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#I think I’m writing about Sappho
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Chaggie AU where Vaggie is a member of a holy order devoted to slaying monsters. As part of her becoming a holy knight, she must commune with an Angel to be granted their divine power... only something goes wrong with the ritual, and the being that appears before her is none other than the Princess of Hell.
Lute: “Gay?! She’s supposed to be HOLY!”
Adam: “Yeah, hot.”
Lute: “…let. Me. See. That. SuMMOnINg sCRiPTuRE.”
Adam: “Sure thing dude. Here.”
Lute: “This isn’t a holy rite, this is… WRITINGS OF SAPPHO!”
Adam: "Heh, heathen and homoerotic. WLWhoops?"
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Charlie: “You should really be more careful next time!"
Vaggie: "Uh."
Charlie: "Lot’s of other demons would be thrilled to get yanked into the mortal world without a circle of binding to hold them- especially by someone as cute as you-
Vaggie: "Excuse me?"
Charlie: "And when I say thrilled, I mean in the blood and guts and screaming kinda way, NOT just in the 'can feel hellfire in my cheeks' kinda way. Safe summoning is important!!”
Vaggie: “Why’re you drawing the circle in yourself, then. With your… claws.”
Charlie: “Because you didn’t?” (dusts fire off her hands) “Anyway you should be good now, ask me anything!”
Vaggie: “You’re seriously not taking advantage of being summoned but not bound?"
Charlie: "I'm taking advantage of the view!"
Charlie: (beat)
Charlie: "Of the, mortal world, I am enjoying the pretty scenery."
Vaggie: "It's dark."
Charlie: "I'm enjoying the beautiful knight. Night. Night without a 'K'. Not knight like YOU'RE a knight, not that you aren't beautiful-"
Vaggie: "I'm. What."
Charlie: "The one who should be talking now! Not me. I think I've done enough talking for now. I think I'm good on having said stuff recently. I think I should be quiet for a bit."
Vaggie: (gay) (not immune to adorable ladies) "WHY are you here. You're not, what I expected."
Charlie: “I'm not the usual demon- As hell princess I get first dibs on all summons! After dad anyway.”
Vaggie: (of COURSE she's a princess) “Why answer this one.”
Charlie: “You’re missing an eye? It looks painful?"
Vaggie: "...so?
Charlie: "?? I thought maybe you wanted help with that.”
Vaggie: "It's a penance. You can't help with it."
Charlie: "oh."
Vaggie: “...That’s it? You're not here for anything else?”
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “You um. You look very cool in that armor.” (cringes) “Awesome.” (cringes more)
Vaggie: “Are you a siren or a succubus or something.”
Charlie: “What!? No! No I’m just, I just think girls are hot! Cool! You look great!! …girls all look great, and you’re a girl, and you…”
Vaggie: “…”
Vaggie: “Do you need any demons slayed?”
Charlie: “Ahaa, no.”
Vaggie: “Holy quests completed?”
Charlie: “No?”
Vaggie: “Are you gonna eat me.”
Charlie: “N-not on the first date- I- OH YOU MEAN ACTUALLY-? No no no! I don’t, I’m, I don’t eat souls. Or people.”
Vaggie: “So what’s the catch here. The price.”
Charlie: “Nothing. I just wanted to help.”
Charlie: “Okay and maaaaybe have a nice conversation for once. Kinda short on them in hell.”
Vaggie: “… is there ANYTHING I can help you with?”
Charlie: “Well I just broke up with-”
Vaggie: “I’ll kill them.”
Charlie: “-and I could really use a date for the ball, I mean! No killing needed!! Dad isn’t going again, mom’s um, busy. And it’ll be a lot less awkward if I already have a dance partner, you know?”
Vaggie: “You want me to find you a dance partner.”
Charlie: “Oh no I, I was hoping- do YOU dance?”
Vaggie: "Me."
Charlie: "If you want to?"
Vaggie: “You’re asking me to go to hell.”
Charlie: “Shit. Right, dumb idea. It’s my home but, yeah. It’s not like anyone enjoys being here.”
Vaggie: (fuck she's cute) (fuck she's SAD)
Vaggie: “No one does? What about you?”
Charlie: “I… just wish the people would be nicer. A place is the people who live there, right?”
Vaggie: “…”
Vaggie: “I’ll come.”
Charlie: “You wha?”
Vaggie: “I’ll come to the dance.”
Charlie: "But- hell! Why-"
Vaggie: "Hell’s a better place than I thought."
Charlie: "You've never even BEEN here!"
Vaggie: "I've met you."
Charlie: ".... I'm not... the usual demon."
Vaggie: "I'll take my chances. I'll need to borrow a dress though. All I have up here is, armor."
Charlie: "I can, I can change that. A dress. N- no problem."
Vaggie: "It's a deal then." (holds out hand) "A dance for a dress?"
Charlie: (takes her hand and shakes it eagerly while bowing) "ITS A DATE!"
Vaggie: (chuckles) "Yeah, I guess that's a better word for it."
Charlie: "And I PROMISE when we dance I WON'T trample your toes with my hooves!"
Vaggie: "... should I just keep the sabatons on?"
Charlie: "I promise to find you a dress that goes good with your armored shoes so your toes don't get trampled on."
Vaggie: "We're gonna be quite the pair, aren't we."
Charlie: "Heheh~"
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Lute: "WHAT HAPPENED WHY WAS THERE FIRE AND BRIMSTONE INSTEAD OF HOLY LIGHT WHY WERE YOU COMMUNING WITH A FIEND SO LONG IS IT DEAD DID YOU KILL IT???"
Vaggie: "Does taking her heart count?"
Adam: "Whoooo VaGEEE! Totally FUCKED that demon huh!!"
Vaggie: "Mm, not totally sir."
Vaggie: (smiling) (softly to herself) "Not on the first date."
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cursed-man-prayers · 1 year
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Before folklore came out, I would tell people that liking Taylor Swift was the straightest thing about me. Then folklore, evermore, and Red TV came out. As I saw the queer themes in those albums, I began seeing them in reputation, 1989, Speak Now, Fearless, and debut. The themes have always been there, fluctuating in subtlety but steadily increasing since 1989. So why did I think of Taylor Swift as so quintessentially straight? You guessed it: Compulsory heterosexuality and heteronormativity.
Taylor was supposed to be universally relatable. When she explained her songs, she refrained from using gender-specific language. Us. We. That person. Someone. And people that as “Me. I. A man. That guy I told everyone I was dating.” We were told she dated men, and a woman dating a man = heterosexual. No other options.
Even now, Genius will remove lyric annotations that imply her lyrics might not be about a man. Even with Hits Different, Question…? and Maroon. Taylor says reputation is about Joe and swifties believe her bc “Taylor wouldn’t lie to us!!!” even though there’s so many inconsistencies with the narrative that Rep is about Joe.
To say outright or even imply that Taylor might write songs about women because she likes women is met with scores of comments about how we “shouldn’t speculate on her sexuality!!! she said she’s straight!!! stop being disrespectful!!!!” But Taylor, as she has never said the words “I’m gay” has never said the words “I’m straight.” What she has done is align herself with. LGBTQ artists (YNTCD music video, Phoebe feat., posting support for queer musicians on social media, and, of course, the Pride parade that is her list of openers for the Eras Tour).
If Taylor didn’t people thinking she’s queer, she would’ve thrown in “as a straight woman…” in her speech before performing Delicate at multiple Pride events, when being interviewed about her advocacy during the Lover era, or at literally any point in her adult life.
Writing about women from the male perspective is queer. Her dressing in drag for the Man music video and showing herself in bed with a woman is inherently queer. The way she writes songs about her love interests’ girlfriends is queer. People bend over backwards to justify the gay shit she does, the same thing people have done for centuries with Sappho, Emily Dickinson, Louisa May Alcott, and so many sapphic artists throughout history. Taylor Swift is THE songwriter of our generation. She IS the music industry. But swifties, and hetlors all the more, would rather believe she is stupid and ignorant rather than intentionally using phrases like “hairpin drop,” “lavender haze,” “all the bricks they threw at me,” “you’re the West Village.” When she describes her muses as having scarlet lips, having hair that falls into place like dominos and braids in a pattern, gorgeous, it’s just because she thinks men are really pretty I guess (insert MetGala 2016 Joe photo). When she describes men as toys, playthings, “dudes who give nothing,” she’s being satirical. When she says “weird rumors,” that can’t possibly refer to rumors about marriage, pregnancy, or her having had multiple children during the pandemic. It’s *weird* to say that Taylor is queer. It’s weird and bad and gross. Why? Because people saying this believe being queer is weird, bad, and gross.
But it’s not weird. Being queer is beautiful, a gift. And that gift comes with a world that hates who we are. Of course Taylor is too soft for all it. And I admire her softness, that she continues to write vulnerable music. Midnights (esp 3am Edition and Hits Different) holds her loudest lyrics. She’s never beating the rumors and she doesn’t want to. Even if she never says the words “I’m gay/bi/pan/a lesbian,” the eardrum-shattering volume of her lyrics is more than enough for me.
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ladykailitha · 1 year
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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 7
I love writing this story so much I am constantly going back and rereading my favorite parts. And when I write really, really good bits I want to put it up immediately so you all can squee with me. But I also know that it’s better to give each part some time between each one so the chapter can get the love it deserves. It’s ongoing battle I tell you.
This is the start of what I’ve been calling in my head the dark chapters. This is where we get to the tragic backstories that drove these two boys apart. TW: for panic attack in this and brief mention violence.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
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Chrissy came over to where the boys had sat down with Wayne after they had put their equipment away. She slid the beers over to each of them with practiced ease.
“So...” she began. “You’ve got history with my boy, Garnet.”
“Who the fuck is Garnet?” Jeff asked.
Chrissy giggled. “My boss is weird hipster who has all off of us go by gem names to keep up the mystic of the place. Jewels of the Queen’s Crown as it were.”
Gareth laughed. “And what do they call you?”
“I’m Opal for now,” she explained after taking a swig of her beer. “But Garnet says that before he leaves, I’ll probably be Sapphire or Emerald.” She thought for a moment. “Considering Diamond’s sense of humor? Probably Sapphire.”
“Why Sapphire?” Eddie asked, frowning in confusion.
Chrissy laughed. “Because I’m a lesbian?” The boys just stared at her with blank faces. “Sappho is the first lesbian? Another word for lesbian is sapphic? Sapphire, sapphic?”
Suddenly they got it and started nodded.
She turned to Eddie. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you avoiding the question. You and I are going to have nice long talk about it later.”
Eddie straightened up and looked guiltily at his beer. “We just aren’t in the same universe is all.”
Chrissy looked over at Garnet and sighed. “I think you guys are closer than you think.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie growled. “In what multi-verse are me and that man even in the same hemisphere?”
Chrissy sighed. “I’m not one for spreading rumors around but from what I’ve heard, Garnet’s dad threw him out when he came out as gay.”
All four boys turned to look at Steve slinging cocktails like he was born to it in shock.
“He’s gay?” Jeff asked. “There’s no way. He was a known ladies’ man in high school. Him and his girlfriend were like the king and queen of Hawkins.”
Chrissy just hummed. “Trust me when I say that I’ve been working with him for almost two months now, and the dude ain’t straight. He never flirts with the girls. Like ever. And yeah, sure some of it can be marked down to Garnet being a consummate professional. But when guys flirt with him, he gets all flustered and turns pink.”
Eddie sat back. “Huh.” He shrugged off the gnawing feeling in the back of his mind of what it would have been like if Eddie had known that sooner. “Still, I wouldn’t have thought that pretty, rich boy Garnet would deign to work at a bar, even one as upscale as this one.”
“What the fuck you talking about, boy?” Wayne growled, speaking up for the first time. “I didn’t teach you that classist bullshit.”
Eddie ducked his head. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne.”
Wayne jutted his chin Steve’s direction. “I know you’ve been calling him something different because of the rules of the club or whatever, but if you lot are talking about that boy at the bar, then you need to check your bias. He worked at the plant for a year on the weekends trying to save money for college.”
Everyone turned to Wayne in shock.
“He worked at the plant?” Gareth said. “But I thought he was earning money babysitting. He used to babysit my sister Clara after school when I had to work or had band practice.”
Jeff shook his head. “Nah, man. He was working at Family Video that year. My mom would gush about how sweet and helpful he was when she was trying to find a good family movie.”
Wayne took a sip of his beer. “That boy did all three at the same time. He told me he’d work the video store during the time the kids would be at school and then babysit after. Then he’d work weekends at night at the plant.” He glared at Eddie. “Did such a good job, Ken wanted him to take over as foreman of the night shift when he retired.”
Eddie looked over at Steve and furrowed his brow. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne,” he repeated with more conviction.
Wayne nodded and the topic changed to what songs they should preform next time and in what order.
Sometimes Eddie would catch himself looking over at Steve in a new light.
*
Steve was having a bad week. There was no getting around it. He was trying to get to class, but the beemer wouldn’t start.
It ground and ground, but wouldn’t start.
“Fuck!”
He pounded on the steering wheel. He was going to have to take the bus, which meant he was going to be late.
He threw open his door and popped the hood. Maybe he figure it out. He checked the oil and the other fluids, but they were all at least decent levels. He check for any loose cables but everything seemed to be connected.
Steve was about to slam the hood back down when someone stopped him.
“What seems to be the trouble, Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand on the hood preventing its closure.
Steve sighed. “No fucking clue. And I’m going to be late for class. And since the midterm is due today, if I’m late, I’m fucked.”
Eddie hummed. “I’ll call someone to come get the car and I’ll drive you in.”
Steve stared at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Why? You don’t like me.”
Eddie cocked his head to the side. “No, I don’t. However, I’m not going to let someone like you mess things up for Joyce.”
Steve wanted to protest and scream but he knew that’s what Eddie expected him to do. So he just shrugged. “Whatever, man. Just get me the number for this auto shop of yours and we’ll consider the transaction complete.”
Eddie slammed the hood down and Steve went to pull the keys out of the ignition. He kept the windows rolled up, but the door unlocked. He placed the keys under the visor and then grabbed his bag.
“The tow truck will be here in five minutes,” Eddie said, putting his phone back into his pocket, “so it shouldn’t be too long.”
Steve sighed heavily and followed Eddie to his van.
Once they were on their way Steve turned to him. “What did you mean that I might mess things up for Joyce?”
Eddie looked at him briefly before turning back to the road. “I thought you knew her.”
Steve sighed again. “Yeah, four years ago. Which is what I tried to tell Dean Ortega. Yes, I used to babysit her youngest son. Yes, I did that for a year. No, I haven’t spoken to her in the last four. Been kinda busy, you know, going to school.”
Eddie hummed. “There’s been so much trouble with the course the college is thinking of dropping it. And if that happens...”
Steve threw his head back against the headrest. “Then she’s out a job. Great. I was there for those two major fuck ups. I don’t know what happened with the last teacher, but the first professor was a real piece of work.”
Eddie licked his lips thoughtfully. “According to Joyce, Professor Martin was found sleeping with the live model.”
Steve blinked. “The basketball captain?” he asked, his voice squeaking in shock and outrage. “Holy fuck!”
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Joyce said that she was surprised that they even gave the class one more chance.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, I guess. Jesus Christ.”
They got to class and Joyce looked at them with a big grin on her face. “Oh, I didn’t know you guys were friends!”
Eddie and Steve shared a glance.
“Oh we’re not,” Eddie said and Steve winced.
“We just live in the same apartment complex and Eddie came to my rescue when my car wouldn’t start this morning,” Steve explained.
Joyce smiled fondly. “That was sweet of you, Eddie dear.”
Eddie blushed and turned his head. “I was just being a good Samaritan.”
“Well, thank you,” she murmured.
Steve nodded. “Yeah, thanks Eds.”
Eddie bit his lip at the new nickname. “You’re welcome.”
Steve grinned and went to sit down.
Eddie blushed and got into position, striping down to his underwear. He kept his eye on Steve like he always did. But today, instead of the count of one, two, three and look away, Steve’s gaze lingered, drawing in shorter spurts and longer looks at his body.
He didn’t know how he felt about that, or rather his brain didn’t. His heart and libido were one hundred percent onboard with the heated regard. His brain told them to shut up.
*
It was an unseasonably warm day for March. The sun was finally starting to do more then hang in the sky and look pretty. Robin and Steve were on their way back to their apartment after a rare Sunday meeting at the bar. They were dressed for work. Robin all in black and Steve in his white button up.
They were a block and half from their place, having had to take the bus with Steve’s car still in the shop, when suddenly a storm rolled in and opened up above them.
Instantly they were drenched to the skin. Robin broke into a run to try to get to their apartment faster, but soon realized that Steve wasn’t with her. She looked back to see that Steve had sunk to his knees, his arms wrapped around his shoulders. As if he was trying to cover his back.
“Shit!” Robin hissed and ran back to his side. “Steve? Come on, Steve. We’re almost home.”
He shook his head and began to rock back and forth. “They’ll see! They’ll see.”
“Steve, there’s no one around,” she reasoned. “I’ll even walk behind you if that will make you feel better. But we can’t just sit out here in the rain, dingus.”
But try as she might, she knew it was futile. Steve was firmly locked inside his head and she didn’t know how to get him out. Even after years of seeing him like this, she hadn’t found a tried and true way to make him come out, except to wait them out and hope it didn’t take too long.
She sat on the cold wet pavement and settled down to wait out this nightmare.
Just then a van slowed down beside them and Eddie called out, “Hey, Buckley, everything okay?”
She looked down at Steve and then back at Eddie. She had a choice to make and it wasn’t an easy one.
“No,” she said, forcing out the best response for Steve in that moment. They needed help and if Eddie was willing, she’d be a fool to turn him away.
The van came to screeching halt and Eddie was out onto the pavement in an instant.
“What happened?” he asked, not sure if he should get close in case it was seizure again.
“It started to rain and his scars started to show through the white fabric,” Robin explained.
Eddie walked around to Steve’s back and cursed. “What the fuck?!”
Robin frowned. “How the hell do you not know about Steve’s scars? Like literally everyone in the whole god damn country knows how he got them.”
Eddie’s head reared back. “Um...not me. When did it happen?”
Robin stared at him aghast. “What do you mean when did it happen? It was literally a nine day wonder on all news outlets.” When Eddie just continued to stare at her as if she was mad, she said. “His senior year of high school? He was gone for like a week, how did you not notice?”
Eddie pursed his lips. “Probably the same reason you never noticed I was gone for that same fucking time period.”
She looked down at Steve who was still rocking back and forth. “Steve, hey can you hear me?”
Steve just continued to be lost in his own world.
Eddie took a step closer to see if he could help but Robin held her hand up. “Stay back! When he gets like this his fight or flight response is heightened and he’s been known to pack one hell of a punch.”
Eddie blinked rapidly. “Come again?” His hand came up to his jaw instinctively.
Robin rubbed circles along Steve’s back trying to get his to calm down. “There was once he had a panic attack in public and this guy came up and tried to help him, thinking he’d fallen or something,” she explained. “Steve lashed out not knowing what was happening. He said he woke up with a vague memory of the hit and bruised knuckles. Of course by then, the guy had booked it.”
Eddie took a step back. “That...that was me.”
Robin’s head shot up. “Oh fuck.” She looked back down at Steve. “You thought he hit you because you tried to help him.”
Eddie snarled, “He dislocated my jaw. I couldn’t sing for six months.”
Robin was on her feet in an instant. “Shit, shit, shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing when he’s like this. That incident haunts him.”
Eddie took another step back. “It haunts me too.” He yanked off his jacket and threw it at her. “For his modesty. He can return it at the next class.”
He turned on his heel and ran to his van. He peeled away from the curb, like the hounds of hell were on his tail.
Robin stood there watching Eddie go, her tears blending with the rain. She didn’t even bother to wipe her face. She walked back to Steve and put the jacket around his shoulders.
The combination of the warmth of the jacket and the covering of Steve’s scars, he slowly came out of his panic attack.
She helped him to his feet and the made it the rest of the way to their apartment. She let him have the first shower and put him to bed.
They were going to have to have a long talk when he was sane enough to handle it.
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I’m writing an Aemond x Brune!reader x Floris now I’m thinking of Aemond Targaryen x reader x Floris Baratheon x Alys Rivers and how that would work. 🫠
Dude think about it fr
Aemond would have his bear queen reader, his stag queen Floris and his witch queen Alys
My Sappho is showing lemme tuck that back in.
@chompchompluke am I weird?
👁️👄👁️
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eivorsjawline · 11 months
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In The Dark
NSFW 18+
Tw: Strap. Strap Kassandra.
(Modern Kassandra x Female Reader)
My playlist to listen to while you read ♡
Kassandra brings you to a small but humble house on the edge of the city. She opens the door and the smell of freshly baked bread fills the room. She smiles at you and grabs a bottle of wine before pouring you a glass. The home is no palace but it’s warm and comfortable, unlike the streets.
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“Welcome to my little dwelling!”
Kassandra has a small smirk on her face and motions towards the couch for you to sit down.
“This is a nice dry wine from Kephallonia, the town I grew up in.”
She extends her glass towards yours with a cheerful smile on her face.
“A toast to us, two bold women living on their terms!”
The two of you make a toast.
“Tell me about where you grew up, Kassandra”
You ask patiently, ready to listen.
“Of course! As I said, I grew up in Kephallonia which is a very small island. I was practically raised there, it's an amazing place that's full of life. The people there have big hearts but unfortunately are troubled by hard times. We are simply people just trying to get by.”
Kassandra reflects on her childhood and smiles, some hard times plagued her mind but she can reminisce fondly. The two of you chat back and forth, listening to the music playing in the background. The conversation seemed to flow easily, with both parties laughing and enjoying their time together.
“There was a poet named Sappho, from the island of Lesbos. She was known for her beautiful poems about love. Much of her works have been lost to time unfortunately but she lives on as a legacy for many.”
When Kassandra speaks, a sort of fire appears in her eyes. Every word is filled with passion.
“Ah yes, Sappho. I’m a big fan, her writing had a significant beauty about it.”
“Love is something extraordinary, isn't it? Look at us, two passionate women living our lives to the fullest. A life without love isn’t a life worth living.”
You smile in agreement with Kassandra, and the two of you lock eyes. She stretches her arms and lets out a sigh of relief before lifting the sleeves of her shirt.
“You see this? These scars, I got them from a mistake I made when I was younger. They used to make me a little insecure but I've grown to appreciate them now. They represent growth and change, I cherish them”
You place your fingers on the scarring, feeling every bump and detail on her skin. Humans tend to be over-critical of themselves but typically not as much when it comes to others. Kassandra kept a solemn expression on her face, the light from the sun shined down on her from the window.
“So tell me, do you like what you see?”
Kassandra says with a soft laugh.
“I do…” You say softly afterward, returning the question.
“I think you’re a goddess among mankind. I can't help but feel drawn to you.”
Kassandra pours the two of you another glass of wine. You both talked and talked for hours until the sun began to set. Kassandra takes your hand in hers and leads you to the rooftop, where you can see the sun hit the sea perfectly. The air is calm and warm, birds flock together by the seaside and the faint noise of the bustling city can be heard. You look to your side to see Kassandra's brown wavy locks flowing in the gentle breeze, a calm and peaceful expression on her face. The two of you continue to sip the wine, you can feel yourself get a light buzz. The moment is perfect and both views are beautiful.
“I’m drawn to you… I can’t explain it.”
Kassandra turns you and tilts her head slightly, extending her hand out to caress your face. You stop for a moment, and the two of you lock eyes. At this moment you could see every detail on her face, how her brown eyes shimmered in the sunlight. The sound of the waves crashing could be heard in the distance. You both leaned in towards each other, and Kassandra’s rough hands touched your cheeks ever so gently. She pulled you in for a soft kiss as your fingers traced her forearm. The kiss started slow and gentle but progressively more passionate. Skin to skin, the sound of your lips clashing together. You could taste the leftover wine lingering on her lips. The moment fled so soon, you both pulled away as your eyes slowly opened up once again.
“Kassandra…” You said softly.
Her thumb traced your lips, her eyes attentively watching in admiration.
“May I have you here, all to myself?”
You nodded in agreement, the excitement all too much to bear. Kassandra led you to her bedroom, not once taking her attention away from you. After the two of you stripped, she left you on her bed alone for a moment. The smell of, “Kassandra” filled the room for this was where she got ready every day. The smell of her laundry sheets, the leftover cologne in the air, and the incense that was once lit. Suddenly, you felt her presence behind you and her shadow hovering over you. A dark cloth covered your eyes as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Let this moment be all about you, allow yourself to feel my touch. The outside world is irrelevant, this is our moment.”
Kassandra blindfolded you, her breath was heavy on your neck as she began to place kisses on your neck from behind. Starting with the left side then the right and finally to the back of your neck and slowly down your spine. Her hands massaged your shoulders as she traced her way back up, cupping your face with her hand. Your lips locked and she kissed you graciously, slowly adding tongue as her hands grazed your skin. She began to nibble and kiss your ears, due to your sight being taken away from you, your sensitivity to her touch grew. There was a distinct excitement about not knowing where her touch would go next.
Silence filled the air as her presence moved from behind you to in front of you. Kassandra gently laid you back on the bed, your legs clenched together. The feeling of her hands trickling down your legs causes a whirlwind of emotions to course through your body. The room remained dark to you, all of your trust and all of your power is given to the woman in front of you. You could hear Kassandra moving around you before she began to place soft kisses on the front of your feet and ankles, slowly tracing up your lower legs. Her nose slid against your skin, her breath lingering with every kiss in worship.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me…” She hesitated.
“No, no… please, continue.” You shook your head.
“Lay down and relax…”
You lay on the bed, eagerly waiting to see what comes next. The thought of moving forward and her hands on your body filled you with hot and heavy excitement. Though you couldn’t see her, her presence felt substantial and powerful. You could hear Kassandra taking off her shirt and then undoing her belt, the clothes hitting the floor slowly. She gently hovered atop of you for a moment before you felt her bare legs underneath yours, her hands running up and down your upper thighs. The feeling of her breath hit your skin, she kissed you from your chest to your lower abdomen.
She readjusted herself to get comfortable, on her knees at the bottom of the bed. Before helping you slide your bottoms down, Kassandra wrapped her hands around your waist tightly to pull you forward, bringing you to the edge of the bed. She moved to your knees, parting them as her forearms gripped around your hips for support. A serious look fell upon her face, dark brown eyes filled with intensity. She started to place soft kisses on your inner thighs, tracing your skin with her fingertips.
“Say my name…” She whispered.
“Kassandra…” You said gently, the feeling inside of you growing stronger.
You lay there exposed in front of her, getting more wet with every passing moment. The sight is pleasing to Kassandra as if she’s doing a good job. Her lips met the warm spot between your legs, caressing your clit with her tongue. She started slowly before finding a pace that suited you as you struggled to remain still underneath her. Kassandra touched you perfectly with passion and patience. Her warm slippery tongue continued to flick at perfect speed and rhythm, occasionally coming back to kiss your thighs teasingly.
Her hands traveled along your body, gripping at your breasts and toying with your hard nipples as she pleased you with a fierce look that you couldn’t see. It was as if you could feel her smiling between every moan that you let out, pleased and satisfied with herself at how she made you squirm. You reached down to grip her locks before she firmly adjusted your hands back to the sides of your head, her body lifting and stopping before whispering in your ear.
“I’m in control right now…”
She lifted the blindfold from your eyes, revealing herself to you.
“So you do whatever I say.”
Kassandra sat down on the chair next to her desk before pointing at the mirror in front of her and patting her lap.
“Come, sit in my lap.”
You adjusted yourself and did as she demanded. She watched your every move in the mirror, her eyes darting up and down your body. She adjusted your legs and held you open, her hands gripping the back of your legs. Her large hands left an indent of pressure where her skin met yours. You could see yourself completely vulnerable in the mirror in front of you. Her fingers played with you, revealing how desperately wet you were. Kassandra smirked, a happy glimmer in her eyes. Your eyes darted lower at the sight of her strap between her legs.
“Now touch yourself for me while I watch.”
You were taken back yet excited at the command before you did as she said. There was a look of hunger on Kassandra’s face as you pleased yourself and moaned in front of her, her grip tightening and spreading you even further apart to get a better look. Kassandra’s passion only grew from the sight of you, weak in front of her. She realized the power she held at the moment.
“Just like that. You’re doing such a good job for me. I'm proud of you.” She whispered in your ear.
“Such a good job…” She repeated under her breath. “Let me help you.”
Her hand slid in between your legs as her other kept a good grip on you so you didn't stagger. She gently rubbed you, teasing your clit with the tip of her finger. Kassandra watched you eagerly in the mirror, her horniness begging to be unleashed. She slid a finger inside of you slowly, yet deeply. The slight feeling of her inside you encouraged you. After teasing you with a finger, she slipped the second inside you. You could feel the girth and length of her fingers inside you. Her middle and ring worked inside of you, hitting the perfect spot. Her fingers curled inside you slowly before ramming deeply into you. All focus on your G spot.
Your moans grew louder and heavier, but before you could reach any kind of climax she readjusted you. You turned around, facing towards Kassandra. You sat in her lap with your legs around hers. She adjusted her strap before sticking her girth slowly inside of you, looking in the mirror.
“Ride it.”
Her hands traced your back as you rode her slowly. You began to kiss her neck, her musky scent radiating off her warm body. Kassandra grasped onto the back of your neck to look you deeply in the eyes as you rode her. She pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. There was a fire in her eyes that couldn’t be sedated. Kassandra had the best view in town as you bucked up and down on her. She had a strong grip on your ass as she looked deeply into your eyes. The vein in her neck slightly popped out, beckoning to be kissed. Something animalistic began to stir inside the two of you. Kassandra guided your hips atop her as you took every inch that she had to offer. Your moans grew heavier with each motion.
“I want you on your knees and turned around, right now.” Kassandra said in a firm voice.
You readjusted yourself, head down, and ass up in front of the mirror. Before Kassandra continued with you, she took in the sight and basked in how weak you were for her. Still, your body craved more from the Greek goddess. Kassandra kneeled to your now dripping cunt before feasting on you from behind. Each motion of her tongue drove you insane and past the point of no return. She savored your taste, every drop your body gave to her. Her hands gripped onto your skin, a more intense experience at this point. Kassandra wanted to give you the experience of a lifetime, she wanted to bless you.
She stood up on her knees, teasing your entrance. She was in no rush to give it to you quickly as she enjoyed making you beg and plead for more. Her toned body stretched out from behind you to grip your ass. Her girthy piece slid up and down your sopping wet folds like butter.
“Say please.” Kassandra said as she teased you.
“Please, Kassandra. I can't take it!” You moaned eagerly as Kassandra’s lips formed a sly smirk.
“Say my name once more…”
“Kassandra…” Her name escaped your mouth with ease.
Kassandra stuck her tip inside of you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of it before steadily pumping into you with ease. Your hands stood firm on the ground, pushing your body against hers. Kassandra gave you a good spank before wrapping her hands tightly around your waist, pushing her length into your harder and faster this time.
“Such a good girl. Look how pretty you are when you take me.” Kassandra purred, pulling your chin up so you could look at yourself in the mirror.
Her hands traced up your spine to the back of your neck, her hands rested firmly on your shoulders. She pushed you back into her, as deep as she could go. Your moans were loud and heavy at this point as Kass pounded into you, mercilessly. Your heart began to beat fast, your body could barely take it anymore. You couldn’t help but close your eyes from the sensation being felt, a firm slap on your cheek caused you to snap out of it immediately.
“Up, look up at me.” Kassandra said with ease, in a stern voice.
She started pounding into you with almost superhuman speed, locking eyes. She grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back, pinning them down. You could see the drops of sweat on her body and the muscles in her arms tensing. She made love to you like it was art, sensually and rough at the same time. Kassandra had one goal in mind: To get you off.
“Cum for me, baby.” She said, one knee bent over to the side of you for maximum penetration.
The outline of her toned legs could be seen in the mirror's reflection. Kassandra’s breathing grew heavy as she was fighting for air at this point, a drop of sweat coming down from her forehead. Your muscles began to clench as your body released every bit of ecstasy you had left inside you. Your moans were delayed and your body relaxed as you made a mess on her. You collapsed and turned over on your back, letting your breathing return to normal.
Kassandra removed her strap and placed it to the side before towering over your face, legs beside your shoulders. Kassandra looked heavenly above you, her stance was particularly fierce and strong. Your hands ran along her thighs, both of your bodies in agreement with each other. You teased her around her clit with your tongue, as if knocking before entering. Kassandra threw her head back and let out a deep sigh, her hands resting on her hips.
“Relax…” You assured her.
“Are you sure?”
“Kassandra, I want you to smother me.”
You nodded underneath her, letting out a, “Yes.” before she rested all her weight on top of you. You continued to flick her clitoris with your tongue until you found the perfect speed for her. Kassandra’s eyes close for a moment as she gets caught up in the heat of the moment. A smile spreads across her face, pleased with you. She lets out a deep moan as she rides your face, looking down at you as you eat her out.
“You’re so good at that… Fuck.”
Kassandra sits on your face with all her weight, you can hardly breathe. You become enveloped in the scent of her and the pleasure that you give to her. Your heart grows heavy as she moans deeper and louder, your name escapes her mouth repeatedly. Her eyes roll back before she drops her head down, biting her lip and getting another good look at you. She grinds and bucks, using your tongue to get off.
“I don't know how much longer I can last if you keep doing that.” Kassandra says, nearly out of breath.
You keep pleasing her just as she likes.
“Cum for me, I know you can do it.”
Kassandra lets out a deep moan, her bucking intensifying. You like how she uses you like a toy, focusing on cumming. Your heart skips a beat watching your lover ride your face. Kassandra becomes so overwhelmed and excited by your touch, she loses herself for a few moments before climaxing. You savor the salty-sweet taste of her on your tongue.
“Fuck…” Kassandra whimpers before collapsing on the bed.
She reaches over to the side table of the bed before sitting up, pouring you and herself a glass of wine. You rest your head on her chest and entangle your legs with hers. You can hear her heartbeat slowing down, the air growing more calm by the second. Kassandra hands you a glass of wine before proposing a cheers.
“To us…” Kassandra whispers with a sweet smirk on her face, afterwards giving you a kiss on the forehead.
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girl4music · 5 months
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You know what? Rather than saying Xena and Gabrielle aren’t textually canon I should just say they’re a romantic friendship or platonic romance. Because - evidently - I see and interpret them as very canon. And yes, sometimes even in a textually written way. But it seems to confuse people when I try to explain that they are an EPIC well-written romance/love story when I follow it up with “even though they’re not textually canon”. And I could understand how that would be confusing if I had never seen the TV show. And many people seem to be familiar with what “romantic friendship” or “platonic romance” is and I’d definitely say Xena and Gabrielle come under that. I mean they do have an amazing relationship and it can be interpreted as platonic just as much as it can be interpreted as romantic. They do always seem to refer to each other as best friends only in a public setting. They never say they’re lovers or are in love. They never have to. It’s written on their faces as clear as day. In just the way they are with each other you can tell that they are. It’s incredibly obvious and beautifully nuanced. But since it’s not confirmed in the show that they’re anything more than best friends,… I think “romantic friendship” or “platonic romance” works. And for me - that a very respectful and affectionate way of understanding and defining their relationship.
So yeah,
They’re romantic friendship or platonic romance. Very much canon to the fans, the creators, and the cast. But couldn’t be confirmed as a textually canon couple because of the severe censorship and restriction for the production and the final cuts for each episode. I mean there is a script where they outed them after all. It just couldn’t be allowed to see the light of day. I’m pretty freaking sure Steven L. Sears has it though and one of these days I will beg him to let me see it just for all time sake. Just to read how they actually were going to shoot that episode before NBC made them rework it. And there was also the Sappho musical episode that never made it to production either although you can find that script and it’s… alright… I guess. Plays like a piece of rushed-written femslash fanfiction but it’s decent. I’ve certainly read worse.
Oh, that’s another thing I forgot to mention in my last post. They were so serious about being in solidarity with the fans about Xena and Gabrielle that they actually commissioned actual FANFICTION writers to write episodes for the show that did make it passed the Final Cut. One of them is actually one of the best episodes of the entire show. Not just because of the representation provided but it’s genuinely a good story. But I’ve waxed poetic about ‘When Fates Collide’ enough (I’ll never wax poetic about it enough).
But yeah - that was something no show with a “non-canon” main protagonist relationship has ever done. Brought in fanfiction writers - actual shippers - and told them “write us a Xena and Gabrielle love story”. That was a big deal and proved just how serious they were about them seeing their relationship as canon.
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💥asteroid observations💥
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💥asteroid sappho in the 10th can indicate someone that pursues an artistic profession. They won’t do anything conventional for their work. Choosing a creative passion for work would actually lead to great success. This suggests someone that will be known for their art/ creative ability.
💥asteroid sappho in contact with chiron suggests someone that writes poetry or just writes in general to process their trauma or feelings. Diaries/journalling would be great for these people.
💥kitty asteroid on the ascendant can suggest someone attracts people easily but can also get unwanted attention. People can behave a bit animalistic with them and do anything to have them. The attention can become irritating very quickly.
💥asteroid serendipity in easy aspect (including conjunction and quintile) to ascendant is someone considered lucky for their physical appearance. They are always very attractive.
💥asteroid thalia in aspect with mercury people are so funny😂😂 especially if they have prominent jupiter placements. Comedy comes so naturally to them. They just make people laugh so easily.
💥asteroid fama in aspect with sun can indicate someone that’s supposed to be famous and get recognition. Depending on whether the aspect is easier or more difficult, they will either easily realise this and work towards it or they will sort of resist the urge to put themselves out there. With this asteroid you have to put the work in.
💥asteroid charis in scorpio square/opposite moon/venus can indicate someone that manipulates people with their charm. I’m not saying they’re bad people. They can just easily persuade people to do what they want. scorp charis people can lure you in and you won’t even know why. Charis in scorpio people just have that quality about them that draws people in.
💥asteroid urania in the 12th can indicate an amazing ability to learn astrology. These are the people who learn the in and outs of astrology so easily. They make great astrologers.
💥asteroid kassandra in the 12th or aspecting neptune can indicate someone that has unnwanted foreshadowing dreams. They can get dreams about the future, regarding other people or themselves. This usually feels more like a curse to them because they can’t control it.
💥eros square mc can indicate someone that gets over sexualised wherever they go. People get sexual vibes from them even if they’re not suggesting anything sexual. They are usually very attractive people. Their sex appeal is so potent and it frustrates them because people see sex instead of who they actually are.
💥asteroid tyche in aspect to jupiter people are so lucky😂😂 They’re always at the right place and the right time. Other people are so baffled by them because they just seem to be so lucky. Similar vibes to jupiter-sun except on steroids😂😂 This is a great aspect to have in your chart!!
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asteroid list
-> sappho 80
-> kitty 9563
-> serendipity 6568
-> thalia 23
-> fama 408
-> charis 627
-> urania 30
-> kassandra 114
-> eros 433
-> tyche 258
how to calculate asteroids
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newvision · 12 days
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poems about forbidden love please 😭 (wlw)
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Sappho, from Come Close
“You are embarrassed about your blood, its redness, the way it is just coming out of you with no concern for anyone’s feelings. You are (…) embarrassed to be alive.”
Carmen Maria Machado, from In The Dream House
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Patricia Highsmith, from the Price of Salt // movie adaptation: Carol
my thoughts on each recommendation:
Sappho, Come Closer: small collection of classical poems, but very accessible! Can be read in one sitting and Sappho is of course one of the most important queer writers in history
Carmen Maria Machado, In The Dream House: not poetry, but a sort of experimental memoir. I feel like if you appreciate poetry, you will enjoy the way she plays with narrative tropes. It’s a very unique book about a woman trying to articulate her experiences of being in an abusive same-sex relationship. It’s not a light book and not one about queer joy, but that’s exactly why I liked it so much. It’s real, it doesn’t put queer people on a pedestal for being queer. Queer women being abusers is rarely talked about — and rarely written about so intelligently. Perhaps there are the first couple of pages online, I think reading them would give you a much better feel for the book.
Patricia Highsmith, the Price of Salt: again, not a poetry collection. I’m really sorry, I apparently haven’t read many wlw poetry collections. Time to change that! The Price Of Salt is a novel that isn’t very representative of Highsmith’s usual writing style, but one that touched me immensely. It’s about a young woman who falls in love with an older woman by the name of Carol. I don’t want to spoil the plot, but it takes place in the 1950s, so you can imagine how many hardships they face. The movie Carol is an adaptation I liked, and I’m usually very picky about literary adaptations.
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henry-fox-biggest-stan · 10 months
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I Kissed Shara Wheeler and Taylor (also did rwrb, one last stop is next)
Chloe Argumentative, antithetical dream girl / You’re a bandit like me / And it’s all good if you’re bad, and it’s okay if you’re mad / Takes one to know one / Thought I had reason to attack / Maybe I’m just a girl on a mission / Asked me what I learnt from all those years / I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush / I'm ready for combat, I say I don't want that, what if I do? / No more keeping score, now I just keep you warm Green
Shara A pathological people pleaser / To make them love me and make it seem effortless / I’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me / Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters / She's not a saint, and she's not what you think, she's an actress / My reputation’s never been worse so, you must like me for me / My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders / I laid the groundwork, and then just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line / Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery / I had a marvelous time ruining everything Wheeler
Rory Can’t you see than I’m the one who understands you? Been here all along / I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey / “Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me” / I’ll stare directly at the sun but never into the mirror / He's the song in the car I keep singin', don't know why I do / This place’s too crowded, too many cool kids / All those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you? / When the truth is like a stranger hits you right between the eyes / Don’t need another metaphor, it’s simple enough / Put the money in the bag and I stole the keys Heron
Smith Hey Stephen / They all wanna be ya, but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / And my so-called friends, they don’t know / Through it all nobody gets me like you do / And at every table, I’ll save you a seat / Is it cool than I said all that? / You can feel it on the way home / I still got love for you / And it always leads to you, in my hometown / I’d tell you I miss you but I don’t know how Parker
Georgia I want auroras and sad prose / I’m so in love than I might stop breathing / And I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve / My hands shake, I’m not usually this way / Every dead-end street brought you straight to me / Now I read all of the books beside your bed / I wrote a poem, you say “What a mind” / I can’t stop you putting roots in my dream land / On the outside looking in / I believe in what I feel, I've always been the same girl Neale
The rwrb one:
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marie-swriting · 1 year
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You Really Are That Oblivious - Robin Buckley
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Summary : You have a crush on Robin and you want to let her know. Unfortunately, she doesn't get the hint easily.
Warnings : Robin is very oblivious, second-hand embarrassement, mutual pining, good ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any or if I missed any warning.
Word count : 2.2k
French version
Song inspiration : Chance by Hayley Kiyoko
Holding onto the videotapes in your hands, you take a deep breath before entering Family Video, a smile on your face knowing you’ll see her. Steve greets you when he hears the door. When you look at him, you notice he’s alone. Your smile drops instantaneously. You try to not show your disappointment as you give Steve the tapes.
“Isn’t Robin here today ? I thought she was working.” You ask him as he’s looking at the tapes, checking if there is any problem.
“She’s here. She’s just in the back, sorting the tapes.”
“Oh okay.” You say while your smile comes back on your face.
“You’re all good. You can take new movies, if you want.”
“Thanks.”
You walk into another aisle, trying to look for the documentary your father asked for. Meanwhile, Steve runs to Robin. She looks at him weirdly as he seems in a panic.
“I’m gonna do that. You should go to the customer.” He tells her and she frowns her eyebrows.
“Why ? Is it someone you don’t like ?”
“It’s actually someone you like.” Steve corrects, confusing Robin. “Y/N is here. Go.”
“What ? No ! I’m gonna make a fool of myself, you know that.” Robin retorts, nervous.
“You won’t ! Come on, you’ve had a crush on her for the past four months. Please, go have a successful love life for us.”
“Nothing will ever happen.”
“If you don’t want to shoot your shot, go at least do your job with her.” Steve encourages her. Robin thinks for a few seconds before answering.
“I hate you, Harrington.”
“You’ll thank me one day.”
Robin rolls her eyes before going back to the front counter where she finds you waiting, a tape in your hands. When you see her a big smile is on your face as you give her the documentary. Robin tries to hide her nervousness by not looking you in the eyes.
“Is that all ?” She asks you.
“Yes.” You say, giving her the money. You stay silent while she gives you the change. “My dad wanted to watch that documentary for months. I didn’t take anything for me as we currently have too much homework, you know.” You tell her awkwardly and you curse yourself mentally.
“Yes, it’s true. The teachers won’t give us a rest any time soon.”
“Especially with that English paper. I mean it’s poetry, you can read it quickly but it takes time to analyse it correctly.”
“I guess.” Robin answers, not knowing what to say.
“Do you like Lord Byron ?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never really read him before.”
“Me neither. But I’d prefer to work on other poets, like Emily Dickinson or Sappho. Do you know one of them ?” You ask her, hoping she’ll get your hints.
“Not really.” She says and you try not to show your pain as you understand Robin doesn’t know about the real meaning of your sentence.
“Their writing is very good. You should check it out.” You inform her, casually. “Actually, tomorrow, I’m going to buy Sappho’s poetry in Greek. I’ve been taking classes for several years now so I think I can read her writing in the original language. You can join me if you want and after… we could go to a café or something.” You suggest and Robin stares at you, eyes wide open.
“I… Steve can go.” She exclaims and you look at her confused.
“Steve ?” You ask at the same time as Steve. “Me ?”
“Yes, I… I’m busy tomorrow, but I’m sure Steve would love to go to a café with you. Right Steve ?” Robin says, trying to hide her panic.
“You sure you don’t want to join us, we can do it after what you have to do.” You try to ask again.
“I’m busy all day. But you two go.”
“I mean, if you don’t mind, Steve.” You tell him, looking at him.
“Yeah sure. We could go to Hawkin’s café at four.”
“Yeah.” You confirm, an awkward smile on your face. “Well I’m gonna go. My dad is waiting for this.” You say, showing her the tape. “I guess I’ll see you around ?” You ask her and she nods.
You leave Family Video, a sad expression on your face. You’ve been thinking of asking her out for so many months. You knew you had to make the first move but with her reaction, you think maybe you shouldn’t have. She’s clearly not into girls, even less into you…
When you’re completely out of sight, Steve comes in front of Robin, in shock. It takes him a few seconds to understand what’s just happened.
“Did you just make me go on a date with your crush ?” He questions, not believing his ears.
“I panicked, okay ?!” Robin screams, putting her head in her hands.
“That’s another level of panic ! Why would you even do that ? For someone who is smart, that was completely stupid !”
“I know. I know !” She exclaims, looking at him.
“You realise she was asking you out, right ?” Steve tells her and Robin seems surprised.
“Was she ?”
“Yes ! It was totally clear she was doing that !”
“But she has a crush on you.” Robin retorts and Steve frowns.
“Why would you think that ?”
“Because it’s the truth.”
“Robin, she only comes here when you’re working. When she didn’t see you earlier, she was disappointed and asked me about you. Then, she mentioned to you she loves Dickinson and Sappho aka two poetesses who loved women, as you told me ! And after that, she asked you if you wanted to go with her to the bookshop and have a coffee and when you did your stupid move, she was clearly sad. How did you not understand ?” Steve points out, making Robin feel bad once she realises he might be right.
“I mean, that’s just a coincidence.”
“You’re the most oblivious person I know. I never want you to criticise my love life ever again.”
“Even if she was attracted to girls, which I doubt, she would never try anything.” Robin tries to reason.
“She asked you twice if you wanted to go to that café with her. Twice.”
“Okay, stop it ! I messed up. It’s too late.” Robin ends the conversation, hating herself for her reaction.
The next day, you go to the coffee shop. Steve is already waiting for you, feeling awkward about the situation, just like you do. You really hope Steve won’t try to do anything. He seems nice but you’re not attracted to him. You want Robin and only her. But she made that date between you and Steve so clearly, she doesn’t want you like you do. When you sit in front of him after you’ve ordered your coffee, you put your new book on your table.
“That’s the book you wanted ?” Steve asks you and you nod.
“Yes, I’m excited to read it.”
“So, is it just me or did Robin try to play cupid with us ?” You question after a few minutes.
“Kind of. I’m sorry about that, by the way. This doesn’t have to be a date or anything. It can totally be just two people hanging out.” He reassures you, lifting a weight off your mind.
“Cool. Because I have to admit I don’t have a crush on you. I mean, you’re good looking. I guess. It’s just that, let’s just say you’re not my type.” You say, a little bit embarrassed.
“I get it.”
“But I thought that maybe you and Robin had something. I mean it was a guess till she did that yesterday.”
“Oh no ! We’re not a thing.” Steve informs you quickly. “We’re friends, really good friends. Like what we have is totally platonic, with a capital P. Nothing will ever happen. I mean, I tried, and she told me I wasn’t her type. Apparently, I’m not the type of a lot of people.” He says, lost in his thoughts.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone. But do you know if, maybe, Robin has a crush on someone ?” You question him, taking a sip of your coffee the waitress just gave you.
“Let’s just say that she’s oblivious when it comes to her crush. I think if someone is attracted to her, they’ll have to say that they like her.” Steve tells you and you notice the way he used neutral pronouns.
“Okay, I see.”
You then change the topic, talking about school, more precisely universities and colleges. Though, you think about what Steve told you. Was he trying to make you understand that Robin is, in fact, attracted to you but can’t see you are too or that she has a crush on another person ? With what he said, it seemed to be the former. But he also said that person had to be straightforward, so no more allusions. For you, that’s too risky. If you’re wrong, that could go bad, and you don’t want that. You really need to think this through. You don’t want to lose her, especially if you didn’t read the signs correctly.
You think about it for the next few days. Every time you come to the same conclusions, you have to go and admit you have feelings for her. If you don’t, you might miss your chance with her and you like her too much for that. Though, your fears get stronger as you realise you’re about to either get the girl you like or ruin everything.
At one point, you decide to muster up all your courage and go to Family Video. You find her close to the door, reading the synopsis of a movie before putting it back on the shelf. You walk to her, taking a deep breath.
“Hi Robin.”
“Oh, hi !” She says, nervous. “You’re looking for a movie ?”
“No, I’d like to talk to you. If you have a minute, please.”
“Sure.” She nods before guiding you to a quieter place. “Is everything okay ? You seem stressed.” She asks you as she sees you fidgeting with your fingers.
“Here goes nothing…” You whisper before talking louder. “Okay, Robin I… I wanted to know if maybe, and you can totally say no, by the way ! I just wanted to know if you’d like to go… go on a date with me.” You question, not looking at her.
“A date ?”
“Yes, like a real date.” You confirm but she stays silent. You panic and start looking for the exit. “I knew I shouldn’t have come. Sorry, I’m leaving.” You tell her, walking away while Robin looks at Steve for help.
“Go !” He murmurs to Robin.
“Y/N, wait !” She screams and you look at her again. “You really want to go on a date with me ? Like, you… you’re attracted to me kinda date ?”
“Yes. I mean I don’t know if you’re also attracted to girls, or even me, but I just really think you’re beautiful and I’ve been meaning to ask you out for months and last time I tried to do it without being totally explicit and it didn’t really work, Steve told me you’re oblivious and that the person attracted to you needed to be straightforward with you so that’s why I just asked you that.” You ramble, totally stressed.
“I… I didn’t think you liked girls or even me.” Robin admits and you laugh nervously.
“I’m always trying to talk to you and I even mentioned Dickinson and Sappho, I thought I made it clear.”
“See, I was right !” Steve yells as he was listening to the conversation from the beginning. Robin rolls her eyes at him.
“Shut up, dingus !” She orders him before looking back at you. It takes her a second before it hits her, and you can see the realisation on her face. “Oh, my God.”
“Wow, you really are that oblivious.” You chuckle and she smiles awkwardly.
“It’s just… it seemed surreal, and I didn’t want to make a mistake.”
“I was afraid of that too. But I really like you and I knew if I didn’t do anything, I would have never known if you liked me back.”
“I’m not gonna lie, you're right. I would have never thought you’d take a chance on me. I didn’t want to believe you could like me. It seemed too good to be true.” She admits.
“Well it is.” You confirm her and you smile. “So, you want to go out with me someday ?”
“Totally !” She almost screams.
“Here’s my number. Call me so we can plan something.” You tell Robin, giving her a piece of paper you took before leaving your house.
“Okay.” She nods, looking at the paper with fondness.
“See you, Robin.” You smiled before kissing her left cheek.
Robin doesn’t move, surprised by your gesture. She still feels your lips on her face while you’re walking toward the exit. She looks at where you left with a fond smile, grateful that you made the first move, but above all, she’s full of hope for what will happen between you two.  
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letthemusicmoveyou28 · 3 months
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*2023 Fic Fest Participation*
I am late to this, but thanks for tagging me @allwaswell16!
Number of fests: 6
Number of fics: 9
Favorite fest/fic: It is way too hard to pick just one! But 2023 was the year that I fell back in love with fic writing again, and I know that participating in all of these fests had a lot to do with that. One of my favorite fics came from @omegaversekinktober23 and was Hold You With My Hands Tied. I loved creating that universe, and it was my first time attempting A/B/O!
Fest you would love to do again this year (if they come back): I would definitely love to do @louisrarepairfest again, it was a fun challenge for me! My fic for @romcom1dficfest will be coming out early this year. I’m already signed up for @1domegaverseficfest and really excited for the prompt I got! I am also looking forward to @1duntraditionalabofest, such a cool idea!
Tagging: Absolutely zero pressure, but I’m tagging @neondiamond @parmahamlarrie @ladyaj-13 and anyone else that might want to do it!
Fics and thoughts under the cut!
With the Bomb Lighting for @wankersday 2023
E, 4k, Louis/Harry - Rockstar Harry, Rolling Stone Journalist Louis, Strangers to Lovers, Video Sex, Mutual Mastrubation
This was my first time writing smut where the two characters were not in the same room together. The premise is silly and ridiculous and I had the most fun writing it. 😊 Hoping to participate again this year as long as an idea comes to me!
It’s Only Sunny Cause the Planet’s Dying for @1dastroficfest Round 2.
E, 13.6k, Louis/Harry - Enemies to Lovers, Con-artist Louis, Detective Harry, mild violence
Enemies to lovers is one of my favorite tropes of all time, and I will happily die on that hill lol. The prompt I was given was Sappho, the Greek poetess whose work was deeply homoerotic and filled with love for her companions. In your chart Sappho shows you a place in your life where you feel affirmed. That was the aspect I decided to run with here. Two very different people who decided to stop worrying about what society wanted them to be or who they should love. I’d love to participate in round 3 of this fest as long as it fits into my schedule!
Hold You With My Hands Tied for @omegaversekinktober23
E, 12.4k, Louis/Harry - Omega Harry/Alpha Louis, BDSM Club, Strangers to Lovers
First of all, I had SO much fun participating in this fest. I loved figuring out what I wanted to write each week based on the prompts. I’m not sure if they are planning to do it again this year, but I will be there if they do! I absolutely fell in love with these characters and this AU, which is why I wrote another installment of it later on in the fest. 😉
Wearing You Like Clothes for @omegaversekinktober23
E, 5.9k, Louis/Harry - Omega Louis/Alpha Harry, Neighbors to Lovers, Louis in panties, breeding kink
Once I had the idea in my head, this is one of those ones that just sort of wrote itself. I loved writing the way that they realized their kinks lined up perfectly.
Wanna Make Your Body Numb for @omegaversekinktober23
E, 3.8k, Louis/Harry - Omega Harry/Alpha Louis, BDSM Club, Established Relationship, Exhibitionism, Cock Warming
This is part two of Hold You With My Hands tied, but it could probably be read on it’s own. I loved spending more time focusing on Harry discovering BDSM and that being submissive does not in any way mean giving up power, rather the opposite.
Chew You Up Like Candy for @omegaversekinktober23
E, 4.3k, Louis/Harry, Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry, Dom Louis/Sub Harry, Fucking Machine, Face Sitting
Whew! This one definitely challenged me, but in the absolutely best way. I was a little nervous to tackle an Alpha/Alpha pairing, but a really enjoyed exploring that dynamic. I guess Harry’s character in the fic and I both sort of went on that journey together lol. And I don’t know exactly why, but I think the smut scene in this one is one of my favorites I’ve ever written.
Slow Dance With the Tension for @1dtrickortreatfest
M, 666 words, Louis/Harry - Witch Harry/Human Louis, Established Relationship, Bratty Harry, Boys Kissing
I will admit, as a rambler it was very hard to keep this to the word count lol. But I had absolutely so much fun writing this one. Bratty witch Harry was just so self indulgent, and I loved writing Louis as his somewhat exasperated but fond and patient counterpart. Would love to participate in this fest again this year and maybe explore these two and this verse in another work at some point.
Got My Chaos Automatic for @louisrarepairfest 2023
E, 3.1k, Louis/Liam/Zayn - Poly Relationship, Canon Compliant, Dom Liam/Dom-Switch Zayn/Sub Louis
As evidenced by this list, I am no stranger to writing smut lol. This one was a little different from my usual though. First of all, I had never attempted a threesome before this and so there was some logistical things where I was like what do I do with all these people?? But I think I figured it out in the end lol. I also loved playing with their dynamics here. I purposely kept their relationship status a little vague, personally I just don’t really like a lot of labels and I felt it went well here. I also loved the idea of Louis putting up a bit of a fight mostly just because he really likes the struggle and he also knows how much his partners enjoy earning his submission. And I really loved writing Liam as the Dom who is a little strict but with the biggest heart. I felt like they all just fit together so well and were able to give each other exactly what they wanted/needed. I already said this at the top, but I’d love to participate in this fest again this year!
Stuck In Midnight Traffic for @1dchristmasfest 2023
M, 2.9k, Louis/Harry - Strangers to Friends (implied lovers), Harry has just left a verbally abusive relationship and Louis cheers him up
This was an idea that had been in my head literally for ages, and this fest seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring it to life! Hurt/Comfort fics are also a very loved genre of mine. And in the story Harry has a Christmas cactus named Kevin that never seems to bloom. That was actually inspired by my own plant (coincidentally named Kevin 😉), that I have had for over a decade now and took nearly 8 years to finally bloom. Sometimes things just take a little extra time and maybe some Christmas magic. 😊
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theballadoftory · 3 months
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Welcome to my little corner of the world, I’m happy you’ve made it here 🫧
My name is Tory (she/her), I’m 19 years old and I make many different kinds of art including;
-poems
-songs
-stories
All my art revolves around the central themes of what it’s like to be a (teenage) girl in this world, how I experience life, platonic and romantic relationships and if not that then something utterly and completely outlandish like being a dog or or accidentally killing your lover at a bar
If that’s something you’re interested in then feel free to stick around 🐚
I mainly made this account so I can have a place where I can put all my art without having to make too much of a fuss about it
I currently have two WIP’s both of which don’t necessarily fall into the dark academia genre but do very much feel like they should
1. Stars burn up (working title)
A story about two academic rivals, who are quietly alienated at their elite boarding school, being forced to work on a project together. They find a secret passageway to a treacherous and magical alley along the way that could put both of them in great danger 🪐
2. Whispers of the bastards
A story about a girl being recruited into a group of spies in a city full of thieves and criminals figuring out that the machinations of said town are much more deliberate than she could have ever imagined and having to decide if she wants to profit from it or tear it all down ⚔️
I make it a point to write about flawed and interesting people that are barely anything like your usual fantasy heroes and I write stories that reflect and comment on modern societal issues. At the same time I’m a huge sucker for romance and I don’t think I will ever write anything without it.
I also have an AO3 account called theetherealnemesis where I write fanfiction, if you care to read a sample of my writing. Right now I only have an unfinished fanfic about house of the dragon on there but I do really like what I’ve written so far and plan to continue it.
This really is an account for people who like art, writing specifically, and everyone is welcome here
My other interests include:
-politics
-history
-concerts
-greek mythology
Movies/shows📽️:
Promising young woman, Saltburn, Ballad of Songbirds and snakes, Bottoms, the statistical probability of love at first sight, Howls moving castle, candy jar/ Percy Jackson, The Rookie, Brooklyn 99, Modern family, one piece live action, heart break high, fleabag
Singer/Songwriters🎶:
Taylor Swift, Chappell Roan, Ethel Cain, Sabrina Carpenter, Sufjan Stevens, Mitski, Phoebe Bridgers, Quinnie
Books📚:
Percy Jackson, Six of crows, a good girls guide to murder, Cruel Prince, All the bad apples, Enchanté, Aphrodite made me do it, Legendborn, Dearly, poetry by Sappho and Emily Dickinson
I also have a TikTok account under the same @ as here where I post all kinds of stuff
Hope you have fun here
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alecscudder1987 · 2 years
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BILE AND BLUE PANSIES
theend4’s supernatural poetry event
hey everyone!! egan here<33 
so…. i recently hit a follower milestone… and i want to say thank you!!! wtf fr!!!! i love all of you so so much. i’m still an internet baby, but i’ve been active in different fandoms since around 2017, and this past year has been one of my favorite fandom experiences ever. i’ve made some really good friends and gotten inspired by so many different artists, writers, and ideas. thanks so much for being on this crazy journey with me. 
SO WHAT?
one of my favorite things i got to do this year was share my poetry with you guys! it’s been an absolute joy to receive so many lovely messages from you saying how much you love my work. truly, your feedback means the world!
so, in honor of that, i’d like for you all to share your poetry with me! whether you’ve got 7 published poetry books or you’ve literally never even read any, i’d love for you to try your hand. 
OK, WHEN?
September 18—September 24th, 2022
ALRIGHT, NOW HOW DOES THIS WORK?
READ the poems in the prompts, and then think about what you like about them—themes, voices, characters, endings, beginnings, word choice, formatting, etc!—and do some brainstorming!
WRITE one or more poems inspired by the ones listed! when i'm inspired by a certain poet, i like to try out writing in their syntax, their mannerisms, or their subject matter. give it a go! (for example: richard siken breaks up his lines across the page. if you've never tried this, playing around with indentation can be a super fun way to break up your lines!)
POST your poem either as a screenshot, photo, or plain text post to tumblr. (note: please provide a transcription of your poem in the caption if you decide to upload a photo.)
CREDIT the author of the poem you were inspired by in the caption! i won't reblog poems that don't give credit to their inspirations.
TAG your post with #bluepansypoetry and @ me so I can share your lovely creations!
DO YOU HAVE READING RECOMMENDATIONS? PROMPTS EVEN?
i do!!! please find my list of all-time-fave recommendations of supernatural-esque poems that i love below!! each day of the event focuses on one poem as a “prompt” or inspiration, so please read them all to see which ones you like! i tried to include a variety of styles. GOOGLE DOC OF THE POEM PROMPTS HERE!
SCHEDULING NITTY-GRITTY
SEPT 18: “french novel,” ritchie hoffman
SEPT 19: “colosseum,” jericho brown
SEPT 20: “fragment 147,” sappho, translated by anne carson
SEPT 21: “cagnes sur mer 1950,” jorie graham
SEPT 22: “road music,” richard siken
SEPT 23: “telemachus,” ocean vuong
SEPT 24: “object permanence,” madeline cravens
BUT I'VE NEVER WRITTEN POETRY!
i hear you say. yes. i have never tried oil painting, but i would like to! i believe it's important to keep an open mind when practicing new arts—you're never going to be "good" right away of course. besides, my goal isn't to write "good" poetry. (ok, maybe a little.) but i write poetry because i feel like a wildfire when i do. i write poetry because i might die if i don't. art keeps us alive. words feed the soul. 
the best advice i’ve gotten about how to write poetry… is to read poetry. read bad poetry. read good poetry! and then sit down for a hot second somewhere and write. write for 8 minutes without stopping. you can write "i don't know what to write" 100 times over if that's all that comes to you. or you can write a play. describe the space around you. talk about what you had for lunch. something will come to you, i promise. and if it doesn't? gently put it away for now. there isn't any rush. you can come back tomorrow.
FINAL WORD
first: no hate speech! second: if you do create nsfw work, please tag it as such. i want everyone to be able to participate in this event safely. 
thank you once again for being on this journey with me, whether you arrived today or have been here since before i even got into supernatural, i love you all dearly. good luck, and happy creating!! 
also, if  you were curious, this event is based on my poem (and song) blue pansies! which you can find here, if you like!
LINK TO THE POEMS AGAIN!!
remember to tag your work with #bluepansypoetry, and happy writing!!!
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blysse-and-blunder · 8 months
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In lieu of a travel journal
2am my-time, monday, july 24, 2023
Awake and giddy and trying to calm down after completing what I think may accidentally actually be a decent conference paper, a few short hours before I need to present it—some thoughts on the things that have kept me entertained and sane while on necessary breaks from writing! writing this on my phone so there’s no read-more, apologies.
reading
having a very good time alternating between after Sappho, selby wynn schwartz, and an angela carter short story collection called the bloody chamber. both very ~feminist~ but in ways that are subtly distinct—you can tell which came out in 2021 and which did not—but both so interesting. I think I may DNF this other unnamed spy-urban fantasy, unfortunately, which sucks because the premise was good, the execution is just very grating. assorted other libby holds include italo calvino’s the baron in the trees, ty @morrak and carmen maria machado’s in the dream house.
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listening
yws gwynedd and the resulting welsh pop / rock mix on 24-hour lockdown repeat. it’s been extremely good to me, high energy, low engagement, except I’m also getting better at listening comprehension slowly but surely, there’s no downside. Stuck in my head currently, perpetually:
watching
the first episode of d20’s starstruck odyssey, which despite all the potential for getting bogged down in new mechanics and bad stats and dysfunctional team dynamics was really lovely? It is filling the sweet spot right between being in the mood for fantasy high and being in the mood for Neverafter, and plus I like! just getting to hear them play! I also watched the first few minutes of disn*y’s strange world on this airbnb’s d+ account, and will hopefully be able to go back—I was looking for something I could have on in the background and ended up getting interested, so, task failed successfully! I also watched, and slept through, amsterdam (2022) on a plane recently.
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playing
fallow week. shoutout to the game I tried with friends a few weeks ago and forgot to mention, genesis noir, which was so gloriously atmospheric and moody and interesting, right up until it was slightly too buggy and/or unintuitive to get past the first fifteen minutes or so. though that could have been the fault of the internet connection, which had been slow that whole night and did crash immediately thereafter. we laughed ourselves to absolute fucking tears over gangbeasts again, afterwards. but I’m still thinking about the celestial noir vibes and hope to get back to this one soon.
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making
fallow week! making plans and achieving them, making memories and taking pictures, making virtual friendships into realities. making more homecooked meals, hopefully, now that I have real kitchen access! making some professional connections??
working on
the last week has been all about either working on said paper, or getting a mental refresh by getting as far from it as possible. it’s been hard to get back into work mode after some of these full days off, but also, I did budget my time and I *did* put enough in, early and often, that by the time the eleventh hour came around it was possible to actually finish. i don’t think i could have gotten to this version, which i’m pleased with, with any less effort—but spending all day thurs at the library, working in the morning or an hour before bed, or between lunch and dinner tonight—and a lot of time the week prior—it all added up. it all contributed something. this is my memo to myself: the long boring slog leading up to the exhilarating last minute is just as necessary. it helped that I have other (dissertation-based) uses for every idea and sentence and quote I had to cut tonight, and I still think this paper is stronger without them.
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cream-and-tea · 2 years
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hi! hello! salutations! my name (at least on the internet) is creme (she/her please and thank you), and this reintro has been... a long time coming, to say the least. let’s get some quick facts out of the way so i can talk about my over abundance of projects!
i tend to write character-driven stories, complicated relationships of all kinds, queer/nerudivergant characters (hey, write what you know), fucked-up magic systems, and basically everything i touch ends up having SOME kind of fantasy element (whether intentionally or not)
i also write poetry! but that tends not to get posted as much bc of just how personal it is to me
i’m pretty active on here but i'm trying to get better at actually Posting My Writing, i do have some stuff up (mostly from my main wip Lay Me Down) but that’s something i’m working on
(i’m working on… a lot)
i’m currently studying journalism and creative writing in university!!!
i’d love to be published one day (primarily with my poetry and maybe a novel) but first i have to actual finish something lol
i am literally up to read/follow anything. anything at all. i do have stuff i look for and some genres i read more than others but if something has a premise i like/tropes i like/a cool vibe/anything remotely interesting at all i tend to jump on it
i love love love being tagged in tag games even if it takes me fucking forever to do them lol
aaaaand i think that’s mostly it! now onto the main event (aka all my stories i couldn’t shut up about so i had to put them under the cut):
LAY ME DOWN.
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BASICS. drafting/outlining. fantasy/horror, dark academia (sort of). third person present tense, dual POV. book one of the gravespeaker trilogy.
PREMISE. On an earth overtaken by a infectious supernatural forest: a runaway with the ability to see the dead, a star student with far worse than blood staining their hands, the ghost of a murdered girl with a score to settle, and a failed prophet who knows far more than he thinks, must work together to unravel the mysteries and secrets of a deadly library at the end of the world that is just as much prison as it is salvation (that is… if they don’t kill each other first).
CHARACTERS. 
Agnes-Maria white [17 and too good for this place. she is made of bruised skin and bleeding flowers, a girl half dying who will do anything to live.]
Pallas [17 and exactly where they think they belong. there is nothing safe or kind or soft about them even though they want to be, both the knife and the open wound.]
Nina Martin [18 and longing to leave. she is an echo of someone a different girl used to be, and death is only the beginning.]
Fiver [25 and looking for something better. he exists as an ichor-toned lie and wishes to scrub the residue of it from his skin, someone desperate to break the chains of the past around his neck.]
TAG. wip: ghost story
comic sans intro.
TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @vellichor-virgo​ @transmasc-wizard​ @doctormoss​ @gerbermatter​ @cactusprincewrites @houndmouthed @muddshadow @just-wublrful @midnights-melodiverse @corkywantstowrite @shrunkupthejams @andromedatalksaboutstuff @kingsinking @lungs-and-gills @lychniscitrus @phantomnations @onomatopiya @sapphos-scientist @arctic-oceans @perilous-prologue @redbloodprose @girlkisser2005
SALT BIRDS
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BASICS. outlining. low fantasy post-apocalypse, slice-of-life. script format. long-form audio drama.
PREMISE. All Abbott Park wanted was to be left alone. Waiting out the end of the world in her house on the seaside cliffs, her only company her books and the bodies that wash up like clockwork on the beach every morning. The bodies she knows she must bury. But when a stranger washes up instead of the regular corpses one morning, someone very much a mystery and very much alive, Abbott has to confront the very thing that drove her into isolation in the first place, and maybe (just maybe) grow as a person in the process.
CHARACTERS. 
Abbott Park [tired. so so tired. really just trying to keep the teenager she’s suddenly responsible for from dying and/or committing ritual sacrifice. doesn’t believe in redemption]
Raphael Callisto [the kind of person who latches onto what they love and won’t let go. would do anything for redemption.]
TAG. wip: salt birds
TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @nicola-writes @just-wublrful
BURN THE STARS
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BASICS. Planning (seriously in the very early stages of planning). sci-fi fantasy. third person present tense (for now), four major POVs (for now). book one of a planned duology.
PREMISE. Returning home after years of exile in order to deliver a miracle to the saint-blooded family that abandoned her, Apollinaire Carlot must make an impossible choice when the vessel she travels on falls under attack, leaving her poisoned with magic that leads her into the path of a young sailor with a taste for salt and vengeance and a fervent medic pursuing knowledge no matter the cost. Meanwhile, across the sea in the theocracy of Vausser, wrapped in false silks and longing for home, reluctant assassin Anandi Alva plans to finally bring the sea-spanning empire to its knees. While below the palace both a fallen warrior and a girl-king strive to remember the taste of sun.
CHARACTERS.
Apollinaire Sibel-Marie Gloria Alphonsine el Belrose, eldest daughter of the house of the seventh saint [the unchosen. the eldest daughter. god-cursed and roiling in flame]
Danny [the trickshot. the wanderer too far from home. saltbitter and stormy-eyed]
Anandi Alva [the assassin. the duty-bound weaver. greensilk tongue and honey tea]
Rill [the executioner. the punished. steel bite and golden blood.]
TAG. wip: burn the stars
TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @just-wublrful @nicola-writes
MISC PROJECTS
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aka “things i’m not actively working on but constantly ping-pong around my brain on a day-to-day basis”
TETHERING. fantasy with a heavy emphasis on myths and legends. drafting/outlining. follows the messily intertwined lives of two immortals after the gamble one made for eternal life with the goddess of fate kicks off an apocalypse that sends the other, a living star, crashing down to earth. told in two alternating timelines: one covering the twos smattering of meetings across time, and one picking up almost 200 years after their first meeting, where the one who made a deal with fate comes to the one who fell from the sky with a simple request for help: she wants to be able to die, and that means breaking his bargain, and the world, once and for all.
fate and free-will. the nature of immortality. enemies to friends to enemies to lovers to enemies to friends again to betrayal to enemies to i-don’t-even-know-what. exploring larger-than-life concepts in small moments across over 200 years of history. gambling as a metaphor for life. what makes us human. tragic heroes and even more tragic villains
SUNDOWN LAND. portal fantasy with HEAVY litfic elements. planning. follows twins lup and margot moore as lup returns to their hometown for the summer after having run away at age fifteen seven years ago. they arrive there for the sole purpose of dragging their sister margot, who never left home despite her desperate wish to, into a cross-country road-trip in search of their father, who neither of them knew. things take a strange and dreamlike turn when the two take a backroad shortcut and find themselves suddenly lost in a sea of endless golden grass under a blazing red sun that never sets. 
complicated sibling relationships. finding closure. coming to terms with childhood abuse. generational trauma. discovering and defining a queer identity. places being personified. Awful Horrible No Good Very Bad Road-Trip. it can be an alice in wonderland retelling if you squint reeeealllly hard.
ALL FALL DOWN. superhero. rewriting and replanning. follows hero and villain duo Tatum and Umbra as their city of New Victoria is plunged into chaos following a series of increasingly violent attacks. forced to work together and battling their own inner demons the two and their rag-tag group of friends are drawn into a much larger conspiracy that could unravel their ideas of themselves, each-other, and the foundation of the very world they live in.
enemies-to-lovers. gray mortality. the dangers of black and white thinking. what makes someone a villain and what makes a someone a hero. found family. the dangers of obsessive hate and revenge. heroes who choose to save the world. healing and recovery. heist bullshit.
GO TO #creme does a writing if you want some examples of my scribblings
GO TO #creme does an art if you want to see my gay little drawings
GO TO #creme does a tag for a look at the tag games i’ve done
GO TO #*stares in podcast rambling* if you want a taste of the OTHER things i obsess over constantly
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cowboyjen68 · 1 year
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Hello! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! This is a little out of the blue so let me explain a bit. I’m an AFAB androgynous bisexual. I’m currently in a queer sapphic relationship with the love of my life, who is a lesbian.
I’ve been feeling that something is missing from my identity, and that it is tied into my relationship and the role that I play within it, and I’ve been looking around for terms/labels that would fit how I feel. I connect a lot with the term Butch but I’m cautious of using it as I’m not lesbian and I don’t want to erase the history and identity of the label.
I’ve seen a lot of lesbians caution against using the label of Butch as an aesthetic, as it’s an identity and describes the relationship between sexuality, gender, presentation, relationship dynamics and more.
Im in my 20s, In a sapphic relationship for the first time and exploring a lot of things with my partner. I’m a little confused so I’m gathering information from older lesbians and sapphics where I can, and I was hoping you’d be able to answer my questions. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!
Hello! I am having a great day, even though late fall cold weather is setting it. I am two coffees in this early morning and I am going to do my best to answer this. Please note, I am not a historian, I don't read much lesbian theory or political writings. I can and only ever come at questions from my personal expiences and from information I have learned in the long held lesbian traditional of intergenerational friendships. Basically, stories around kitchen tables and campfires give me what I draw on to respond.
I am really only seeing the term Sapphic or queer sapphic being used in the last few years so I want to make sure I am understanding you a bit better.  Sapphic was only really ever used to mean lesbian in my circles, since it refers to the first "really out and known" lesbian, Sappho the poet. But I see lately it is being used to describe any women, bi or lesbian, who is attracted to other women. And queer is a very broad term to me. My best guess is as you said you are bi and with a lesbian and sapphic queer is an more expansive definition of how you see your self in relation to your relationship with another women (your current partner). Forgive me if I misinterpret that. Androgynous seems a description of how you are perceived by others. And what aesthetic you feel comfortable presenting yourself as to the greater world. I just want to make sure I am on the same page of understanding.
Butch has always been a lesbian term in my life time.And my friends in their 80′s and 90′s are even more FIRM in the standing that butch is always, strictly lesbian. Many in fact hold very dearly to butch/femme and the connection between the two, how they are deeply interwoven. Butch is  Never used to describe the experiences or energy of bi women or anyone other than a lesbian woman. Historically, to my knowledge, it was used to boil down the experiences and perceptions and realities of masculine lebian women to one easy word that everyone understood. A simplfied descriptor to allow women who shared similar experiences to find each other and form community and be recognized as a defined group within the lesbian and great gay community. And even in the larger world.
I have seen it used as an fashion or aesthetic look as in “that is a butch hair cut” or “that suit is very butch” or “arm wrestling, how very butch”. Mostly that is the use of an understood word to convey a stereo type or humorous take on an activity or clothing an no offense should be taken. I guess because I am firm in knowing I am butch because I have shared my experiences and found others like me who relate, a little play on the word is no big deal. No one is looking at Julie Andrews in Victor Victoria in her fitted suit and thinking she is butch. But they might say “That suit is butch”. 
If yiou are bi, butch is not for you. Perhaps masc or masculine Or don’t worry about a descriptor. If the masculinity comes off with clothes or a different hair cut it is just not the same experience as a butch. If you are naturally masculine, but not a lesbian, and believe me, here in the midwest there are plenty of straight and bi  women are far and away more mascline than I am, BUT their energy is just not the same. They are rarely mistaken for men, or “not quite women” as is my experience and that of many butches. 
I would agree with you that butch is a short cut to describe presentation as it relates to our own comfort AND public perception, sometimes relationship dynamics and sexuality. The gender part was definitely something society thrust on me first. “you act like a boy” or “why do you look like a man”. Now my own LGBT community occiasionally tries to thrust gender roles on me and other butches “Butches have muscles” or “butches are supposed to be tops” (NO, LOL) or “butches love sports” (again, NO).  
Please be you and love your woman and be protective and gentle and strong. Wear what you love to wear. Love the hobbies you love and find things that fulfill you. Butch is not for you as a bi person. It is wonderful to have a wide range of friends and find the cross over of experiences. Please seek out bi women and peope  to talk to and share your ideas and stories with them. I know bisexuals can be the hidden among us but they are out there. Perhaps a few will see this thread and reach out. 
I wish you and your love all the hope and happiness you deserve. 
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