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sapphic-september · 9 months

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Welcome to Sapphic September 2023!

These prompts are open to any fandom and any medium as long as the works center sapphic, WLW/NBLW, F/F+, or femslash ship(s). There are no other rules — you can use all, some, or only one of the prompts; do one or more a day or spread them out; begin late or post them after September; or mix ‘n’ match prompts; it’s up to you!

Make sure to tag your work(s) with #sapphicsept2023 or #Sapphic September 2023 so that others can find your contributions and to spread the word!

Prompts: {Day 1: parallel worlds; || Day 2: holographic; || Day 3: 3 AM; || Day 4: chrome; || Day 5: kitchen; || Day 6: experiment; || Day 7: flight; || Day 8: gravity; || Day 9: time warp; || Day 10: body mod; || Day 11: letters; || Day 12: virtual reality; || Day 13: consciousness; || Day 14: space opera; || Day 15: vacation; || Day 16: anniversary; || Day 17: magnetic; || Day 18: life on Mars; || Day 19: highway; || Day 20: morning after; || Day 21: utopia; || Day 22: dystopia; || Day 23: phone call; || Day 24: hotel; || Day 25: dreamscape; || Day 26: gears; || Day 27: atomic; || Day 28: bad ideas; || Day 29: replica; || Day 30: robot/AI.}

#sapphicsept2023 #sapphic september 2023 #sapphic september #prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #femslash #wlw #nblw #f/f #f/f+#sapphic

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consistentsquash · 8 months

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Hp femslash recs! Sapphic September 2023

Because the reccer job description is signal boosting amazing work done by others! Check out @kellychambliss' Femslash Fridays and the @hpsaffics' WLW library for loads of recs!

Also check out my rec lists if you want some femslash reads!

23 Femslash Recs from 23 Years (2001-2023)

selected Candles Lit Against the Dark by @perverse-idyll for 2023. My favorite HP fic of the year <3

10 Femslash recs

my first femslash rec list!! it's got my alltime favs <3

10 Femslash rarepair recs with Hopeful Themes

because hope is the best vibe! <3

10 F/F/F recs

Rec note - Poly for the win!

Rarest of them all femslash list

because this amazing fandom doesnt run out of creativity!

12 femslash recs from 2022

the discipline needed to just pick 12!

30 Recs for Sapphic September 2022

because we got a lot of amazing femslash fics in 2022!

Femslash Recs from 2023

because sometimes the fics are so good and waiting for the end of the year before reccing is impossible

#hp #femslash recs #hp femslash recs #hp rec lists #hp femslash rec lists #sapphic september 2023 #recs #squash recs

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solar-settings · 8 months

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fic: nearing the flame: shauna/jackie

written for @sapphic-september 2023, prompts: “kitchen,” “dreamscape.”

wordcount: 1,828 // rating: T

tags: pining, unrequited love, religious imagery & symbolism, catholicism, dreams & nightmares

#trying something new and posting links to my fics on tumblr #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #shaunajackie #jackieshauna #shauna x jackie #jackie x shauna #sapphic september 2023 #sapphicsept2023 #my fic

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indarlingarmor · 8 months

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Sapphic September 2023: parallel worlds

I’m not going to do every day because I’ve got too much going on, but this felt perfect.

#sapphic September 2023 #rainbow high #shadow high #luna madison #violet willow

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wardenred · 7 months

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Sapphic September 28: Bad Ideas

Poking at an old idea for a sapphic romantasy with Regency vibes.

Vinsen had told her to wait for him by the mews.

Liola assumed he’d meant a few minutes. Fine, a quarter of an hour, although in her book that already verged on impolite. But time stretched on and on, the azure summer skies fading into gray with a pink trimming over the horizon, and Vinsen was nowhere in sight.

She considered going back to the house and asking where he was. She considered turning around and walking home. But every time those thoughts sprang up in her mind, they were followed by the image of her mother’s pale, tear-stricken face.

Her family owed too much gold to the Rezenforts, all thanks to her late father’s gambling addiction. They desperately needed a way to soften their wealthy neighbors’ hearts toward them for the debt to be restructured. Perhaps even forgiven, if miracles ever happened. And between Liola, her mother, and her grandmother, they’d been able to come up with one way to achieve that: through Liola charming Vinsen Rezenfort. The heir of the family, the one everyone in this estate doted on.

Now, he had either seen right through her ploy and chose to humiliate her on purpose, or he was simply an inconsiderate oaf. At this point, Liola wasn’t sure what was worse.

She drew a deep breath and nearly choked on the abundance of scents in the air. In isolation, none of them were too bad, not even the musky smell of horse sweat. Most were, in fact, downright pleasant: the sweetness of flowers blooming in the rolling hills past the fence, the freshness of hay, the light bitterness of sun-warmed tree bark. Mixed together, though, they became as overwhelming as her fears and thoughts.

Inside the long wooden building, a horse huffed and neighed. A stableboy hurried past, carrying a bucket of oats. The sky darkened further, and one by one, orbs of magelight sprung up along the length of the high fence—a majestic sight that only served to remind Liola of her precarious situation.

Her family hadn’t been able to afford magical lanterns outside of the house for months now. And they’d been forced to sell all their horses but one.

“Have you ever been to a fairy market?”

The sudden question jolted Liola out of her wallowing. She looked around wildly for its source, half-expecting a magical creature to have made it through the estate’s defenses to taunt her. But nw, the girl who stood in the shadow of a sprawling oak tree was as ordinary as one could be while wearing male riding clothes and boasting a flaming mane of loose, windswept hair that went past her waist. It was the hair that made her so easy to recognize.

Janiz, Lady Rezenfort’s wayward niece who’d come to live here at the start of summer for some obscure keep-it-inside-the-family reason. They’d never been introduced, but Liola had caught glimpses of her. She knew they were of the same age. She’d heard that Janiz kept to herself, disappeared gods knew where for hours on end, and had made it clear she wasn’t interested in any offers of courtship. Once, Liola had tried asking Vinsen about his cousin and the vehement derision in his response was shocking.

She couldn’t deny she’d been intrigued and fascinated by this newcomer for months, and yet she’d done nothing about it. It was, after all, dangerous to indulge in fascination for other girls. Especially in Liola’s present position.

And yet here was Janiz, a vision of freckles and impish dimples, and Liola couldn’t look away.

“I haven’t,” she said after an all too obvious delay and hoped the warmth in her cheeks could be written off as a touch of the setting sun. “Why do you ask, Miss Janiz?”

The girl laughed softly and took a step out of the shadows. “Recognizable, am I?” She traced a fingertip up the bridge of her nose, as though fixing glasses that weren’t there. “Well, see, Miss Liola, I have this annoying habit of filling awkward silences whenever I spot one. And you’ve been standing there quite silently... and quite awkwardly, too, if I may say so.”

“Oh.” Liola knew she should feel embarrassed, but she was too busy getting captivated.

Especially when Janiz ventured even closer.

“I’ve been to several fairy markets,” she confessed in a low voice, eyes sparkling. “Back home in Atissia and here in the hills. I have a tree house just beyond the fence that I’ve built myself, and I store all my purchases there. Would you like to come and see?”

That sounded like a strange offering and a really bad idea. But Liola could see nothing good in hovering about waiting for Vinsen to remember her existence, either. And out of two bad ideas, why not pick the fun one?

“I would be delighted,” she said.

Perhaps through Janiz, she could get into the Rezenforts’ good graces just as well.

#warden's random scribbles #sapphic september 2023 #sapphicsept2023 #original fiction #flash fiction #snippet #writeblr #writblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #fantasy #romantic fantasy #faeries

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talas-first-lady · 8 months

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Sapphic September days 9-10: time warp, body mod

Title: life's not done, I'll love again

Pairing: Charlie/Zari 1.0

Rating: M

Summary: Not as sad this time! On one of Zari's totem outings, she goes looking for Charlie.

#legends of tomorrow fanfic #sapphic september 2023 #zari tomaz #charlie #zarlie

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trohpi · 8 months

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for sapphic september 2023:

come close to me (i’ll take you higher) by trohpi on ao3

Pandora’s face appeared in the darkness, illuminated by the fireflies that graced the space they’d found themselves in. A soft gasp escaped her while her eyes sparkled with awe. She let out a soft laugh and spun around, her gaze never leaving the beetles surrounding them.

Finally, she met the other girl’s eyes and breathed, “Doe, this is… incredible.”

You’re incredible, Dorcas nearly said, the words bubbling up in her chest before she shoved them down.

“You needed help seeing,” she said instead with a half-shrug and a small smile.

pandorcas one-shot, 2.5k words

#pandorcas #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #dorcas x pandora #pandora x dorcas #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #marauders fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #wlw #sapphic #sapphic september #sapphic september 2023

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skyler10fic · 8 months

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Wonder: Ch. 1 - By Day

Summary: In a world of elemental magic, orders and houses train novices in the ancient mystical arts and help them find suitable careers to use their talents. But for young witches, the power of true love can tempt them away from the high ambitions their magical families have for them. Can Daisy of the House of Shield and Carol, Captain of the Mar-Vell Order, have it all?

For Witches in the @augustwritingchallenge and Flight, just in time for @sapphic-september

Read on Ao3 (chapter 1: rated G, chapter 2 will be M)

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Magic isn’t consistent from person to person. It’s as unique as a fingerprint. Or the flecks of hazel in brown eyes. Or the kiss of a woman who knows what she wants.

And Carol, witch of the Order of Mar-Vell, knew exactly what she wanted—or rather, who. And every time Carol saw her beloved in the village marketplace, her fire magic sparked inside with longing and warmth. The jewel of her affections was Daisy, witch of the House of Shield. Daisy was beautiful in the wild charm of the fae folk. Her raven hair, dark almond eyes, and quick smile made Carol’s heart melt.

But it was her kindness to young and old that drew Carol to her. Well, and her sheer power. Knowing Daisy was skilled in the destructive art of earth magic made her gentleness all the more attractive. It is sweet to observe the weak helping the weaker, and it’s impressive to watch the powerful at work, but to see someone capable of such powerful magic use it for small delights for children or favors for the elderly, so quick to offer help to any in need… that’s what won Carol’s heart forever. It also challenged Carol to use her fire magic for the benefit of others and not simply for pragmatic needs or dangerous tricks.

As they walked and browsed the market under the late summer sun, Mother Mar-Vell, head of Carol’s order, sighed and rolled her eyes at Carol’s obvious pining. She turned away to pick some powders on a display outside the apothecary for their potion stock and Carol reluctantly joined her.

“You could browse for some charmed objects at the House of Shield tents,” Mother Mar-Vell offered. “I know you’ve been saving up your wages from the Bird. Even taking extra cargo flights after the passenger ferries are done for the day?”

“But I’ve been saving up to buy something for her, not from her. I want to impress her. Ask her on a dazzling first date, you know? Something…”

“Magical?” Mother Mar-Vell laughed. Young love delighted her, but she needed her pilot to keep her head in the skies, not on Daisy of Shield. And the only cure for that was for the heart-eyed witches to settle into a comfortable but ordinary, boring, ol’ established partnership. In the meantime, Carol and Daisy would have to slowly progress through the stages of flirtation to bliss to honeymoon to the steady ground of taking each other for granted and mundanity. And the rest of the village would just have to pretend like their love story wasn’t as obvious as if it were written in the stars. And though the celestial witches would say the stars in the sky don’t work like that, the stars in their eyes as they blushed and fumbled their way toward their destiny certainly told everyone without the need for prophecy or divination.

Carol stayed outside the apothecary, leaning on the open wooden doorway to dreamily watch Daisy work her family’s shop at the market. Their large silver caravans, pulled by two giant eagles, traveled the county’s green hills, bringing trinkets, charmed objects, and enchanted wares to all, which they displayed under a row of tents. Some tables displayed the latest in magical innovation, and others showed antiques of legendary power—if one only had the right powers to unlock them.

The order settled here in the largest village on the days in between their travels, at a tall, grand house of similarly gleaming silver. Carol had walked by one day and seen Daisy training in the front garden, and every day after, she made it a point to walk that way every opportunity she had just on the chance that Daisy would be outside. They had gotten close, literally, as Daisy taught Carol the archery she was practicing, and Carol turned the bolts to flaming arrows to impress Daisy, extinguishing them as soon as they hit the target. They’d made an art form of flirting by magic tricks in the year since.

They were still novices when they met, forbidden from romantic partnerships until they learned to master their witchcraft. But now, they’d each earned their places in their orders, though they maintained a friendship of innocent banter and undeclared yearning. Nearly everyone could see they were essentially courting, but the villagers didn’t consider it their place to assume or intervene. Countryside magical culture taught them to leave people to their business and what would come to be would be. (Not that it kept them from gossiping when the subjects of their talk weren’t around, of course.) But no one dared mention it to Daisy’s parents, the Lord and Lady of the House of Shield.

Mother Mar-vell exited the apothecary with purchases in hand and tsked at Carol still standing there, exchanging blushing smiles with Daisy but not actually approaching her in public.

“C’mon, Captain,” she scolded and continued on in the opposite direction from the House of Shield tents and tables in the market square. “You missed your chance. We’re off to the bookshop.”

Carol pouted slightly, like a pagegirl half her age, but continued to walk through the marketplace beside her mentor. She usually enjoyed the special attention Mother Mar-vell gave her and the privilege of spending a day off in the village together one-on-one. And the older woman was almost literally her mother. Carol’s own parents had dropped her off at the order at the earliest possible age, just (an admittedly highly flammable) 10 years old. She grew tough as the little sister of all the teens and young adults, rising quickly in the ranks and learning to control her fire magic from hard-earned experience and training from the Mother herself. They didn’t spend as much time together now that Carol was fully certified as a pilot and spent all her work time in the flying machine. She should be grateful for a day with her kind, generous matriarch.

Still, Carol couldn’t help but wish she could spend all day browsing the House of Shield shop, getting Daisy to tell her about each knick-knack and bobble. She only perked back up when the bookshop keeper showed her a new atlas called a Grand Perspective System, or GPS for short.

“See,” the old man gestured as he flipped the cover open, “you just find the right page for the part of the world you’re flying over, then say the enchantment for your destination, and it shows you the grand perspective of your route as well as how to get there and how long it will take.”

“That’s incredible,” Mother Mar-vell praised as Carol fiddled with the features along the edge of the book.

The shopkeeper whispered, “They say the next model is going to be able to fly the Bird for you.”

Carol let out a laugh, “Well, that seems to be the only thing this doesn’t do, so I suppose it’d have to.”

Pleased, the shopkeeper offered his top price for a case of them, one for each Bird in the fleet, but Mother Mar-Vell countered until they reached an amicable agreement. Carol had managed to get her mind off the daughter of the House of Shield for a while, until, of course, she thought of the awed grin Daisy would make if she could show it to her.

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Daisy was almost relieved when Carol disappeared with the head of her order into the crowd. The Shield shop was too busy for her to get distracted, and with the blonde pilot watching her, Daisy could barely breathe, much less make correct change. She’d had to use the counting machine for even the simplest exchanges and simultaneously hide how flustered she was from the customers.

“Stay focused,” her mom, Lady Melinda, reprimanded. “What’s gotten into you today?”

Her dad, Lord Philip, placed a large crate of cauldron-stirring utensils on the table. “I know what it is. Same problem I had.”

He winked at his wife as she raised a questioning eyebrow, but he just went back to the storage wagon to get more, so Melinda redirected her attention to Daisy, awaiting an explanation.

Daisy took a deep breath. “You know how you were a pilot of Mar-Vell before you met Dad?”

“That’s how we met,” Phil added. “She flew the cargo machines. Her air magic swept me off my feet.”

“Right,” Daisy picked back up, “well, there’s this witch. She’s a pilot too. But with fire magic. She’s ….” Daisy trailed off and searched for the right words to describe Carol to her mom.

“Dangerous?” Melinda filled in. “A distraction?”

“Mom!” Daisy protested. “That’s not fair. Just because she has fire magic!”

“Sweetheart,” Melinda warned, “the last time you were courted by a fire magic user, he made his way racing fire-powered carriages, and need I remind you of the light magic user before that from the Eternal Valley…”

“She’s not like those boys! Or anyone. She grew up in the order of Mar-Vell. Your order!”

Melinda rubbed her forehead. “Daisy. Tell me that young woman watching you today isn’t the same 12-year-old that set her cat on fire the first day Mother Mar-Vell brought him home.”

“No,” Daisy protested in a small voice, “okay, yes, but that was a long time ago! We’re adults now. And he was fine. He’s a magic kind of cat.”

“I may not spend much time with the order anymore, but I’ve heard stories about this girl. And I know young pilots. You aren’t a novice anymore, so you’re free to make your own choices, but just be careful.”

“I know, Mom.” Daisy helped her father unpack a new crate of anti-anxiety soaps and lotions. If only her mom would use some, maybe Daisy could get some peace around here. She knew her mom couldn’t forbid her from seeing Carol anymore, but doing it anyway also meant going against her mom’s wishes. And try as she might to be a rebel, Daisy did deeply care about making her parents proud. At least her dad seemed supportive.

When Melinda had left, Phil said softly to Daisy, “You know, sometimes the best way to win her over is to prove her wrong. If you start courting Carol, can you keep up with your duties here and your new product ideas and the repair work you promised the Eternal Valley?”

Hands braced on the edges of the empty wood crate in front of her, Daisy hesitated but looked her father in the eye to instill confidence in them both. “Definitely.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her flicker of uncertainty but let her off the hook. “Then prove that to your mother. And use your powers responsibly. I don’t want to hear about hills turning into volcanos or anything because you two tried to combine your magic.”

“Wait, could we do that?” Daisy’s curiosity did not help her cause. Before her dad could take back his support, she changed the subject. “Not that we would, I’m just interested in how different magic types work together. For work. It could help us make new charms other sellers can’t?”

“Good save, but keep that one academic for now. We have enough trouble on our hands. The Eternal Valley is tightening restrictions on outsiders.” He sighed and surveyed the products that were selling and the ones that weren’t. He picked up a box of quick-healing bandages. “Take this to Jemma. She’ll sell them faster than we will, and it opens up space for Wanda’s Washer Wands.”

“Will do.” Daisy took the box from him and put it in her bag with magically enhanced storage capacity. To the nonmagical, this feat would have astonished the eyes and defied the imagination, but for the House of Shield, it was unremarkably common. “Have you told Wanda we can’t keep those in stock? The new stain-removing ones are sold out before I can get to the taverns. They want me to take orders so they can have enough for their whole staff.”

Phil turned and blinked at her in awe. “You’re selling them to the taverns? I hadn’t thought of that.”

Daisy shrugged. “Parents aren’t the only ones who need Washer Wands. I know Wanda made them with other moms in mind, but why not double our profits with the industrial uses as well?”

A proud smile bloomed on Phil’s face. “Brilliant.”

Daisy turned to walk away but paused. “Do you think they remove blood?”

“Sometimes you ask really disturbing questions, you know that?” He picked up a wand and read the note Wanda had attached to each. “Huh. Looks like they do.”

“What if I ordered a few for Jemma? Healers need Washer Wands as much as taverns do.” She shrugged a little too casually. “It could be useful.”

“You can ask her, but sure, and we can offer them to the healers in other villages. You’re full of uses for these!”

Daisy grinned. “That last one was Carol’s idea.”

With that, she sauntered off to Jemma’s clinic where she could get some real advice about courting Carol without dropping the ball on anything else.

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As usual, Carol ferried passengers in the big metal Bird across the skies. Some were headed to the gleaming city to visit the palace, whether as tourists or as guests of the queen and king. Others left the city for the lakeside towns, ready for a business deal or a relaxing getaway. And the lakeside region provided plenty of passengers and cargo headed to the valley for trade or to visit family or to seek the solace of the forests. Most cargo floated down the river to the lake ports via boats with enchanted sails, but Carol took the more urgent packages and perishables.

On the last flight of the day, one passenger stayed onboard after all the others had left. The flight attendant gave up trying to persuade the woman to get off and informed Carol, “She insisted that she speak to the pilot.”

Carol groaned and emerged from the cockpit, hands red and painfully swollen from a full day of channeling her power into the Bird.

“Sorry, ma’am, this is the last stop. Oh!” Carol startled as she saw who it was. She bowed her head in respect and hid her hands behind her back. “Lady Melinda, I didn’t realize…”

Lady Melinda didn’t react. “I see you watching my shop. And I know why.”

Carol hesitated, but from what Daisy said, honesty was her best route to the good graces of the House of Shield. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I could ask you to stop, to stay away from her, but I won’t.”

“You won’t?” asked Carol, genuinely surprised. “I mean, thank you.”

Lady Melinda huffed. “Don’t thank me yet. I am only here because I know it’s out of my hands. My daughter is going to court you, no matter what I say. But you are going to listen very carefully.”

Carol tried to contain the flood of joy at the news. Daisy wanted to court her. “Anything! Whatever you ask.”

Lady Melinda stepped closer to Carol with a look of challenge, the kind that left no doubt as to who was in charge. “If you hurt her, or if any harm comes to her because of you, you will feel the wrath of the House of Shield.”

Carol swallowed hard. “Yes, ma’am.”

She heard and then felt a rush of air from the open door, but didn’t see anything there. Then, when she looked back to the woman she needed to impress with promises of devotion, Melinda of Shield was gone. In her place, a flat box laid as if it had been there the whole time. When Carol opened it, she saw a pair of pilot’s gloves sat neatly inside. The instructions promised that they would protect a pilot’s hands from getting overworked while channeling her magic. The credit to the designer was marked, of course, with a stamp of a daisy flower.

Carol relaxed, but then she realized what this visit meant. She was being given a fair chance to prove herself worthy of the heir to the House of Shield. Courting Daisy wouldn’t be as simple as flirting over charmed objects in the marketplace and flying her anywhere she desired. Daisy had something Carol never did: a family legacy to carry. The House of Shield had taken in many over the years into its order of magic, training curious students into healers and tinkerers and much more. But none were under as much scrutiny as Lady Daisy to make a name for themselves and simultaneously carry generations of hopes and dreams. Their highly selective elite order of applied magic served as a portal to a wide variety of trades. As a lady of the House, Daisy would be expected to understand the material needs of each and use magic to manipulate objects to help meet those needs.

The Order of Mar-Vell, on the other hand, tended to rely on sheer power: piloting massive vessels, for example. Speaking of, the day wasn’t over yet. Carol had two more cargo flights on another Bird built for the purpose. She had to focus while doing her work, but as soon as she was done, she knew exactly where to find Daisy of Shield.

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peonyblossom · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow (Visual Novel) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nia Ellarious/Main Character (Blades of Light and Shadow) Characters: Nia Ellarious, Main Character (Blades of Light and Shadow), Sapphic September - Character Additional Tags: Fluff, No Plot/Plotless Summary: One morning, Iris can't stop admiring Nia and how thankful she is that they're both safe now. @sapphic-september “kitchen”

#blades of light and shadow #bolas #playchoices #nia ellarious #nia ellarious x f!mc #iris of riverbend #nia x iris #sapphic september 2023 #sapphic september

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sapphic-september · 7 months

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That's a wrap on Sapphic September 2023!

Thanks so much to everyone who participated - we loved seeing your creations! The month may be over, but our love for sapphic works never ends. We'll continue to reblog prompt fills throughout the year, so if you've still got ideas, feel free to post them.

A special shoutout to @wardenred for completing every single day of Sapphic September - awesome job. We'll see you all next year with a new set of prompts!

#yay!#sapphic september #sapphic september 2023

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