#I was starved for wlw stuff
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Korrasami bc I haven’t posted them yet and international lesbian day was this week
#korrasami#korra x asami#atla#korrasami fanart#I LOOOOve them sm#when I first watched the show I shipped them from their first interactions#cuz like#I was starved for wlw stuff#but then they ended up being CANON???#literally screaming crying throwing up but also now#we have a lot more wlw representation in cartoons#everyone say thank u Korrasami :)
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I GOT MY AO3 INVITE. TIME TO FEED MY PEOPLE
#wlw of the tumblr get ready#i hope yall enjoy my work for real#i know its gonna be narrow because its just the stuff i like mostly#but i want to share because i know how starved for content we are lmao
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vampire rosaria literally pulling you into a random ass alleyway just to fuck and suck your blood 🔥
women will see this and say "hell yeah"
it's me. i'm women!
also, i have been obsessed with mr. vampire by itzy, and i'll pretend it's ms. vampire 🙏
vampire rosaria x sub!fem reader
vampire!rosaria x sub!(fem anatomy/pronouns) reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, vampire rosaria, finger fucking blood sucking, degradation, semi-public (alleyway), mean dom rosaria
"mmph-!" your voice was muffled through rosaria's gloved palm, pressed tightly to your lips.
she has your back pulled against her front, her other hand occupied with sliding into your pants. the hand on your mouth slid to your jaw, tilting your face to the side for her.
rosaria's lips slide across your neck, ending up by your ear. "stay quiet." she says, but it's more of a warning. she doesn't cover your mouth now, using her hand to hold your head still as she noses at your neck.
your brain feels fuzzy, going between the fear of the impending sharp bite and the way her fingers are sliding beneath your undergarments.
you wonder briefly if her leaving your mouth uncovered was some sort of test. she knew how noisy you got when she fed off you while you came on her fingers. it's almost like she wanted a reason to punish you.
"rosaria-" your voice is already breathy as you try to turn and look at her. the way she grunts, not even letting your head budge tells you all you need to know.
"what did i say?" she snaps, pinching your clit and you can't hold in your soft whine.
"can't...rosaria, i can't.." you plead with her and she sighs, frustrated, moving the hand on your jaw back to your mouth.
"i deal with incompetence all day. the least you could do is exactly what i fucking tell you." she sighs, but you know she isn't all that upset with you.
not with how she pauses her desire to feed on you just to stuff you full with her fingers. despite the harshness of her tone, she can't deny how sweet you are when your head falls back on her shoulder, and all that slips from your lips are moans.
her fingers rub little circles into your clit, then switching to her thumb so the other fingers can slide down to collect your slick. she can feel the heat radiating off your neck when she feels how drenched you are just from the teasing.
as if taking pity on you, she doesn't mention it, instead pushing a finger into you, feeling you shiver against her. your noises vibrate against her palm, your hands grabbing onto her wrist, holding tight.
once she's got two fingers in you, she's pumping them in and out, rubbing your clit almost tenderly. well, as tenderly as she could manage.
she squeezes your cheeks, pushing your lips into a puffy pout, turning your head to face her the best you could. "i better not hear a fucking noise from you. unless you want all of mondstat to see you with my fingers in your cunt." she grunts, removing her hand.
her hands brush your skin, moving your shirt down your shoulder and finding the exact area she was going to feed on. rosaria sees how your own hand comes up to cover your mouth, thighs pushing together with how well she plays with you.
you sniffle, eyes glazing over as you try to turn and look at her. she sighs deeply, nodding. "go ahead, i'm starving." she answers you, feeling you spasm around her fingers, palm pressed tightly to your mouth.
she takes the opportunity to finally bite into your shoulder, all the while she prolongs your orgasm. her fingers press deeper and faster, pushing you into overstimulation. you're caught between pain and pleasure, wanting more and wanting to escape at the same time.
her fangs press into your skin, licking up the blood pouring out of the punctures, some smearing onto the corners of her lips. she groans at the taste of your blood on her tongue, eyes fluttering shut as she takes everything from you all at once.
#genshin impact#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader smut#fem reader#genshin wlw#wlw smut#rosaria smut#rosaria x reader#genshin rosaria#💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚
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Not to be emotional on main but i kinda WANT wholesome, slice of life like, wlw/nblw mainstream stuff. Like I know there's wlw stuff like first kill or everything sucks or killing Eve but I'm touch starved and my favourite tag on ao3 is fluff so where's me heartstopper wlw version???? Can I atleast get a season with Tara and Darcy in the lead??? I want to know I can feel love like that too
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do you happen to know any blogs more catered towards female subs by chance? all but like one of the good bi femdoms i’ve seen only post about male subs and im starving 😔 no worries if not since i know you may not interact with a lot of wlw content !!
I definately dont interact with much WlW content, I'm always anxious about annoying the sapphic community, but I know one or two female-run blogs. They may not be your thing if you're specifically looking for WlW stuff but:
@/vamp-domme is a trans lesbian domme, I know men follow her but her blog is very much female focused.
@/404hella is also a bisexual Domme, though obviously a lot of the people that write into her are male, as men are always horny bastards lol.
You can also check the wlwDomme and wlwSub tags and you'll probably find some great blogs in there! I also imagine that the same would go for lesbianDomme and lesbianSub tags, tho they may be blocked.
If any of my followers know any great wlw femdom blogs feel free to reblog with suggestions!
#I'll tag this with#wlw domme#wlw sub#and if i tread on any toes in the wlw Community please feel free to let me know#good luck anon!#I'll reblog this a couple of times through the day so plenty of people see it#asks#anon
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ttwt episode 7
“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: our thirteen remaining players were let loose in the Dandenong Ranges in southern Australia with no supplies, no maps- nothing but each other! Even though Team Mojo hit a rough patch while Team Yaoi pulled themselves together for Julia’s sake, it was Albert’s environmental expertise that pulled the Mojos to the finish line, and landed Team Yaoi back in economy. Will they continue to stick together to defend their fellow castmates against Patrick? Will Team Mojo ever stop getting lost in every location we drop them in? Find out now, on Total Takes World Tour!”
Early morning light sifts through the open windows of the first class cabin, awakening everyone bright and early. At this altitude, there are no clouds to filter out the sunshine, let alone trees and houses, so it’s up and at it for Team Mojo.
Michela yawns and helps herself to the breakfast buffet set up across from the mocktail bar. Chris’ off-limits hot tub bubbles in the background, and the faint sounds of the flat-screen television in his private quarters makes its way through the silence in first class.
Albert shifts up next to her, taking up a paper plate and sorting through the assorted vegan options (which, albeit, aren’t very impressive).
“I honestly don’t get how you can just not eat like that,” Michela smiles, helping herself to a large heaping of bacon. “I’d probably starve to death.”
Albert chuckles. “It’s an acquired taste, I suppose. But it’s for the greater good,”
“Does that stuff really make a difference? I mean… no offense, but you’re just one guy,”
“We were taught that no change is too small,” he shrugs, pouring himself some hot water for tea. “I try to live by that.”
Patrick peers over the back of his plush seat from the seating area, eyes narrowed. After a few moments, he plops back down and leans over to Sha-Mod. “Those two are awfully chummy, aren’t they?”
Sha-Mod adjusts the paper napkin tied over his face. “What? I mean, I guess, but they’re just friends, right?”
“‘Friend’ is just a longer way of saying ‘ally’,”
Sha-Mod takes a moment to count on his fingers. “Oh, yeah. Guess that’s right,”
Patrick puts an arm around Sha-Mod and roughly pulls him closer. “Listen, buddy, you get it. We’re two lone wolves, standing apart from the pack!”
“Um… I guess,”
“I always thought you were the best of the Takes Three,”
“Huh… really? Cause we always agreed McLovin carried. He’s the best at Guitar Hero,”
Patrick grits his teeth and then forces a smile. “Yes. You could go solo if you wanted, they’re holding you back if anything,”
“Really? Cause-”
“That’s not the point! I’m trying to say that you and I should krck them before they krck us,” he says, slashing across his throat with his finger. “The chick will definitely make merge, but the guy’s vulnerable.”
“But Albert is nice,”
“B-but Albert is nice,” Patrick mocks. “That’s what you sound like. You’re the most vulnerable player on the team, since you’re not in an alliance.”
“But you aren’t either!”
“Please,” he says, slicking his hair back. “I’m unexpendable.”
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PATRICK: “Talking to him is like trying to teach a can of sardines to sing opera,”
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Mal snaps a quick picture of Bonnie and Max as they sleep beside each other and quickly giggles to herself as she uploads it to her blog.
“Bonmax is so trending on Twitter right now,” she squeals maniacally. “People are having discourse over whether it’s moral or not to ship them, since they’re so mlm/wlw solidarity-coded.”
Ass massages their temples. “I don’t know what any of those words mean. Stop talking to me,”
“Isn’t it weird to ship them since they’re both in relationships?” Courtney asks, yawning. "I mean, rpf is-"
“As if. It’s called fanon interpretation,” Mal crosses her arms. “My mutual is a total Maxulia shipper and he’s got like 1.3k followers.”
“A WHAT?” Julia shouts from down the bench.
Across the cabin, Staci stretches and turns to the rest of the team, who are still fast asleep.
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STACI: “Okay, so, a part of my undergrad program is about leadership- I was hoping to take the hit points by really overcompensating on my participation and my exams, but... maybe this show would be good practice,”
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“Up, up, rise and shine!” she shouts, pacing up and down the bench and clapping their hands. “Let’s load up on breakfast and then hit the books for strategy!”
“Hm?” Kelly mumbles, half-awake.
“What books?” Max asks, rubbing his eyes. “The Art of War?”
“That’s an excellent suggestion,” Staci says, bouncing a pointing stick in their hand.
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STACI: “So, in most groups, everyone will assume the role of a communication maintainer- but since our team is so divided, I’m just going to try to do all of them before everyone gets on board. First up: Social-Emotional,”
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“Does anyone have any more ideas? I’m all ears!”
“Ooh, me! I do! I have lots of ideas!” Phillip says, picking up his notebook and rushing over. “Do you want to hear a poem?”
“I would love to!” Staci smiles, watching as Phillip leafs through several crude crayon gore drawings to get to the poems.
“Who died and made her queen?” Max grumbles. Bonnie elbows him and he rolls his eyes.
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MAX: “Okay, admittedly, I haven’t exactly been picking up the slack here. But who could blame me? This team is hopeless! Besides, I have… other things to worry about,”
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“Good morning, passengers! We’ll be landing in about twenty minutes, so buckle in and hold on tight!” Chris shouts.
Everyone who’s up scrambles back to their seats and straps in as the plane begins nose-diving, much to everyone’s horror. Bonnie and Max hold onto each other as they head straight down, and Mal makes sure to get and upload and picture before returning to screaming with the rest of the cast.
At the last second, Chef pulls up and the plane lands smoothly on the tarmac and the doors open with a hiss.
The morning is crisp, cloudy, and chilled as everyone steps down the rickety stairs and onto the pavement.
“No amount of first class perks will ever make up for these landings,” Sha-Mod says, rubbing his back.
Patrick follows him out, cracking his neck and grinding his teeth.
“Welcome one, welcome all, to Wales!” Chris says, gesturing to the rolling green hill behind him.
Mal looks from side-to-side. “Where?”
“Here, you idiot,” Ass snaps, putting their hands on their hips.
“No, where are the whales?”
Courtney sighs and pinches the bridge of their nose. Julia just rolls her eyes.
“Nice team you’ve got there, sweetheart!” Patrick yells from across the tarmac. She grits her teeth.
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PATRICK: “Now that Julia and I are back to sworn enemies, we make quite the pair of rivals. I mean- she’s her team’s leader, I’m my team’s leader, she’s cunning, I’m brilliant, she’s decent, I’m gorgeous… like a match made in Hell,”
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“Wales?! We’re only an hour from my grandma's house!” Sha-Mod says merrily, jumping with joy.
Michela raises an eyebrow. “You’re from Wales?”
“No, England is right over… there, somewhere,” he gestures vaguely off into the distance. Michela shrugs.
“Your first stop is Cardiff. To make things a little more fun- for me- we decided to make it a little scavenger hunt,” Chris says, pulling out three slips of paper. “These will have the clue to your next location.”
“Um,” Courtney says, reading Team Yaoi’s slip. “Are these-?”
“These are in WELSH!” Ass says. “None of us can read this!”
“Too bad,” Chris shrugs. “Shoulda thought of that before you came to Wales, huh?”
“YOU BROUGHT US HERE!”
“Beautiful language, isn’t it? I love the use of W's. Well, see you at your next stop!” the host says, waving goodbye and walking into the plane. Ass groans.
Julia sighs and ropes in the team. “Okay, so Mal can run Google Translate on her phone. That’ll give us a head start, but we gotta stick together, okay?”
Courtney looks up to Mal, who’s happily typing away. “Where did Mal get a phone? I thought I trashed hers back in Chicago?”
“I think she steals them, but that’s not important. Let’s just avoid fighting. That’s all I ask of you,”
Staci watches the scuffle from afar and shakes her head, grinning.
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STACI: “Authoritarian much? Everyone knows you catch more flies with honey than vinegar,”
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“Okay, team, let’s all go around in a circle and brainstorm. I wanna hear ideas from everyone,” Staci says sweetly. “Kelly, why don’t you start?”
“Maybe it’s a code. Ooh, does anyone here speak hieroglyphs?”
“That’s a great point, Kelly. Does anyone here speak hieroglyphs?”
Max grits his teeth.
“No one? Okay, Bonnie?”
“I can get back in the plane and grab my tablet. If I can connect to the internet, we can-”
A loud whoosh and a strong current of air blows past the group as the plane takes off. Bonnie sighs. “Okay. I’m out,”
“Max?”
“Murder-suicide,”
“Okay, well, I’m not sure that’s very helpful, but thank you for sharing,” Staci says. “Phillip?”
“I actually had a dream about this once, except I was in an airport that was also a petting zoo, and it was in China but everyone was speaking in Arabic, and I had to get to the pretzel stand but no one could hear me because I was invisible,” he pauses once he notices everyone’s blank expressions. “I have prophetic dreams, by the way.”
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PHILLIP: “They all hate me,”
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“And then I was suddenly in my grandma’s house, but the dishwasher was in the bedroom, and my buddy Eric's Uncle Dale was there, and then-”
“Okay, ENOUGH,” Max says. “Let’s just find someone and ask.”
“Now there’s an idea! I knew this would work eventually,” Staci claps. Max glares at her.
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MAX: "Staci's always been a little high on her own fumes. Which is to say, completely and utterly detached from anything that resembles reality,"
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Team Mojo trudges through Cardiff, Michela leading the rest of the group behind her like a mother duck and a line of ducklings. She holds up their slip of paper to street signs, restaurant names, and any Welsh she can find.
“Anything yet?” Patrick says. “I didn’t do my 4k gold face mask last night and I’m feeling puffy.”
“Calm down, your royal highness,” Michela snaps. “Unless you have a better idea?”
Sha-Mod scratches his chin, looking around the city. A strong breeze blows past them, pulling off Sha-Mod’s face napkin. He screams in terror and runs after it.
“We lost him again,” Albert says, turning as Sha-Mod runs off.
“He’ll find his way back. He’s like a pigeon,” Michela murmurs, walking ahead.
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SHA-MOD: “Two seasons ago, I said that I would never show my face on TV- and I meant it! I have withstood lakes, small, vicious animals- Scary included- explosions, and hurricanes- I guess the stress of being alone this season was just too sha-much for Lightning,”
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Sha-Mod walks back in frame with a bag of chips tied around his face. Patrick rolls his eyes.
“Hey, guys! We found a match!” Michela says, bringing the group back towards her. She holds up the paper under a sign off in the distance. “National Museum Cardiff, up ahead!”
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“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Staci says, leading the group behind her as they walk through the city. Kelly nods. “You’re doing great!”
“We’ll have this team put back together in no time!” she says confidently. “Just a little Social-Emotional nurturing, and I’ll bring together a safe and welcoming environment. That’s the first step- I learned it in communications class.”
“Wow, impressive! College must be fun,”
“It is, I’m learning a lot. Honors is tough, but I’m tougher, right?” they grin. “That’s what my mom says.”
Kelly nods. Max rolls his eyes from behind them.
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KELLY: “Watching our little friend group grow has been a real treat- I know not everyone gets to do that. Austin is in a relationship, Staci is in university, and I’m… well, I’m here!”
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“Miserable,” Max mutters, kicking a rock along the road. He sighs loudly. Bonnie tries to ignore him. Then, he sighs again. Louder. Bonnie grits their teeth. He sighs again, groaning a little this time, and they finally give in.
“Okay, fine. What’s up?”
“It’s about… well, you-know-who,”
“Figures,” they mutter. “What now?”
Max fidgets with his tie and looks at the ground. “I was given an… anonymous tip… to watch out for them. For him, I mean,”
“An ‘anonymous’ tip, huh?”
He shrugs them off. “Unimportant. I just don’t get why she’s being so distant about it,”
“You trust her?”
“Yes, yes, of course, but… at the same time, do I?” Max thinks aloud. “I want to. It just feels like she’s keeping something from me. I can’t stand being lied to.”
Bonnie grumbles to themselves and then sighs. “I’m… sorry, I guess. What’s your damage? I mean, what’s your deal? I mean… you get what I mean,”
He shifts slightly. “Michela isn’t the first person I’ve been with,”
“Huh. You don’t say,” Bonnie scans him over, raising an eyebrow. “Well… I’m all ears and no lips. The only person I’d tell is stuck in a studio in Toronto.”
“I went to a pretty religious private school. My family isn’t Christian, but it was top in the province, so… well, you know,” he says, looking at his feet. “Before I… um, looked like this, there was a girl I used to see. She couldn’t tell anyone, obviously,” he rolls his eyes. “But it was like she couldn’t tell me anything, either. I guess it was embarrassment, or something, but it was always distance and secrets with her. I could never figure out if she was upset and lying, or being honest, or implying something, and no matter what I did it was always the wrong thing… I’m not an oblivious person,” he insists, pointing sharply. “But I’m not always good at this romance thing. I guess it just makes me paranoid now.”
“Well, damn,” Bonnie says. “So, you don’t think Michela is lying but your train of thought is-”
“Working overtime to convince me she is,” he sighs. “I know it’s irrational but it doesn’t make me sleep any easier.”
“Couldn’t you just talk to her about it?”
Max raises an eyebrow. “Don’t make me pull out the Caesar card again,”
“Okay, but in my defense- not talking about it just forced him and I to spill the beans on live international TV in front of all our friends and peers,” Bonnie says. “Would you rather it be that?”
“I get the point,” he sighs. “I just can’t get this feeling out of my stomach.”
Bonnie lightly punches his shoulder. “We’ll get you there somehow,”
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“This is the place,” Courtney says, walking up the steps of the National Museum.
The rest of the team hovers behind them, watching cautiously as they approach the large double doors. They reach out a hand and grab the handle. The door doesn’t budge.
Courtney pulls at it again, then turns around. “It’s locked,”
“Try harder,” Ass cups their mouth and shouts.
“How will trying harder unlock a door!”
Julia sighs and steps between the two. “Shut up! Both of you! Chris might be somewhere around here, or this is some kind of… I don’t know, puzzle. But arguing about it just wastes time and destroys my brain cells!”
The team grumbles to themselves as Julia scans the exterior. Ass storms past Courtney and tries the door again.
“You’re not going to open it,” they say, watching with an unamused expression.
Ass struggles, pushing against the floor and leaning back as far as their body will allow them. “It’s just stuck,”
“That’s a funny way to say locked!”
“Not everyone has a weak grip like you, princess!”
Ass roughly yanks the door, shaking it slightly while they and Courtney bicker. After several minutes of scuffling, they release the handle and shout in frustration, kicking the base.
A slip of paper unlodges itself from the crack between the wall and the door and floats to the ground. Ass grins, swiping it off the stone. “There. See?”
“See what? You didn’t open the door!”
Mal types rapidly on her phone and smacks her gum loudly from the base of the stairs. “Ohhhh, yeah. Forgot to mention, Google says the museum is closed on Mondays,”
Courtney and Ass glare. “That information would’ve been helpful BEFORE WE GOT HERE!”
“Whatever,” Julia says, swiping the next clue from Ass’ hands. "Where to next?"
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“Sheep?” Max asks as the slightly-annoyed local walks off. “We have to-”
“I know, it’s not my favorite either, but it’s what the clue says,” Staci says. “I’m positive you’re gonna do great, Max!”
He blinks.
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STACI: “The next role is the supporter, which is basically just what it sounds like. Let’s get motivated!”
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Team Friendship rushes to the ends of the city, meeting a large road leading out into the country. Off to the side, sure enough, are three herds of sheep.
“This is ridiculous,” Bonnie sighs.
“Sheep farming is an important economy, so I’d watch your tone,” Chris says, dropping in on a jetpack and startling the sheep away. “Glad to see you’ve made it this far- you’re just a few hours away from your final destination. While it’s currently in England, many scholars argue that it was first built right here in Wales- you’re going to Stonehenge!
“Thank you for explaining that, Chris,” Staci says sweetly. Her team unanimously gives her odd looks.
“You’re welcome,” the host grins. “Now, I’d get to rounding up your herd and setting off- I hear Team Yaoi is hot on your trail.”
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“Okay, edge of the city- let’s go!” Michela says, pointing ahead. She and Albert run while Patrick walks casually behind them, picking at his cuticles.
Sha-Mod lingers behind, looking from side to side before hurrying to catch up with the group.
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SHA-MOD: “Who am I without Lightning? Without Takes Three?! Am I anyone? AM I STILL SHA-FABULOUS?”
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Team Yaoi arrives just as Team Friendship sets off, leading two other herds of sheep behind them. The four look between each other nervously.
“Okay, it’s just some sheep. We can do this,” Courtney says, picking up a stick off the ground and waving it around. “Get! Get! Come on!”
“That is so not how you do that,” Ass crosses their arms. Julia shakes her head and sighs. “We need a herding dog, or something,”
The two stop and turn to Mal behind them.
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“Yeah, I don’t know if this is really for me,” Patrick says, chuckling to himself as he watches Michela try to get their sheep's attention. “I’m more of a wolf, not much of a dog, if you know what I mean.”
Michela snorts. “You’re more like an inbred cat with IBS, but sure! Now, move it!”
Albert tries using a stick to guide them, but the sheep graze on, unbothered. He shrugs to her, and she groans.
“I don’t get it. I’m trying everything I learned about,” he says, tossing the stick behind him. A few sheep bleat nervously and walk away. “What! What am I doing wrong?! Animals like me!”
“Maybe these sheep are just neurotic?” Michela mutters. Patrick smirks.
Seconds later, Sha-Mod comes tumbling out of the city behind them, landing chips-first on the ground. When he stands, the plastic bag is deflated and partially open, and crispy potato wedges are falling from the top.
Sha-Mod sits up, groaning, and sees the entire herd surrounding him. He shrieks.
“No! No, it’s okay! They want the food!” Albert says cautiously while he and Michela watch with wide eyes. “Get up very, very slowly, and walk towards us.”
Patrick chuckles. “You’ve got to be kidding. These dumb animals won’t hurt you! If anything, you need to assert your dominance as the more intelligent species through fear! Watch,” he storms over to an ewe, shaking his fist at them. “Listen here, lesser species. I have the upper hand, and I-”
The sheep bleats and walks over to him, nuzzling against his pant leg. A few join afterwards, going in circles around his legs and playfully nipping at him. He screams in terror. “GET THEM OFF ME!”
“No! They like you!” Michela palms her forehead and then whisper-shouts. “Don’t scare them! Walk over here, slowly!”
Patrick whimpers in fear and edges forward, shuffling his feet towards Michela. Albert watches in horror.
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ALBERT: “All those hours studying, camping with wildlife, volunteering at free-range farms- and it’s Patrick who’s the better shepherd. This is… what’s happening to me?”
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Patrick finally reaches Michela and throws himself in her arms, crying. She rolls her eyes and pats his back. “There, there. They’re not going to hurt you,”
“Do they bite?” he asks shakily.
“No,” Albert says from afar. He turns to Sha-Mod, who’s still surrounded by the rest of the herd. “Let’s go.”
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Team Yaoi walks alongside each other, panting as the day wears on.
“Wish we could ride these useless things,” Ass mutters. “What are they even good for?”
A sheep angrily bleats at them and they back off. Courtney rolls their eyes and leans in to pet one. “I dunno, I think they’re kinda sweet,”
“Whatever,” they murmur in response, earning another eye roll from Courtney.
Julia hangs at the back of the group, watching the two up front. Mal darts into frame for a moment, running around her ankles and barking before circling the group once again.
The sound of laughter and sheep appears from behind the team and Julia turns a bit to catch a glimpse of Team Mojo following them up the crest, sheep in line and following Sha-Mod and Patrick in the front.
The latter grins and waves as they pass by. “See you at the finish line, sweetie!”
Julia grimaces, but waits til the team disappears up ahead to make comment.
“I hate that guy,”
“What’s your deal with him, anyway?” Courtney asks. Mal pops up out of nowhere, covered in grass and dirt, and states matter-of-factly: “Exes. Messy breakup, but even messier relationship,” and then she ducks back to the ground to run around the herd again.
Julia rolls her eyes. “Yes, thank you, Mal,”
“Ooh, fun. Any juicy gossip to share?” Ass asks, crossing their arms and grinning.
“Well, I-”
The familiar ringing of the song bell sounds and she grits her teeth. “No way am I going to-”
“It’s sing or lose!” Chris says, popping into frame on his jetpack. “And from the looks of it, your team can’t risk losing you. So get singing! Oh, and for the challenge, why don’t we throw some Welsh in there?”
Julia palms her forehead and sighs. “I love Wales in the springtime, rwy’n caru Wales in the fall,”
“Good job, Jules, keep it up!” Courtney cheers on.
“It’s the country of love in the summer, but now it’s just a bummer! Cause-”
Far up ahead, Patrick clears his throat. “Julia broke my heart and chewed it up and spit it out and then stepped on it and threw it down a sewer and called it names and then laughed!”
Michela rolls her eyes.
“Oes, my friends, you must never trust a girl!”
Julia goes on front behind. “Oes, my friends, he’ll make you wanna hurl!”
“Oes, my friends, she will,” Patrick pauses to take a deep breath. “Break your heart and chew it up and spit it out and step on it and throw it down a sewer and call it names, and then laugh!”
“Oh, brother,” Michela mutters. Albert nods in agreement.
Far ahead of them, Team Friendship picks up with Staci: “Oes, my friends! We are gonna make it through!”
Max grits his teeth as their sheep run off again. “Um, no, my “friend”, we just lost another ewe,”
Back to Julia: “Oes, my friends, I’m telling it to you,”
“Oes, my friends, now I’m telling you the truth,” Patrick says up ahead.
Julia takes a deep breath. “If you date a boy you met on TV and then break up with him, and then break up with him again, and then finally actually break up with him, even though you were nothing but nice, you will still-”
Patrick picks up as the tempo changes. “We end up on TV! She won’t even see me! And the girl won’t even admit I dumped her FIRRRRST!”
“Is it over?” Michela asks, holding her head. Albert nudges her. “We lost Sha-Mod again.”
She grabs his arm weakly. “Can you please. I feel sick,”
Albert looks around her to where Patrick is humming to himself and leading the herd. “I don’t know if I’d feel good about myself leaving you with him,”
“I’ll be fine. Just go deal with Sha-Mod,”
He sighs, but walks off anyway.
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Team Friendship arrive first at Stonehenge, despite their sheep going AWOL around them. As soon as they reach the finish line, Max collapses in the fetal position on the floor.
“YAYYYY, we did it!” Staci pumps her fist. “Go, team!”
Kelly squeals and claps their hands. Phillip watches as Bonnie sits down next to Max’s lifeless body and pokes him with a stick until he moves.
“Do we win something,” the goth asks, balancing their head in the palms.
Chris, sitting in a plush chair and enjoying a cup of tea, shrugs. They grumble to themselves. Team Yaoi arrives next, looking around.
“I guess we lost them,” Julia says with barely-restrained joy.
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JULIA: “Would Patrick being gone solve all my problems? No. But it’d be sooooo satisfying, wouldn’t it?”
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“I guess you did, but we can’t do the next part of your challenge without all teams available, sooooo…” Chris says. “Time to wait!”
The teens groan.
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“Sha-Mod!” Albert yells, wandering the rolling green plains. “Sha-Mod? God, how can anyone get lost out here? There’s nothing!”
He takes a step forward and hears a loud crunch. He winces. “Please don’t be a snail,”
“Nah, just me,”
Albert looks down and sighs in relief. He lifts his shoe off the bag of chips and steps off of Sha-Mod, who’s buried in the dirt below him. “Dude. You have to get up and come back to the team,”
“Why should I? I’m no one,”
“You- okay, you have to get up. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this,”
Sha-Mod rises from his shallow grave and sighs. The bag of chips slips off his face and is carried off in the breeze, and he shrieks. “My crisps!”
“Here,” Albert says, taking off his windbreaker and tossing it over Sha-Mod’s head. “Now let’s go.”
Sha-Mod crosses his arms and turns his head, the windbreaker swaying. “No,”
“Why not?”
“I’m no one. No one needs me,”
Albert takes a long, deep breath. “Okay. Fine. What’s wrong?”
“I lost my Lightning,” he sniffles. “I’m no one under that picture.”
“That’s not true. You have a face,” he pauses. “You… you do have a face, don’t you?”
“A dumb one,” he cries.
Albert shakes his head and sits down next to him. “I guess I know how you feel. I’ve been feeling like a failure lately, too. A nobody,”
“Did you also go on a reality TV show for three seasons without showing your face and then realize no one really knows you?”
“Um… no. I just meant more in a symbolic sense,” Albert says, raising an eyebrow. “I just lost my job, my whole life. I don’t really know who I am without it.”
“Oh, I see. I guess I get it. Lightning was my job,”
“Your job was… Lightning?”
Sha-Mod nods. “Now who am I? A sweaty windbreaker?”
“It’s not… never mind,” he mutters. “So, you don’t want to show your face, but you also don't-don’t want to show your face?”
He nods.
“Okay. Makes sense,” Albert murmurs. “What’re you afraid of?”
“Well, originally I did it because I didn’t want my likeness to be on international TV in front of millions of people, but eventually I just couldn’t take it off! It was like a part of me… now, who am I without it?”
“You’re Sha-Mod. I mean, whatever your real name is,” Albert says. “You’re not a piece of paper.”
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ALBERT: “There are a lot of things I’ve said today that I’d never imagined myself saying before. And yet, they make perfect sense. What is wrong with this show,”
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Sha-Mod sniffles. “Or a windbreaker?”
“Or a windbreaker,” Albert says reassuringly. “Maybe it’s time to face the world, Sha-Mod. Show us the real you.”
“Um… I don’t know. I think I’m just going to keep this on. I like it,” he says, standing. “Let’s get back to the team.”
Albert sighs, but stands and follows anyway.
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Team Mojo arrives at Stonehenge last, trudging themselves and their sheep behind them.
“FINALLY!” Ass snaps. “We thought you got eaten by… whatever lives out here!”
“British people,” Kelly whispers. Staci nods.
“Welcome one, welcome all to the final round of your Great British Race-Off!” Chris says, then leans into Chef to whisper. “We’re allowed to use that, right?” Hatchet shrugs.
“Your final task is simple- a delicious, traditional British feast in front of the scenic Stonehenge,” the host goes on as Chef disappears and comes back pushing a table with a few covered dishes. “Each team will select the player with the strongest stomach- last man standing, wins.”
“It’s British food,” Ass puts their hands on their hips. “How bad could it be?”
“Your first dish: Jellied eels!” Chef shouts harshly. “Now eat up!”
Silence. Ass blinks. “I volunteer Mal,”
“I second that!” Courtney says. Julia shrugs.
“Um, so… who’s gonna…” Kelly asks slowly. “Cause I’m on a vegetarian diet this week!”
Max rolls his eyes. “Convenient. I say we make the prince of darkness over there do it,” he jabs his thumb backwards to where Phillip is cowering in fear from the rays of sunlight coming out from between the clouds.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Bonnie crosses their arms. Phillip shouts Hey! Before scampering behind Chef for shade.
“C’mon, guys! We can reach a solution that makes everyone happy if we work together!” Staci says. The team glares between each other.
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STACI: “Role number three: Harmonizer. Preventing and mediating conflict. I can do that, no problem… right?”
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“Okay, if no one else wants to… I’ll do it,”
No one on Team Friendship argues, much to Staci’s horror. Across the lawn, Team Mojo isn’t faring much better.
“It can’t be me. I’m vegan!” Albert says, raising his hands defensively.
Patrick grumbles. “I have a fragile palette,”
“I’m British intolerant,” Michela says.
As the three bicker, a hero emerges from the fog. “I’ll do it,”
Everyone turns. Patrick holds back a laugh. “You’ll do it?”
“I’ll do it! It won’t phase me!” Sha-Mod insists. “I’m immune! And thanks to my new best friend, Albert-” Michela turns to Albert with a raised eyebrow. He shrugs and mouths talk later. “-I know I can do anything I set my mind to, with or WITHOUT my sha-swag!”
Team Mojo stares for a few moments before Patrick shrugs. “Better him than me. Go get ‘em, tiger!”
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Sha-Mod, Staci, and Mal sit side-by-side at the long table, staring at their uncovered platter of gelatin and eels.
“Mmmm, eel-icious!” Chris chuckles. “You’ll get five whole courses of delicious, top-tier British dining. The last man standing- or alive- wins first class and immunity for his-or-her-or-their team. Ready?”
Sha-Mod nods confidently. Mal scrolls through her phone. Staci is pale.
“Dig in!”
Sha-Mod starts off courageously, shoveling in forkfuls of eel. Mal chews casually, typing something with her free hand.
Staci pokes at the meal with her fork.
“Come on, we don’t have all day!” Max shouts. Kelly elbows him.
“You’ve got this, girl!”
Staci smiles nervously, and then takes a very slow, very cautious bite. She immediately gags and coughs. Albert winces from nearby. “I don’t know if I can watch this,”
After a grueling ten minutes (most of which was waiting for Staci to finish) Chef rolls out the next course. “Black pudding, a staple of the classic English breakfast,”
Staci sighs with relief. “You know, pudding actually sounds good,”
“Oh… noooo…” Sha-Mod mutters. Their smile drops.
Chef pulls off the silver covers on their dishes, revealing black hockey-puck like pellets. “Pig’s blood and fat, a la mode,”
Albert goes pale and turns around.
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ALBERT: “I don’t have a problem with other people eating meat. When it’s, you know, not condensed into a black disk and made of blood,”
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Sha-Mod tears into his pudding like a wild animal. Staci squirms and looks back and forth between their plate and their team behind them. Kelly gives them a thumbs up. Max rolls his eyes.
By the time Sha-Mod and Mal finish, Staci takes her first bite.
“Course number three: dressed tripe! While its popularity has wavered since the Victorian era, some places still enjoy this yummy meal of boiled and bleached stomach lining,”
Sha-Mod is beginning to cough and wheeze as he barrels through each platter. Staci is gagging between each bite. Max rolls his eyes.
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MAX: “Better her than me, but at the same time: I’m glad to see little miss perfect isn’t such a genius, after all. Her little dream of leading the team is cute, but come on- she’s the human equivalent of a marshmallow,”
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Mal slurps up each bite with ease, popping in a pair of earbuds to watch YouTube while she eats. Team Yaoi watches, bewildered.
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MAL: “I’m used to eating whatever I can find. For the last six days of my fifth annual One Piece binge, I survived on canned tuna from the Cold War era and rainwater,”
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“Next up, pork pies!”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound too bad,” Staci says, looking to Sha-Mod. He shrugs. Chef rolls out a thick pie, full of pink meat and she whimpers. “I-I don’t know if I can…”
“Don’t you dare lose!” Max shouts. “You need to set a good example for the team!”
She frowns and takes a cautious bite. Albert, now a sickly shade of green, leans on Patrick’s shoulder for support. He quickly swats him off and Max grins as Albert lands in the grass. “How’s it taste, Staci!”
“Bad!” she shouts back. “It’s too much meat!”
Albert groans.
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“Well, well, well. I’m impressed!” Chris says, pacing between the three. “Not a single chicken yet. Since you’re all still here, we’re making this a race to the end!”
Chef brings out the final platters, setting them before each player. “First player to finish wins! Welcome to your final round- stargazey pie!”
“Aww, that’s so cute! Are they shaped like little stars?” Kelly asks.
The host grins widely. “Not… exactly,”
Chef pulls off the silver covers and reveals three perfectly normal pies- but each is full of fish heads gazing towards the sky. Staci goes pale.
“Ready? Set? Eat!”
Mal twirls her fork around her fingers and takes a deep bite without looking away from her blog. Staci swallows deeply and begins cutting up the meal while Sha-Mod peers down at it from under the windbreaker.
“Sh-Sha-Mod!” Albert says from the ground. “My coat! Please don’t get anything on… my coat…” and then he faints again.
Sha-Mod pauses and thinks for a moment. Then, he stands.
“You’re right, I don’t need this anymore!” he says.
Patrick holds up a finger. “I don’t think that’s what he meant,”
Sha-Mod ignores him. “It’s time to stop hiding. I don’t need to be anyone but myself!”
He tears off the windbreaker, tossing it to the side. Everyone gasps as Sha-Mod reveals himself to be… a perfectly average white boy.
“Are you kidding me!” Ass shouts.
Sha-Mod takes a deep breath. “It feels good to breathe. And I can finally see you guys!”
Michela massages her temples. Patrick shakes his head sadly.
“All this time, I’ve been hiding- initially, I was afraid of being seen humiliating myself- but I think I was just afraid of being myself. Well, I’m not afraid anymore. I’m Sha-Mod, and I’m going to win this thing!”
A loud ding rings out and the camera pans over to Mal, who’s just finished her meal. She pushes the plate back and posts a Tweet.
“And Team Yaoi has won… again!” Chris says. “Since Sha-Mod’s plate is untouched, we’ll be seeing Team Mojo at the elimination ceremony.”
Team Yaoi cheers. Once the fanfare has died down, Julia grins and waves goodbye to Patrick.
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JULIA: “Now, all I have to do is convince the team that Patrick has got to go. Not that it’d be hard. I mean… look at him,”
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Julia peers around the corner of first class, looking both ways before creeping down the hall. She stops outside the bathroom confessional and waits for a moment before Albert walks out.
She grabs him by the windbreaker and quickly covers his mouth, looking around for witnesses again before pulling him away. “We’ve gotta talk,”
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” he whispers sharply.
“Shut up. Listen, I think we can all agree that Patrick is doing nothing but being a big baby drama queen, as per usual,” she says. “I want him gone. You want him gone. Your little girlfriend wants him gone. This is a no-brainer.”
Albert raises an eyebrow. “What do you get out of this?”
“Satisfaction,” she scoffs. “I know Patrick. If you don’t get him first, he’ll get you.”
Julia releases him and walks off quickly.
From around the corner, Patrick glares.
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“Team Mojo- not looking too great, huh?”
The four remaining players look between each other. Chris continues. “Michela, you’re safe. Albert, you too,”
“Patrick- you’re not exactly a fan favorite here. And Sha-Mod, your revelation cost your team the win,” he goes on. Patrick smirks and crosses his arms tightly. Sha-Mod looks nervous, his expression visible for the first time. “Patrick….
You’re safe. Sorry, Sha-Mod.”
“What?” Michela asks, standing. “That’s impossible, we all voted for Patrick!”
Chris shrugs. “Hey, I just count the votes. Don't shoot the messenger,”
Albert guides Michela back down to her seat. Patrick looks back. “Some team, huh?”
“Why are you surprised! We hate you!” Albert hisses. Patrick glares.
“Well… I had fun,” Sha-Mod says, strapping on the chute. “Thank you, Albert. My boyfriend and I’ll write a song about you!”
Albert forces a smile and a double thumbs-up. Sha-Mod walks to the plane door, salutes, and jumps out backwards. “Don’t forget to pre-order our Christmas albuuuuuuum,”
“What an exit,” Chris says. “Well, off to the hot tub!” and with that, he leaves the contestants in the cabin. Patrick stands shortly after, making glaring eye contact with both Albert and Michela, and then disappears.
Albert glares back.
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ALBERT: “I had a sort of... revelation today. Sha-Mod is right- everyone’s hiding behind some kind of mask. While his was… well, literal, mine was my job. And now that it’s gone, all I’m left with is me,” a long pause follows, and he smiles widely. “I guess what I’m saying is that no one is prepared for what’s coming.”
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pink and white 🩷🤍
🩷 Pink: Do you find a certain character (or characters) easy to write? More difficult -- and if so, do you avoid writing that character (or those characters) when possible?
I have this whole thing where most of my POV characters, in fanfic, are similar to each other - ie. some flavour of "emotionally suffering repressed young man"... 😭😅😅 So I definitely don't go out of my away to avoid it, and it does come pretty naturally to me at this point. Sometimes I worry about "fandom brain" taking over, ie. my takes on the character/s becoming too out-of-character. I really don't like reading extremely out-of-character stuff, to me being in character to an acceptable extent (but tbh that varies for everyone) is usually important in fanfic because it's what people (at least me) are looking for to be emotionally fulfilled while reading yknow.
My writing process is also very instinctual (it's like that for academic writing too), I will just start writing and try to combine what I think the character would do and say with what I know about the source material and possible additional context. So yeah, sometimes I actually start worrying that this is having an influence on and giving some level of bias to my work... but oh well, people seem to like it and I always try to improve 😂😅
🤍 White: What's a fanfic scenario or idea you'd like someone else to write so that you can read it?
Omg there's literally so many... One I'm thinking of is an affaire/elisabeth AU where Rudolf and Taaffe are childhood friends instead of Taaffe and FJ and they have this whole complicated antagonistic yet also deeply personal (not an innuendo) relationship going on. Someone told me they were working on one and I'm waiting with great anticipation... (😂😂😂 this is a targeted vaguepost)
On another note - always a [redacted] for canon divergent (ish) genderbent wlw todolf 😭 it's so niche but if done well it can be really good. Ooh and I've been thinking about how fun it would be to have something that tries to unpack stuff from Rudolf's historical context while also being todolf fic akslpdpf, like this whole expectation of strength and military masculinity that he actually worked hard to fulfill (he was a military officer actively serving in a regiment for some years and was very loyal to his men - to some extent the way he was raised worked, but it also led to anxiety when he couldn't measure up, I remember Hamann detailing an incident where his horse ran amok while inspecting the ranks and it was very embarrassing for a young general like him) OR like i once said in a post, the deep disconnect between supernatural imaginary boyfriend and rudolf's belief in science over superstition akdkdk
Also, just straight up any kind of (canon era) todolf fanfic in general, I am starving,,, 😂
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Ok I’ll straight up gonna ask for tea:
Give me your very honest opinions on popular pairings (and maybe another post, rare pairs). I am prepared for brutal honesty even towards the ships I’m super in love with.
Ha, I'm afraid I won't have any super hot takes for you, anon. The good thing about DD is that 99% of characters are unrelated adults hanging together and trauma bonding, so even if I dont ship something, generally I can tilt my head and squint and I'll be able to see what other people are getting at. Plus, I'm a multishipper, so i naturally accept multiple interpretations of relationships.
I suppose we have to start at Reymas. I'll admit, I have a suspicion of fandom flagships because often I find them dull or that it's just mashing the two main dudes together. So at first I didn't care much for it, but as I dug into lore and saw cool interpretations, I quickly changed my mind. It has interesting themes, the characters are unexpected foils, the idea that they have this whole journey of redemption that leads to the very end of the world is quality shipping material.
Just so I'm not completely boring, let me tell you a thing I dislike: I tend to find love-at-first-sight Reymas ooc and not very engaging. Physical attraction, yeah, I can see it, but they come from different enough backgrounds that I expect some build up, you know?
Leper is one of the most popular characters, and one that has a relative variety of ships, so I often see Lester and Leper/PD, but also Leper/Abom or Leper/HWM, and threesome variants thereof.
Of these, I prefer Lester. The dynamic of fallen king and regicide is just too juicy for me to pass up. Plus, Sarmenti getting close to someone kind and reliable after all he went through? But Baldwin is doomed to die? It can hit so many angles, comfort, drama, tragedy... it's about the *versatility*.
Leper/Abom made me scratch my head until I read a fic that played the old mechanic of religious heroes rejecting to join parties with Bigby being patched out as character development. It's a clever twist, I appreciate it, even though it's not a top ship or anything.
I never considered Leper/HWM either but I read What Happened to the Candlemaker's Apprentice in a fit of hunger for more Leper content and it was cute as fuck.
Leper/PD is all about that patient/doctor dynamic. I understand the appeal of good old sick fics and comfort fics, but at the same time, for me it's more of a turn off when it comes to long-term doctor-patient stuff (subjective experiences as a chronically ill person playing a role in my bias). Lately I found that I like it more as an OT3, with a third person offsetting the dynamic. Still sad though, because I love both Leper and PD.
Plaguerobber... when I first came to this fandom I was *starving* for a single wlw pairing to hold onto. Plaguerobber was my only sustenance. It was diffident at first, sort of "well, it's the only girl gays I get, even though I'm not super invested". With time and seeing a little bit more of shipping variety (for the love of the Light, people, please feed me wlw content), I softened into it. They are little shits who like their poison way too much and their dynamic can be very fun. Plus, visually they look great together.
...What else is even popular in this fandom? Reymas is so big I had difficulty coming up with anything else. Did you have other ships in mind, anon?
#asks#anon#reymas#plaguerobber#shipping#on my phone will tag this properly later maybe#sorry anon I'm a boring person that multiships and chills#plague doctor/grave robber#paracelsus/audrey#reynauld/dismas#crusader/highwayman
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headcanon asks!! :)
7, 8 Dong Sik
19 Jae Yi
headcanon asks
thank you!! :)
7. food/cooking headcanon
listen, listen, this is very complex and I was thinking about it before but I don't think my thoughts on this have properly finished cooking yet (pun not intended djdnmdmd). I think dong sik's relationship with food is just. complex. I think that. food is his love language and that's why it's so complicated. because on one hand you have him making sure everyone else eats (especially joo won, he will give him food and make sure he's fed properly no matter what), and I don't think dong sik is bad at cooking, I think he can cook fairly decently when he wants. BUT I don't think he cares to cook for himself sometimes because he doesn't love himself. his basement is full of carton boxes from instant noodles. which seems funny at first until you just go oh. oh :( because you realise that he just eats to keep existing sometimes and doesn't care about what he eats or if it's good for him. and I think he'd definitely have times when he's doing well and cooks for himself and everything but at other times he definitely doesn't. but the manyang gang would never let him starve or stop caring about himself completely, they always bring him food and get him to eat, because they know
joo won definitely makes him eat properly and cooks for him and makes him eat enough vegetables and dong sik always complains about his western cooking but he loves joo won and it honestly makes him cook more too
8. shopping headcanon
hmmm hmmmm, I think this goes with the food stuff as well, I don't think dong sik would really care about what he buys and where but ohohohoh joo won would, joo won would make him go to the farmer's markets to get the freshes vegetables and meat and fish and the best spices and he'd make him get the best clothes and shoes (because his dong sik deserves it but also selfishly because dong sik looks good in nicely tailored clothes)
19. joke headcanon
ah I'm not exactly sure what this headcanon means djfkdkdkkd but I think jae yi would definitely tease joo won with dong sik but I think she'd be more???? careful I guess, and I think she'd be as often on joo won's side and tease dong sik back with him. and she'd definitely have inside jokes with joo won about dong sik and many other things because they're really really good friends in my head (I keep thinking about that fic of yours, they deserve to be friends, the mlm/wlw solidarity 😭😭😭😭) and they'll oftentimes be secretly laughing and joking together and dong sik finds it so endearing and like his heart is going to melt because they both deserve that happiness
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hi, i'm sorry if you are not the right person to ask but i saw you talking about gap before and was wondering if you could tell me what happened? i read something about the trailer having to be delayed/redone before it was released because there was backlash against it for oll sorts of strange in lesphobic reasons (too explicit, too malegaze-y???) is that true?
hi there! hmmm i remember the trailers being delayed but i don’t really know the reason. and i’ve seen people complaining about male gaze and stuff but i didn’t pay much attention to that because it’s always like this with wlw content. they can never just be, there’s always a problem or another that god forbids being accepted.
as if bls are the epitome of flawless, non problematic content 🫠🫠🫠
i’m honestly just starving for wlw shows and i think this can be the beginning of a great era for gls if only it gets the support it needs!!! i’m sure gonna be there and do my part!
so i really don’t know if these things are related. they might be tho!
sorry i can’t be of help 😔
edit: check the replies for a bit of context provided!
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ooh can you please tell us more lore about nancy and ryan’s life together? just funny stuff / slice of life / early days things? i’d love to know more about that!!🍄
CW (because of course I would be incapable of writing fluffy headcanons without the need for content warnings lmao): hunger and nausea mentions, species-related food intolerance.
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Back when they first met, Nancy was a disgraced witch who had been cast out of the magic academy where she'd intended on becoming a professor. Ryan was a recently-identified Elder, and was lying low so as not to attract the attention of stronger Elders and their clans, as she was still young/weak and had nobody protecting her. She was also low-key on the hunt for her missing brother, but easily became distracted from that when she started to fall for Nancy.
Their early days are the embodiment of this very specific meme where two chameleons are lesbians/wlw, but neither one can work out if the other is a lesbian/wlw, so they both just die and become skeletons... (if I come across the meme/video again, I'll link it here lmao)
Basically, if they didn't both have regenerative powers and/or immortality, it's likely that they would never have gotten together. Because it would have taken them too long to figure out that they were attracted to each other.
They can never accurately tell the story of how they eventually got together, because they can never agree on who came on to who first, who picked up on whose signals and when, etc. Asking them how they got together is one of the quickest ways to make them end up in an argument.
I think I've spoken a lot about how Nancy was working in a 50s-style diner at the time, and even though human food played absolute havoc with Ryan's stomach, she kept coming in and forcing herself to eat and drink menu items so she could have an excuse to be there.
She'd usually play it relatively safe by ordering black coffee, or the occasional pastry, but occasionally, Nancy would looked concerned and say something like, "Oh, is that all... ?" And Ryan, due to sucking at social cues and feeling desperate to blend into human society, would be like, "Uh, no, of course not, I will also have a steak and a some nachos...?"
Even though black/white/grey is Ryan's beloved colour palette, she noticed how brightly Nancy used to dress/accessorise at that time, and began wearing a pop of red every day. A red scarf, or a red ribbon in her hair (which was down to her waist at the time!!), or a red tie on her shirt.
Conversely, Nancy also noticed Ryan's fashion choices, and began to make efforts to look more sophisticated at work. For example, she used to wear her hair in two bouncy pigtails, but started tying it in a single low ponytail.
Nancy's first observation about Ryan was that she looked like a black-and-white photo come to life.
Nancy often used to start work without eating breakfast, and end up working through her lunch break, so there were multiple occasions where Ryan heard her stomach growling during her shifts.
There were also times when Ryan was starved for blood, and looking like Grade A Shit as she sat at her regular table.
There was a period of a few months in which Nancy knew for certain that Ryan was a vampire, but Ryan didn't know that Nancy knew. So during this time, she'd see Ryan looking frighteningly pale and weak, wishing that she could offer her what she needed, but knowing there was no way to do that without revealing what she knew.
The first time Nancy cracked and asked Ryan if she needed to drink some blood, there would have been a conversation something like:
Ryan: Wait, you know?!
Nancy: Yes, of course I know! How stupid do you think I am?
Ryan: Well...
Nancy: Oh my goodness, don't you dare finish that thought!
Their first kiss was in the rain. It didn't last very long because Nancy doesn't like the rain.
Their first shared lover was a woman who Ryan had already been seeing (for both recreational and feeding purposes). Nancy happened to be around when Ryan had plans to meet up with this woman, and it all just sort of naturally happened. Afterwards Ryan and Nancy were both just kinda like "Huh. Okay. That works. Let's make this a thing."
Ryan was endlessly impressed by even the smallest things Nancy would do, like produce a little glowing light to see in the dark. It used to make Nancy extremely excited and flustered when Ryan would keep going on about how amazing she was; particularly because with Ryan's deadpan voice and articulate way of speaking, it was hard not to take what she said as objective truth.
#mushroom anon#🍄 anon#ask#StW Ryan#StW Nancy#OC stuff#hunger#stomach ache#emeto#sickfic#vampire OC#witch OC
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|[ 18+ ACCOUNT ⚠️ MINORS DNI ]|
⬜📋 I N F O 📋⬜
◻️Hello there. I don't have a proper pseudonym, but "Specimen" or "Spec" is fine.
◽Main pronouns are It/They/He but I am flexible. Any gendered terms are fine.
◽I am a Nonbinary Butch Lesbian.
◽The "20+" in my bio refers to my age range. Follower age range is 18+.
◻️Been on Tumblr for years (almost entirely as a lurker); wanted a fresh account where I could post NSFT/kink stuff.
◻️This blog includes dark kinks ⚠️
◻️INTERESTS◻️
◽Medfet/Medical Fetish, Science kink, Experimentation kink (obviously, lmao) [🥼 tag]
◽Vers/Switch, mostly a Service Top
◽WLW, NBLW, NBLNB, T4T of any kind
◽Blood, Body Horror, Surgery/Vivisection [🫀] tag
◽BDSM, petplay ["dogposting" tag]
◽CNC, Somnophilia, Intox/Drugging
◽Breeding/Impreg
◽Terato/Exophilia (Including Tentacles, Eggpreg/Ovi, etc)
◽Knight Kink, Royalty Kink [🗡️ tag]
◽Religion/Divinity kink [✨ tag]
◻️DISINTERESTS◻️
◽DD/LG, Incest, Fauxest (especially "older brother" related)
◽Extreme Pain/Torture, Splatter Gore (I'm more of a surgery guy tbh)
◽Vore
◽Piss, Scat, etc.
◽Feet
◽Sounding
◽Ambivalent towards anal in general
⬜ EXTRA ⬜
◻️Mostly reblogs. May post originals here or there.
◻️Minors & Bigots DNI. Cishet men can stay but you're on thin ice.
◻️I'm starved for interaction after lurking for years, so my asks & DMs are open for casual chatting.
◽I reserve the right to block/ignore unwanted messages. I am not willing to share photos or personal information.
◻️May or may not end up moving "darker" kink stuff to a sideblog at some point.
◻️That's pretty much it 👍
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I'm tempted to make a solely wlw side blog....for writing...and visuals... 😭
#maybe......#i want 2 write more wlw stuff...#and draw it..#i would love 2 draw mikasasha and yumihisu.#i am starving for wlw content
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I posted 603 times in 2022
That's 579 more posts than 2021!
85 posts created (14%)
518 posts reblogged (86%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@cruelsummer-thesingle
@he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle
@eyeldritch
@funnytwittertweets
@casmick-consequences
I tagged 113 of my posts in 2022
#taylor swift - 37 posts
#taylorswift - 31 posts
#taylornation - 29 posts
#midnights - 26 posts
#folklore - 15 posts
#karma - 14 posts
#swifties - 13 posts
#bisexual - 11 posts
#karma is real - 11 posts
#what we do in the shadows - 10 posts
Longest Tag: 92 characters
#you act as if the fibre is silk and suddenly your poop is a shawl worn by kings and emperors
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Not enough The Great War recognition:
Sorry, a song about your mental illness possibly toppling your entire relationship but they held on even through your worst moments- THIS doesn't get enough recognition??????
WAKE UP PEOPLE
85 notes - Posted October 21, 2022
#4
SHUTTUP Nandor leaving the celebration MID DANCE to a quiet corner where he IMMEDIATELY rescues Guillermo from Tween Colin Robinson
159 notes - Posted August 11, 2022
#3
Nadja and Laszlo serving bi-bi poly couple realness is so sexy of the writers
167 notes - Posted August 11, 2022
#2
Not to be emotional on main but i kinda WANT wholesome, slice of life like, wlw/nblw mainstream stuff. Like I know there's wlw stuff like first kill or everything sucks or killing Eve but I'm touch starved and my favourite tag on ao3 is fluff so where's me heartstopper wlw version???? Can I atleast get a season with Tara and Darcy in the lead??? I want to know I can feel love like that too
436 notes - Posted October 6, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Started watching The Sandman series this morning and these are my thoughts:
LOVE HOW EVERYONE/THING IS QUEER. Exorcist- bisexual( no because Jenna Coleman is responsible for my bisexual awakening and this just feel full circle), the nightmare with mouth eyes is queer, all the side characters are queer (except for the token str8s) .
THAT A CHARACTER'S QUEERNESS ISNT THEIR STORYLINE:
Alex being gay but his story arc is more about his daddy issues and his own folly for not being able to TRUST Morpheus
Johanna is bisexual but her story arc is she's a exorcist with commitment issues and leading a life led with regrets and the feeling she's never enough
Death and Dream using they/them pronouns for Desire casually and NOT ONCE is it ever like "omg so proud of them for coming out" . Yes they're being beyond gender and all that sure, whatever but BRO
The fact that the Endless don't have a "supernatural family's theme for fashion and behaviour" so you have Death being all 🥰😺💛☀️🌸 but Dream being all 🖤💀😠👿🔪 when you would think they'd be the opposite
Death being so beautiful. Death woos us all despite our wishes and our lives so it seems like a metaphor??? (idk how to put it) that we're convinced to go do strange things just by a friendly and pretty face
Hob Gadling's absolute zest for life. I keep thinking about all the times I have fully hated my existence and just existing and wishing to go back to romanticising life and the mundane. I think about how it feels like these days the world's going to go up in flames and it's all my fault and just being cynical about everything. I hate that cynicism is imposed upon us so often. So seeing Hob and his enjoyment of life LAUGHING in the face of Cynicism('s Lord) and then Morpheus Ruler of Never Smiling ,Goth Lord 🔪👿 LITERALLY SMILING when he meets him
Me being unable to decipher which posts are about the sandman and which are about mcyt
Anyway, I'm only in ep6 can't wait to binge the series and binge the books
487 notes - Posted August 6, 2022
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do you all secretly imagine that you're holding someone that doesn't even exist in your arms (or vice versa) when you go to sleep or is it just me?
#i am so touch starved#someone please hug me#touch starved#yearning#wlw#gay yearning#lesbian romance#sapphic#wlw mood#mlm#lgbtq#gay stuff#lgbtlove#lgbtq community#just gay things#sappho
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this class sucks this prof sucks
#i don’t think ive ever had a prof who is just flat out bad actually but she sucks. she just shamed a classmate in front of EVERYONE bc we#got this quarantine in photography assignment and he asked if he could take his pictures in a field and she could’ve just said no but she#HAD to get snarky and be like lol were you even listening you weren’t paying attention. when it turns out he was aski ng bc he spent a lot#of his quarantine in a field. and she just immediately fucking assumed that it was him being stupid or not paying attention and not that he#had a valid reason to ask the question. i fucking hate her so much. and we watch these creepy irrelevant old videos all the time and we’re#doing one now and it’s like… it’s not even that this class could’ve been taught better by another person i think as it exists and as she has#shaped it it genuinely fuckkng sucks and she genuinely fuckng sucks as a person. i was so excited at first bc i liked her general philosophy#and like was drawn to the fact that being wlw is such a big part of her art and stuff but she actually sucks so bad and is so like… tone#deaf or ignorant or whatever to us and our needs. acts like we have nothing else going on but her class and publicly shames ppl in front of#everyone and jumps to bad faith conclusions AND THE WHOLE THING W SLURS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEMESTER WAS SO….. god. like she sucks.#forcing us to keep our cameras on and to name our files in a weird way that works for her and like…ugh. i hate this class and i hate that i#hate this class but i hate this class because i hate HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i feel so bad for the kid she picked on!!!!!!!!!!!!!#purrs#like why am i sitting here watching a silent video of a guy painting stripes on a road. i am starving to death and pissed off. this clsss#never fails to put me in a bad mood i actually cannot stand this and there’s 50 minutes left bc it’s a 2h30m class 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃
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