#what if they were lesbians

[dancedanceinferno]

What if Frankenstein was a doomed romance. Like creating someone to love you but realizing any love you artificially create won’t last and is broken because it’s not real. What twisted love you’ve created. What do you do if that creature starts loving you? What do you do when that creature learns how to be someone outside of you? How to be more than what you created? More than your purpose?

Doomed both ways. Frankenstein desperate for love and so so toxic to any growth outside of the box he created. The so called monster growing outside the limits, learning to love more than Frankenstein but not wanting to leave. Every kind of growth there could be, killed.

What if they were lesbians.

[flaresanimedump]

Because, for some obscure reason, ranfuku is dragging me into ABO kicking and screaming after almost a decade of the trope squicking me out, I wrote out every dynamic combination that could exist for them.

And caught Omega Ranpo/Omega Fukuzawa brainworms. Fukuzawa thinks he's helping Ranpo with his heats because he's experienced them himself and knows how. Ranpo thinks they're a couple. Not that Fukuzawa does anything to contradict Ranpo - it just isn't a conscious decision on his part. Ranpo didn't get the memo that he has to tell Fukuzawa they're dating. Imagine how tiring it must be having to tell everyone things that are right in front of their faces.

Fukuzawa thinking Ranpo and Poe are on the verge of becoming mates and being sad about it. Not really knowing why, he's just wistful and melancholy whenever Ranpo and Poe are together. People start whispering "empty-nest syndrome" and "when will his husband return from the war" behind his back. Taneda and Mori do it to his face but he expects comments like that from them and ignores them.

Ranpo can't figure out what's wrong?? Like. Fukuzawa's not. a needy person. It took him a long time to get used to having Ranpo around and he still likes to have a little time to himself. Ranpo thought he'd like the space.

And Ranpo noticed the sighing and the sad stares way before anyone else. He knows it happens when he's with Poe and he knows it gets better when he comes back to Fukuzawa but it doesn't go away and it's driving him a little crazy. Do you not like Poe is a question that puts Fukuzawa into such a sorry state that Ranpo eats all the candy in a one mile radius around the office in the following days, even if Fukuzawa's reply was I think he's a wonderful boy.

Eventually (after maybe two weeks, he's not a patient person) Ranpo can't take it anymore and demands to know what's gotten into you lately!? And Fukuzawa has no answer because he's not sure either, really. He always knew their situation was temporary. They'll still work together, still see each other every day, but thinking about giving his intimacy with Ranpo away makes his throat ache. So he says nothing. I'll just miss you, is all. to which Ranpo replies where am I going??

And this is the magic question at last, because Fukuzawa says to be with Poe and the lights start coming on. He and Poe are friends, why would he leave to be with Poe long enough for Fukuzawa to miss him and wait did you really think I was cheating on you!?

And Fukuzawa is puzzled. Ranpo, we're not a couple, he says with a chuckle.

And Ranpo's speechless for a few seconds because Fukuzawa cannot really be THAT dense. He cannot really think they're not together. He grabs Fukuzawa's shoulders and shakes him, shouting do you live in your own universe or something?! Of course we're a couple!!

Fukuzawa looks taken aback, replying thinly, But we're both omegas.

Ranpo's mind spirals out of place, scouring their shared history and coming up with a truly ridiculous answer for just what the hell is going on.

You've never cheated on me. You've never turned your head for anyone else. He says carefully. Fukuzawa doesn't need to confirm it, Ranpo knows it's true. It's always felt nice, how Fukuzawa likes him and only him. Watching him curl his lip at alphas and hurry back to Ranpo's side was always a little thrill. And a little relief.

You thought I was going to leave you for Poe because he's an alpha.

Again, Fukuzawa doesn't need to confirm it, Ranpo knows it's true.

But you are head over heels totally embarrassingly in love with me just like I always thought, enough that you've been wasting away at the mere thought of me maybe leaving you sometime in the near future.

Fukuzawa looks like he wants to protest. But he doesn't. Then he looks lost. The conversation has veered away from the destination he assumed they were heading toward and Ranpo's named the feeling tightening his chest, even if he did it with far more bravado than necessary. He can't deny it. And he doesn't know what to say - he's still an omega just like Ranpo.

Ranpo drags him down close and smiles a little too sharply. If you want dynamics that bad I'll be your alpha for tonight.

Fukuzawa comes back to work with a scar on the back of his neck and nobody presses the subject.

His husband came back from the war, I guess, Yosano mutters, making everyone struggle to hide their laughter.

[justagirlluckyme]

Spotify wrapped was lowkey boring this year, no top album, no genre sandwich, and no music listener personality, no city </3 also what in the world were those “genres”

[gatoburr0]

Sigh… women…

[barghest-arts]

Came Back Wrong

(a slightly different necromancy AU. Find the finished version here!)

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[666jevil]

As a gay male man who has strong platonic friendships with other men i am absolutely baffled someone can look at jayvik and think its a "brotherly" love. I have a brother that i love. My relationship with him is strong. If i say any of the shit jayvik said to each other to my brother, he would call me gay and wonder if im dying.

[chamom1le-t3a]

school is so soooo mean to me (its been 2 days)

so have some tfp drawings cus WOW its been an eventful 24 hours..' [also pardon my fugly oc shes just a little guy ,, shes supposed to be an ex decepticon and somewhat a firefly (my dhmis moots will get the reference 😼)]

[proselles]

clinging to the sex warning for arcane like an angst with a happy ending tag on ao3

[bluechanas]

portfolio stuff

[zhengardens]

good morning gang, I drew more girls.

[br4e1yn]

The girlification of Scollace 🥱🥱

[holyblanchett]

Did anyone else notice the ring she was wearing when she turned into a celestial? Like agathario really are married in every universe we love to see it.

[surreal-duck]

some business to take care of

[cookieblobber]

I absolutely love how gay the Sonic franchise has gotten in recent years, I’d argue this side of the franchise has been a small part in helping maintain relevancy in recent years as it’s one of the few big franchises that’s openly supportive of LGBT

Seriously imagine telling someone years back there would be a lot of (near canon) yaoi content of Eggman

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.