shorter one shots or only have time in your schedule for 1 art piece? We've got you! Are you one of those who always creates extra art or ends up writing 150k words for a 5k minimum event and would love some extra time to indulge in those urges? We've got you covered, too!

We are doing claims instead of matching this year. So, authors, feel free to start working out your ideas as soon as you like (especially those of you who like to write tomes. You know who you are)!

We are not managing song choices this year. We want every one of you guys to get your top song pick. If 17 authors want to choose "Work Song" or "Take Me to Church," have at it!

Complete Rules and Info for this year are here.

Check out last year's gallery/masterlist here!

SIGN-UPS WILL OPEN MARCH 1ST!

We'll re-open the Discord server towards the end of sign-ups. Between now and then, feel free to send us an ask with any questions you may have.

We can't wait to hang out with you guys and see what you create this year!

~The Hoziernatural Mods

[hey-diane]

this is blasphemous

[liquidstar]

Ppl discovering Vivinos via alien stage- have you checked out their other projects? The ⚠️ series is basically a doomed yuri horror anthology (mind the tws) and Pink Bitch Club is about a girl who wants to be Just Like Her Besties :) so she'll start by drowning one of them in her bathtub and feeding the corpse to her dog. Go check them out 👍

[bobbiflekmann]

about to revive this sideblog because my brain is OBSESSED with Fran Fine and C.C Babcock as a pairing

LIKE LOOK AT THEM, THEY’RE SO GORGEOUS

and their contrasting personalities would make it all so funny and adorable hhhhhhh I wish this pair would have been more popular cuz I’ve devoured all fanfics sjcjdhfje anyway sorry for being cringe but also not sorry

[ghaniblue]

A little Millicent/Pansy for the @hpsaffics Femslash February prompt 'good girl'. Read on AO3 instead.

Millicent knew what she's good at: being big and mean and ugly. Her mother used to sigh and ask if she really wanted to eat that. Her father said she could be almost pretty if she smiled more. Millie did not smile. She ate the last slice of cake. She got good at using her big arms and strong legs, and her right hook could lay a man flat without bruising her knuckles too badly. Nothing a quick healing spell couldn't fix. She knew what she was good at. She wasn't pretty or sweet or delicate, but she was good at hurting those who were.

Pansy wasn't pretty—she grew into her nose, but it stayed rather pug-like—but she was striking. Everything about her was designed to be razor sharp: the severe cut of her bob, the colour of her lipstick like a bead of fresh blood, the wing of her eyeliner and the point of her nails. She was like a knife cradled in satin and lace. Deceptively decorative.

Millie was never afraid of hurting Pansy. Pansy could bleed her dry with a single word. Her tongue was sharper than any Diffindo spell. The words Pansy chose to use were: kneel and good girl and fuck me.

Pansy called her sweetheart and darling and made Millie's whole body burn up with a look, a coy smile. It was like a fever, a shiver-haze of desire in her blood. Millie didn't know where to put her feelings, heart beating out of her chest as if her rips couldn't hold it all, too big and bold for her body. So she put Pansy on her back, spread her legs open and buried her feelings between her thighs until her fingers ached and her tongue felt numb. She kept going, fucked her until Pansy's curses and moans rang in her ears. Millie licked her buzzing, swollen lips, drunk on the taste of Pansy's cunt, and made her convulse again and again, until Pansy grabbed her hair and pulled Millie off her clit.

She obeyed, like the good girl she was; no more orgasms tonight. Millie buried her face in Pansy's blood-hot, swollen cunt and licked her clean with soft sucks and kitten licks. Pansy giggled and pulled her hair and came one last time like a rolling wave onto the shore, on a gentle swell of a sigh. Millie smiled, obedience was overrated anyway.

Millicent knew what she was good at. She was at her best buried between Pansy's legs.

>> more microfics <<

[joyxsadness]

”It’s okay, Sweetness! I am here” 💛💙💛💙

[deersalad]

I Mean I'm Sick of Meaning, I Just Wanna Hold You

Tags: F/F, Mariner/T'Lyn, Mari'lyn, Fluff, Friendship, Star Trek, Lower Decks, Kinda Canon compliant, T4T Summary: What's a Vulcan to do with these feelings? Well T'Lyn is about to find out and Mariner is going to be very integral to this journey of self-discovery and deviation from Vulcan norms. "My objective was to be comedic and arouse you sexually, I believe I have succeeded on both counts." Mariner was trying to tamp down her laughter as T’Lyn’s monotone voice hit her like a wave breaking on rocks. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from T'Lyn, who was situated on the couch with her legs crossed in those black regulation star fleet pants - god how does she pull them off so well? But she focused her mind back on the situation at hand, T'Lyn had called her here because of a "peculiar situation" and Mariner could tell that she was acting unusual, she wasn’t meeting her eyes and kept tracing a seam in those form-fitting pants- god she needs to gets her mind of the gutter her friend could be in danger.

"Woah woah wait, is this like pon farr? God wow I've always been curious! But like not in a weird way! I just heard about when it happened to Spock and you know there's those rumors about him and Kirk and I mean back on Earth the humans who repress themselves the most tend to be the freakiest and oh my god I am going to shut up." Mariner closed her mouth and yet her eyes communicated more than enough as they quickly flashed a look from T'Lyn's eyes to her curves that were hugged by that Andorian-blue science officer shirt. She briefly thought of Jenifer but pushed that thought to the side, it wouldn't serve her here, this was an entirely different beast and she had to focus on helping her friend. Mariner mentally decided that the shirt was closer to warp core-blue anyways as T'Lyn began to speak and move imperceptibly closer to her on the couch in her room. 

"Well, not exactly. As it seems you are aware, pon farr occurs roughly every 8 years for a Vulcan of sexual maturity, and the symptoms can be quite debilitating and even fatal if not handled. But it is not yet time for my next cycle and I do not feel the regular effects… instead I am experiencing something pon farr-like." T'Lyn's eyes moved the smallest degree downwards and to the right to look at Mariner, who didn't notice. 

"Uh huh and you want me to take you to sick bay in case something happens or whatevs? Or like, do you want me to go on a daring adventure with you to find a hot Vulcan doctor who can diagnose you and or help you if this is pon farr?"

"Well, when I invited you here to my room I was not quite certain why I reached the conclusion that it would be most beneficial to call on your aid but now I… I believe I understand the logic I was operating on." T'Lyn again moved a quarter millimeter closer to Mariner who had a visible look of confusion. "Woah like did your Vulcan mind powers detect something special in me that you need?" Mariner said with a wry smile and small laugh before it was cut short by T'Lyn reaching her hand over and touching the very tips of her fingers for a moment. "Well, you are not wholly incorrect," she paused as a shudder passed through her from the hand to hand contact, "I do not believe this is related to my Vulcan nature but is rather a consequence or perhaps comorbidity of my heightened emotions and spontaneity.” T’Lyn placed both her hands in her lap in a futile attempt to stop her from yet again acting so impulsively. 

Mariner’s look of confusion was now tinged with worry as she looked on her friend who was clearly fighting some kind of inner turmoil, “hey sorry if my joke was off-color I know this is probably stressing you out and stuff, I can grab T’ana and bring her here if you’re worried about being around the other crew,” Mariner began to stand before being interrupted suddenly.

“No.” T’Lyn still wasn’t looking at Mariner as she let out that singular word that hung in the air.

Mariner waited for a followup and when she received none she decided to venture forth, “hey girl, are you like infected by a parasite or mind virus or something, you’ve just… look I noticed you touching my hand and even I know enough about Vulcans to know that’s way out of character. Usually you’re down to go to sickbay just to see all the weird places people get stabbed so you can record it or whatever, I remember you typing up a storm on Orion whenever someone, usually me, got impaled one way or another. Sorry, god, my mind’s all over the place and wait is this like that one time with the Betazoids? Do I need to give you a pep talk?”

T’Lyn gave a solemn shake of her head, “No, I have no reason to believe that my current status would be affecting your or anyone else’s emotional state. I can logically see why you would consider my behavior odd, the hand touch was an impulsive movement and I do apologize.” Mariner could not believe that she was still dodging around what was going on and why was she so feeling so fucking worked up? She wasn’t thinking straight, “Hey do you want me to get Boims? He knows everything about niche alien conditions, I can also grab Rutherford or Tendi, both of them are way smarter than me and frankly I still don’t see what logic brought you to asking me for help,” she let out a nervous laugh at the self-deprecation, what the fuck was this feeling? WHY WAS SHE THINKING SO MUCH ABOUT JENNIFER?

“No to both counts, I understand I am being vague and not sharing my lines of reasoning and for this I do apologize, I am just experiencing something I do not fully have the words for. I requested your help specifically and I know it was the correct decision. These past few days you have continuously been coming to mind in unrelated circumstances and thoughts, this initially troubled me as I was worried that I may have been psychically projecting onto you. But I had Dr. T’ana run a series of medical diagnostics and there were no abnormalities. Still I requested a copy of the scans she performed, particularly of my brain.” She paused as she felt her hands fighting her to reach out to Mariner, who was still standing. 

“Yeah ok all that makes sense and wow you and Tendi really have got to talk about medical shit sometime, but if all the scans were normal then what’s up?” Mariner was still confused and sat on the small coffee table across from T’Lyn, falling flat on her back as her legs hung over the side. She was feeling weird whenever she looked at T’Lyn and that certainly wasn’t helping the situation. 

“Well I pored over the documents and images and I could not find anything indicating illness, possession, psychic interference, strange energies, or any other possible source of imbalance. But I started to look at the areas of neural activity on the scan and the part that would be analogous to your hypothalamus was experiencing higher than usual levels of activation but not to such an extent as to alert the doctor…” T’Lyn said this in a way that made Mariner feel stupid for missing something. “And…?”

T’Lyn took a moment to respond, her hands were visibly shaking and Mariner was afraid she was about to cry, "and… well the hypothalamus is one of the oldest parts of the human brain in terms of evolutionary development and is integral to some of the most basic and instinctual parts of your psychology and biology. For us Vulcans it is much the same.” Again she paused completely, and at Mariner’s continued look of confusion and concern she decided to push onwards,  “Well, its function is to maintain the homeostasis of the human body via influence of hormones and the nervous system, it regulates many drives, including sleep, hunger, thirst-” 

God she was so fucking cute when she went on and on about all the things she knew but Mariner could tell she was stalling and she knew even the tiniest bit of time wasted could mean all the difference between life and death, “hey I’m sorry to interrupt but I have gotta get you moving along, I can tell you’re stalling and if you’re about to reveal to me that you’re going to explode, or liquefy, or turn into a slime in 5 hours or something then I would rather know that sooner than later, so what’s your hypowhatever got to do with this?” God she sounded like her mom, she didn’t want to be stern but she cared a lot about T’Lyn, she was a good friend and Mariner didn’t want anything to happen to her.

“That is what I was about to get to, in Vulcans our analogous section of the brain carries many of the same function but it also works to regulate pon farr, it operates much the same way as the hypothalamus regulating sexual drives but in a much more drastic manner that affects the totality of Vulcan biology. After looking at everything I determined that I seemingly experiencing an activation that is not on the scale of pon farr but is somehow related. I believe this is the reason for my strange and illogical thoughts and behavior and I feel that you may have a solution.” T’Lyn let her shoulders slouch the tiniest bit after getting all this out, as if she were relaxing after an intense exercise.

Mariner instantly shot up into a sitting position and looked at T'Lyn, “oh my god, T’Lyn, you’re not going to die, you’re just horny.” P.S.: So my partner and I watched the new episodes of season 4 and I made a one off joke that's the starting line of this fic and somehow that morphed into the both of us full on writing so here you go: All you Mari'lyn enjoyers I guess can eat up or whatever. I don't have an AO3 account but whenever I make one I'll upload this on there, this was actually a pretty fun writing exercise.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Pansy x Hermione with a green theme.

Requested by: anon.