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[ghost-proofbaby]

kissing lessons, pt. 2

summary: you and robin face the music that maybe the kissing lessons aren't just lessons after all.

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

warnings: even more sapphic yearning than the first one (in my opinion), lots of religious imagery scattered sporadically, and a lots of hints/passing mentions of homophobia (no talk of violence, etc.) that was normal in the 80s. there's even more discussion of reader conforming to the usual and dating a boy. once again, reader is explicitly female.

wc: 3.3k+

a/n: i cannot explain how healing writing this has been. shout out to younger me for surviving the way my own experience ended with a lot more heartbreak - you deserved a robin buckley, baby ghost. and thank you to everyone who read the first one and was so very kind. i am eternally grateful <3

part 1 here

It was your own damn fault, probably. 

Robin may have been the one to ignite the fire, so prettily asking to start having those godforsaken kissing lessons, but you’d be the one clutching a bottle of gasoline. You’d been the one fanning the flames with each arrangement you’d insist upon, Saturday after Saturday always being spent one predictable way: kissing your best friend. 

In your bedroom, in her living room, behind the slide at the park. 

Mid-afternoon, early mornings, in the dead of night. 

Any time that you can find an excuse for it, your lips were attached to Robin Buckley’s, chipping away at your own demise, and it was all your fault. 

There wasn’t a handbook for this, though. There was no pamphlet to explain all the butterflies that would erupt in your stomach every time she’d smile at you slyly just before she’d lean it to initiate the kisses, no how-to for stopping the shake in your hands as you’d cradle thighs and cheeks alike as if they were the most sacred of sacrifices, no survival guide for all the heartache that now haunts your every waking moment when you think about the smell of her perfume. You had no one who could explain away your obsession with the taste of passion fruit lip smackers these days. 

You were in love with your best friend, and it sort of felt like some type of terrible shipwreck done by your own recklessness. 

And if she felt even an ounce of the same way, you couldn’t see it. You simply couldn’t allow yourself to read any further into the brushes of her hand in the hallways that had grown more consistent. If you daydreamed too long about the way she’d been so overly supportive of you wearing skirts to school more often these days, you’d quite possibly self-implode. It was all a dangerous game, a hopeless drowning in the middle of the Atlantic, and you were just letting it happen. 

“Why was that Connor guy talking to you in the hall today?”

And if you read too much into what you so desperately wanted to describe as jealousy in her tone right now, you’d certainly combust in the blink of an eye. 

It wasn’t even a Saturday – it was a Friday. Saturdays were the holy days, the days in which you could guarantee you’d taste her all over your tongue and be allowed to gather all your offerings in the form of worshiping whispers and guiding movements as she straddled your lap. The rest of the week, the two of you were nothing more than the best of friends. On Fridays, you should be nothing but two girls who find innocent and platonic solace in one another. 

It’s just hard to do when all you’re capable of thinking about is how soft the skin of her neck was nearly a week ago, when your lips had trailed down to her pulse point in such feathery light brushes. 

“Oh!” you sit up from where you’d been spread out on her bed, looking up at her with sudden excitement as you watch her spin in her desk chair, “I forgot to tell you! Holy shit, you’re going to love this.” 

The moment it had happened, you’d started mentally counting down the moments until you’d have the chance to tell Robin of the awkward conversation. You can’t believe you’d forgotten about it so easily once you’d gotten the girl alone. 

She pauses her spinning immediately, blinking rapidly as she was clearly dizzy, “What do you mean? Why am I going to love it?” 

“He asked me out to milkshakes.”

You wait. And wait. And wait. Nearly quaking with all the anticipation for your best friend to burst out into laughter with you over the irony of it all. 

You just keep waiting. 

The laughter never escapes Robin, her face stoic as she doesn’t even smile. All the giggles and rolling of eyes you’d expected to share is completely erased with that look on her face currently. A look you almost mistake as hurt, a look that reaches far beyond jealousy.

The look of someone standing amongst the wreckage of an abandoned ship. 

When she finally speaks again, with deflated shoulders and the corners of her mouth down-turned, it’s soft enough you almost miss it. “Did you say yes?” 

It was the one question you hadn’t been expecting – you’d assumed it had been a given that you’d turn the poor boy down. 

“Obviously not,” you snort, uneasy as you rifle through your mind, a sudden desperation to make Robin smile or to lighten the mood immediately rearing its head. 

“Obviously?” 

This conversation is very much not going the way you had seen it play out in your head. Robin’s missing all of her lines, none of her expressions lining with the directorial vision you’d been gifted with when the moment had happened. 

No saccharine laughter, no sweet joy. None of the sugared reactions are rotting your teeth out. 

Instead, there’s just a strange and hollow ache. The vacant expression of Robin’s face that twitches ever so slightly with something more below the surface, and a tension in the air that wraps around your throat tightly. 

“Yeah, I mean,” you choke out, trying to stave off your discomfort, “We both know how I feel about milkshake dates. And besides, he wanted to go tomorrow, and we already have plans-”

“You could’ve said yes,” she blurts out. As soon as the words fall in the space between you two, she’s wide-eyed, staring at you like a scared deer caught up in your headlights, “Our plans- They-” she pauses, and takes a deep breath that almost looks painful, “You could have said yes if you wanted to. I’d live. Plus, it’d give you a chance to put our lessons to use.” 

No sweetness, only a sour on your tongue that makes your face twist. “Why would I use our lessons on Connor from pottery?” 

Why would I ever want to kiss somebody that isn’t you? 

The thought easily makes you sick to your stomach. The lips of someone who isn’t Robin Buckley pressed to yours, the hands of someone who isn’t your best friend tracing the curves of your body. You think you’d rather die. 

“I dunno,” Robin is mumbling now, almost looking ashamed. The last thing you’d wanted to do was shame her. You’d just wanted to share a laugh with your best friend, “That was sort of the point, right? You wanted to get good at kissing-”

“We,” you correct her.

“What?”

“We wanted to get good at kissing. You can’t tell me there’s no boys in the band that have asked you out or you’d have a chance to kiss. You’re…” Even as the words are ash in your mouth, sticking to the roof of your mouth and making it hard to breathe, you force it all out. The only words left are the truth, anyways, “Beautiful, Robs. You’re fucking stunning, and funny, and so kind. Who’s your Connor from poetry, hm?” 

It’s a dagger to the heart. It’s alcohol on a paper cut, salt in a throbbing wound. Every cliche and morbid pain in the books is racing through you at what you’ve just said. Asking her about boys is worse than simply accepting it as a hypothetical. Having to actually hear about boys chasing after the girl that’s occupied you irrevocably is worse than imagining them all. 

At least in your imagination, they could all be fumbling over their feet, falling to the dirt as Robin cackles and arrives straight to her original destination – you. At least in your imagination, you stand a chance. 

“God, no,” she scrunches her nose up, immediately standing from her chair, “Oh my God, no. Ew. I don’t- I’d never-” 

“You’d never?” you raise an eyebrow, watching as she nearly starts to pace. 

“We were talking about you!” she bursts out, arms flailing out beside her, spinning so she was stood right in front of you, “You and Colton-”

“Connor.”

“-and how you should go get milkshakes with him! You should’ve said yes, okay? You could say you have a boyfriend when you get to college if you’d said yes.” 

Boyfriend. A word that will never, ever leave your lips. Not just when it came to Connor – when it came to all the boys in your school. All the boys in your town. All the boys in the goddamn world. 

That word doesn’t fit. It’s too tight, too confining. Strangles you in all the wrong places and makes your chest constrict in the worst way. 

You don’t want a boyfriend. 

You want your best friend to stop pacing, you want your best friend to hold your hand, you want it to be Saturday and for your best friend to kiss your fucking face off.

Pathetic, only because you don’t think you’ll ever find the nerve to say it to her out loud. 

“Who cares if I have a boyfriend when I go to college?” you spit out, struggling to even say the damn word, “I could give two shits if I-”

“I care!” Robin is turning erratic, wild as she tugs at her hair and looks at you with such misplaced desperation. You don’t know what she wants from you – you can’t give her what she’s asking of you, “I care, because you deserve to have that normal experience. You should be out there, kissing boys and going on dates to share a milkshake and- and- and… not spending your Saturdays with me, hiding away and kissing me and sharing chapstick and making me feel all these stupid feelings-” 

She cuts off roughly, a small gasp leaving her lips as she realizes what she’s just said. 

Making me feel all these stupid feelings. 

“What do you mean by that?” you whisper, sharing at her, shocked, “What do you mean by stupid feelings-”

“Forget it.”

“No.” 

“Yes,” she pleads, taking a step back when you stand up in front of her, “Dear God, please forget I ever said that. I’m literally begging you.” 

Stupid feelings. 

What does she even define as stupid feelings? 

Is it that her heart races whenever you suggest another lesson? Is it that warmth that spreads head to toe every time you grab her hand casually? Is it all that pain with nowhere to go at the end of the day, when you bury your face in a pillow and scream out all the what-ifs you assume you’ll never explore in this lifetime? 

You think about your parents. The ones who are never home, or are oblivious in the kitchen as you shut your door and quickly return to your bed, where your best friend is awaiting you eagerly just to get her tongue down your throat. You think of Robin’s parents, who force her to go to church every Sunday, never realizing she can still taste the strawberry chapstick all over her lips come morning. Whispering all their prayers in the same tone she’d whispered your name the night before. You think about all the peers your age who spend their Saturday nights in diners, sharing milkshakes and planning their futures – their normal futures. 

White picket fence, a mid-size dog to run around the yard. Two and a half kids, and a wedding ring gleaming on the finger on their left hand directly connected to their heart. The same one that Robin always fiddles with while the two of you sit and do homework together, the same one Robin once slipped an old coin-machine ring onto as a joke when you were thirteen, cackling about some sort of marriage pact that had every adult in vicinity glaring at the two of you. 

All the things you can’t dream about. Because when you do, it’s never the nice boy your father points out at the grocery store. It’s never that boy your mother finds absolutely darling, who lives two houses down and has offered to mow your lawn numerous times. 

Every time you try to picture it, it’s with Robin. 

Her with a matching ring you’ve bought for a quarter, her lipstick staining the matching mug on your kitchen counter during a quiet morning. Kids with her freckles, kids with all her spunk. A dog she’d name something incredibly niche, and that you’d fight her on endlessly, but end up giving in simply because you love her. 

Whenever you try to look to the future, it’s with the girl before you, who has tears gathering in her lash line now. Embarrassment painting every inch of her exposed skin, and her chest stuttering with every gasping breath. 

Stupid feelings. You’d become entirely acquainted with stupid feelings, you just hadn’t realized that Robin had as well. 

“What do you mean by that, Robs?” your voice cracks, begging all but on your knees at this moment. Everything you could possibly want right in an arm’s reach. 

You don’t even need the picket fence or the dog. Kids could vanish right from the dream. The house could become a quaint apartment in the city. The morning coffee could be traded for peppermint tea. As long as the thing that never changes is her, you don’t really care where the visions lead. 

She says your name so softly, you nearly break down entirely. You want to hear it for the rest of your days. The way the shape of your name curls around her tongue and falls from her lips, “You should just forget I said anything, I mean it. Go home and call Connor-”

“Fuck Connor!” you suddenly raise your voice, so entirely done with all the boy talk. All the expectations and all the definitions of normal. Your finger on your left hand, connected directly to your heart, throbs. “I don’t want to share some half-melted milkshake with that… with that… idiot! I want to share it with the idiot in front of me right now. I don’t want to practice kissing on him, I want to practice with you. I don’t want him, and I don’t want that boy who bags groceries at Melvald’s, and I don’t-” 

Robin Buckley is the brave one. She shuts you up about all the ones you don’t want, by giving you the one thing you do want. 

Soft palms, soft lips. Gentle hesitation to soothe the scars of a future you never really cared for. Fruity lip balm that somehow perfectly matches airy perfume. 

She’s kissing you like her life depends on it. Like she’s feeling an ache in the joints of that finger connected to the heart, and she just can’t take it anymore. Like she loves you. Or at least likes you. 

And you’ll take what you can get when you reach up to grab onto her anywhere you can find. Bunching her shirt at her hip with your first, fingers curling around her forearm that’s connected to the hand cradling your cheek. You can’t possibly lean into it all enough; can’t press your lips any tighter against hers, can’t have any more of your limbs bumping into hers as you stumble backwards and onto her bed. 

She’s crawling over you, little puffs of breaths escaping between kisses, hovering above you with a halo of sunlight leaking in through her bedroom window. 

She looks like a God you don’t believe in, and one she can’t be spoon-fed to worship anymore. All holier notions are focused on you. Fingers trailing their way up under your shirt and hips bumping against yours as you both try to learn what to do with this new position. 

It’s better than your best friend seated in your lap, timidly moving her tongue. It’s nicer. 

“Stupid feelings,” you breathe out when she moves to pepper kisses on your cheek, on your jaw, on your neck, “Stupid fucking feelings.” 

“Sometimes, I wish we’d never started the lessons, you know?” she whispers when she pauses at your collarbone, peering up at you with those glossy blue eyes. Oceans deep, ready for your ship to roll right into. Ready for your ship to crash in. “It made all of this so much harder and complicated.” 

Your fingers slide into her hair, tugging at the sporadic pieces that you’d helped cut a year ago. The saddest excuse for layers ever, “Made what harder?” 

You want to hear her say it. You need to hear her say it. 

“Liking you.”

If hearts could burst, yours would be fluttering shreds behind your ribs. Nothing more than the aftermath of finally, finally, hearing those words fall from her lips. 

“You like me?” your cheeks ache immediately from your grin, so wide it occupies your entire face. You swear you can see its reflection in her eyes. 

Her head lifts and you see some of the fear still lingering behind her own smile, “Yeah, doofus. I like you. A lot, actually. And I just always assumed you liked that Cooper boy-”

“His name is Connor.”

“I know,” she laughs, face contorting as she bites back more giggles. It’s no use though, as her head falls forward and her forehead lands on the center of your chest, “I just- God, I sort of hated him. I heard him ask you out for the milkshake and I just wanted to punch the dude-”

“You heard?” you’re laughing now, head thrown back, “I’m sorry, you knew why I was talking to him, and you still tried to play all coy and ask me?” 

“Can you blame a girl for trying?” 

No. No, you really couldn’t. You can only imagine the ridiculous plans you’d elaborately conjure if you’d ever overheard a boy asking Robin out on a date. All the jealousy ploys and childish schemes, born out of all the sunshine she’s been instilling in you since the first day you’d met her. 

And imagining that is fine. But what you no longer have to imagine is a Robin who chooses you, the scenario in which you can simply grab her and kiss her until you’ve run out of breaths and your lungs have shriveled into nothing more than feathers in your chest. 

So you do. 

You tug her back up to you and kiss her, far more languid than she’d initially kissed you. The slow movements of lips with all the time in the world. The steady movements of hands that belong as you run them over her shoulders and down her back, bring them to those hips you’d been adoring every Saturday. 

You kiss Robin Buckley on a Friday, simply because you can. 

Nice, your mind rings out. Nice, nice, nice. 

This was nice – this was right. None of that discomfort at the thought of letting Connor kiss you, no strangulation at the word boyfriend. You feel like you can breathe for the first time in your life as you kiss your best friend serenely and let all of that love seep out of your skin when it presses to hers. In the background of it all, a new word forms, a soft blanket of comfort rather than something to wrap around your throat. 

Girlfriend.

Now that? That sounds nice. 

“Hey,” Robin says when she pulls back slowly, tip of her nose still bumping yours, the weight of her still between your thighs, “Do you want to…. I don’t know, go get a milkshake with me or something?” 

You don’t think about either of your parents, or any of the self-righteous vipers who might be prowling the town on a Friday night. You know it won’t be the same as going to the diner with a nice boy – you know you won’t be able to kiss her on the street or cuddle up quite as obviously, keep her quite as close as you so desperately ached to, but it was okay. 

It was enough. For now. 

“Only if we can get strawberry,” you quip, unable to help yourself as you lean up for another brief peck. 

The peck isn’t enough. You don’t think any amount of Robin’s treacly kisses would ever be enough. You’d probably spend an entire lifetime just trying to get your fill. 

“Deal,” she rasps, clearly sharing the sentiment as she leans back down, kissing you right back. Eager lips not quite satisfied. 

There would be no screaming or crying into pillows tonight. 

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

https://www.tumblr.com/real-fire-emblem-takes/764765376127041536/everyone-saying-dorothea-and-charolettes-talks-in

there are two types of people in this world.

girls who talk to dorothea and realize theyre sapphic

and girls who talk to dorothea and realize theyre straight

im the first one

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[fiveredlights]

the oversharement of the author: a completely unnecessary post containing my multitude of thoughts on takes one to know one

everyone has been so kind and wonderful about TOTKO so here’s a very, very, very, long author’s note which is me just rambling about anything and everything as a thank you for all the love 🫶

background

for those aware of the fiveredlights lore you may remember in april i had to pause updates because of some weird arm/wrist pain... so that was carpal tunnel syndrome and idk what i did to invoke it this july/august but it came back with such a vengeance that i did not think i was physically gonna be able to write this. but maxiel would not shut up in my brain so i got my hot water bottles and got to work.

this whole idea began after i saw travis kelce go on stage on the eras tour and i went... max and daniel absolutely possess the right type of insane to do something like this.... you can see the original thought post here

the albums

i thought making the albums would take me like a day. literally right up until i hit publish i was still making changes to Sidelines, and i had convinced myself they were real tangible albums with the amount of times i hit albums instead of the playlist button on spotify.

Second Place

the easier album, finished this is a day. cut songs were killer by phoebe bridgers and loml by taylor swift. i was gonna do a whole thing where i was gonna be like “oh the relationship killed him so much he abandoned the guitar to sing a sad piano ballad” and then i realised moon song is rooted in piano. so uh that was cut.

there also was a whole thing where his ex was personified as fire — “can the killer in me tame the fire in you” (killer) with “our field of dreams engulfed in fire” (loml) parallel that i really enjoyed but unfortunately never made it in. also loml has a lyric “the coward claimed he was a lion” which is fun with max adopting the lion as his symbol….anyways

the titled second place comes from another SMAU i used to write for a different fandom (on twitter so it is long gone, rip), where ironically it was also a singer/famous au and i was clearing out my spotify playlists and found the fake album and was like huh. i like that name. luckily for me it worked for the album storyline as well so good times!

Sidelines

this album changed at least fifty times. for the first three weeks of me writing it was called 3 (THREE) because I’m annoying like that, but the more i looked at it i could not convince myself daniel would call it that. because yes, it is his max album but calling it thirty three is a tad too much (in my opinion anyway). sidelines was always on the album, but i was going through my tik tok maxiel folder and saw a daniel edit to sidelines and was like okay yeah that's a better name.

out of 11 songs, only 5 of the original tracklist made it in. cut songs included:

call your mom by noah kahan

apple pie by lizzy mcalpine

orange juice by alfie jukes & nell mescal

orange juice by noah kahan

ivy by taylor swift

science by niall horan

who we are by hozier

with ivy there’s a lyric “and i’ll drink my husband’s wine” which would’ve been the way max and daniel would’ve been like “we’re married lol” but it was cut because to ME ivy is about sapphics cheating on their husbands with each other and i just can’t rewrite ivy like that. here’s some deleted scenes on that:

jeanie 🤠 @/COTADANIEL · i’m sorry daniel WHO’S WINE ARE YOU DRINKING????? driccrodeos [Video: Daniel on stage singing the lyric, “And drink my husband’s wine,” looking offstage to Max, before turning back to the audience and smirking, continuing to sing.] category five event has hit the maxiel towers noah @/ricciardanielo · this album has actually killed me. like i’m not on this earth anymore. why? ivy: “And I’ll drink my husband’s wine.” peace: “Give you my wild, give you a child.” @ max and daniel do you have something you want to tell us or??? ric33stappen if you attend the next race with a ring on your finger and a baby in your arms i swear to god max and daniel i will fuck you up (politely) #like i respect their privacy or whatever but also what the fuck #you know what i mean like what the fuck

in sidelines almost every single song (except for you could start a cult) has a daniel3.jpg post pertaining to a lyric... i realise maybe i should've had someone in universe point it out because i now realise it's quite difficult to spot. whoops.

daniel’s sidelines: live from red rocks is inspired by phoebe bridgers punisher tour (she flicks through the pages of a storybook), taylor swift era’s tour (the lover house) and noah kahan (we’re all be here forever tour; watched live from fenway park specifically on how to write his concert). the whole concert idea was also written literally 5 hours before posting because i originally had a max and daniel article but i could not write it.

easter eggs

i feel incredibly pleased that so many of you picked up on the easter eggs like i get why taylor swift is so insane about hers because it's just so much fun! (spoilers for the rest of my fics...)

blue sweater (thank you to ataraxiaa on ao3 who commented because I didn't realise i had done it) -> glitter on the floor maxiel's communal blue sweater

matthew (rriicciiaarrddoo) & callan (callonmax33) daniel would make a great TP -> old habits die screaming

jake 3(3)81racers Can Max Verstappen fight? -> glitter the floor chapter 3 & 5 recurring plot line

daniel's july 2 2025 post (Photo 2: Max and Daniel sitting in front of a fireplace, the person taking the photo is behind them. Max has his arm around Daniel’s waist, whilst Daniel has his right arm giving the middle finger to the photographer and head turned to the left with an annoyed expression. Max has his head tucked into Daniel’s neck, laughing into his shoulder.) -> inspired by glitter on the floor's 2024/6/7 monaco dark laneway posts

rriicciiaarrddoo "are george and alex married" -> a future easter egg for the glitter on the floor galex sequel

daniel's august 10 2025 post:

 A vase filled with tulips on a table with a white table cloth. -> glitter on the floor, last daniel3.jpg on 2023 has a vase full of flowers, was meant to signify that they got married

Two kookaburra garden statues, next to a rocking chair on a balcony. -> gary and steve from glitter on the floor

daniel's caption: The rumours are true, I am now in possession of half of Max’s WDC and they will be going on auction next week. -> fool me once

things five forgot to include because i have horrible memory but they canonically happened (this will absolutely be updated when i remember new things)

daniel ricciardo broke his hand whilst karting when younger which is why he gave up racing-> lyric in forever "broke a bone that never healed in my hand"

he gets into singing because grace and joe ricciardo put him in choir as a way for him to get out all his yapping and talking at least once a week so they can get a little peace (but it doesn't work because now he sings around the house)

real life references

sometimes i like to use a little reality so that the universe doesn't feel too far away and here's all the real life things i pulled from:

hair tuck max in f1tv japan interview: 2023 honda thanks day

daniel looking like darth vader in austin rain: 2023 monaco boat race

daniel wearing max's hat: 2017 baku podium

checo fought his way to finish p9: probably any race from the latter first half of the 2024 season

daniel ricciardo international relations expert: 2024 post belgium gp

twitter realises daniel ricciardo is hot actually: 2022 abu dhabi gp (the outfit)

daniel playing max's GP in his concert -> i saw adele pause her concert for the olympics womens 100m final so that's how that got in (also i did so much time zone math in order to make sure it was actually the right timing)

max and daniel escaping in a helicopter -> post 2024 belgium gp

[deityoftherain]

traffic life superpowers au ft. Tango&Scott&Pearl

Tango is acting as my main character starting off in this AU, with Scott as his secondary main character in healing flowers and festivals and ferris wheels. I'm going to share their power sets here and will show others later! If you have any questions, let me know! I am also proud of some of the superpowers I came up with for this AU so far with Scott's being one of them. (I used & in the title as "and" but the endgame is snowbugs.) Edit: I realized I never made a post with Pearl's information somehow, so I'm taking her on here.

Tango Kilo (He/Him) Alter Ego: Phoenix Status: Blaze Hybrid Vigilante Power(s): Tango has unspecified fire/etc abilities associated with his hybrid status that includes (but not limited to) a tail, controlled fire hair on his head and tail, and what is basically firebending.

Fun Fact: Tango is on the NATO alphabet and so is Kilo! I did the K because of teK. In addition, kilo is a form of measurement which makes sense to me because he's a redstoner in canon. Also, also, the name Kilo means "one who observes the stars" and this man is gay as fuck for Scott aka Starflower. Triple name meaning, babyyyy :D

Scott Cherry (He/Him) Alter Ego: Starflower Status: Human Villain Power(s): Scott can create flowers on his body. With those flowers, he can manipulate (to lesser or greater effect) and induce the side effects that would occur if the person he touches would have eaten it. Scott is also has been known to create his own flowers to fit various needs (such as the flowers that create portals), but no one is sure how he does it.

Fun Fact: Scott's alter ego name and abilities are pulled from his love of flowers and the star symbolism we often give him in the life series fandom. Cherry is pulled from cherry blossoms, which are a type of flower, but also the biome he lived in during SL.

Pearl Ascent (She/Her) Alter Ego: Scarlet Moon Status: Human Villain Power(s): Pearl experiences "buffs" or perks during the night, including increased agility, speed, focus, hearing, etc. She can always see perfectly in dark rooms and in low light, sort of like night vision. She also has this thing where she can just understand dogs, even though they aren’t directly speaking human language. No one knows if this is an ability or not because they can’t exactly test it easily.

Fun Fact: Pearl's last name is meant to sound like the second half of "pearlescent" which I thought was clever and a way not to use "Moon" since that is included in her villain name. ... I also like to think that she's a common sapphic crush <3

[olderthannetfic]

There’s something I cannot stand with some F/F stories. Lesbian and Sapphic romance novels are fine most of the time since they focus on the relationship. But books the One hundred Nights of Hero and probably Girls of Paper and Fire based a reviewer’s review tend to make me roll my eyes. This is because the relationship based around opposing patriarchy and how every guy wants to rape or do other bad things to them. I’m not bothered by the lack of heroic men and I’m not one of those “not all men” types. However I do find it annoying how the book just says the relationship with girls is just so much more wholesome and has no problems. I’m not bothered by this in fairy tale romance novels where everything is pretty much Princess charming and her prince or princess. However I’m kind of annoyed by this books that are not fairy tale romances especially that say they’re true feminist lit. I prefer it when they show the relationship as more dynamic and show you why they love each other rather than just being perfect all the time and show their struggles with other women and how they resolve them. I don’t need “good men” in the story though I do prefer in-depth guy villains than cartoony bad guys who are extremely dumb and easy to outwit.

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[corneliushickey]

12 + 13?

12. list three ships you currently love

beetlejuice/lydia has occupied the whole of my brain heart and dick for two months now i am 10k into the ROUGH DRAFT of what was supposed to be a quick little oneshot pwp to post for halloween timothy burton you deranged fucking lunatic how did you manage to make me angrier than i have ever been in my entire life while also making my fucking dreams come true drop dead i mean it and also i owe you my life

sue/elisabeth from the substance but not in a traditional sense i guess!! there are people in the tag writing very sweet may/december sapphic age gap fix it fics and i spent a month writing about elisabeth molesting sue's dead body because i have never seen such a captivating, painful, horrific portrayal of self hatred on film it changed me for real

baby/otis because i just rewatched TDR with my friend and kept being like "oh my god did you see how in love they looked in that 0.2 second shot 🥹🥺" and it just made me remember again how in love they are in every 0.2 second shot... they really portray such a realistic bickering sibling relationship and then the sexual electricity with which baby says "or is my 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 gonna have to knock your fuckin' teeth outta yer head?" could start an irl chemical fire in your room if you aren't careful as could otis' "hoss, are you... staring at my 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 and thinkin' bad thoughts? well, why not? you a faggot?"

13. list 5 OTPs from past fandoms

hannigram 5ever i'm extremely burnt out on the fandom and tend to experience a very specific type of source creep where i only remember the trash shit fanon version of will that exists on tumblr so i have to rewatch the show to remember that he is a dour, curt, cold, rude, isolated man who deserves every last ounce of hannibal's attention

joe/people eater/kalishnikov from mad max i am VERY serious about the warlord polycule that was and is real... the amount of lore i dreamed up for them in 2015 you would not believe the kind of work i was putting in

i'm gonna include a 3-for-one here but quark/odo garak/bashir kira/jadzia from ds9 which i genuinely do think are canon in a way that is fundamental to the series

on that note q/picard from tng which i also believe genuinely was canon and which from my unserstanding was like for real cemented as actual explicit canon in the picard series because all i do is win

house/wilson dude that fucking ship broke something deep within me at an extremely young and impressionable age i know this entire site went through its little house md renaissance and everyone loves to use the phrase "gay and homophobic" but unless you were an overtly dykey twelve year old living in a 24/7 fox news tea party household while that fucking thing was on air i need you to sit down and shut up because you would NOT get it

[bahfreak]

Serena from Pokémon fictive ? Go as wild as you want ( but not too too much on the typing quirk ) but the only transids I want you to add are transfennekin or just transpokémon , multiself , transadored , permapretty and transage ! And the pronouns can be any but please include she / her and xey / xem . Thank you : )

here yu go !!!

room 038 ,, SERENA . . .

names : serena / セレナ , sierra , eve

pronouns : she / her , they / them , xey / xem , it / its , fleu / fleur , flor / flora , lu / lush , fai / fairy , kit / kits , sun / suns , sol / sols , py / pyro , fie / fire , fla / flame , sear / sears , spark / sparks , ember / embers , infer / inferno , blaze / blazes , gold / golds , silv / silver

terms : feminine or neutral

genders : lady , fleuric , floral - fluid , pyrogender , firegender , flamegender , firessen , fennecgender , exemgender

orientation : sapphic , pokésexual , objectum

paraphilias : 🐾 , ⚙️🐾 , 💥 , 🔥 ( meanings )

species : trans - fox pokémon

cis - ids : autistic , skillful ( cooking , performing , quadrobics ) , alter - human

tris - ids : multilingual ( cis - english , trans - dutch , trans - russian , trans - japanese )

trans - ids : pokémon ( fennekin ) , multiself , adored , perma - pretty , age ( pokéage )

roles : non - human , skillsmith ( performing )

source : serena from pokémon

typing quirk : “ 🔥 ; “ or “ 🌼 ; “ infront of every message or line ( example : “ 🔥 ; hi guys ! “ or “ 🌼 ; hi guys ! “ )

[shipposttt]

The Ship of the Day: Marina

Name: Maya x Carina 

Ship Name: Marina

Original content: Station 19 (2018) - a Greys Anatomy spin off 

Ship info: Station 19 is a Greys Anatomy spin off show about a group of firefighters at fire station 19. Maya Bishop is a firefighter at station 19 who later becomes Captain of station 19. Carina DeLuca is a doctor at Grey Sloan hospital, and they meet when they both go for drinks at Joe’s – a bar near the hospital. 

They begin their relationship, and it is quickly interrupted by the covid 19 pandemic. After being apart for so long they decide to move in together which is a big step in their relationship and leaves Maya, who before this relationship seemingly has commitment issues, quite frenzied. However, Maya accepts this change in their relationship just before another hurdle comes their way. Carina is going to be deported and so she is going back to Italy and going to have to work as a doctor there. However, when Carina is packing to leave Maya suggest the idea of marriage which Carina quickly turns down. They then get into a discussion about how they should’ve known by now that Maya wants to get married whereas Carina doesn’t and that Carina wants children whereas Maya doesn’t. This lead to what seems to be the end of their relationship and Carina leaves for the airport.

Although we see Carina have a change of heart on the way to the airport and she turns around and finds Maya where she proposes to her in front of their friends. They then have a beautiful small wedding which is somewhat ruined by Maya finding out she is getting demoted from captain. Their relationship seems to still remain strong and after discussing it thoroughly they decide to try for a baby. They search for a sperm doner and start the process. However, Maya’s mental health starts to quickly decline and their relationship hits a rough patch when Maya starts pushing herself too hard at work and not coming home and Carina does things such as taking pregnancy tests without Maya present. 

After Maya nearly dies by pushing herself too hard Carina decides to take a break from their relationship to give them both space and give Maya a chance to work on her problems. Maya who is hurt by the prospect of losing Carina starts to put work into getting better by doing therapy and taking a step back from work and even learning how to cook. She then starts to try and win Carina back by trying to ask her on a first date again. They go on the date and have a good time and then try to take things slow again. Although they both admit that they miss being together and start fixing their marriage and try to get back to a strong point. They even discuss the idea of them starting to try for children again.

Type of ship: Canon Queer

Whilst Maya and Carina have had their ups and downs – they took a break that nearly needed their marriage they still ended up back together and stronger. This is a testament to this show and the creators as none of the tropes usually associated with queer couples have been applied here. Both characters are still alive, and they are happily married to each other and trying for children. The same cannot be said for lots of other sapphic ships, canon or otherwise, in media. Again, they have had their downs but none of this is because or a result of them being in a same-sex relationship but rather due to mental health issues. 

The fact that the creators of this show have shown the downs of a relationship as happens with many real-life relationships queer or otherwise is important. This is because it allows fans to have a canon queer relationship with flawed, real, multifaceted characters who make mistakes but ultimately learn from their mistakes both apart and together. Again, this is important because in some instances it could be easier to have the two characters split up but the creators do not let this happen which is major for the portrayal of queer women in media and to fans. 

Admin 🦈

[margridarnauds]

For the writers "Truth or Dare" ask game (and hoping it might take your mind off the weather, even if for just a moment🤗🤗). 🎲🍄🏜️☁️🛼

Thanks! (Don't worry, it's past us at this point. Hurricane season lasts until November, but for now, the coast is clear.)

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? 

Usually? Sheer lack of motivation/freetime/ongoing burnout. We're actually at a nice point here because I'm actually writing.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Kitrye calls Raphael "alurlssrin" because she knows that he doesn't have a good enough knowledge of Drow to know what it means and that she can get away with being more affectionate with him. (Malla, however, does, and thinks it's *hilarious*) (She actually first establishes that she loves *him*, to his face, when they're in Menzoberranzan together and he sees her having what amounts to a full on anxiety attack over her mother.)

  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love the style of comment where someone goes through a chapter and just. Lists their favorite lines/individual things they liked, particularly anything that evoked an emotional reaction, because, like...you never know if something is going to hit an audience in the way it hit you writing it. I'm always scared that something that I thought was gut-wrenching hilarious didn't hit, or something that I found sad didn't hit, or something that I found cute or hot didn't hit.

One type of comment that I particularly like, though, if it can be about any individual aspect, is when it's about the characters and whether I've gotten them down right (for canon characters) or whether they like them (for OCs). Like, one comment I got on one of my mini-fics for the Sapphic Summer Ficathon just said "I love her already" about Malla and that was such a relief to me. You understand, as well as anyone, how nerve-wracking it can be to put anything out there for OCs, even in OC friendly spaces like the BG3 fandom, ESPECIALLY paired with a canon character. So knowing when people like my babies and what I'm doing with them is always such a relief, especially since, at the end of the day....yes, I'm telling the story of Raphael and Kitrye and Malla and Minthara, but more than that, I'm telling the story of the SIBLINGS, both individually and as a whole. Kitrye's relationship with Malla isn't just skippable content to get to the devil sex, and Malla's relationship with Kitrye isn't just skippable content to get to her relationship with Minthara -- you *cannot* fully get the siblings' relationships with their SOs without understanding them, both individually and as a unit. And that's nerve-wracking because I'm functionally asking people to care about two OCs beyond their romantic relationships, and I'm asking people to trust me to write this dynamic in an engaging way. That's terrifying.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

On AO3? That was actually my OLD username on here.

On here? ....Years ago, fadó, fadó, I was involved with some mostly forgotten drama involving historical fandoms, ugly portraits, racism, the quality of the author of Buchedd Beuno's Welsh, and like....the limits of fandomification when you're dealing with real people who often had complicated legacies, it got quite ugly and quite out of control (with shots fired, mistakes being made, and people caught in the crossfire on both sides), wanted to make a clean start, and chose this username, based on my favorite character from Marie Antoinette: The Musical. (This is also when I started to really distance myself from "history" as a fandom VS just...staying involved in fandoms inspired by history.) A fun fact is that even though there are like. 10 people or less who care about this musical in the Anglophone world, this is NOT actually a fully canon username - Someone got to "MargridArnaud" before me, so I had to add the 's'.

(On the record, I consider that business to be long since done, I have no contact with that side of things, it's done, it's dusted, I have no intention of rejoining that side of things, it's all been put to rest.)

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

(For this chapter, at least)

🧗‍♀️🪨👩‍🦽🦑🎆

(I am not seeing heaven for this combination)

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Don’t bite your tongue, it’s just a word game ‐ Rena x reader

It was time for the class mission and your team wasn’t doing too well. Redlic’s choreography was rejected in favour for Latrice’s and your own rookie group was a bit tense. But there were more obstacles in the way. Buckey entered the hideout, sighing.

‘’Rena barely has me in the video, you can’t see me. I tried to talk to her, everyone’s been kissing up to her. But even though I try I can’t seem to convince her.’’ With that she turns to you, batting her eyes.

‘’Can you try to help.’’. Since you had an interest in Japanese culture from a young age, you had picked up the language. You even had enrolled in a language school to learn it better. Unbeknownst to the people around you, it was called ‘’The lesbian school’’ and you kinda helped with that reputation. Bring together a bunch of teenage girls with the same interests, nerdy looks and too much love for GL manga and Sputnik Sweetheart by Murakami and well. To be fair, it reminded you a bit of this competition. And now it was time to use your Japanese skills to win over a woman again, with less of your sapphic energy, sadly.

You knocking on the door of the Tsubakill hideout was not unusual. You had been bonding with their team since the begging of the competition. Asking about the dance scene in Japan, teaching them more about Korea. You had also been the one to translate the lyrics for the song Rena was choreographing. At the words beckoning you inside you opened the door and were surprised . Rena was alone.Before you could ask, she started explaining herself :

‘’Everyone’s either practicing or resting. But why are you here. Let me guess, Buckey sent you.’’

‘’Yes, but if you could just give her a chance, she can preform well in a more central spot.’’

‘’I’m not doubting your teammate’s skills. But this is a competition, Manequeen should have just preformed better.’’

‘’So this is about strategy. I’ve been nothing but helpful to you. And I can continue to be. Voting the way you want. Teaching you new moves, extra practice. Of course you know I’m a cunning linguist. ‘’ The thing is you didn’t mean to say the last word like that. It was a direct innuendo, a freudian slip on your part. It had been a running joke at your school to make certain Japanese words as gay as possible. And this one stuck, apparently.

“Rena, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s a stupid pun I just happened to memorise.”

Instead of saying anything about your fuckup, she just told you.

“I’ll think about it. And while I do, let’s play Shiritori. It always clears my head. ”

You thought that it seemed strange, but you weren’t about to argue with the woman you needed help from. You motioned for her to start.

とうみ she said

もん you continued

こ she replied

いる you fired back, hoping to trip her up. There were no stakes in the game, anyway so there was no point in being competitive. Still, you were curious about what she would say.

むんこ was her response. Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Rena just said pussy. She could’ve played friend, cup or even anger. But she chose that word. Before you could comment any further, she bursts out laughing.

“You should see your face, you’re so red. Did I surprise you?"

“Did you even want to play Shiritori?”

“No. I suck so much at that game. I’m amazed I lasted long enough to pull it off.” With that you both started laughing again.

“You know, I’m surprised that we are getting along so well. You know, with everything being so intense, I didn’t think you were the affectionate type.”

“Not affectionate, huh. How’s this for not being affectionate?” You lean into her and pressed your forehead against hers. You look at her lips for permission and she responds by kissing you. One kiss turns into two and then a full blown make out session on the couch. Apparently your attraction wasn’t as one sided as you thought. And also being cooped up with a lot of beautiful women for weeks had a similar effect on everyone. You wondered if Rena also took longer showers, so she could get off. But you quickly thought of something else, not wanting to go too far, despite how wet you already were.

But soon enough Rena was on top of you, kissing your neck and your hands were under her shirt. In the mess of limbs your knee lightly brushed against her pussy. She moaned and then covered her mouth.

“Should we test if you are a cunning linguist?” She said. You moved from under her and kneeled on the floor. You pulled her body close to yours, removing her panties. Thank god for skirts, am I right. You began kissing her inner thigh and moved slowly to where she wanted you. You lapped at her clit, moving your tongue up. Her hands pulled on your hair, making you both moan. You say. “Need to taste you, Rena.”. But before you do, she pulls you up and gives you a passionate kiss. You decide to tease her again, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples. As much as you wanted to take your time and please her, you remembered that her crew could be back any time now. So you set out to make her cum before her team comes.

You teasingly flick your tongue on her clit before slowly licking her, fucking her with your tongue. You slip a finger into her while you mouth is on her clit, and added a second finger when she asked for more. You curl two fingers inside her and move them up, while sucking on her clit and look up to watch her cum. She looks so pretty, her face red and her hand over her mouth.

And that’s how you go far in Street Woman Fighter 2.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Welcome to the Cave of Delphi!

I promote love, not hate on this blog.

Apollo love (platonic) in particular.

If 1,000 people love Apollo, I am one of those people. If 100 people love Apollo, I am one of those people. If 10 people love Apollo, I am one of those people. If only 1 person loves Apollo, I AM that person. If nobody loves Apollo, than I have left this world. If the world is against Apollo, I am against the world.

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About Me

Age: 19

Nationality: American

Religion: Roman Catholic

Pronouns: She/Her

Romantic Orientation: Sapphic Demiromantic (sometimes I use Panromantic)

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Current Obsessions: Greek Mythology, Apollo, Trials of Apollo, Apollo, Ancient Greece, Apollo, Roman Empire, & Apollo

THE BRAINROT IS STRONG OKAY

I do occasionally reblog more mature stuff, but I do tag accordingly. Remember that curating your online experience is up to you! :3

Post Masterlist - meta, theories, and headcanons galore!

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My Cohost

My Youtube

Copollo Playlist

Hyapollo Playlist

Favorite Posts

The Copollo Fic Masterlist

Fic Recs

🏹➳~My Fanfics~➳🏹

Fanfic Update Order

The Works of Apollo - RRverse Canon Compliant

Adventures in (Grand)Parenting: Featuring Koios - Our favorite grandpa and his many trials and errors at grandparenting

Alder's Mess of ToA AUs - RRverse Canon Divergent AUs within the series

The Crew of Dodona - ToA Pirate AU

The Odds Are Never In Our Favor - Hunger Games/ToA AU (playlist)

Mythology Fics - The OG myths

Tag List:

#ramblings of an oracle - me spouting whatever i what

#the oracle speaks - asks i have answered <3

#my incorrect quotes - IQs from my own fanfics, not from the myths or ToA

#my art - self-explanatory lmao

#fic asks - asks about my fanfics <3

#ask game - responses to an ask game

Mythology

#apollo love

Duos

#sun n moon twins - Apollo n Artemis <3

#truth n lies - Apollo & Hermes

#logic n chaos - Apollo & Dionysus

#knowledge & wisdom - Apollo & Athena

#theives' hunt - Hermes & Artemis

#poetry and love - Apollo & Aphrodite

#light and fire - Apollo & Hephaestus

#plague and war - Apollo & Ares

#stepduo - Apollo & Hera

#harmony & order - Apollo & Zeus (mainly ToA)

Groups

#the disaster trio - Apollo, Artemis, & Hermes

#queer quartet - Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, & Dionysus

#troublesome triad - Apollo, Hermes, & Dionysus

#raggamuffin kids - all of the second-gen Olympian sibs

#civilization trio - Apollo, Hermes, & Athena

#the music gang - Apollo & the Muses

#chaotic crew - Apollo, Dionysus, Hermes, & Persephone

#tasteful trio - Apollo, Dionysus, & Aphrodite

#delphic triad - Leto and her babies <3

#regal trio - Zeus and the twins

#raggamuffin parents - 1st gen Olympians AKA the children of Kronos

#delphic fam - the maternal side of the twins' family <3

Ships

I love many Apollo ships, both mythology and ToA, so do not be surprised by the Variety~!

also in this house we stan poly Apollo. whenever I write Apollo, ToA or myth him, he's poly :3

#hyapollo / #apollocinthus - Apollo & Hyacinthus

#copollo / apollodus - Apollo & Commodus (ToA)

the guilty-pleasure, absolute TRAINWRECK of a ship between Apollo and Commodus. *slaps ship* i can fit so many ISSUES into this ship!

#apricity - Apollo & Boreas

#sunkiss - Apollo & Branchus

#triple a - Apollo & Admetus & Alcestis

#freypollo - Apollo & Frey (ToA/MCatGoA)

#the music gang - Apollo & the Muses

and i unfortunately don't have ship names for these yet :(

#apollo x cyrene

#apollo x rhoeo

The Stuff

#greek mythology analysis

#incorrect greek mythology quotes

#mythology aus

#greek myths

#greek myth fanart

#greek myth memes

#greek myth headcanons

#greek myth vines

#greek fam tree

#greek history

Then just type in a god/goddess to find stuff with them in it. I can reassure you i will have plenty of stuff with Apollo, Artemis, & Hermes.

sometime tho i will put extra stuff behind it (ex: #pan the god)

for reference: I classify a "meme" as a funny post with pictures or something like that. A "quote" would be, well, quotes.

The Trials of Apollo (RiordanVerse)

*stuff that is exclusively from ToA*

#sunflower siblings - apollo & meg

#sibling shenanigans - apollo, artemis, thalia, & jason

#triumvirite holdings - the three nasty emperors

#prophecy pair - apollo & rachel

#incorrect trials of apollo quotes

#nero

#commodus

#caligula

#meg mccaffery

#python

#toa fanart

#toa theory

#riordanverse headcanons

#toa memes

#toa polls

#toa fanfiction

#apollo fanfiction

#if i was a demigod

ToA Fanfics

#tsari: eclipse

Epics

#the iliad

#the odyssey

#the aeneid

#the trojan war

#trojan war memes

#incorrect trojan war quotes

then just type in a character's name (Ex: #diomedes) and it should pop up. However, some characters I've put extra stuff with like:

#prince hector

#helen of sparta

#jason the argonaut

so as i go/find those names with extras in them i'll place them above

Other

#not myths but it's related

#rome

#poetry

#music

#the haiku bot

#resources

#blood of zeus

#roman emperors

#sacred animals

#statues

#paintings

#notes for later

#not myths

#rhymes

i have a tag for other deities so just type in their name and then what religion they are (Example: #frey norse god; thoth egyptian god; bast egyptian goddess; ect.) <- all one tag

i won't do it often, but i also may reblog stuff from other mythologies like norse or egyptian (HA I SPELT IT RIGHT FIRST TIME WHOOP)

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

If I had a dollar for everytime I mistook a character's gender from fe4, I'd have 2 dollars

Dew and Midir (/Midayle, but typing Midir is easier on phone)

Lord.

When I saw a clip of one of Dew and Lachesis' conversations, I was shook like- YURI?? IN MY 1996 SNES FIRE EMBLEM GAME?? AND THEY DID SESBIAN LEX??

Nope, Dew a dewde (hehe)

Same with Midir tbh, like wowza, this gal sure is protective of her princess (brain said it was Sapphic 100%)

*sigh* I did try and give Midir a partner immediately in the prologue, but er... *cough cough*

Skill issue on my part lmao

(Tl;Dr, guys so pretty it made anon confused)

- 🫧

(PS. u didn't use the bubble anon tag of my last take :( )

No no no you were right actually. bc i said so

[bah-circus]

could we get a transharmless phantom from phantom of the opera?

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

The Phantom of the Opera!

°·⊱ Name: Erica, Phantom, Anais, Bella, Odette

°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: The Opera Ghost, The Phantom of the Opera, (prn) Who Leads the Angel

°·⊱ Age: 35-45, is unsure of her specific age

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human

°·⊱ Source: Phantom of the Opera

────── · · · · ──────

°·⊱ Sex: Male

°·⊱ Gender: Transfem, Musicgender

°·⊱ Pronouns: She/Her; They/Them; Ari/Aria; Pup/Pups

°·⊱ Sexuality: Sapphic

────── · · · · ──────

°·⊱ Personality: Quiet and passionate, she spends most of her time working on her passion projects, usually some new opera or song. Enjoys helping and teaching those around them with whatever music related thing they might be working on. 

°·⊱ Likes: Puzzles, Listening to and Composing Music, Reading, Architecture, Hands

°·⊱ Dislikes: Stairs, The Circus, Fires, Overconfidence in Stupid People

°·⊱ Role: Music Teacher, Muse, Siren

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🎵🎹📜👻🪽🎭🐀

°·⊱ Typing Quirk: Uses Proper Punctuation And Capitalizes Every Word.

────── · · · · ──────

°·⊱ TransIDs: transHarmless, transPeaceful, transAdored, transRedemption, transMuteFlex, transCute, transInnocent, trisObsessive, transBPD, transCringefailWoman, transGoodPerson, transGood, transMentallyStable, transHelpful, transAngel, transGoodbodiment, nullTrauma, nullPTSD

°·⊱ CisIDs: Agoraphobia, Harmful, Autism, Black Hair, Green Eyes, Scars, 3a Hair Texture

°·⊱ MUDS: Lost Puppy Syndrome

°·⊱ Paras: 🫁, 💤, 🌑, 🩹, 👀, 💧, 🎭, 🔊, 🎵, 🖐️, 🌹

°·⊱ Extra: Is still self conscious about her scars.

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

[wildermouse]

favorite sapphic shows/movies?

oh i am so glad you asked. there are more (i’m working on a master list with my ratings and if they’re bury your gays / cancelled) but these are my tops

shows:

warrior nun

killing eve

the haunting of bly manor (ow)

willow

san junipero (s3e04 of black mirror)

gentleman jack

a league of their own

vigil

dickinson

the wilds

yellowjackets

the sex lives of college girls

wynonna earp

vida (so underrated)

the l word + the l word generation q

stupid wife (web series)

euphoria

orange is the new black

wentworth

grey’s anatomy & station 11 (so good for the gays)

atypical

motherland: fort salem

i am not okay with this

first kill

dead to me

gypsy

feel good

tales of the city

arcane

genera+ion

teenage bounty hunters

heartbreak high

she-ra

anne+ (haven’t watched yet but ik it’ll be good)

the bold type

movies:

fingersmith

i can’t think straight

ammonite

portrait of a lady on fire

imagine me & you

anne+

saving face

the world unseen

elena undone

my first summer

crush

but i’m a cheerleader

kajillionaire

loving annabelle

tell it to the bees

miseducation of cameron post

girl, interrupted (not very gay but my fav movie)

fucking amal (aka show me love)

you can live forever

fear street saga

below her mouth

disobedience

addicted to fresno

bloomington

liz in september (fuckin sad tho)

circumstance

looking for her & city of trees (same actresses)

fried green tomatoes

happiest season

professor marston and the wonder woman

summerland

lost & delirious

tipping the velvet

my days of mercy

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HIHI HELLOOO!! it seems this is a rite of passage for many mutuals (they have all gotten this oc lore hehehe) So sooo i’ll try to make it as short as possible :]]

The story is set in Beckenshire, a fake town in florida! This world is literally just ours but with monsters/cryptids. And they’ve been here since the dawn of time but ever since the discovery of nuclear power, they seem to be drawn to nuclear plants/nuclear sites, and Beckenshire is an old mining/nuclear facility town so they have a lot of monsters!

so the main three characters are Ryan (he/him), Carmela (she/her) and Dana (they/she)!

Ryan is a basketball and dnd player who is the son of Adele and Josh Beckett and he has an older sister called Claire. What happens to him in the story is that his arm gets cut off by his gf Carmela D: and he gets a werewolf-ish bite which causes him to get yellow pupils, horns and pointy teeth :]

Carmela is a soccer player and her parents are Maria Luzardo and Daniel Rivera. Maria moved away three years ago after a fight with her husband. Carmela is not doing well in the story (well nobody is really lmao)- she gets emotionally manipulated into cutting ryan’s arm off and joined a cult (the cult made her cut his arm off btw)

Dana!! Love them soo much!! She runs a weather station for the town :]] Her parent’s are Noah B and José! Noah married José some years after his wife, Dana’s bio mum, died. Later in the story, a Fetch (monsters that take the form of a loved on to kill you) pretends to be Dana’s mum and tries to drown them and mermaid-ish monsters steal Dana’s left eye!

I have very lengthy lore for all the parents but i shall focus on Janette, Adele, and Josh (the polycule ever if they were good peoplee). So Adele and Josh started dating in highschool and Josh is transmasc but found that out in his late 20’s so they began as a sapphic couple. Adele is very transphobic (girl nooo) and blames Josh for Ryan also being transmasc (josh just break up with adele it’d be easierr)

Janette Biswar is the leader of the cult that Carmela joined! I love janette actually she’s amazing <-she’s evil but shshshhs. So janette and adele end up in a weird situationship/relationship thing?? Janette’s aro and she tells Adele that when they meet like ‘heyyy no romance please’ and adele is like ‘yeah sure sure whatever’ reminder that adele is cheating on her husband and janette has no clue about this!! Adele ends up falling in love, it could be obsession idk if its love but here we are shsvkshdkdn, with janette and she uses the ‘your heartless’ line which is like GIRL NOOO

Putting aside their drama, Janette uses Carmela’s mum against her to blackmail her into cutting off Ryan’s arm. Janette dies twice in this story, first one being burnt alive inside the cult building. Adele is the one who lit the place on fire btw. The second time is quite gory if you think about it soo here we go:

So one of the monsters in this world is called Sprites! They are little spirits that inhabit inanimate objects and you can give them sweet treats to get the object back! There is another type of them which I’m calling Sprite 2.0 at the moment which inhabit dead bodies or making deals with people on their deathbed (literally and methaporically). Janette makes a deal with them when she’s dying in the burning building.

The catch here is that the sprites will give your body energy and like magic fuel but that energy is so rich with magic that bright blue flowers with thorns that grow under the skin of the person. They are always trying to get out of the body, but they aren’t able to break the skin by their own. When your skin gets cut, all the flowers will rush to the cut and push their way out of your body.

So Janette gets shot by her son/nephew (that’s complicated but yeah its her sister kid she adopted) and its in the chest but just above her collarbone so if she got to the hospital she’d be fine. But the flowers under her skin rush towards that wound and tear the skin away to let them out. They tear away at her heart, lungs and windpipe, but grow reallyyyy slowly so she’s just lying there slowly dying while Adele’s like ‘hahhaa L imaginr fuck you’ basically.

Uh yeah. that’s a short rundown if you can believe it! I could go into soo much more detail on every character mentioned so yeyeyee if you have any questions, since this was very confusing, pls send them my way since i love talking about these guys! (obviously as you can tell lmao :]])