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i'm starting to sense a certain pattern here...

#their stances scream that they love women #kassandra of sparta #eivor varinsdóttir #karlach cliffgate #dame aylin

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Another drawing from my twt friend's idea! This time It's Kass and Xenia (Xenia lifting kass and give her kisses😘)

#asfhshksafg who doesn't love xenia

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Randivor modern au! From a idea of my twitter friend ✌😗💕(Randivor sleeping in t shirts and undies)

#beautiful art. definitely not crying rn #randivor

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I swear if Eivor just gave me a hug my college grades would go up 10%

If Eivor gave me a hug, it would resolve my crippling fear of failure and self-imposed exam disappointment

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Reblog with your score

#38

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Just finished my last uni project. Except for linking the website together, because apparently it takes the students in my group longer to do 2% of the work each than it took me to do 90% of the work. They haven't sent me shit to link. But anyways, I think I've secured myself one hell of a grade. I can now battle exam anxiety with dreams of cowboy western ac ladies doing gay shit. Love wins

#tailor anon how does it feel to have ruined my psychology with a few paragraphs on your au #i will never recover. nor do i want to #holly rambles

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

#attempted murder #now I'm confused

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Being high femme or stone butch really makes you realize how little people actually care about consent and boundaries in sex

#the 'consent until it inconveniences me' mentality is alarmingly common place #telling a lesbian that they're not really gay or should feel guilty for refusing to perform/receive a sex act just perpetuates rape culture #high femme posting

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

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xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

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Hi! I was wondering if you would ever write for the resident evil ladies or ever thought about it? I feel like you would write horror so well.

Hi love! There's no attraction there for me to want to write for the RE ladies, sorry. But I do love writing horror - it was the first genre I ever wrote. I keep it to myself because I'd like to one day write a novel based off those ideas :)

#lovely anons

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ur writing is awesome!! huge W for the sapphics!!!

Thank you! It's a lovely community to write for 🩷

#lovely anons

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idk i feel like out of all the ladies soma would be the one to love having her nails painted.

i’m thinking you two would take a day, just enjoying each other’s company. you go out and pick nail polish that matches the other’s eyes, and probably make a pitstop to grab some snacks.

you go through the whole routine, massaging her hands, applying fancy oils that she bought with her ceo money. and soma wouldn’t care for the color or anything. she instead would pay attention to you. your soft hand holding hers so still. the focused look in your eyes as you paint, sitting on the couch with her in one of her sweaters and a pair of fluffy socks. the way you smile excitedly while you show her the finished work and she compliments you.

of course, she would take the time to make sure she isn’t damaging your masterpiece. and once they were dry, she would suggest [redacted]

anyways eivor and kass would 100% chip the nail polish within .5 seconds of getting it but they would appreciate the sentiment none the less

She'd look so so good with mulberry nails. Mulberry nails, a couple of wedding rings, her fingers and the backs of her hands tattooed, a sentimental old watch on her wrist with a couple of woven bracelets, a bitemark on her forearm as a consequence of [redac-

I had an ask a long while back surrounding Eivor with this concept, and I'm 100% with you - she'd chip them almost instantly. But I feel like where Kass would be chill with chipped nails (unless [redacted] was on the cards, for your comfort), Eivor would be irritated by them. Constantly picking (not without guilt), longingly side-eyeing the acetone by your nail supplies. She likes to keep her hands busy. Cuticle oils and moisturisers, though, whole other story. The little pampering rituals are important and make her feel loved and cared for in ways she wouldn't have given thought to before you introduced them. God knows she deserves a face mask and a hot towel.

Reminder to take care of your nails and nail beds, my loves. Moisturise. Wear gloves when doing the washing up. Be careful with gel polish. With love, from someone who has no cuticles and scarred nail beds lmao

#chronic dyshidrotic eczema gang. and methylisothiazolinone allergy gang. and latex allergy gang. and- #homophobic of the universe to inflict contact allergies and skin conditions on a high femme so she can't do her nails #lovely anons

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Buff women. Buff women give me the strength to make a whole referenced educational poster on semimetals and code an entire website for it by the end of today. Buff women I beg

#there is literally one other competent person in my group and I respect her too much to indoctrinate her into github

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Imagine a visit to a frigidarium with Eivor. A hidden gem of Roman architecture, somehow kept pristine over the centuries, its cool waters glistening with jade and teal in the faint torchlight from reflections of the mosaic underneath.

She submerges herself in the pool with ease - she once swam amongst glaciers, and this is no feat by comparison - until all but her head and shoulders disappear into the water. Grinning, she beckons you forth. There's a laugh, rich and gravelly, as you lower yourself in to your knees with a shriek, its heartiness serving as your only source of warmth.

Eivor offers you her hand. The corners of her eyes are creased with amusement, her tone lilted as she promises you that it's easier to take the plunge and be done with it. She'll pull you in if you take it, no doubt. But your lover would not bring you to this bath to torture you, thus you place your hand in hers, not without a light-hearted curse that only widens her impish grin.

Not a second later, you're up to your neck in what feels like frost, breathing out an estranged laugh. You ought to kill her, you think, amidst your shock. Eivor laughs as if you thought aloud; perhaps you did. Nonetheless, the silly thought dissipates as she coaxes you into her arms, guiding your limbs to wrap around her so she can relieve you of the burden of keeping yourself afloat. The warmth of the blood under her skin melts some of the ice prickling at yours in a manner most grounding. It's only natural that you nestle your face into the crook of her neck, relaxing as her palm rubs soothing arcs into your back.

Softly, adoringly, Eivor calls you a wimp. You shush her, muffled by the skin of her neck, but she can feel your loving smile against her pulse, and it trebles the width of her own.

You understand why she brought you here, now. The cold clears the mind, stealing the essence away from time. In each other's embrace, chest-to-chest, your bodies equilibrate. A meditation of sorts. Every scar and blemish, every freckle and mole, is emblazoned into one another's flesh. The world around you stills. Your hearts, ever-beating, resynchronise as one.

#needed some tenderness. some gay. eivor helps with that #eivor x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor #❀ sugar and spice ❀ #drabble

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I doubt this'll have reach but I'm curious.

#was raised on it #if the guitars and drums are good and loud then i'll vibe as long as the vocalist isn't just squealing like a pig #not big on nu metal though

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starting to clock why my brain gravitates towards the ol' murder murder ladies au when i'm feeling like shit. having one woman who not only loves and desires you, but places you on a pedestal so untouchably high that you are the solitary tear in the warped sheet of their entire worldview? being one of the final remaining tethers to her sanity? someone who would do whatever it takes to soothe your pain, with no care for the consequences, because there's no price she's not willing to pay for your happiness and security? who eliminates the need for moral introspection because she's fucked - completely, and unapologetically so - but you love each other unconditionally, and loving her is the most sordid misdeed you could hope to do? ideal. add to cart.

#i'm just saying a maniacal bloodstained eivor holding me in her arms would do wonders for my cortisol levels #supporting women's wrongs is my passion #as are questionable coping mechanisms