#sapphic sexy times

[skyler10fic]

Countdown

By Skyler10

Summary: Daisy and Carol countdown to the new year in the smuttiest way.

Notes: Just sapphic sexy times, following up from the Home for the Holidays fic, but no plot or prior knowledge of that necessary. Just pwp is all there is here.

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The noises from outside were muffled up in the tower of the beachside hotel. Explosions in the sky drowned out the whooshing of the inky black ocean waves, and the cheers of revealers at the beach party blended with the thump thump of the bass in the music.

The newly engaged Daisy and Carol had left the party early, however. The later it got, their dancing turned to kissing and kissing to touching more and more sensually. Buzzed on the free-flowing champagne, they decided to return to their room early (before hotel management asked them to leave). 

The elevator was crowded, and Carol was pressed up against Daisy’s backside. It was all Carol could do to keep her hand from wandering so she kept it firmly planted against Daisy’s stomach. As the guests in front of them exited and more got on to replace them on their way up, a woman about their age with a wine glass in one hand and a bottle in the other caught sight of the shiny ring on Carol’s hand that was holding Daisy close. 

“Congratulations.” The woman winked and nodded to Carol’s ring. 

“Thanks,” Daisy answered for them both and beamed. She subtly brought her left hand up to brush her hair back and show off her ring as well. 

“Honeymoon?” The woman noticed the tell-tale mark on Daisy’s neck her strapless dress failed to hide now that her long, dark, loose waves weren’t in the way.  

Carol thrilled at the thought of being newlyweds soon enough but corrected her, “Christmas engagement and just a little New Year’s trip to celebrate.” 

As the elevator door opened on their floor and they moved to exit, Daisy added, “Happy New Year!” and the woman responded, “To you too!” She raised her glass of white wine, toasting their happiness. 

As Carol opened their door with the keycard, she mused, “I was tempted to say, ‘Not our honeymoon yet, just practice.’” 

“As if we need practice,” Daisy scoffed. “Please.” 

Once they were fully inside with the door locked behind them, Carol grabbed Daisy’s hips and pressed her against the wall.

“Wait, heels off first,” Daisy requested. 

“Absolutely.”

They removed their shoes and Carol began on the clothing, taking off her black trousers and reaching for the zipper on Daisy’s back. She slowed down and kissed Daisy’s neck as she lowered the sparkling dress. Daisy stepped out of it and threw it on top of the closed suitcase, along with Carol’s trousers. 

“My turn,” Daisy stated simply as she untied the halter strap of Carol’s top from around her neck and slipped her hands under the hem at Carol’s stomach to take it off completely. She appreciated the way the low cut of the neckline drew her attention, but it was time for it to go in the pile on the luggage as well. 

The halter top had included bra padding, so Carol was already a step ahead. It was Daisy’s strapless bra’s turn to go. Daisy breathed a sigh of relief with it gone and kissed Carol in gratitude. Carol’s tongue pressed past Daisy’s lips and Daisy melted into her. Neither of them remembered later how their underwear came off or climbing onto the bed, but all Carol knew was suddenly Daisy was grinding down on her thigh to the rhythm of the music outside.

Carol could feel Daisy’s desperation against her and grabbed her ass with one hand while palming her breast with the other. Daisy alternated between panting and deep kisses and soft moans, especially as Carol writhed up to meet her hips. Carol moved her hand from Daisy’s ass to between her legs from behind, stroking her fingers through Daisy’s wetness up to her clit and back down inside. 

“Fuck,” Daisy gasped. Carol teased one of Daisy’s nipples into a peak and felt her own getting harder. Daisy noticed too and moved to suck and lick them each in turn. Now dislodged from its position, Carol’s hand moved to circle Daisy’s clit from the front, though her movements were erratic by now with the attention her breasts were receiving. Daisy whined and grinded down harder on Carol’s fingers, reminding her to stay focused. 

Carol couldn’t see the clock from this position, but Daisy could. She pushed herself up on her hands on either side of Carol, pressing her breasts out temptingly. 

“I’m close,” she panted. “Finish me and I promise you’ll have a midnight countdown to remember.” 

Carol knew exactly what that meant. She flipped them over and set to work with more control on top. It was her turn to grind down on Daisy’s leg as her fingers worked Daisy to the edge. It was a dance that Carol knew every step of by heart, but she always managed to learn something new in the process. On a more ordinary night at home, she would studiously explore each nerve-ending’s reaction, memorizing every inch and gasp of her future bride. But tonight, there was a countdown and a promise and a heat that drove them faster, so Carol focused on stoking that fire into an explosion to rival the show outside. 

Daisy arched and moaned, and Carol could feel her muscles tense and flutter as she worked Daisy down from the high. 

“How much time do we have?” Daisy panted as Carol rocked her hips against her. 

“Two minutes to midnight,” Carol answered, with the strain of desire in her voice.

“Plenty of time,” Daisy hummed and pushed Carol back on the bed so she could be on top with a devilish smile that sent a wave of warmth and wetness to Carol’s core. Daisy felt it as she lightly brushed her fingertips through Carol’s folds and kissed her in response.

“I need you,” Carol begged against Daisy’s lips. “Please.” 

“The magic word,” Daisy teased, verbally and physically. She inserted her middle and pointer fingers more fully into Carol and curled them with light pressure, then pulled them out and pushed back in, repeating faster and harder until she was finger-fucking her and teasing her clit with her thumb in rhythm with Carol’s bucking hips. The fireworks outside grow louder and brighter, but Carol hardly noticed as her pleasure built. Daisy’s thumb worked her harder and with more intentionality. They just might make it…

The 10-second countdown had begun down at the beach party, and Daisy sped up her movements, making Carol cry out in an involuntary moan of pleasure. 3… 2… 1… Carol’s orgasm swept over her, throughout her whole body, as the crowd outside cheered and the music grew louder and the fireworks ended in a grand finale. 

“Happy new year,” Daisy purred, smugly satisfied at her accomplishment. She stretched out next to Carol, who rewarded her with a New Year’s midnight kiss. Daisy’s tongue caressed Carol’s until they were ready for a slower round two, using the friction of each other’s thighs, and then round three found a different use for their tongues altogether. In the end, they confessed to each other that wearing only their engagement rings and nothing else was a powerful turn-on, both visually and feeling the metal of each other’s ring’s inner band against their skin. 

Satiated and exhausted, they showered, got ready for bed, and cuddled under the covers, falling into dreamless contented sleep. Their romantic beach vacation was only just beginning, as was the new year, but they were already off to a passionate start. 

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

petition for chappell roan to guest star on what we do in the shadows

[lavenderedhoney]

My princess has gotten braver about asking me to touch her pussy and it's really sweet. Fingered her while she was standing up till she needed to collapse in my arms and then I propped my knee up between her legs and it made her gasp so I had her straddle me properly and ride my thigh till she'd cum 3 times. I used to make her grind her pussy on my thigh like that a lot more and I need to bring it back bc she's so pretty when she cums like that. 🥰

(This post is about trans + lesbian sex. DNI if you: are a cishet man, are under 18, do not have your age on your blog, or post ageplay, rape fantasies, dykebreaking or misgendering content)

[bastionrojo]

Hand Tension

[songsofsappho]

I'm really missing showering with someone all of the sudden.

Not like, in a sexy way... Just in the visceral mundanity of caring for each other's basic needs.

Making sure she's clean and comfortable. Taking her away from the world for a moment. From the noise and crowds and expectations.

Tending to another in the physical, the spiritual, the emotional. To be able to give someone peace of mind.

The softness. The warmth. The gentle scents.

Really miss sharing that.

[silly-songs-with-saph]

Staring up at the stars wondering what could have been, what has been and most of all whats next for me. I want to tell you it smells like orange blossoms here again. Or that I at least had someone out here with me, someone to talk to. Fill the silence with laughter and conversation. But right now its just me, the cool night air, the orange blossoms and learning to be okay with being alone.

[blueaphelion]

the tomboy lesbian artist urge to draw femme characters in sexy formal wear and fashion rather than wear the clothes yourself

[pastelwitchybabygirl]

Sex is so funny to me. Like, you find someone who you really like (or just find attractive) you start touching each other, all while just making various noises, excreting various fluids, and playing make believe in what's essentially a fucked up improv session and then after you make sure the other person didn't improv too hard and make them hydrate.

[mommys-sapphic-lullaby]

Btw i have a side blog now specifically for silly posts and political stuff so I can dedicate this blog to my photos, nsfw writing and reblogs from other SWers or writers.

If you like my silly posting and my other hot takes you can follow @silly-songs-with-saph

Thanks! Love yall!

[vegaseatsass]

Ok I finally watched Midnight Museum 5 and I am absolutely dying. I have no idea what the fuck is going on in this show, ever.

[skyler10fic]

To Have and To Hold: Ch. 9 Body Work

Summary: Daisy gets out of her comfort zone to do a sexy (and sometimes silly) boudoir shoot with Bobbi as a gift for Carol—and learns more about herself in the process.

Notes: This chapter is the most sexually explicit of the whole fic, so if that is a no for you, rejoin us next week and the weeks after, where the rating will be back to pure fluff with bits of suggestiveness.

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Saturday afternoon was a completely different atmosphere from their previous photoshoot. This time, it was only Daisy and Bobbi, and a smooth R&B playlist was already on in the background when Daisy stepped out of the studio’s changing room in the shortest denim shorts she owned and a black lace bustier partially covered by one of Carol’s long-sleeved button-up flannels. 

Daisy held her arms out. “Ta-da!” she said, looking to Bobbi for approval. 

Bobbi glanced up from setting her equipment and gave a thumbs up. “Perfect. Let’s start with a few buttons closed, then open it up more, then I’ll have you tie it around your waist, then over your shoulder. Until we lose it completely. Got it?” 

“It’s like strip poker photography,” Daisy quipped. 

Bobbi laughed. “A bit, yeah. It’s a pro trick. It helps the subject get more comfortable as we go if we do it gradually.”

Daisy nodded and looked around the space. The cottage’s antique wood floor creaked under her bare feet. She’d brought strappy heels for later, but they were starting more casual. It was a good thing too. She felt a bit silly and a little vain at the whole idea. She didn’t have a lot of hangups about her body, so she reasoned that she had no reason to feel insecure, especially since the recipient of these photos had seen her naked at every possible angle. But now that she was standing here with a professional photographer, the lingerie in her bag seemed more intimidating. Bobbi noted her deep breath and the way she rubbed her palms together. 

“Nervous?” 

Daisy exhaled a tell-tale laugh. “It’s stupid, I know. I trust you. I’ve just never done anything like this.”

Bobbi tilted her head at a mounted studio light that pointed to the floor as soon as she let go of it. “Stay,” she whispered under her breath to the drooping light. To Daisy, she said, “Really, nothing like this? Never just between you two?” She winked over at Daisy as if to say she’d never tell if Daisy had secrets to share.

“Okay, yes, I’ve taken some, uh, intimate photos of myself to send her when she’s away for work, when I know she’ll be alone. Through an app I built to be secure… Anyway, I mean, like professionally.” Daisy was blushing now at the admission she’d not only sent them but built an app specifically to safely and privately do so, but it helped her open up that Bobbi was still messing with the light. 

“There.” Bobbi screwed the light in tighter to the stand and it stayed in place. She turned to Daisy with her hands on her hips. “This is for what’s next. First, let’s get some by the window. Natural light.” 

Daisy stood by the sheer curtains as instructed and looked out at the pond behind the cottage, as instructed in various poses and expressions, with the flannel falling off her shoulders. They moved to the backdrop and Bobbi had her unbutton the flannel completely and face her while sitting in various ways on a bar stool and then on a chair. 

“Good. Now I have a surprise.” Bobbi smiled devilishly. She disappeared into a storage closet for a second, then wheeled out a Western saddle on a rolling stand. It wasn’t exactly horse-like, but it would do. “You said she thinks cowgirls are hot, right?” 

Daisy giggled. “Yeah, and it’s sort of an inside joke with our venue. The first one we looked at was really over-the-top with the barn theme.” 

“Well saddle up, cowgirl.” Bobbi picked out a short-brimmed cowgirl hat and placed it on Daisy’s head so it didn’t shadow her face. Bobbi changed the music to some corny and horny country music. Daisy mounted the saddle and tied the flannel under her breasts, letting the black lace peek out. Bobbi shot several from the front to highlight Daisy’s cleavage but then had Daisy stick her ass out and shot from behind with Daisy looking over her shoulder. 

They had fun with the cowgirl poses, but it was time to move into more serious shots. They put away the saddle and hat and changed back to the sexy music. The flannel came off first, with Daisy posed against a gorgeous wood desk. They weren’t turning out the way Bobbi wanted, Daisy could tell. It was time for the shorts to come off. The denim just wasn’t vibing the way they wanted, though Bobbi didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t comfortable yet. 

“Maybe I should…?” Daisy started to unbutton her shorts. 

“Yeah, I think so, if you’re okay?” Bobbi read her closely for any apprehension. Sure, Daisy was still nervous in that it was still a vulnerable activity, but their previous shots had helped her loosen up. 

“Yep, I’m good.”

“Excellent. I’m going to get the bedroom set ready.” Bobbi left to set up the lighting in the other room as Daisy took off her shorts. Daisy checked her hair and makeup a final time in a wall mirror before joining Bobbi in the next room. 

A fluffy white duvet with white pillows and blankets was ready for her on the bed with sheer white curtains filtering natural light from the windows. A large mirror on the opposite wall of the bed proved to be not only a prop for photos but also useful in helping Daisy see what she was supposed to be doing. Bobbi eased her into more and more provocative poses, demonstrating when necessary, until Daisy was coming up with ideas herself that she wanted to try. 

Daisy arched her back in a pose standing by the bed and checked the mirror. “Oh, actually, I think this would be good with a different lingerie set. Can I?” Daisy jerked her thumb toward the room with her other clothes. 

“Of course!” Bobbi stood back and relaxed the arm holding her camera. “I’ll be here.” 

When Daisy returned in the strappy heels and a black satin wrap that revealed a red corset and Brazilian-cut lace panties, Bobbi saw what she meant.

“Okay, yes! That is perfect,” Bobbi complimented. She immediately set to shooting Daisy with and without the satin wrap, posed against the bed, on the floor, and against the vanity, using its mirror for both front and back in the same shot. “You are on fire! Move that hand just a little... Yes! Look at that, you’re a model now.” Bobbi gestured and Daisy complied every time, with Bobbi’s compliments boosting Daisy’s confidence in between instructions. 

“Starboy” by The Weeknd came on and Daisy felt like a real model, so she moved to the beat as she posed and flashed her ring at the camera like bling. Bobbi loved it. She positioned Daisy’s hand in each pose, but the bed especially provided good angles to show the ring in shots, with Daisy lying on her side facing the camera with her fingers resting lightly on her mouth or out in front of her and on her back with her left hand on her stomach or artfully tousling her hair. 

They did all they could there, but she had one more wardrobe change: a bridal-white bra and panty set with a white lace garter on her right thigh. She’d also brought her gown to be in the background, but she wouldn’t be wearing it today. It simply helped set the context of her pretending to get ready for their wedding. 

When she had changed, Bobbi surprised her with a glass of champagne.

“Thought this could help, as well as being in the shots,” Bobbi explained. Daisy accepted gratefully but only drank as posed to do so for the photos until Bobbi told her she could drink it for real. 

Bobbi had Daisy pose with the vanity mirror while touching up her lipstick, then facing away from the camera while looking at the dress, then in silhouette at the window. 

While the first part of the shoot had been girl-next-door, the second fun and flirty, and the third glamorously sexy, this final set was more romantic. In addition to the champagne and getting-ready shots, Bobbi scattered red rose petals on the bed for a few poses there. They moved back to the room with the backdrop for some shots with the same fake bouquet (in similar colors to her real one) that they had used in their bridal shots in the previous shoot. After the series of floral shots was done, Bobbi asked Daisy if there was anything left on her list. 

“Umm.” Daisy tried not to bite her lip since she knew it would get lipstick on her teeth. “I could do a few with just the sheet and nothing else?”

“Yeah!” Bobbi’s eyebrows shot up at the contrast from the nervous, blushing bride that Daisy had been at the start of the shoot. “Absolutely up for that if you are. I’ll get the sheet from the other room and be right back.” 

Daisy removed her bra, covering herself with her silk wrap until Bobbi got back. 

“Wait,” Bobbi said upon seeing her like that. “Okay, open it a little, but cover only what you feel like. Maybe slip it off your shoulders a bit.”

Bobbi shot a few of Daisy in the silk wrap, then offered the sheet. Daisy took it and surprised Bobbi further by slipping off her panties once she was covered. Daisy posed to the side with the sheet revealing her bare side all the way down, with her hand holding the sheet to her breast. 

“Wow,” Bobbi affirmed as she snapped away. “Gorgeous. Yes. You’re a Greek goddess. Your worshippers are the most devoted. It’s a whole thing.”

This had its intended effect, making Daisy smile and let out the breath she’d been holding. Daisy held the sheet around her waist with one hand, gathered at her hip with her bare thigh revealed, and held her other arm over her bare breasts. 

“Love it. Ready to try some from the back?” Bobbi offered, letting Daisy interpret it however she was comfortable. 

“Yeah, we’ve come this far,” Daisy said. Her voice was still a little shaky, but her actions were bold, turning her back to the camera. She held the sheet only over the front, with the side of her breast visible, teasing the camera, in the closer-up half-body shots, and her round, toned ass on display for these last full-body shots. 

Bobbi kept up the flow of praise and guidance until she finally said, “Okay, I think we got it. Good? Any others?” 

“Nope, I think that’s it.” Daisy turned around, wrapping herself more fully in the sheet and blushing again at having to face the woman who had just been photographing her naked. “Thank you for… all of this. This whole day.” 

“It’s what I do.” Bobbi shrugged. “Thank you for being so open to trying new things, being brave, and being the perfect model. Take care of yourself tonight. Vulnerability with our bodies can sometimes hit harder afterward. But hear me say this as an artist: You’re gorgeous and these might be some of my favorite boudoir shots I’ve taken.”  

“Really?” Daisy fidgeted with the sheet. 

“Yes, really. You can go get changed and I’ll clean up out here.” 

As she put back on her normal clothes, Daisy realized it was sort of reassuring, comforting, to be told what to do. Not having to guess if she was doing everything right or having to be in charge telling others what to do. With Bobbi, it was like an older sister. But in a different context, in the same lingerie, with a certain different blonde… Daisy had to pack that question away for later. It was time to pay Bobbi for her time and work and discuss business. 

As she was leaving, Bobbi held the front door open and reassured her, “I think Carol is going to love these.”

Daisy felt lighter as she stepped out onto the cottage steps with her wardrobe bag over her arm. “Does it usually go over well as a gift like this?” 

“Oh yes.” A knowing smile played at Bobbi’s lips. “It’s very appreciated. You’ll see. I’ll let you know when I have some for you to choose from. Bye!” She winked and waved. 

“Bye,” Daisy returned. Bobbi closed the door as Daisy started to walk away. Daisy paused as a thought crossed her mind. Bobbi was likely speaking not just as a photographer but as a subject as well. It shouldn’t have surprised her, but realizing Hunter and Bobbi had likely practiced by taking those photos of each other gave her an idea for a sexy night with Carol if Carol wanted some of her own. Taken by Daisy, they wouldn’t be as professional, but it would certainly be a fitting honeymoon activity and Carol had a good Canon camera she used for nature photography that she was sure to bring. 

Noticing the time as she got in the car shook her out of her fantasy. She needed to get this wardrobe bag full of her wedding gown and lingerie back into the closet before Carol got home and saw her.

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Luckily, Carol sent a “Be home soon” text just as Daisy was getting out of the car. What she didn’t anticipate was how much of a struggle it was to hide how turned on she was when Carol got home. During the shoot, she’d mainly felt self-conscious and was concentrating on following Bobbi’s instructions. But now that she was alone with Carol, it was hard to focus on Carol’s stories of Monica and Maria throughout dinner. 

She couldn’t help herself as they got ready for bed. Carol caught her staring and bumped her hip as they stood side by side at their dual bathroom sinks.

“What?” Carol giggled and met Daisy’s eyes in the mirror. “You’ve been looking at me like that all night.” 

“I can’t help it,” Daisy whined. “You’re so pretty.” 

“Babe,” Carol laughed. “You see me every day. You’re hiding something, hm?” 

She hated lying to Carol, so she simply bent the truth.

“Damn, you know me too well.” Daisy turned to Carol and raised her arms to entwine her fingers behind Carol’s neck. “I may have gotten something special for you today. A surprise for the honeymoon.”

“Oh? Something sexy, I presume?” 

“Mmmhm.” Daisy kissed her to stop any more questions but failed. 

“So was ‘kickboxing class’ code for shopping then?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Daisy teased. “Don’t even try though, you don’t want me to spoil your gift.”  

Carol squeezed Daisy’s ass through her soft PJ shorts. 

“I can be patient.” 

“Well, I’ve been patient all day and I’m tired of waiting,” Daisy changed the subject and let her hands wander Carol’s body, with one hand landing at her breast and the other continuing downward. Carol stopped her, though, and took the lead. She pulled down Daisy’s shorts and underwear in one go, then lifted her in a swift motion onto the bathroom counter. 

“I love it when you do that, take control,” Daisy confessed. Her patience was well rewarded as Carol dropped to her knees and spread Daisy’s thighs. 

“I know.” Carol smirked up at her, eyes full of lust.

She kissed inward while teasing Daisy with her fingers. Objectively, Daisy was probably the most skilled of the two in this area, but Carol knew exactly how Daisy liked it, licking and sucking and gripping her ass possessively with one hand while spreading her with the other.

At one point, Daisy moaned and leaned her head back, catching a glimpse of them in the mirror. It was just as hot as she imagined that afternoon while standing in front of the vanity mirror at the boudoir shoot. In fact, the boudoir shoot had given her plenty of fantasies she didn’t expect. Just thinking about them all with Carol’s tongue inside her was more than enough to make her come. As she floated back to earth, Daisy let out a happy hum. She steadied herself on the counter with one hand and carded her fingers through Carol’s soft blonde hair with the other as Carol worked her through the pleasure high.  

“I love you so fucking much,” Daisy slurred, love-drunk. Carol stood and grinned. 

“And I love every inch of you. Wanna show me more of what you’ve been thinking about today?” 

Daisy thrilled that Carol was now the impatient one. 

“Hell yes.” She jumped off the counter a little too quickly, nearly tripping over her discarded shorts and underwear, and Carol had to steady her. Once she had found her footing though, they were off to their bed to put more of their fantasies into action.

[vampirecatboy]

me reading this sequel and a guy who talked about bending a guy over his bed in the last book starts fingerbanging a woman who moments before mentioned sleeping with both women and men

[eternalsa2z]

Seeing Swirls

Amanda was trying to be good. All she could think about when staring at big, bountiful, beautiful breasts was all sorts of sexy things she could do with them. To help her focus and not stare too much, she decided to train herself.

The premise of the videos were simple. She would be inundated with images of fantastic funbags. Big bazongas. Massive melons. However, they would be covered up by some sort of fuzzy image. Preventing her from getting the same pleasure that drove her wild. Training her to not see tits.

The problem was that the preventative images started to shift. They became swirls, enticing turning wheels that made her mind weak. She couldn't help staring, drooling, brain going blank as the pretty spirals caused her to sink deeper and deeper and deeper into a single focus.

Mandi stopped the training long ago. But now any time she sees spectacular boobs, her brain begins to spin and she imagines the swirls. Black and white wheels over womanly breasts. Gyrating hearts over terrific globes. Even sweet little lollipops when she looks at her newly inflated plastic lumps in the mirror.

Staring at the swirls makes her want to tease, squeeze, and suck on those sexy titties. Turning her into a mindless sapphic slut. A brainless, boob-obsessed bimbo. A good girl like she was trying to be at the start.

[ghost-inthemachine]

ok so i had a cad bane phase, and as someone who is renouncing men rn caij being a butch cowboy w a cad bane hat is everything to me

i..................H E R

[wlwmedarda]

I'm honestly just looking to rant and this might be long depending on how fast I get irritated the more I type so if this isn't coherent or well written I apologize in advance. Since it looks like Ambessa will take on a more antagonistic role in arcane season two, I would like to unpack the fandom's antiblackness that you guys are either blind to or aware and too pussy to call it out as my gut is telling me it's gonna increase and if no one is gonna start the difficult conversation then I sure as hell will.

Sevika:

Mel:

Starting off strong with the definition of "you guys want complex female characters but can't even handle her". Mel Medarda is in quite the predicament seeing how she's morally grey, a black woman, AND "gets in the way" of a mlm ship so she was kinda screwed from the start. A cunning politician disowned for her pacifism who acts as a sort of bridge to Noxus' slow introduction, and is THE ONLY CHARACTER IN THE SEASON 1 MAIN CAST SPECIFICALLY CREATED FOR THE SHOW. She's treated like satan incarnate or a Jezebel (highly suggest looking into that if you don't know what that is), GOOD character analysis is rare, and when she is talked about positively, it's so often chalked up to appearances that I'd rather yall not talk about her at all. Oh you love Mel? Then can we talk about her relationship with her mother? Unpack her dynamic with Jayce? Maybe more fanworks centered around her? I've seen yall's fake asses dropping the shittiest fucking takes about her only to turn around and gush over how pretty she is, and yall think you're slick about it and you're not. I would say I prefer the ones who are loud and proud about their hatred but that'd be a lie, they're two cheeks on the same ass; annoying and couldn't give a decent break down of her character if a gun was pointed at they head even she's perfect to dissect. I could talk about her more but we'd be here all day and so many black women even from outside the fanbase have already talked about yall so there's no need for me to add on 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️.

Quick question, have you guys ever tried to talk about her in a non sexual way? Yes, Sevika is undeniably sexy and you could argue that true stans of hers talk about her outside of horny time, but a good half of the fandom is a different story. In a similar case to Mel's, deep dives into her character are rare to find which is crazy when she acts as Zaun's own "kingmaker". She's loyal to her city and the cause, never to a specific person and will not hesitate to betray you. She could be your right hand man one day, and the next she might find a better kingpin to follow and stab you in the back like it all meant nothing. "Were you tempted?" "Not for a worm like him". Simple and subtle and probably my favorite Sevika scene; she comes to realize Silco is no longer the best leader for Zaun, but he's as good as it gets for now and so she sticks by him. I remember a YouTube comment breaking down how she's essentially the quintessential Zaun: a brute warrior molded by her environment, who defied Vander's peaceful ways and embraced Silco's cruelty. Her mindset and goal is interesting and you'd think it'd result in some fascinating meta or exploration of her upbringing when we got a hint that she potentially has some daddy issues right? Obviously, but what do we get instead? White sapphics treating her like nothing more than a sexual object. How delightful!

Ekko:

This might partially be Riot's fault because — and I hate to sound like a league lore nerd — Ekko is quite underdeveloped compared to the richer origins of his former pre arcane self, but I'm gonna hold off on that till the season finale to see how they handle him. Anyways, at this point the fandom clearly sees him as Jinx's trophy husband. When you talk about him, she is brought into the convo 90% of the time. That's exactly why I prefer black timebomb shippers over the nonblack ones because I trust they actually love Ekko as a character on his own. Even though I have my complaints regarding how's been written so far, I still know he's too good to be reduced to Jinx's loverboy. He fights and cares for his city, the only character that you can confidently say is pure of heart, and is the revolutionary leader Zaun really needs. He's just as smart as Jinx too, he is literally going to create TIME TRAVEL. Why does no one wanna talk about that? Can we be excited for his character development and arc not just for the timebomb scenes you'll get out of it?

Ambessa:

Can't even deny this woman is awful but her presence on screen enthralled me after a couple of rewatches and I also love bad mothers in media so I've settled on a love/hate relationship. Yes, she's definitely gonna have some influence on Caitlyn, which makes sense since she has now lost her mother; she's vulnerable and as we have seen, naive. She's practically free real estate for Ambessa. My recent worry though has been how the fandom seems to be willing to put all of Caitlyn's actions on her as if Cait isn't a grown ass woman who can make her own decisions. Of course being grown doesn't mean you're immune to manipulation, but I've seen some Silco and Jinx comparisons and it is NOT the same. Mind you we haven't even seen the first three episodes; we don't know how far Ambessa's manipulation is going to go and we can't really tell what the dynamic is gonna be like based off of clips and trailers that are likely shown out of context on purpose to throw people off. I'll never defend her actions, hell I'll join in on the lashings, but my black ass is also not gonna sit here and let yall talk about her weirdly or pin all of this on her.

Some might say I'm overthinking this, but I've been here since November 2021 and have sat back and observed for 2 years. You don't have to write deep, philosophical conversations 24/7, I'm sure it's not all in bad faith and I won't act like I don't thirst over Sevika or marvel at Mel's beauty. I'm not saying you have to like these characters and that you're racist if you don't. My frustration comes from the lack of nuanced conversations and hypocritical opinions surrounding black characters in this show. When you try to say something about this, you're hit with excuses; it reminds me of how man obsessed fujoshis act when they're questioned for not giving two fucks about female characters. They're either reduced to one character trait, only admired for their looks, or only discussed when it's about the white character they're connected to. Do NOT under ANY circumstance be black and morally ambiguous, you WILL be held to higher moral standards than everyone's wittle blorbos who can do wrong and are defended from all sides when you dare to take the rose colored stan glasses off and criticize them. What's really ridiculous is you hear the "complex characters" bullshit every two to three business days and some of you have the nerve to boast about this series being diverse while simultaneously ignoring the complexities in the characters of color. This is the main reason I took a step back and with season two around the corner I thought "Hey, maybe it'll be better this time!" and it was a mistake. Good to know yall still have an underlying racism problem you don't wanna address but with some extra classism thrown in. "What will we do once Arcane ends?" hopefully get a job, touch some grass, and reflect. Lord knows yall need it. The faster yall sizzle out the better. I'm done that's all I have to say lol goodnight 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽.

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Propaganda

Rita Moreno (Singin' in the Rain, West Side Story)—She’s an EGOT, an absolute legend for how she navigated her career as a woman of color in the fifties and sixties. Her performance as Anita in West Side Story is why I go back to that movie so many times. She is an icon and she is the moment.

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

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Rita Moreno propaganda:

"Amazing showstopping actress in her one big memorable role as Anita in West Side Story. She sings and dances with unmatched joy and energy, and then breaks your heart with her acting. Rita took a role that felt as a stereotype to latina women and made it compelling and multifaceted. Her subsequent career was filled with mostly side roles, but she still managed to excel in whatever Hollywood threw at her."

"It’s Rita!! The EGOT herself! She can act, she can sing, she can dance, a triple threat. Obviously absolutely iconic as Anita in West Side Story (her part of the Tonight Quintet is the sexiest part of the film, fight me). But before that she was the amazing Zelda in Singin’ In the Rain!?! Thanks Zelda, you’re a real pal."

"She continues to be amazing but also she's got legs for days."

"THEE iconic rita moreno, EGOT winner, civil rights activist, theatre legend. watch her documentary "Rita Moreno: Just a Girl Who Decided to Go for It". also her rendition of "fever" on the muppet show"

Marlene Dietrich:

ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face

its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies…. most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you.

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"would you not let her walk on you?"