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mappingthesky · 2 days

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♡ "wait...is this a date?" plane @ nymphia plspls

i wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be an @ or if it was intended to be an ‘&’, but i am very intrigued by the concept of nervous jane needing to know whether this is a date, so here’s this <3

“Was it too much?”

Jane was asking questions, but she wasn’t exactly listening for answers. She seemed to be supplementing those all on her own. It would be annoying, except the conclusions she was drawing were so incorrect that it was almost endearing somehow. Her eyes were elsewhere when she scurried back to the table, anywhere but on Nymphia.

“Jane.”

“I know you said you didn’t want to do nice dinners after we went to Pearla the other night. At least not yet. Or ever. Um,” Jane continued, clearing plates, her brow tightly knotted. “But it really wasn’t that expensive, you know. And even if it wasn’t a date, it was just nice. For me. To get out. Um. With you, of course.”

“Jane.”

“Besides.” Jane carried a stack of serving plates and bowls and miscellaneous silverware past Nymphia. “I really like to cook, believe it or not, so this really wasn’t a big deal, I promise. I probably would’ve done it anyway.” She dropped the dishes in the sink, and started to backpedal. “Not that I would do this if you weren’t here. I mean, I would’ve eaten. But, like, I wouldn’t have done this exactly, because, y’know. That’s a lot of effort. But not too much efffort.”

Nymphia huffed from her chair, staring at the ceiling and waiting for Jane to work through her spiral.

“Or was it not enough?” Jane auto-piloted back to the table, reaching for the wine glasses. Her voice was sort of desperate, sort of defeated, and Nymphia knew she’d inadvertently made Jane much more nervous than she’d anticipated. She felt a little bad, actually, because Jane wasn’t really breathing between sentences. “I just- I know you said you wanted to take things slow and I know you didn’t want to go on dates. Um. Officially. So I just thought it might be nice to stay in and-”

“Jane.”

“No, I’m sorry. It was stupid,” Jane interrupted, a little too embarrassed to let Nymphia get a word in. She went to clear Nymphia’s plate. “We could catch a movie or something if you want to go out, or I could just drive you-“

Nymphia’s hand stopped Jane’s wrist mid-reach. “Jane.”

Jane blinked and paused and finally looked to Nymphia, looking more unsure than Nymphia had ever seen her. All she’d wanted was to scope Jane out, take her time to make sure she was every bit as good and sweet and serious about her as Nymphia had been hoping she was. She didn’t think she would end up completely dismantling her. It was sort of ridiculous how increasingly, obviously frazzled she’d gotten the longer Nymphia had drawn this out. It was also completely, stupidly charming. Most people didn’t care enough to get nervous around Nymphia. Most people wouldn’t invite her over for a home cooked meal after taking her on half a dozen outings she hadn’t let them call ‘dates’. Most people weren’t Jane.

“It wasn’t stupid,” Nymphia took Jane’s hand gently between hers, her fingertips gliding softly over Jane’s knuckles. “It was really nice.”

“Oh!” Jane inhaled sharply. Definitely not relaxed, but breathing. It was an improvement. “Good. I’m glad. Um.” She blinked, processing. “Really?”

Nymphia smiled, her laugh a short puff of air from her nose. Jane’s eyes softened, a look of relief washing over her.

“Really,” Nymphia let her gaze fall upon Jane’s hand, held between her own. “It was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

She glanced up through her lashes. Jane looked a bit awe-struck, a bit in disbelief.

“Wait. So.” Jane blinked, a little hesitant to look Nymphia in the eyes, then did it anyways. “Was- Is this a date?”

Nymphia’s lips twisted to one side, a little pucker of a smile. She nodded slowly, a warmth to her chest as she watched the light flood Jane’s eyes. “Yeah. It is.”

Jane couldn’t hide the megawatt smile that spread across her face as she ducked her chin down, her laugh a nervous flutter of air.

“I didn’t mean to torture you,” Nymphia teased, tilting her head to follow Jane’s eyes. To make sure she hadn’t completely broken her.

“No, it was my pleasure,” Jane said breathily, already a little excited, a glimmer in her eye when she looked over and said, “I’d do it all again.”

#screams I LOVE NERVOUS WRECK JANE #thank you for this anon!!#prompt #she writes #planymphia #wtf is pearla idk. all i could think was la pearla #so yeah restaurant name fs fs

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plananafish · 3 days

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Tongues out for girlfriends who share 👅

@mappingthesky here's the clip for perpetuity.

#planymphia

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sexynetra · 1 day

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If y’all enjoyed Nymphia on ice, boy do I have a fic for you to read 😏

#and then once you finish it go read saph’s :)#cmon cmon cmon #pleeeeease #do it 4 me (a girl who needs external validation)#also I reread the first half last night and honestly it’s pretty good so like!!!!#do it #Nymphia wind #plane Jane #✈️#planymphia #denali foxx #drag race #rpdr #rupaul’s drag race #drag race 16 #rpdr 16 #RuPaul’s drag race 16 #my writing #take me to the ice skating rink

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ohmeohmy0 · 1 day

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#planymphia #nymphia wind #plane jane #i hate them #not really

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riseandfallofme · 2 days

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🚨PLAYNYMPHIA EDIT TO @mappingthesky BABYGIRL CAMEO🚨

#HELLO???#plane jane #nymphia wind #planymphia #rpdr 16 #rpdr s16 #rpdr16 #rupaul's drag race

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adoordelano · 2 days

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Rewatching the lipsync episode

#planymphia #plane jane #nymphia wind

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blushydrangea · 1 day

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25 with planymphia? 🥺🖤

blossoming romance writing prompts: 25. finding comfort in their scent.

Jane knew something was wrong when she closed the door behind her. Everything seemed to be in place, yes, but she trusted her gut feeling when it came to Nymphia.

It wasn’t unusual for their shared apartment to be quiet whenever her girlfriend was left alone — infrequent, but not unusual. Nymphia sometimes chose silence even with her, after a draining day of work or maybe because her thoughts were too loud and she needed to put them in order before coming back to Jane. She would still look for her then and curl on her lap like a cat, answering all conversation starters with hums then nudging Jane’s arm for her to shut up, too.

A silent apartment shouldn’t be enough to worry, yet she still took off her shoes faster than her regular pace, clicking her tongue impatiently when she missed the coat hanger by half an inch and had to pick her jacket up from the floor.

“I’m home!”

Nymphia’s reply of “Jane?” came from their bedroom, and she found herself sprinting there within seconds. There were tears hidden in Nymphia’s voice, a slight extra whine she would recognize in her sleep coming from her girl, and it made Jane nervous. Her girlfriend wasn’t not a crybaby, tears came more naturally to her than they ever could to Jane, but she usually had a good reason to cry.

She found Nymphia on the bed, 80% of her pretty face covered by the red hoodie she had on, one that belonged to Jane and was a personal favorite of hers. Further inspection also showed Nymphia had stolen the blanket Jane wrapped around herself every night, because her girlfriend kept hogging the covers. It was pressed to her chest as if it were a plushie.

Their eyes met, Nymphia’s chocolate color dimmed with flicks of red from crying, her whole face puffy. Jane wrapped her arms around her and kissed the tip of her pink nose, satisfied when it made her girlfriend's tense body relax in her embrace.

She kissed her more, of course, how could she not? A gentle kiss pressed to her forehead after pushing her yellow bangs aside, followed by a peck to her lips and two kisses to her cheeks. Jane would have kissed her for hours, it was actually her plan after coming home from work, except Nymphia’s smile was faltering and she looked ready to talk.

“Can you tell me what happened, baby?” Jane asked in the softest tone she could measure, pulling Nymphia to sit fully on her lap. She watched her girl make herself smaller inside the hoodie and hide her face on her chest, inhaling deeply.

“My mom and I got into a pretty big fight on the phone…” she started, hot tears wetting Jane's uniform shirt. She didn't care. “It was my fault, of course. I can't expect an old lady to change her ways, it's me who should be patient and–”

“And you are,” Jane interrupted. “Your mom knows that, baby girl. She knows how much you care for her no matter the fights.”

Nymphia stayed on crying, so all Jane did was rub circles on her back and control her tongue. She found herself mere seconds away from telling her that crying over it would not fix a fight, and all she had to do was to wait it out until the next day, when she could message her mother and settle things for once.

If it were anyone else, Jane would have given that advice already, and probably would’ve felt pretty good about herself at that. Not with Nymphia, though, not the sweet, anxious soul she had. She felt things too intensely, couldn't handle not being able to instantly work through a tough situation. Jane had to be patient with her.

“I just wish I didn't lose my temper,” she whispered in a shaky voice after minutes of silence. Jane chuckled when Nymphia pulled a face, thankfully earning her another chuckle in return.

“Well, do you think you can fix it next time? Like, talk to her without losing your mind?” Jane asked in a playful tone.

A soft nod was her response. “There you go, baby. You just gotta wait for the next time you talk.”

Nymphia nodded again, and she took her hand in hers.

“So, when are you gonna apologize for stealing my favorite hoodie and my blanket?”

The silly accusation made Nymphia laugh out loud, shrugging apologetically in spite of her smile. “M’sorry, they just… You weren’t here and they smell like you, so they make me feel a little bit better.”

If her heart skipped a beat at the adorable confession, it wasn’t anyone’s business. And if she blushed at the thought of her girlfriend needing her this badly, at least she could bury her face in Nymphia’s hair so it wasn’t visible.

“I can cover you in my scent now, if you’ll let me,” she replied quickly and wiggled her eyebrows, her second nature of keeping things unserious kicking in.

Nymphia kicked her leg as Jane’s hands flew to her waist, but when she spoke again, her voice gave away the laughter.

“Evil.”

#for the anon who requested the same prompt too!#mine #planymphia

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cxtoonzzz · 11 days

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Whose team are you on💎🍌🛩???

#TEAMNYMPHIA🍌 #TEAM PLANEJANE🛩 or #TEAMSAPPHIRA💎 :3???

#rpdr #art #art of tumblr #rupaul's drag race #rpdr s16 #rupaul #nymphia wind #sapphira cristal #plane jane #planymphia #lgbtq community #drag #drag queen #makeup #trixie mattel #fanart

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nymplane · 8 days

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NYMPHIAS COMMENT ON PJS MOST RECENT IG! i’m soft.

#planymphia #plane jane #nymphia wind #drag #drag race #season 16 #rpdr 16

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sparklygiantwinnercloud · 3 days

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Planymphia nation rise mother has posted

#facetiming each other ouuu gfs energy #jane keeping her children all well fed she is the embodiment of mother #plane jane #nymphia wind #planymphia

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mappingthesky · 13 hours

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prompt! ✈️🍌 have their first argument and ✈️ makes a joke to lighten things up but 🍌 takes it seriously and gets too emotional

“I’m just saying,” Nymphia pushes. She has to, because Jane is stupid and stubborn and doesn't know how to pick her battles. "A little restraint might do you good.”

“Right,” Jane scoffs. She knows Nymphia is trying to be helpful. She should know better, but she says it anyway. “You would know. Because you’re so good at shutting up.”

Nymphia doesn’t laugh. Like, at all. The noise is a hot little puff of air in the back of her throat, and it makes Jane feel bad instantly. Nymphia spins, hair whipping like a blade through the air.

“Really?”

Jane clicks her tongue, immediately regretful. “Nymphia.”

There's a moment where Nymphia's mouth opens and Jane thinks maybe things are going to be fine, but then Nymphia rolls her eyes. She doesn't think it's worth it, whatever she was about to say, because her mouth closes and it makes Jane's heart absolutely shudder.

“Whatever.”

“Hey,” Jane tries as Nymphia pushes past her. It's a lost cause.

“Hey!” Jane repeats, more shrill this time, following Nymphia down the hall. She’s already in front of the mirror and digging through her makeup bag, not acknowledging that Jane has trailed her to the bathroom.

“Nymph,” Jane leans against the doorframe. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

Nymphia's hum is flat, unconvinced. It makes something in Jane shift, warp out of place with a hideous grind. Nymphia rakes her hands through her hair, whips out a compact and a brush, starts touching up some none-existent flaw in her complexion. She doesn’t once glance at Jane, like she stopped seeing her the moment she stepped out of line. If the sun were to freeze over, Jane thinks it would look a bit like this.

“Baby,” Jane tries to slip past Nymphia's self-preservation mode, her voice now light and playful. “C’mon. Aside from that one time in bed, which I liked, by the way, you know I'd never tell you to shut-"

“Fuck off,” Nymphia bites. Her voice is a deliberate sort of steady, like she’s fighting to keep it that way.

Jane jolts just a little. It’s the first time Nymphia’s said something like that to her and sounded remotely like she meant it, and it makes her feel sick to her stomach. Jane is no stranger to rubbing people the wrong way; she feels bad about it more often than you’d think, but this is something else entierely. This is Nymphia. Nymphia, who puts up with Jane’s endless bullshit. Nymphia, who is soft-spoken and light-hearted and forgiving. Nymphia, who Jane knows is all too good for her.

Jane stands wordlessly, not sure whether she should get on her knees and start groveling or search for the nearest balcony to jump from. She's frozen, shell-shocked in the face of having a serious conversation, until Nymphia makes this gut-wrenching attempt to stifle a sob. Her face contorts as she tries to hold back tears and she twists away from her reflection, eyes screwed shut. She breaks, and the compact falls listlessly to the countertop.

“Oh, Nymphia.” Jane murmurs. It’s involuntary - the way she moves to protect Nymphia, even if it’s from herself. She's at Nymphia's side in an instant, hands firm on either shoulder like she’s trying to hold the pieces together. Nymphia shakes slightly, and the coo that escapes Jane's lips is the sound of her heart fucking breaking.

“Hey,” she pleads, smoothing Nymphia's hair behind her shoulder. Her face is still turned away, Jane still not entirely deserving to look at it. "I'm so sorry, my love. I never should've-"

Nymphia turns sharply, and Jane braces herself for Nymphia’s fury, but she looks much more sad than angry: her eyes are downturned and spilling over and her bottom lip is pouted, trembling.

“So why would you say that!" she whines, tears bubbling through her words. "You know how anxious I get about coming off-“

"I know, baby," Jane interrupts, desperate to soothe Nymphi, desperate to preserve whatever . “I would never-“

“Can I speak?” Nymphia’s voice strains, frustrated, like it’s physically exhausting for her to be louder than Jane. Jane’s mouth, mid-speech, snaps shut.

Nymphia releases the breath she's been holding into the space that Jane's silence allows.

“You know how I anxious I am. You know I worry about that,” Nymphia says, eyes to the ceiling, delicate fingers dabbing underneath her diamond-wet lashes. Her tone is soft again, almost normal if it weren’t thick with tears. “I trust you with that stuff. You know I talk more when I'm with you. You can’t use that against me, Jane. It’s not fair.”

Jane just nods, but doesn't say anything. She's not sure that she ever should. Not sure she still deserves a tongue, or a beating heart for that matter.

Nymphia sniffles, waits, finally looks at Jane again. “You can go now,” she nudges her to speak.

She has so many things to say she almost doesn't know where to start. She thinks hard on every word before it leaves her mouth. “I'm so fucking sorry, Nymph," Jane mutters, "I didn't mean it. I love the way that you are. I love to listen to you. You know that, don't you?"

Nymphia chews at the inside of her cheek, chin quivering a bit. She nods, a quiet "I know" crossing her lips.

"It was a stupid joke," Jane smooths her hair, "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't funny," Nymphia mumbles, pouty.

"I know," Jane reaches out, tentative, pressing her thumb to a stray tear on Nymphia's cheek. "I know. I'm a fucking asshole."

"I'm on your side, too," Nymphia whines, tilts her head back, a tiny temper tantrum. "Like, why are you so defensive?"

"I know you are," Jane's voice is heavily lilted, apologetic. "I know, baby, I'm sorry. You were right about everything. I need to shut up. Clearly."

Nymphia almost giggles, and Jane, who has been tense for all of the last ten minutes, starts to loosen.

"Just. Don't say that again. Please." Nymphia says and Jane nods, an overwhelming surge of relief washing over her when Nymphia sniffles and tucks her face into Jane's neck. "And don't ever tell me to shut up."

"Never," Jane kisses her hair, "never, I promise."

They're quiet for a moment. "Unless I say it's okay," Nymphia adds. "You know. In bed. I liked it too."

"I know," Jane says, because she does. She was already thinking about it. "I'll ask first. Okay?"

She feels Nymphia's lips moving into a smile against her collarbone. "Okay."

#jane you bitch i hated making you be mean to nymphia #don't ever pull that shit again #im so serious ENOUGH #nymphia honey you can do no wrong #pls keep blabbing #THANK YOU ANON #LOVE PROMPTS MORE PLS #she writes #planymphia

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sexynetra · 2 days

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If I had a nickel for every time a drag race stan account on Twitter screenshotted one of my fics and posted it publicly, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.