#long live the sapphics

[boojangs]

[duckngk]

fem!blackbonnet redraw

i cried over this show last night cus i remembered it exists. i also realized last night that i have a whole season two to redraw scenes from

[icyypaintbrush]

Very badly done wenclair (I dont understand digital art)

[sarahreesbrennan]

Hi Sarah, I'm so excited to see your upcoming release. (Villainess deserve representation too!) I was rereading Love From Both Sides for the dozenth time - as one does - and I was wondering if you had any plans for a spin off with Adara and Natalie? Their story has so many uncharted possibilities, I'm dying to know more. And relatedly, we're gasping out here for more sapphic media that goes as hard as your work does 🥺

I'm sorry if this has been asked and answered before, I couldn't find anything in your archives. Thanks again for writing In Other Lands, a precious and rare delight. I hope you're having the bestest day with at least one friendly nuzzle from a puppy

Hey my love, Never be sorry for asking anything! This world is bettered by the questioners, and it’s a great compliment to me that you care.

As regards Adara and Natalie specifically, I couldn’t tell you. I’d love to write more in the In Other Lands world (about which more later) - but whether I could do a short story or a series of books would obviously change my answer. It’s not entirely up to me, but I definitely do have plans for Adara. She’s a foil for Elliot, and the kind of character I really like - one who I see treated shallowly in other media, when few people really are shallow. If there’s too much skimming the surface, I long to explore the depths. And with the depths come adventures. Thank you for your care!

I also thank you for being excited for Long Live Evil. Villains and villainesses do definitely deserve representation, and have long been beloved by me because they’re often complicated, witty because they see the world differently, and queer-coded. I was also thinking when writing it about the different ways audiences can come to a story, and using the same evidence how different people presume characters are (for example) straight or bisexual. And often the ending will be very uniformly heterosexual. But if you go into the story, and change its direction… Are the things you presumed true? Are the things characters presumed about themselves true? Would certain subtexts surface, and certain texts submerge? How do we influence art by engaging with it? Anyway, I am categorically not making any promises because that’s got me in trouble before. But it’s an ensemble story (I was inspired by the group dynamics and relationships, all given weight, of Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows) and these are some of my preoccupations when writing it. I hope you shall find much to enjoy.

In the meantime, if you seek sapphic media that goes hard, and Sappho knows we all do… The Jasmine Throne and the Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri - this series is a huge favourite of mine - and not just mine, it won the World Fantasy award. Its central f/f pairing features one party holding the other at knifepoint for fine reasons and they have a brilliant dynamic based on understandably conflicting ideologies and complicated family situations! I love it.

Thank you for a delight of a letter and your kind words. I write this being yelled at by a cat for skritches, which is pleasant as puppies. I wish you a beauteous day with animal companions of choice, with apologies I couldn’t answer more definitively!

[supposedlysecretlysapphic]

Sapphic is such a beautiful word. It's perfectly descriptive without the baggage of others using it as a slur (if it has don't tell me, ignorance is bliss). It's perfectly inclusive. It's also great as it's a word that those who know will gravitate towards (for example looking for sapphic books) but those who don't won't instantly prejudge it and will just move on. It just sounds lovely phonetically, and immortalizes the name of a woman from a society which tended to demonize them. All in all I just think it's neat!

[divno]

I'm not afraid

Long live all the mountains we moved

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

I was screaming, "Long live the look on your face"

And bring on all the pretenders

One day we will be remembered

-Long Live by Taylor Swift

[bkerst]

this year's lesbian visibility week i'd like to thank leg hair, weed, beer and of course bruce springsteen

[widowlurker]

when I say I love Peggy Carter I don’t mean comic Peggy or cynthia glass mcu Peggy but a secret third thing

[monomoss]

listening to casual by chappell roan on the train to uni after you’ve hooked up with your ex back home is a spiritual experience

[arabela25]

The Liverpool Songbook | Eurovision Song Contest 2023

[homeofsexual-mess]

My train is about to depart

going to my ancestral place

My parents' house, for better and worse

When with a heavy heart

I hear calling, the monotone pace

The pa spouts a name in the manner hoarse

Another train, that comes to you

Another route, a happier week

The bittersweet deja-vu

Promises made, decision unquick

Writing this poem my train leaves

This uncertainty makes me sick

The route is set,

The future locked

Another path chosen be cannot

I just hope to see you again soon

And that your heart remembers me everyday

Mine sure does you

Two trains, August 2024

[angy-grrr]

Hey now, some spoilers.

I am literally having the time of my life, both as an Izuku fan and as a bkdk fan like. We won so hard for that one. I hope Kacchan's ranks skyrockets and that Izuku keeps being both a teacher and a hero with his friends. They deserve it i swear.

Also big win for women lovers this chapter idk what i would have some without them fr 🙏

Why is nobody talking about Tsuyu's bangs I love her bangs

[tumbling-down-hills-and-stuff]

High and listening to girl in red for the first time ever and compiling a Pinterest wlw board titled “sapphic” and it’s pictures of women doing couple-y stuff and kissing and just being together in love and I’ve only recently accepted to myself that I’m a lesbian and am finally allowing myself to embrace this part of myself and I am so happy to be alive right now which I know is the opposite of who I was only just a few years ago and I just want to say life gets good if you believe you deserve it.

[clorgyporgie]

she was shaking her leg during our call last night and i could tell bc she was just bouncing uncontrollably even tho im the bunny between us and my beastly thoughts kept overpowering me about how much and how RAPIDLY im going to be on top of her and bite bite bite and smother her with kisses when i see her soon. little fuckin wiggler. my fidgety adhd goddess. im gonna fucking aaaaaaa I LOVE HER.

[datastate]

oh shit i talked about gay men during lesbian visibility week

[haverdoodles]

One Soul

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“You’ve calmed down quite a bit this last century, you know.” Ayrenn said, dragging one calloused fingertip leisurely around the rim of the open wine bottle that they shared. “Not nearly as much pillaging, stomping, or shouting.”

“You’re imagining it,” Ohta grunted into her glass. “I pillage, stomp and shout aplenty.”

Ayrenn smiled. “You play it up for the strays that you collect – don’t think I haven’t noticed the chaos you lot cause around the Isles – but it’s mostly bluster. Are you getting old, my Ohta?”

The last sentence was said in jest, but the other woman appeared to take it seriously. Ohta’s arched brows furrowed as she thoughtfully peered down into the rich contents of her glass.

“The young heroes need that sort of thing,” she said finally. “The strength, the shouting, the sense that all will be well if they push on with their fists raised. That’s what The Boar represents nowadays. Times are growing more troubled, and that spark of hotheaded heroism is needed now more than ever.” Her thin lips, stained dark by wine, curled into a small smile. “Heh. Did you hear the way that sounded? Maybe I am getting old.”

Ayrenn reached across the table and threaded her fingers through Ohta’s. Their palms, hardened by centuries of life and warfare, were warm to the touch. Ohta returned the small gesture without hesitation, covering her Queen’s hand entirely with her own.

“I am getting old too,” Ayrenn confessed. Her voice was soft, thoughtful, and as warm as the fire crackling in the hearth mere paces away. “We have been alive for a very long time, my Ohta. We have lost friends to time and made new ones, and lost those ones too. We have waged wars and ended them, forged alliances and broken them. We have watched the moons shift their course in the sky, and new constellations appear beside them.” Her hand squeezed Ohta’s. “It has been a long, glorious life.”

Ohta’s eyes, a vivid green that reminded her Queen of fresh spring, shone suspiciously bright in the dim light of the room. “I will serve you until the end, Ayrenn. I can think of no finer honour.”

“No, my love.” Ayrenn whispered. “I no longer need a subordinate. We will walk onto our last battlefield as equals in every sense of the word, and we will die as equals too. When the earth tastes our lifeblood, it will not know us as Agent and Queen.”

Ohta ripped her hand from the other’s grip and in one dizzying moment was falling to her knees in front of her Ayrenn, who was not her sovereign within these safe walls, but her lover. Her Ayrenn, for whom she felt a respect and affection that had cultivated for so long into something so profound it transcended all language.

“I thought we were discussing my pillaging, stomping and shouting,” she managed to choke out finally, drawing a musical laugh from the woman seated above her. Strong arms drew her in for an equally strong embrace, and Ohta could not help but crush her little Queen to her chest when they collided. Their hearts were beating fast and as one, their breaths matching in rhythm.

One soul. That was what they were, wasn’t it? There could be no other explanation, Ohta thought.

“I wish I could have married you,” Ayrenn breathed into Ohta’s shoulder.

“I don’t need marriage.” Ohta said roughly, her eyes pricking at the youthful wistfulness in her beloved’s voice. She pressed her cheek to Ayrenn’s starlit hair and inhaled. “It would not be enough.”

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A sappy 1am drabble of my favourite ladies. It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything.

Also pls ignore any current/future TES lore discrepancies/inaccuracies, I have like a decade’s worth of lore and timelines to catch up on 😭🙏