#queer angst

[renstrapp]

Olene, you devil. The ex girlfriend of Molly Song and the catalyst for How Could You, my debut graphic novel full of messy college relationships.

This faux riso print is this month's Patreon postcard! Seagulls forever.

[sillystringpony]

Memphis' first and only love thus far; Jonathan Ringler. Jono was quite obviously a queer man in denial, so their whole doomed romance was very much a right people, wrong time sort of thing.

I'm not crying, you are, actually.

interactions hugely appreciated

[adult-trash-lord]

So I finally watched Good Omens. Didn't know I signed up for more fandom hell.

[indigosabyss]

Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week!!

I'm doing three fics and maybe a podfic if i manage to clear my throat up before the end of the week.

First is A(r)ro(w) Force: A Gwen Poole and Nadia Van Dyne teamup on the WCA reality show. Deals with the worries of being on the aromantic spectrum, and trying to understand what subcategory you fit in. I've already posted that.

Next will be the second chapter of You're Ten Billion Percent Not Alone: A Dr. Stone QPR SenGen fic. Main themes of aro community and the joy that comes with it. I will post it some time this week.

Last is going to be We're All Aro Here, A Bloom Into You fic of Doujima realizing that the entire student council except him is somewhat arospec. It's about aro acceptance, from the angle of people who know nothing about the proper terminology and understand what they're feeling. I haven't posted it yet, but will update with the link. Might write bits of this live on my twitch, if you're interested.

Here's the link to my youtube channel in case I do post my podfic for You've Got A Face For Radio, an aroace alastor character study on ao3 by ckret2.

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I CAN'T, I CAN'T, NO, NO, NOT AGAIN!

Aziraphale just sacrificed his own happiness, left the love of his life and went to a place he doesn't like in order to try to fix something that is broken

And now Loki sacrificed his own happiness, left his friends and love of his life and took a throne he never actually wanted to fix something that is broken.

NOT AGAIN, NOT A SECOND TIME IN ONE YEAR, I CAN'T DO THIS

[14thcommander]

The taste of her kiss is bittersweet.

The guilt goes away as quickly as it arrives, not enough to fully disrupt the moment. It’s all tongue and teeth, hungry in its very nature. Yet, it is the softest touch you have ever felt.

When she moves away from you — just slightly, as you can still feel her warm breath fanning over your face — you wonder what your family would think of this.

Would they want to fix you? Would they seek a cure for whatever disease takes over your chest whenever you see her?

The weed blooming in your heart, twisting around its organic cage, is too strong. The thoughts of sin and guilt are like an image on a fuzzy television screen — faint, but still there. Tattooed on your skin like the scars you made yourself.

Her warm palms are pressed against your cheeks. She briefly squishes them, giggling as she does so. You exchange the beautiful sounds of laughter.

With an expression of a faint smile on your face, you move forward. Your lips are on hers again.

She doesn’t pull away. In fact, she brings you closer. Your body is pressed against hers.

In this moment, you wonder if God will forgive you for not being able to love a man — at least, not like you love her.

Who could know the mind of God, after all?

[crownedwriting]

My brother is mad at me for killing his sister.

he doesn't understand that she would have killed me first. He doesn't understand that he'd have lost both of us had I not pulled the trigger first.

he told me he wants his sister back.

I told him he wouldn't have a sibling at all had she survived.

he doesn't understand that I'm still here. that we're still the same person.

we just have a different name.

we still like drawing. we still like writing. we still crack the same jokes-- it's just in a deeper voice, now.

my brother can't love his new brother the same way he loved his old sister.

a part of him will always hate me for killing her, and I understand.

I just miss him. and I know he misses me, too, just the wrong version of me.

I miss our inside jokes.

I miss knowing his favourite colour. his favourite animal. his favourite video game.

I miss knowing my brother.

siblings aren't meant to be strangers, yet here we are.

raised, loved, and laughed together,

and I don't know his favourite colour.

[n3wg0ryv4mp]

thibking about how getou’s body fought over kenjaku taking over his body because it was instinctual to protect gojo

[scooterdoesanart]

"...ah"

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[slxxpynxrski]

Old man yaoi

[birdiebats]

Went to world pride parade tonight and honestly it was kind of depressing nfnfjfjrhtujtkt like any true demonstration of queer liberation and expression has been watered down by commercialism

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dante's Inferno (1861)

— by Gustave Doré

[toyoumyloves]

"Beautiful Things" by Benson Borne kicks in as the first song of the day. The day it came out, I listened to it obsessively. 🌙 Broke up with me over text at 12:52pm. Today would've been our anniversary

Shuffle

Hamilton blares out of my headphones. When we went to see it, it was the first time I told 🎲 I liked them. I spent 6 months after we broke up not being able to listen to it. Then 🌙 put it on in the car and we sung along like idiots.

Shuffle

The intro to Six starts playing. All I can think about is going to see Six with his family 2 days before we started dating. All I can think about is how 🎲's favourite queen was K Howard. All I can think about is that he made me into K Howard.

Shuffle

The comforting intro of "This is home" by Cavetown quickly turns sour as I remember the only music of mine that 🎲 would ever let me listen to to fall asleep to was Cavetown.

I turn off Spotify.

[sleepyangelkami]

more vi plss!! (and reader is a pillow princess)

SAY IT .vi

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 1.5K

VI (ARCANE) X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - vi calls you exactly what you are, a pillow princess and in efforts to prove her wrong, you only end up proving her right. but that's fine, because that was all she wanted.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!vi, sub!reader, pillow princess!reader, fingering (r.receiving), praise kink, dumbification, dirty talk, alternate universe, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

it started off as a joke.

a simple joke that left your girlfriends lips. you'd been laying on your stomach across the sitting room sofa, words mindlessly falling from both your lips as you flipped through a magazine. she sat man-spreading across the arm chair, controller in hand. you always said she loved her video games more than you, but she'd always deny.

then you heard it, the joke spewing from her lips with a smirk on her face. "yeah, okay, pillow princess."

instantly, your head snapped up from your magazine. your glittery pen that you'd been circling clothing with dropped from your pretty fingers. "i'm not a pillow princess."

vi seemed to sense your distress. she set the controller down as the game conveniently ended. "well, i'm not saying there's anything wrong with it." she leaned back against the armchair, resting her hands behind her head. "i love that you're a pillow princess, believe me."

you wouldn't believe how many times she'd gotten off just by thinking about it. you were so good for her, so responsive. she hardly had to touch you and you were falling apart. sure, she loved watching your head between her thighs as you whimpered into her but there was nothing more she loved than watching you, hearing you. all of it.

you seemed butt hurt by the joke.

but vi swiftly changed the conversation, noticing the furrow of your brow.

vi knew how sensitive you were, how easily you took everything to heart and she didn't want you over thinking this. and her tactics proved right, by five minutes later you were showing her a pretty top you'd spotted on the coloured pages.

you didn't think much of it at first. in fact, for the next while, you didn't think of it at all.

perhaps you had too much in your head to contain so much information, you told vi that was why you talked so much.

it wasn't until vi had you pinned down against the bed, making out with you, that the moment popped into your head again.

you almost shut it out on accident, then it clicked. vi was kissing you deeply, her hands dragged at your hips, pulling and kneading the skin while you passed heavy breaths through your lips, kissing her back just as hard.

and suddenly, you had this urge to prove her wrong.

vi felt you shift, letting you take the lead.

she felt you turn you both over, you landed in her lap and suddenly, she was the one against the bed. her brows shifted in amusement. "what's this, baby?"

you shifted your hair to one side of your head so it didn't get in the way, you weren't really used to things like this. "jus' trying to prove something." you mumbled before reaching down and kissing her lips.

don't get me wrong, vi loved the feeling of you kissing her, whatever way you sat, laid or stood, on top or not. but she couldn't seem to shake the amusement as your mouth left hers, leaving a trail of kisses against her neck. "this have something to do with that joke i made before?"

your lips stopped momentarily at her neck, eyes gazing up. "'m not a pillow princess."

vi didn't understand why you were so adamant about it.

there was no shame in it. on the contrary, she adored it.

"yeah?" her brow cocked and she was looking at you this way that had you nodding, suddenly unable to speak. "y'sure, sweetheart? cause if i remember correctly..." suddenly, you were being flipped over again, beneath her all over again. "you quite like sitting there all pretty 'n taking it."

you could feel her hands trail down past your waist, kneading your thighs in her hands. "v-vi, 'm trying to―" you were cut off by the breath being caught in your throat.

vi's hand had trailed up your skirt, her fingers dancing over your panties. "you're trying to what, sweet girl?" you felt her fingers rub against your clothed clit. "c'mon, use your words f'me."

"vi!" you whined, feeling her fingers against you. she wasn't being fair, you were supposed to take charge but how could you think about anything when she was touching you like that?

a soft laugh left the girls lips as she pushed your panties aside, fingers gentle against your swollen bud. "love it when you whine like that."

you could only look up at her with your tinted hot cheeks.

she began to press gentle kisses against the nape of your neck, fingers trailing down to your hole, she rounded her fingers against you, collecting the trail of your slick across her digits. she made a fake gasp noise. "'n look how wet you are already." she couldn't help but smirk. "good girl."

two single words that set you off every time.

a gasp left your lips as she slipped her two fingers inside you at once. you suddenly moaned with pleasure.

vi was like a drug. every time she touched you, you found yourself addicted, begging and chasing for her to praise you. you'd do anything to please her but luckily for you, that meant just sitting there and taking it. you truly did wish you could be less 'responsive' but vi wouldn't take it any other way. her favourite thing to do was turn you dumb with her mere fingers, maybe even her strap.

your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, feeling her fingers pound against your sopping cunt. "please, vi." you moaned out. "please don't stop."

"yeah? wanna be my good girl again, huh?" nudging your face with her nose, littering kisses on your cheek.

you could only whimper out with a nod. vi had this way of making you feel like you were high on magic. you couldn't help but want her in every way.

"then say it, angel." fingers pumping in and out, embarrassing squelching sounds bounced off each wall of the bedroom. "say you're my pillow princess."

she was met with a mere whine of dissatisfaction from you.

she feigned sympathy with a coo. "awh, i know, baby. my poor girl, jus' so mean, aren't I?" but the girl didn't care much for your whining and whimpering, she'd get you to say it before you came. "but you gotta say it, yeah? don't want me to stop do you?"

you pursed your lips closed. "mm-mm. please don't stop." you practically panted out, you could almost feel frustration build in your water line. "nnghh― please, vi!"

"four words." is all she whispered back, her palm grazed against your clit every time her fingers pounded into your entrance. "know you can say it, pretty girl. jus' need me to make you all dumb, don't you, baby?"

a whimper of her name was the only thing that left your lips, eyes screwing shut.

"close, sweetheart? 's now or never, baby. say it or i'll stop."

the feeling was knotting in your stomach, ready to unravel. you didn't want to but you knew better than to cum without following orders.

so you forced the damned sentence to pass your lips. "'m your pillow princess."

and a coo only fell from the magenta haired girl. "awh, know you are, sweet girl. see? my good girl always listens, doesn't she? huh?" vi tended to ask you questions while knuckles deep in your pussy, she knew you couldn't utter a single word. "you jus' need me to make your poor pussy feel all good, don't you?"

a breathless, "uh-huh." was her answer. "'m close!"

"yeah? gonna be good f'me 'n say please?" of course, vi had to make you beg for it.

"please!" you practically squeaked out as your back arched against the bed.

a chuckle left her lips. "you can do better than that."

and you really, definitely could. but vi had made you all dumb, exactly her plan. "please let me cum, vi. please, need it so bad. please." you repeated the word please in little whispers, unable to hold back the knot in your stomach.

"you're such a good girl, 'course you can cum, baby." she felt your spongy walls suddenly tighten around her fingers. "that's it, sweetheart, cum all over vi's fingers, 's a good girl."

vi pumped her fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your high like she always did until you were squirming away from her.

she leaned against the bed with a self-loving smirk on her face, hardly glancing your way. you laid next to her, chest falling and rising as you panted out breaths. a beat of silence passed until you spoke up. "vi?" turning your head to her.

"yes, my pillow princess?" she teased.

instantly, a frown fell on your face as you crossed your arms over your chest. she wasn't being fair. "i was gonna say something, now i'm not speaking to you."

"oh, come on." she lifted your face by her thumb to make you look at her again. "no pouting or else i'll have to shut you up all over again."

an idea suddenly fell flat on your head.

your pout deepened.

vi only climbed over you with the smuggest of smirks on her face. "you dirty little slut."

main masterlist/vi's masterlist

[dontbelasagne]

the trans lesbian experience of listening to girl in red during your teens and feeling like your love has no place in the world

[fecklessgreebobastard]

ingénue

i don’t know how to act, but i could be your ingénue

dykes are the new fags, buying latex button ups in waterloo

full to the baseball cap brim with swag, i just can’t feel what you need me to

they just left to pick up a bag, now the whole function is giving verbal spew

you could give me the world, but all i wanna do is crush it in my palms

like a handshake sealed tight, with none of the charm

bureaucratics, briefcases and billboards, turn the passion to a battery farm

and the place i call home, has no fire alarm

i hate the way logic hunts me down and strips me away

these days it’s either too much, or nothing to say

i am my own golem, moulded myself out of clay

store away all these fantasies, for a rainy day

when i’m all alone wearing lingerie

taught to be a good bitch, born to disobey

making ‘love’ in a soho alleyway

if i smash my own mirror, does it double the bad luck?