To celebrate international women’s day, here’s some of my favourite fictional women
Jude Duarte
Feyre Archeron
Manon Blackbeak
Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius
Violet Sorrengail
Juliette Ferrars
Pip Fitz-Amobi
Elide Lochan
Lidia Cervos
Bryce Quinlan
Evangeline Fox
Honourable mentions to Poppy, Auren, Alizeh and Iris bc I haven’t read a lot about you guys
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the amc hbo deal is the best thing to happen to me this past month i swear that the sheer cunt combo of watching interview with the vampire back to back with a binge of killing eve is rewiring my brain
the amount of gay messy murderous divorce here is sooooooo good i need to write more of my own the lack of femslash in the world is a crime and it can only be fixed by more toxic lesbianism
please send me recs of more stuff i must consume
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Top 5 blorbos from your games
Gale Dekarios of Baldur's Gate 3
Loba Andrade from Apex Legends
Spencer Caldon, Extracurricular Activities (gay furry visual novel, don't google if you don't want to see cock)
Uuuuuh Ada Wong of Resident Evil and Dead By Daylight fame
OH! And titular mother Bayonetta of course
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i want to be the hot guy in a black v-neck tshirt. i want to be the seductress at a bar who lures men to private assassinations. i want to be the sweetest cottagecore lesbian you’ve ever seen. i want to be dark and powerful in aura alone. i want to be the sweet boy on the corner who grows his own vegetables and offers them to neighbors. i want to be an abomination. i want to be a mad scientist with a basement lab. i want to be the worst person you’ve ever met. i want to be a forest creature that’s vaguely unsettling. i want to be a robot that just learned to love. i want to be a minecraft mob. i want to be hatsune miku. i want to be a blood sacrifice.
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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