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eileen-crys · 9 months
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My entry for @fem-queen-week 🌹Prompt: "Period piece"
"Lord Deacon, please wait!" Veronica rushed to reach Joan, hastily grabbing her hand to hold it tight.
"Lady Veronica, I-"
"It doesn't matter!" The Lady exclaimed, taking Joan by surprise. After her sheepish confession the night before she'd never expected to see the young Tetzlaff ever again, let alone seeing the light of love in her eyes. And yet, she was here, breathlessly staring at her and holding her hand.
"I've reflected upon your words from yesterday's evening, and on the nature of my feelings. And I decided that it doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman, Lord Deacon, my heart still beats for you."
A little "Rose of Versaille" kinda inspired drawing, with Lord Joan Deacon living as a man to take care of his family's duties since her father's death when he was little. She's in love with Lady Veronica Tetzlaff, but never had the courage to confess her true identity to her, until now. 🥺🥰💖💜💖💜💕
I hope you'll like it! Please don't repost, but reblogs and comments are welcomed! 💜 (those hands killed me lol)
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fem-queen-week · 1 year
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Fem Queen Weekend - August 4-6
Break free from the constructs of gender with Fem-Queen Weekend. Genderbending of all kinds is welcomed and encouraged, including gender swap, trans characters, and nonbinary characters. All Queen-related romantic ships and friendships are welcome.
🌼 August 4:
Commune
Friends to Enemies to Lovers
Questionable Choice
OnlyFans
Period Piece
🌸 August 5:
2000s Reality TV
Tattoos & Flowers
New Skill
Second-Hand Embarrassment 
YouTubers
🌹 August 6:
Stolen Innocence
Exhibitionism
Still a Better Love Story than Twilight
Polyamorous
Folklore
☀️ Information:
All art forms are welcome
Tag @fem-queen-week in your entries
Upload to our collection on ao3
Delete all hate and do not interact
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queen-hospitality · 9 months
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I've written something for @fem-queen-week !
It's not very polished (let's call it a draft) but I had another look at the Day 2 prompts yesterday and was suddenly inspired so I wrote a short fem!joger thing overnight. This might end up on ao3 eventually, we'll see!
Details: Roger = Rose/Rosie, John = Jane/Jen/Jenny. (Freddie and Brian are still boyz.) Adult themes between the lines. Approx 940 words.
Prompts: "New Skill" & "Second-Hand Embarrassment" (Day 2)
Summary: Brian has come to Rose for help mending his clothes, but an appearance from Jane means he might find out more than he bargained for. A ficlet in two styles, starting with Brian's description-heavy point of view (help him).
NB. This is actually a follow-up to something else I've written, which is rated mature and can be found on ao3 here, but is not essential reading for the ficlet below.
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"Right, okay, yeah I see your problem. You've done a nice running stitch here – really very nice, these stitches are tiny..." Rose squinted, nose twitching as she held the fabric almost comically close to her face.
Brian sighed. "But...? What's the problem then?"
"What you want is a backstitch – much stronger." She plonked the jacket back in its owner's lap.
"Grand. Marvellous. I'll just stitch backwards next time then, shall I?" Brian grumbled.
"Er, no actually, you'll backstitch it forwards – and you'll do it this time," said Rose, reaching for her sewing basket.
Brian pulled a face at his bandmate's back. 'Do it this time,' he mimed silently, indulging in a bit of childishness to offset his annoyance.
There was quiet but wicked cackle from across the room and Brian jumped, whipping his head towards the sound.
"When did-? Where the hell did you come from?! Bloody hell, Jane don't do that to me. Lord. I didn't know you were here!"
Jane – who it seems had been leaning against the doorframe for goodness-knows how long – had the courtesy to at least look a little sheepish, ducking her head and pressing a hand to her lips. It did nothing to hide her grin, but she did try to apologise all the same. "Sorry, Brian. Sorry," she said. "I was... around, you know, just..." she waved in the direction of another doorway, "in the bathroom."
Brian nodded, still a little bewildered.
He was not, however, too shaken to notice that the doorway Jane had been gesticulating towards was certainly not the bathroom.
There were three doors at the top of the staircase on the tiny landing which comprised Rose's bedsit. One led to the shared not-quite-kitchen, where he was currently seated, increasingly uncomfortable and about to receive a sewing lesson, apparently. Another door did lead to the toilet – he had staggered in there many a time after a night out, taking the opportunity for a comfort break before continuing his journey home. This left the third door, the one to which Jane had waved, the one he hadn't ventured through himself since helping Rose to move in last year. 
So, unless there had been a swift, radical and completely inexplicable change of layout in the flat, Brian could be fairly certain that the third and final door led to Rose's bedroom. He could assume, then, that from some point prior to his arrival with a poorly-patched jacket bundled into his satchel, all the way up until a few moments before he'd had his life expectancy shortened for him by such a sudden appearance, Jane had been in the small bedroom – Rose's room. Combining this information with the fact that these two bandmates had each said they didn't feel like a trip to the pub that evening, Brian felt his cheeks begin to heat up as he considered the very real possibility that Freddie had been right after all and that it might actually be the case that Rose and Jane really had in fact been f–
"Ow!"
Rose had prodded him in the leg with the blunt end of a sewing needle. "Brian, mate, I haven't got all day. You recovered yet? We okay to continue?" 
"Hm?"
Jane giggled again. "Oh dear, I have given him a fright haven't I? Here, I think you'd better have some water."
She moved to the sink. Rose watched her. Brian watched Rose watch her.
"Have you finished distracting my pupil?" Asked Rose as Jane placed two glasses atop a stack of magazines.
Jane nodded, still smiling widely. Very widely. "I'll go to the shop – you're out of milk."
"Thank you Jenny," Rose sang after her.
Very domestic.
Brian pouted in thought. He'd always been pleased with the bashful, contented smiles he received when a woman left his bedroom, but the way Jane had been beaming? He felt somewhat put to shame.
Soon, Rose shoved his leg.
Brian tried desperately to close the door on the line of thinking he'd started going down, and forced himself to make eye contact with his friend. "Hm?"
"Do you want to know how it works or not?"
"How it... works?"
Rose gave him a hard stare. He was really testing her. She picked up the scrap of fabric and sighed. "Look, backstitch is quite simple, really..."
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"So," Jane began, "Brian was weird today."
"Yeah," Rose pulled her close. "I think it was mostly– well, I reckon he knows."
"What, really?"
"Well, I think so. He kept using backstitch as an analogy for–"
"Stop! I don't want to know."
"No, no, I mean, 'doing things differently from what he'd assumed'? Or something... and about there being a garment you think you know, then finding there's other layers to it..."
"...But I thought he already knew you're into women?"
"Yeah he knew about me – you're the garment, silly."
Jane laughed. "Oh I'm the garment, okay I'm with you."
...
...
"His face when he saw you though..."
"I know, I thought I'd short-circuited him!"
"Well you do have that effect on me, so it's not hard to imagine the same happening to him."
"Please, we do not need to imagine that happening–"
"No," Rose snorted, "no you're right... because we know you'd blow his mind."
"You've got a funny way of flirting with me, Ms Taylor. You know that?"
"Oh, like I ever need to flirt with you anymore. I bet you didn't even bother putting your knickers back on earlier."
"...Yeah okay you're right," Jane grinned, radiant. She flopped back onto Rose's bed once again. "Come on!" She said, "get your kit off and let's finish what you started."
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Thanks for reading! Comments welcome, but no pressure. I know my pacing is a bit off, but I hope it still hangs together!
The main story/'part one' is here:
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pumpkinlilyao3 · 2 years
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A little drawing for Fem Queen 👩‍❤️‍👩
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Soooo, I haven't drawn in an eternity, and my time management is quite something these days 😅🤣. I still wanted to do a little thing for @femqueenweek , so here's my humble contribution 😚✨Brianna and Joan being sweet together, Regina, 80s Freddie, and a scribble of a van for the Road Trip AU I'm still hoping to write.
Thank you @ronniesshoes and @ivyyflowers for organising this event! 🥰
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Stars of Lovingness (The Tale of an Unlikely Au Pair)
Chapter 4
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hermitwhosipstea · 2 years
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[NSFW] Day four for @femqueenweek
Prompt: "Feeling cold ❄"
"I'm feeling a bit cold here, wanna join?"
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Re-coloring a line art I drew a year ago and came up with the idea to turn it into this. The result was better than I expected, it was fun doing it 😁 Many thanks to @ronniesshoes and @ivyyflowers for organizing 💙
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rhyewritersstudio · 2 years
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Fic Rec Friday
Heart Hidden, Heart On Her Sleeve
by @pumpkinlilyao3
fem!Brian/Chrissy 1/7 chapters; 2628 words Teen and Up Audiences  This is absolutely beautiful story so far, with plenty of emotions and evocative imagery. Bianca has never considered what it might be to love another woman. She has found it difficult to find her place in the world. But, when Chrissy mentions the idea of two women being in love, Bianca can’t stop thinking about it. She can’t stop from realizing just how much her sweet, gentle friend and roommate, Chrissy, might just be the woman she is meant to love.  I can’t wait to see what is next for these two women on their journey of love and navigating relationships in a time period when it wasn’t always easy to be exactly who you were. 
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bohemianboynton · 2 years
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Out In the Snow
Written for @femqueenweek
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Brienne’s breath was visible as she shook the polaroid.
She had taken a picture of a family of penguins in their native Arctic climate. The picture turned out well, as many of her others did. Antarctica was a beautiful place, full of penguins and polar bears. The only downside was the climate. Cold. Very, very cold. And the nights? Dark and even colder. 
As Brienne got up from her crouching position, she nearly lost her balance. She shook it off and began to walk to the base.
She had been studying the stars and the skies in all parts of the world with her bandmates tagging along, but Antarctica was by far her favorite. The reason: the tuxedoed birds we all associate with the continent. Penguins.
Walking through the snow was like it always was, difficult but not impossible. 
The sun was sinking lower into the horizon, and it was getting windy too.
The trek through the snow was getting harder and harder with each step. But the base was getting further into view. 
Suddenly, Brienne felt weak and dizzy. Her body temperature was getting increasingly low, too.
She then collapsed into the snow.
Julia picked up her cup of tea and began to look outside. Something was in the snow, not too far from the base, but still unable to make out from the distance. Brienne wasn’t here yet. She had been taking pictures of-
There’s Brienne.
Julia nearly dropped her cuppa while setting it down on the counter, and put on her jacket and gear. Heading to the garage quickly, she sat in one of the snowmobiles and switched the ignition on. 
Brienne opened her eyes. She was back at the base. But how? The last thing she remembered was going outside. 
Julia walked in. 
“Jules? What happened?”
Julia set down a mug of hot chocolate and walked over to Brienne, a polaroid in her hand. She handed it over to Brienne.
“You were taking pictures of penguins, but while you tried to get back to the base, you collapsed- hypothermia. 
Brienne looked down at the picture. Things were coming back to her now. So that’s why I have a camera around my neck, she thought.
Julia’s voice snapped her out of thought. “Feeling better?” She was holding a thermometer. 
Brienne opened her mouth for Julia to put it in. Upon taking it out and seeing a normal, but low, temperature, Julia smiled.
“I think you’re getting better.”
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quirkysubject · 2 years
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Who do you most enjoy writing/reading (or just thinking about) a fem! version of? Is there anyone you prefer writing/reading in a fem!au? 👀💕
Hmmm, I think my preferences are pretty similar to when I'm reading/writing nonfem Queen fic: Freddie and Regina, preferably together 👭💕
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mr-orange505 · 9 months
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sneesketch · 13 days
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*Puts ur Jonathan Sims in a skirt* c:<
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eileen-crys · 2 years
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⚡Joan Deacon 💕
For @femqueenweek Day 3 - Hair
If you know me, you know also how much I love John's long hair in the 70s. One would expect to use Brian for the prompt "hair" but I seriously wanted to draw John's hair even longer than his real one, so here we are 😌💖💖💖 I'm in LOVE with the result, allow me to gush about it hahah
I used a photo of (G)I-dle's Yuqi for the pose and also for her outfit, which I turned into a strange rearrangement of John's starry shirt that's more like a top now.
Frida | Regina | Brianna
Please do not repost! Reblogs and comments are welcomed 💜
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fem-queen-week · 9 months
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🌼Day 1 of Fem Week Is Here!🌼
Today's prompts are:
Commune
Friends to Enemies to Lovers
Questionable Choice
OnlyFans
Period Piece
We look forward to seeing all your wonderful creations!
☀️ Information:
All ships and art forms are welcome
Tag @fem-queen-week in your entries
Upload to our collection on ao3
Delete all hate and do not interact with negativity for the most enjoyable event
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lotus-pear · 16 days
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have you ever done . . . . genderbend dazai . . . . . . ebef ore .e.e. ... . .
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when i tell you i speedran coloring this,,,,,,I LOVE WOMEN SO FUCKING MUCH
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Stars of Lovingness
(The Tale of an Unlikely Au Pair) 
for @femqueenweek
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kaianator · 2 months
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Hazbin Genderbend 1/2
I basically just added lashes cuz why not 🤷
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