#i love this tall lesbean

[xoteajays]

▸doreen ‘dori’ henderson 

dori henderson was a bit of a loner. she didn’t have the group of friends her twin brother did; though the boys didn’t mind hanging out with her, even if they did complain about her being taller than them all the way up to freshman year. speaking of school, she stuck to herself; a total loner after best friend lenny cameron got popular with ‘it crew’ of hawkins’ middle school’s soccer team. dori was little more than acquaintances with the students in her art club and the definitive target of hawkins middle’s bullies - and lenny’s new besties - lori miller and tricia allan, who’d call her ‘kitty’ and accuse her of having a ‘cat face’. 

worst of all was the secret she kept: her attraction to girls that would shatter her small town life into a million pieces. she keeps her head down, she tries her hardest not to stare at the pretty pretty girls in her classes. that is, until, mike wheeler discovers a girl in the woods the same night will goes missing. 

eleven is like nobody dori has ever met and dori trips head over heels immediately and the feeling only grows the more el is around; it’s just a shame she’s so caught up with mike and dori is left to pine in secret alongside will byers and his infatuation for his best friend.

or, at least, that’s the plan until dori proposes they ‘fake date’ to get mike and el’s respective attention. 

#ocappreciation #stranger things oc #fyeahstrangerthingsocs #stranger things #eleven hopper #oc: dori henderson #ah yes dori and will #aka 'when u fake-date but ur both gay so ur both miserable' #i love this tall lesbean #also JUST AS A NOTE: dori and will never kiss #bc theyre GAY #they just hold hands and sit next to each other when mike and el are around

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: Heartstopper

Author: Alice Oseman

Genre: Comics | YA Fiction | Romance | Friendship | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Bullying | Homophobia | Eating Disorder | Self-Harm

Overall Rating: 10/10

Personal Opinion: I think this story depicts one of the purest, most wholesome relationships in the YA genre. Charlie Spring and Nick Nelson are absolutely adorable together. From their meet-cute in the classroom to their developing friendship outside of school, their relationship is one anyone can admire because it’s full of mutual respect and communication. Some days are hard for Charlie though in the later comics, but with Nick by his side, he’ll make it through it. Is idealized? Maybe but I read for escapism.

Do I Own These Books? No

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- Charlie and Nick are just plain adorable together. Charlie is just a little guy and Nick is the human embodiment of a golden retriever. That makes for a wondrous combination. Because Nick brings Charlie out of his shell and Charlie gives Nick something to fight for. 

- Nick really fights for Charlie. Everything from wanting to make sure that Charlie eats to telling off his older brother for being a bigoted dick to scaring off Charlie’s sorta-ex. That’s love.

- The scene when they were in the hotel room in Paris (I think) and Nick came out to everyone was gripping. The way everyone showered the couple with their support made me so happy. So giddy. I just loved it so much. But I admit, if the bullying was so bad for Charlie before, how did they manage to find a group that really supports them only a year later? Eh, I’m not going to question it when it makes me happy.

- I know people make fun of the show’s depiction of Nick trying to find out if he’s bi but that’s a real thing. Every queer person my age or older with access to the internet in their teens looked up those “Am I gay?” quizzes. As silly as it may seem, Nick Nelson is a very real portrayal of teen queerdom. Especially during the questioning stage. Bless his mom for accepting and loving him so easily when he came out to her.

- Victoria is hilarious. She enters panels from out of nowhere and delivers one-liners that absolutely kill me. “I don’t think he’s straight.” Girl, neither do we! Not to mention, she kicked David’s (Nick’s brother) phone out of his hand when he was talking shit and I respect the hell out of her for that. She has her brother’s back and that’s what a true sibling should do.

- All their friends are adorable too. Tao and Elle, a beautiful couple. But also, I just love how Tao is so protective over Charlie. He may have been at fault for Charlie getting outed but you can really tell that he cares for Charlie. And for Elle too.

- Then we have Tara and Darcy! Lesbeans! They’re so cute together too but also, I love how Tara is there to be a friend for Nick. Supporting him wholly while giving him advice when he needs to hear it. 

- I know this list seems short but it’s only because my head is mixing up some of the details from the show with the comics. I don’t want to say something that only happens in the show and not the comics. But speaking of the show? Just brilliant casting. Everyone looks and acts exactly like their characters do. I am still a tiny bit upset that Tao is so tall but whatever. William Gao captures his essence still.

Dislikes:

- I think we all know. It’s the homophobes (Harry) and internalized homophobe (Ben). That’s pretty much it. Nick’s brother in particular though, fuck him.

#Booksbooksbooks #Book Rec #Book Review #Book Blog #Comics #Queer Comics #Heartstopper #Alice Oseman #LGBTQ #Queer Representation

[foxships]

Elesa is very much taller than most trainers in PokéMasters and someone calculated that she’s likely to be about 6′1″.........

#she's a model so it makes sense she'd be rather tall #god i love beautiful tall women i am a lesbean #sanura rambles #💕: electrifying beauty

[isabellesbian]

ur username is very creative i lov it ♡♡♡

aw thank u!! 

#i love isabelle and am a lesbean so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #tall-nebuloid

[classyfruit]

ClassyfruitbASKet - Part 1

Hello, you lovely bunch! 😘 As the list of my asks keeps getting bigger, I wanted to come up with a solution to a) answer all of your lovely asks but b) keep it very lean and tidy so that my reactions don’t overpower my art.  Thank you ALL for leaving asks and praise in my inbox! 💕  I cherish each and every comment and ask a LOT. It keeps me going and my creative juices flowing. And I ask for your forgiveness for taking so long to react to them! (The RE8 ladies are greedy when it comes to my time and attention. 😅) Today, I will stick to questions and requests concerning my art for the first 10 asks. I’m sure that’s the part you’ll love to see the most. Please know that I read EVERY ask I get. So if I didn’t answer YOUR ask yet, just stick around until next Tuesday.

Thank you VERY MUCH for your love and support, Anon! And as well for the delicious idea of a tied up Lady D. I will definitely consider doing something similar for my Twitter at some point! 😋 I’m sure Mother Miranda would like to prove her superiority just like that. Much love to you and take care!

Hey Anon, thank you for getting in touch and requesting something so cute! In fact I plan to do all of the four Lords as chibis at some point! Because we all need that in our lives! 💕 So STAY TUNED and you shall recieve!

A very valid question, dear Anon! I try to switch it up and draw as many different pets for Lady D (and now Donna and sometime in the future maybe even Miranda), so that everyone gets their chance to daydream and relate. 💗 I’m unfortunately a very shy bean, so I’d not really be comfortable with sharing art that shows how I look irl. 🙈 Thank you for your ask! 😊

Thank you so much for your kind words and your love & support! 😍 I’m super glad you like my version of Alcina - I love to do our Tall Vampire Lady justice with my art. 💪😤 In response to your question concerning our best bratty werewolf dilf Heisenberg, I’m not opposed to drawing him (he can be seen in at least two artworks of mine that I can think of and he will make a comeback for a lot of my other projects) but as I’m a lesbean myself, my focus is definitely more on the beautiful ladies of RE8! 🤤 Thank you for getting in touch, Anon, and have an amazing day! 🌞

@drippykiddworld​, hi!! Thank you for sharing your idea with me! ✨ I hope you enjoyed my artwork with the three of our RE8 madames sharing a very willing sacrifice! 👌😌 And concerning me playing the game, I started out and went about as far as the Beneviento estate and then my time to play sadly ran out. I have been waiting to play desperately, I just can’t seem to find the time. 😅 But I’m not complaining, I LOVE spending my day drawing!

*snorts* Don’t mind if I do, Anon! 😂 I love your mind, keep up the good work!  👏

Hey there, @warmbloodinmarble​, thank you for sharing your awesome idea! I think Alcina would make a SPLENDID french woman to draw! 💕 I’ll keep this idea on my list and draw it as soon as possible! Have a nice day and take care of your creative mind!  😘

Very important question, my dear Anon! I’ll still have to set it up but some time in the future, you will be able to commission me via my Ko-Fi page. Until I get around to doing that, you’re free to contact me via DM on Tumblr or Instagram! See you there! 💕

Ugh, my heart!!! 😍  I would draw this in a HEARTBEAT, all Beauty and the Beast style. I NEED to do this. It really fits in with my plan to do more romantic artwork for Alcina and her pet(s). Thank you for blessing me with this idea, Anon, and have an amazing day! 😘

Hi Anon, thank you for getting in touch and asking your question! 😘  As stated before, I try to vary everything about Lady D’s pets frequently so that everyone can belong and project themselves into our favourite fandom. Definitely go for it, if you’re planning to make art for reader inserts! The world needs more daydream fuel! 😍😍 _____ And that concludes the first batch of our new installment ClassyfruitbASKet! 🍉 🍇 🍓 I hope you’ll find it interesting and if you have a question yourself, feel free to DM me or send me an ask.  I can’t thank you enough for all of your support and the insane amount of love I recieve from all of you on a daily basis! Thank you very much, I appreciate each and every one of you more than words could tell! 😍 See you next Tuesday! Much love, Classy

#classyfruitbasket #classyfruit #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

Slides awkwardly into your inbox So any facts/thoughts about Tiger-Spider (and Haze too!) you wanna share 😳👉👈

HI PRINCE HELLO YES I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MY GIRL AND HER BELOVED PARTNER. Bulk of this is going under a cut cause otherwise it's gonna be Beefy.

So, Tiger-Spider, aka Maura Charlotte "MJ" Jameson, is actually one of about a hundred different spideys in her universe. Short version, Oscorp had a lot of spiders that they were experimenting with, tried to move the experiments through normal channels for shady reasons, and, as is standard for comics, things went tits up for story reasons. All the experiments got out in a highly crowded place (airport or something) and a lot of people got bit by a few dozen different varieties of mutated spider. Chaos ensued.

MJ ended up getting her powers from a hybrid jumping spider/costa rican tiger spider (which is where the design for her suit came from), so not only is she sturdier than most spideys in a fight, she can also jump. Like, "clear smaller skyscrapers in one leap" jump, and hit the ground completely unscathed. I also mentioned that she's an acrobatics coach during her civilian time, which factors into her movement on her webs. Not only does she move like a trapeze artist as expected, there's also a lot of aerial silks-style movement to getting up and down, which can hopefully be seen in the Heck Hand part of the one drawing I've got of her.

Considering the position she has as the face and unofficial head of the mutant union, especially as a mostly-non-vigilante, most villains are willing to give her a wide berth and not start shit (especially since those legs can kick hard enough to crack steel) and, depending on the situation, help out with the mess left over. Which is how she met Haze.

Naomi Cruz, host to experimental Symbiote designated "Haze" (who I have no picture for which is a shame and tbh a little bit of a surprise that there's no symbiote oc picrews or anything given how the tom hardy movies have popped off) was made to be a Venom killer with fewer of its weaknesses; narrower decibel threshold, resistant to fire, can survive longer without a host, etc. And was stolen by and bonded with Naomi. Kind of on the line between vigilante and out-and-out criminal, they met Tiger-Spider after getting clocked in the head with a busted squeegee in the middle of a fight with Tiger's then-boyfriend who happened to be another Spidey (and frankly kind of a douche that I never named). The two had gone tearing across the side of a kid's cancer ward that she'd just cleaned, freaked a bunch of the kids out, and were about to leave her with the mess before she chucked a bunch of her stuff at them. Boyfriend tried to dip with the excuse of "sorry babe, can't, got a fight I'm in the middle of!" and Haze didn't let that fly for a second. Called a temporary truce to get their shit cleaned up and made a habit of checking in on Tiger when they could.

Way down the line identities get revealed to each other, Tiger splits with unnamed golden boy douchebag, and dates the terrifying 9-foot-tall purple slime monster and even scarier nonby lesbean host because they're good to her.

I don't have much more specifics than that though.

#answers to questions y'all actually asked #princekirijo #tiger spider #symbiote designation haze #my ocs

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Uneasy Are The (Woman's) Shoulders That Wear The Chief's Cloak

Summary: Lesbean Hiccstrid. The line of Chieftains on Berk has always been predominantly male. Either the chiefdom was passed from father to son or the usurper at the time happened to be a man as well. That changes when Stoick names his only born child, a daughter, his heir. After his passing, Hiccup struggles with feelings of anxiety and Astrid is there to whisk them away.

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 2 113

Author’s Notes: At first this was going to be called "In A Man's World", but then I thought of this title last minute and I liked it better. Even if it's a mouthful.

Inspired by a friend.

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy!

Ao3

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Her hands are usually so steady. When mapping their known world, they do not tremble as she places every careful detail. In the forge, as every beat of the hammer meets hot metal, the force does not make their grip falter. Even high in the sky, when she and Toothless are one with the clouds, they are firmly rooted on the saddle. They do not give in no matter how wild their tricks and rolls may get.

But now, her hands tremble.

Just weeks ago, in the aftermath of Stoick's passing, his daughter and only child has succeeded him. It is exactly as he wished would happen when he named her his heir shortly after her birth.

It means Hiccup bears a big responsibility from now on. One she'd always hoped she would never need to call hers. She'd pushed the mere notion of her as her father's successor so far away that she'd fled in a panic the morning Stoick the Vast decided that his daughter was ready.

But her fears have come true and she has become Berk's most recent Chief. Having actually arrived at this, to her unexpected, chapter in her life, she would've preferred to have had her father here to guide her. She is completely unprepared. Neither mentally, nor emotionally.

If she knew fleeing from Berk that morning would've lead to this outcome, she might have chosen a different path. Not that she regrets having Eret, Son of Eret, or Valka in her life now. Or the entire pack from the Sanctuary.

In her eyes, she isn't her father and she can never live up to him. How can you become someone that great when you're not? The people of the Hooligan tribe loved him and, up until five whole years ago, they despised her. How can she lead a people she isn't sure will even follow her?

And then there is also the matter of having an heir.

She has always envisioned having a child someday in the future. Her, Astrid, and whoever the Gods decided to gift them. Not that she is the religious type. But it has become an obligation instead of a dream she wishes to have come true.

So much in her life has changed, is changing, or will change in the future and it's terrifying. This isn't something she can simply turn away from when it gets hard and it's bound to get hard.

But then there is another thing

There have been other Viking chieftesses in the Barbaric Archipelago before, the Berserkers have Heather after Dagur stepped down to be with Mala. But it is a bit of a new change on Berk and that is what makes her so nervous, too, what makes her shake.

This is because their chiefdom has always been passed from father to son. Man to man. Even on those occasions that someone simply took the position by force, it was a man that took it. Just like with Hamish the Second, who had his position stolen from his family by her own grandfather.

Just thinking about it makes her feel a little bit ill. Not just because she doesn't approve of that sort of violence, but also because Hamish was a runt. Just like her.

Another insult to injury is that she isn't a man either. She's a woman. Usually unbothered by her gender, except on a few occasions, as Astrid always imbued her with pride and confidence to the best of her ability. She knows of how insecure her betrothed is. Ruffnut, too, has always been so adamant in being prideful of her womanhood.

And speaking of which, Hiccup isn't alone.

"You are trembling like leaf." Astrid is here in her home with her. She speaks up to break the silence that's been plaguing this household for the better part of an hour already. She gets up after having watched the other get ready for tonight's event in an agonizingly slow pace full of obvious second guessings.

Astrid grasps her shaking hands to still them at last.

"I-I was trying to... The cloak." Hiccup attempts to explain that she was attempting to pull on the cloak the seamstress had made just for their Chieftess to wear for today, but she finds it difficult to do so.

There is to be a celebration tonight and her cloak is made to resemble her late father's. It is so that he may be with her as she cares for the village he left her, but it is a surprisingly heavy thing to wear.

This cloak, it is a symbol of her father and her new duty. And having this responsibility thrust upon her before her time makes it hard for her to simply put it on.

For many long minutes, Hiccup's been standing at the large chair on which it hangs, the furniture that is also so connected to Stoick. He used to sit in it almost every evening with a mug of ale in one hand, Gobber sitting on another stool with his own mug. The air in the room would be jolly and both her dad and her mentor blacksmithing would share stories and victories past with her and Toothless. Sometimes the other Riders would be there as well.

Letting go of her, Astrid faces the chair and takes the cloak from the back of it. She holds it out in front of her as if to inspect it. A bit big for her, but then, Hiccup is tall. Still, she finds herself wondering if it won't drag on the ground for her, too.

"I get it." She then claims with a shrug of her shoulders, her thumbs running through the fur.

"You do?"

"Becoming Chief is such a big responsibility, Hiccup. And scary, too. And the way it happened... I know your dad had envisioned it a little differently." She says as she turns back around and Hiccup sighs.

Bundling up the thick fur in both of her arms, Astrid walks behind her to help her pull it on. Two metal claps are there to attach to her ceremonial chest piece, each with Toothless' likeness made into them.

"And I know that the how you got your new role and the meaning of it aren't all that weighs on you." She hesitantly continues. She's been wanting to bring this up, having watched Hiccup struggle with this matter for much longer than just these past few weeks.

"Oh?" Hiccup isn't much for conversation at the moment, so nervous that her words are failing her. A feat considering how talkative she usually is. Her everything is quite muted as Astrid throws both clasps over her shoulders.

"I'm not going to lie," Astrid smooths the fur on Hiccup's person.

"Most of Berk will accept you and some will give you trouble. Some of our allies will accept you and then others, both ally and hostile, will not. Just because you're you." She moves to her front again to put one clasp in place. She glances at Hiccup's troubled face before she turns her attention to the second one. Hiccup attentively watches her hands.

"It's going to be hard. Even if you were a man, this would be hard. But a woman... And after three-hundred and more years of fathers giving their seats to their sons..." She clasps the other, pulling just to make sure it's sturdy, and gazes back up at Hiccup.

Astrid knows that she believes chiefing is not for her. For years she'd tried to tell her father this, but if there wasn't something he still didn't want to hear even after their relationship had been mended, it was certainly this.

She didn't know if being Chief was right for her. She didn't know if it was right for Berk, having grown up with the seemingly unachievable standards Stoick has set before her.

Because she is a runt, because she is still so out of place even after having found her calling with dragons, because she didn't know if she could make it with the body and sex the Gods had decided to give her on the day of her birth.

In any other unknown that she has jumped into so far, there were at least some securities she could latch onto. When she decided to confront her entire village for Toothless, she could rest easy knowing that Astrid would do her best to keep him safe. When she faced the Red Death, she knew she would be saving at least her father and her village. When she trained the dragons, it was with Toothless and her friends by her side and with her father's approval. Even when diving into the Great Beyond, it was with the hope that adventure and new dragons awaited her on the other side of the fog bank that isolates them so.

But now...? What can she hold onto now?

The knowledge of Berk's long line of chieftains who were all men? The fact that she's been challenged and underestimated just for being a runt alone? Let alone for being a woman? That she might need to live up to expectations so unreasonably high that it might be easier to just give up?

Astrid watches her silently for a moment. Hiccup is an open book to her and she can see the growing despair.

"You won't be alone. You know that, right?" She asks her girlfriend, who looks back at her with an uncertain look.

"You know Toothless will stand by your side no matter what. And no way the Dragon Riders are going to let you go through this on your own. Gobber will conk anyone who dares challenge you over the head. Valka is here now. And... you have me." After attaching the cloak to her chest piece, Astrid grabs Hiccup's hands again as she finishes. The former's calloused by years of training in combat, the latter by years of blacksmithing.

A small smile appears on Hiccup's face as she finds her to be telling the truth. There are plenty of people who will support her no matter what.

"Snotlout would hit someone if they give me trouble." She says with a sure nod.

"Snotlout? Fishlegs would hit someone!" Astrid responds and Hiccup chuckles breathily.

Astrid smiles, too, and cups her cheeks.

"You are going to do amazing things, Hiccup! You've been doing amazing things for the past five years. Berk is better because of you and we'll be doing even better with you as Chief." She states with such conviction and maybe Hiccup doesn't quite see it the same way, but she appreciates her words.

"You really think so?" She asks, the hint of a more positive outlook in her tone.

"Yes, I do. You have changed so much. The reason we're here today is because of you. We went through some bad times, but we also went through a lot of good as well. And I need you to know that, no matter what comes, you'll make it as Chief." Astrid tells her, hoping Hiccup will see what she is telling him.

Hiccup takes her hands and removes them from her face to hold them in her own.

"Thank you, Astrid." Maybe she doesn't quite believe Astrid yet, but Astrid believes in her, that is all she needs right now.

"We should get going. Your people might be wondering what's taking you so long and you know how we, Hooligans, are. We can't wait to party." Astrid jokes and Hiccup lets out another laugh.

"I think Toothless is waiting outside for me, too." She says and Astrid briefly stands on her toes to press a brief peck against her forehead. Still holding one of her hands, she then pulls her towards the front door, one metal prosthetic foot thudding somewhat loudly against the wooden floor.

Hiccup's smile is more genuine as she follows her soon-to-be-wife outside. The second they leave the house, Toothless is there to greet them, purring as he sees his Rider and stands up from where he was lying.

"Hey Bud," Hiccup strokes the top of his head, a touch the dragon leans into. Astrid, meanwhile, deftly scratches him behind an ear.

He's been waiting for her to get ready for Berk to finally celebrate their new, and first, Chieftess. It took some waiting for the ice to have methodically been cleared from the village, but the day has come and Hiccup feels at least a little bit more prepared now.

The cloak tugging on her shoulders still feels heavy with burden, but with Astrid by her side, Hiccup believes she may be able to take whatever the future might throw at them.

#httyd #httyd 2 #hiccup #astrid #hiccstrid #httyd movies #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon 2 #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #httyd fics #httyd fanfic #httyd fanfiction #genderswap #genderswap au #genderbend #genderbend au #au #alternate universe #hiccup is a woman #hiccstrid are lesbians #lesbian relationship #my fanfics #Uneasy Are The (Woman's) Shoulders That Wear The Chief's Cloak

[axther]

Heyo! i reread your rules and i was wondering if i could request a little something? maybe Hatsume(if you write for her, if not it’s okay!) and Jirou with a Support Course s/o? i thought the idea was really cute^^ Thanks for your time! -LesBean Anon

the return of the queen 

Hatsume 

Teamwork made the dream work, or so they say. 

Hatsume knew otherwise. For as long as she could remember, she always worked by herself. She was fully capable of getting her designs written so they would satisfy her customers and be sent to the people who made it. But then Hatsume realised; someone had to make her babies. 

So, she decided, she would watch them make it. She didn’t know who it was. She didn’t trust them. 

Across the campus, there was a workshop for the kids with quirks that were meant for support and making support items. It was legendary in that none of the creators let anyone else in the Support Course in, much less so the General and Hero Courses. They were insanely protective over what they made, and it was bad enough that even teachers avoided the workshop. 

But Hatsume feared no man, not for her babies. 

The sky was beginning to go orange when Hatsume started strutting to the workshop. Steam and smoke clouded the air around it, but she could see cluttered pieces of metal around the ground. She even recognised a few scrapped versions of her jet back and hydraulic bracers. Several students passed by as she took in the sight, whispering to each other. 

“No way,” One of the muttered, someone with a clear dog quirk. “They’re not gonna let her in.” 

“Did you hear? Vlad King tried to go in to get one of his students, and they ganged up on him and literally kicked him out.” The other, with a head shaped like a baseball, tittered back. 

“Yikes.” 

Hatsume huffed. There was no way that someone was going to get between her and her babies. 

She shoved open the door and realised quite suddenly that there was no smoke or steam inside the building. Somehow, it was all condensed to outside, and Hatsume couldn’t help but feel curious. 

There was the distant banging of metal on metal, but it was the only sound besides the humming of machinery and coolers. 

And it was clearly the sound of the only person there. 

Hatsume walked down the hall, eyeing shut and locked doors with interest before seeing a large one, like a factory entrance, open. Golden-orange light spilt out, and she peeked in. 

The inside was enormous, with a forge as the centrepiece and different sized water tanks all around it. There was a large anvil, but the best part was the funnel that was filled with molten metal. It was bright orange and lowered so it would be poured into a mould. 

But best of all was the gorgeous creature pouring it. 

She was tall, much taller than Hatsume. She lifted her arm to strike down onto the mould, and her arms showed muscles that would’ve made moderate bodybuilders cry. She fit what hair she could into a cap, and when she turned to take a drink of water, literal steam hissed and left her mouth. 

And speaking of mouths, Hatsume had to clamp her’s shut. 

The sound made the girl stop her drinking and turn, a mouth full of water before she let it out as steam through her nose. Hatsume blinked. 

“Who’re you?” The girl murmured, and Hatsume quickly realised that the girl was almost rearing up, and also had a massive hammer in her hand. “What do you want?” 

“I’m Hatsume Mei!” She spat out as quickly and confidently as possible. She didn’t notice the girl begin to relax but continued babbling. “I make support items, and I wanted to see who makes them, and wow, you have really nice proportions and do you think that maybe sometime you could model for me? You’re about the size of a full-grown adult and it’d be nice for me to have a person to work with for future reference, oh, and I know that I’m bursting in on your place, but I just wanted to see my babies and the place where they’re made and I was wondering if you knew who made them, it looks like here isn’t where there’s a lot of precision work, so if you could just point me in the direction-” 

Before Hatsume could finish her rant, a handful of papers were shoved into her face. Hatsume recoiled but realised several things at once. One, the girl’s hands were scarred and absolutely fantastic, and two, the girl was holding Hatsume’s own designs for her Auto Balancers. 

“Hatsume Mei. 1-H, right?” 

“You’re…?” Hatsume, for once, was shocked silent. 

“I’ve worked on all of your creations that you sent in through here.” 

“What? All of them? In a forge?” Hatsume could feel euphoria beginning to bubble within her. “How?” 

“I always took the projects until they just decided to hand them all off to me. I might not look it, but precision work is my thing.” The girl remained cool and collected while Hatsume began jumping up and down. 

“No way! You assembled all of my babies?!” 

The girl said nothing, but smiled and turned back around. 

“Then the High-Density Weights?! Are they here?” 

The girl pointed a hand at a nearby table before taking the cooled metal and throwing it into a nearby shute in the wall. She tugged the funnel back down and started pouring again. 

“These are perfect!” She held the weights up, and she nearly dropped them. “You really are the best!” 

The girl smiled. “Thanks.“

“And what are you working on now?” 

“The Auto Balancers. Since they need to be able to detect whether or not a fall is intentional, I need to hand-make the springs. But right now, I’m getting the panels done.” 

“Ahh.” Hatsume hummed. “I could marry you.” 

The girl hesitated, for just a moment, before going back to the panels. “Thanks.” 

“Actually, you could say we are! We’re my babies moms! Our babies!” 

“Sure,” The girl giggled. “And do you know your wife’s name?” 

Hatsume stopped staring dreamily at the girl’s back and stiffened. “No.” 

“Y/N L/N. Or Hatsume Y/N. Or are you L/N Mei?” Y/N said, a teasing smirk on her face. 

Hatsume went right back to snuggling into the chair she was in and ogling at her new wife. “I can be whatever you want.” 

“Oh? Then you can stay here until I’m done and go with me to that cafe that just opened, right?” 

“Oh?” Hatsume felt a blush crawl up her face. “Well, I did promise.”

“Don’t worry.” Y/n winked at Hatsume, who was ready to melt. “I’ll pay.” 

Hatsume knew, then; teamwork definitely made the dream work. 

.

.

Jirou

Jirou Kyoka had hobbies. 

One of those hobbies was music. Another was talking to her classmates. But her favourite was watching her girlfriend. 

This could be considered at nothing unusual. But seeing as her girlfriend was the number one producer of Support items in the Support Course, it meant that Jirou would be sitting inside a boiling hot room with steam all around and the constant banging of a hammer onto an anvil. Most people wouldn’t be able to bear it, and would just wait after school. 

But Jirou found a certain beauty in it. And in her girlfriend’s back.  

If there was one thing that Jirou had to be proud of about her girlfriend’s body, it was definitely her back. It reminded her over a swimmer’s back, fluid but definitely there. But she loved her girlfriend anyway and liked keeping her company while she finished with her projects. 

Which was why Jirou sat in the Support Course’s workshop at four in the afternoon, letting her day waste away in favour of watching her girlfriend. 

The sun seeped through the window, and there were some birds singing outside. Somewhere in the halls of the workshop distant music played, and there was a strange sense of peace over Jirou. She watched as Y/N murmured over a stack of designs, a finger on her chin and lost in thought. A classmate of hers, a young woman with her dreadlocks in a ponytail and green at the tips, knocked at the huge sliding doors. 

“Hey, L/N, I’m heading out. Make sure to close up. Night, Jirou.” The woman waved at Jirou, who said ‘night’ right back, but all Y/N did was wave a distracted hand. She was clearly occupied, so the young woman simply left the doors cracked and walked away. Jirou turned back to her girlfriend and tried to find something to do, but slowly, the heat and setting sun and the sound of cicadas outside began lulling her to sleep. Her head slipped once, twice, and then there was nothing. 

                                                        ——

When Jirou woke up, she was staring at the sky. 

She wasn’t walking, but felt an insurmountable warmth, like a heated blanket. She looked down and saw her legs, and then a dull orange glow. Jirou blinked once, before looking a bit further up. 

Y/N was carrying her, her head high with vigilance and a look of stern concentration. Her girlfriend’s heart was literally glowing like molten lava, and some of the veins in her arms were molten, too. The whole of her hands was orange but pleasantly warm. She wondered for a second why Y/N would have to activate her quirk, before realising that they both were soaking wet. 

“What happened?” Jirou murmured sleepily, before sighing and nuzzling into Y/N’s chest. 

“Stayed late. It started raining, and you were asleep, so I figured that I would carry you and make a run for your dorm.” 

“Hmm. Iida wouldn’t let you in.” 

“He has, before. Only when you’re with me, though.” 

“Hmm. Why’re you warming me up?” 

“The rain would’ve woken you up.” Y/N looked down with a soft smile. “You were cute, so I wanted to keep you warm.” 

Jirou smiled. “You dork.” 

“Yes.” Y/N sighed. “I’m your dork, though.” 

Jirou yawned, taking a deep sigh and feeling sleepy again. 

“Take another nap. When we get in, I’ll need your keys, but that’s all.” 

“Okay, babe.” Suddenly, Jirou snapped awake. “The movie! Our date!” 

“It’s okay, Kyo.” Y/N finally looked down to nuzzle Jirou, and she couldn’t help but blush. “We could both use a nap. We can always catch another movie.” 

Y/N placed a small kiss on Jirou’s forehead, and slowly but surely, she was welcomed into the arms of sleep again. 

(Later that night, Iida would be making his rounds only to find Jirou’s door cracked open. He opened it slightly, but quietly shut it again after seeing Jirou and her lover sleeping, with Jirou laying over Y/N’s molten heart.) 

#requests #I lovem y girls so mu ch #jirou kyoka #bnha x reader #mei hatsume #mei hatsume x reader #my hero academia x reader #jirou kyoka x reader #sailor lesbean

[val-idation-station]

without further ado, cliques are bad the musical

cautionary tale:  freshman orientation's lookin kinda weird, guys

it roars: foreign extrovert with Dreams ostracized by Typical High School Students 

where do you belong?: all these cliques are stupid! so join our clique instead

meet the plastics: bad guy intro song but oh no they’re all hot? 

stupid with love: lonely new girl thirsty for a Tall Drink of Water named aaron samuels 

apex predator: so regina’s a furry that’s what I’m hearing, and she’s projecting her furry energy to the whole school or smth (and cady’s a furry for picking up on it smh)

what’s wrong with me?: local jewish princess jesus needs therapy, a hug, and better friends

stupid with love (reprise): if i get stupid maybe he’ll break his no-dating rule

sexy: this is just an excuse for them to have a sexy yoda costume isn’t it (feat karen spittin facts)

someone gets hurt: if i get manipulative maybe he’ll break his no dating rule

revenge party: life ruining but make it catchy and vindictive

fearless: the regina coup, with a fun dance break

stop: tap dancing regret extravaganza

what’s wrong with me: gretchen (and mrs. george) needs therapy and love 2 electric boogaloo

whose house is this: oh god oh shit i just wanted to get some not destroy my house 

more is better: local plastic really played herself, local jock unamused and deserves better

someone gets hurt reprise: local art lesbean goes OFF and everyone applauds her, also... he has a CURFEW JANIS HE CANNOT STOP THIS JAZZY

world burn: life ruining but make it sexy and vindictive

i’d rather be me: local art lesbean says screw you to all social conformity and is supported raucously

do this thing: if i get smart maybe,, i’ll do this thing (feat. my bby son living his Life) also why the hell can i understand all the math stuff it’s not okay i didn’t ask for this

i see stars: i shine,,, u shine,,, w e shine,,, maybe it was a bad idea to gang up on each other also,, oops

#mean girls #mean girls on broadway #shitposts #this is honestly art ok

[strangepicklecopegg]

Uhhhhh My babies are here along with some dbd because yes please offf Uh keep on reading if you wanna see some babes?? Aka my OCs??? i'm sorry????? Adara Willowsmith ————— • a babe • "am i a joke to you?" • Norwegian cruise line • loves Issac with all of her being and soul • smexy and knows it • will beat you at Mario Cart even if it kills her • L O U D • smol Issac Glassara ——————— • very tall • Adara's bf • flirty as crap • meanie face • only nice to Adara • Korean boi • " my wig? The gutters." Bunny BonVia ———————— • nervous wreck • a little chubby • thi c C- • soft 10x • blue eyed blondie • wears lingerie as clothing • scratch is her baby • " wh " • lesbean Scratch Garcia ————————– • wild gorl • rock music will forever be her favorite • loves Bunny so much • " my babeygorl, Bunnieee-" • radical I'm sorry- I love you guys bye bye

[silent-s0ul]

Angry so ima talk about some of my ocs as a way of calming down

Xavier:

He’s male

He’s gay

He controls flames

He has a bit of a temper and can get angry easily

Mess with his bf or friends u dead

Mess with him u dead

Has a little bit of bad blood between his bro

His body ignites into flames when he’s hella pissed

Can’t swim

Too afraid of water because of the one time he nearly drowned

Geo:

Tall af

Strong af

Gay af

He isn’t much of a fighter

But if necessary he’ll throw hands with you

It takes a lot to get him hella angry

Can control the ground (I think the word is geokinesis :P)

Has two sisters

Older sibling

A bit chubby but also muscular

Best big bro

Storm:

Controls electricity

Moves hella fast

Small kid

Crystals older bro

Very protective over crystal

Blind in one eye

May be small but he can kick your ass

Most of the time silent

His nickname is Sparky (given to him by Arbor. Xavier calls him Sparky too)

Trans rights bitch

Crystal:

Beautiful lesbean UwU

Blind

Storms little sister

Controls water/ice

Small baby UwU

Youngest in the group (not by a lot tho)

Loves her big strong girlfriend so much

Can talk on and on about how much she loves her gf

Arbor:

Crystals strong gf

Controls the wind

Has a bit of chub

Strong angry lesbian UwU

Loves her gf so much

Can drop kick ur ass

Gots the best big sibs

Gots a bit of a temper

#my ocs

[holidayclownsinc]

here comes the 6'3" lesbean goddess, dianna stevens! she's a writer and just the love of my life okay. death tw under the cut 

oh hi there, welcome to holiday, DIANNA STEVENS. oh wait, you’ve been here. has anyone ever told you that you look like ELIZABETH DEBICKI? you’re FEMALE and use SHE/HER? just checking. and you’ve been here for A MONTH? you’re 28 too, right? just curious. you work as an AUTHOR still? you know people say you’re WITTY, PASSIONATE, but CONCERNED, SCARED so i guess take that with a grain of salt. well, at least i do know you’re excited for HALLOWEEN. bye now! [it’s the gremlin admin]

alrighty, she's the older sister of the sweet bean, vi and she's super protective of her 

they lost their mom when dianna was 14, and she felt responsible for vi and her dad, and desperately did her best to keep the house feeling as normal as she could 

no one was expecting that of her, but it's what she needed to do for her own sanity 

ever since she was child, she's been writing stories, mainly about strong young girls going on quests to save her loved ones from peril 

but after her mom died, they started getting darker, more chilling, scary, even 

it was her working through her grief mainly, but she discovered there was real talent there, and she enjoy crafting this horror stories 

so, she started uping her stephen king, agatha christie, shirley jackson, h.p. lovecraft, and edgar allen poe reading, learning from the best on how to make some good scares 

she ended up boing to nyu, though she flew back home whenever she could, and she called vi and her dad as often as she could 

she studied creative writing of course 

and her senior project was her first novel, they lurk in the dark, about a family who moves into an ancestral home for the mother, and things quickly devolve into a nightmare, it never quite being clear what the threat is, human or not, until the very end and the ending is one hell of a thrill ride 

it got published and rose the to the nyt best sellers list and received critical acclaim 

then came her next book, god can't hear down here, which seems like your average slasher novel until you realize that it's painting a very bleak and bureaucratic portrayal of the universe, leaving you chilled down to the bone long after the last word

that also sold very well and met with even more critical acclaim

then her third book was a collection of short stories that she had stored away, and she just polished them up and again, more success both commercially and critically

her name is quickly becoming engraved there with the greats, and if your muse is a horror book fan, they'd most likely know who dianna is 

so, she's three books into success, but she decided that she needed a change of pace from nyc 

her dad is getting older, her apartment complex was not friendly for him

so, getting a house and moving her family seemed like the best option 

maine was chosen because well, if you're a horror writer and don't want to live in maine at least once in your life, you're lying to yourself 

holiday seemed like a great place to make a home, and plus, she could get behind the halloween celebration 

so here she is with her fam! 

fun facts! 

she is graceful..... until she's not

there is a reason she didn't go into sports even though she's so tall 

is always covered in bruises from running into things and dropping things 

she has a pet parrot named pennywise, and the thing is a sarcastic dick, but she loves him regardless 

he does like to perch on her shoulder while she writes

she's working on her third novel and fourth published work, though she's nervous about this, she's had such success with the other ones, she's scared when that's going to end 

not trying to let that get to her though and she's trying to just focus on the work itself 

right now, it's based in the same vein as x-files and the scp foundation creepy pastas

#holidcyintro

[dwarnian]

tagged by @fjordlavorre ! thank u!!

tagging: @wispyakinoris @mirrant @infernallegaycy @fakecallouts @letpapersleep @the-coffee-loving-lesbean & anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! 

1. Are you named after someone? kind of? i was supposed to be named after my dad’s coworker but her actual name sounded too “adult/mature” so they named me something similar instead

2. When was the last time you cried? i cant remember! not too long ago tho...maybe a few weeks ago? at most

3. Do you have kids? nope! 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? not really

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? h...head? face and hair??

6. What’s your eye color? brown

7. Scary movie or happy ending? happy ending!!! ive seen one (1) horror movie & it was train to busan so. im coward! 

8. Any special talents? i dont think so

9. Where were you born? (redacted), canada 

10. What are your hobbies? drawing, painting, needle felting, video games, piano uhuuu listening to podcasts and reading comics (if those count?)

11. Do you have any pets? no :((((

12. What sport do you/have you played? uh the only sports im Okay at are tennis, badminton, skiing, & snowboarding 

13. How tall are you? 5’3ish? 

14. Favorite subject in school? graphics! 

15. Dream job? not sure..maybe a counselor or something for LGBTQ+/mentally ill youth?

#if i tagged you #youre not obligated to do it if you dont want to #^-^

[overthinkingismything]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thankyou for tagging me @helpls ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone? No not that I know of. The only story behind my name is that in the time I was born there was a really popular name but my parents didn’t want to be extremely basic so they changed to first letter.

2. When was the last time you cried? Last night, I couldn’t contain my emotions in front of people it was the worst.

3. Do you have kids? Nah ah nope and I don’t know if I want any in the future I’m not that girl that has the dream to become a mom. But who knows I’m still young

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I used to a lot, but looking back at it is has faded out

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? This is gonna sound weird but their shoes, like obviously their faces are the first thing I see but somehow the shoes say a lot

6. What’s your eye color? Green-ish, but not all green depends on the lighting there’s some brown in there

7. Scary movie or happy ending? I enjoy a good thriller but not too scary, I prefer it over a happy ending because those are so predictable. But I enjoy both, depends on the mood I’m in.

8. Any special talents? Not that I know of, I have some weird things I can do with my face but when could I ever use that

9. Where were you born? The Netherlands, honestly I don’t even know the name of the town, it has some bad memories combined to it so that part is left behind

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing about random things, talking to people I love and having deep conversations, watching movies and series, looking at the sky, listening to music, taking pictures and editing them, creating aesthetics on tumblr, VSCO in my room etc.

11. Do you have any pets? Sadly no, we had a goldfish for some time but I couldn’t pet it so does that even count? I want a dog so so so badly and I’m definitely getting a Samoyed when I’m in my own

12. What sports do you play/have played? I did gymnastics for a long time, I started as soon as I could when I was 4 and stopped when I was 12. I also did trampoline jumping. After those I did dance for a while but also quit that

13. How tall are you? I’m 178 cm which is 5’8

14. Favorite subject in school? I like history, I think it’s really interesting how things repeat itself and how some really stupid things made sense at a time

15. Dream job? I have no idea literally no clue at all no purpose just surviving

I tag: @justtrynacuratemyheart @lesbean-pizza @hy-steric @lengthxwidth3x @i-loveyousweetheart @yourstruly-blog01 @rachcj-66 @radicateee @troubletravelsthroughspace

No pressure :) and anyone can say I tagged them!

[millennial-ring]

For the drabble prompt: visionshipping and getting caught in the rain

this is like a whole year late i think oopshere are ur lesbeans in the rain

A bolt of lightninglit up the sky, and the resounding boom of thunder that followed shook theentire city and made Isis jump a little in surprise. Her gaze turned skyward,watching in apprehension as fat, grey clouds rolled over the sky and blockedout the sun. Beside her, Mai cursed loudly.

“Damn it.Two percent chance of rain my ass!” She stomped a foot and planted her hands onher hips. “I swear, they only get the weather forecast wrong when I go out.”

Isis turnedto Mai; her perfectly shaped brows were stitched together angrily and she worea pout on her plum stained lips, and the way she pursed them made Isis dream ofdragging their lips together. Her lipstick was such a lovely shade, and sheimagined it would look even better if it was smeared from a few too manykisses. For what must have been the fifth time that day, Isis let her eyesstray to Mai’s body. She wore a form fitting top with her signature plungingneckline, a cropped leather jacket, and a matching black miniskirt. Her boots,also black leather, came up well past her knee and her heels were tall, addingat least another three inches to her height.

Isis felt abit plain standing next to her in a creamy beige sundress, with a flutteringoff the shoulder tier and a slightly cinched waist. The skirt, which fell to alittle over her ankles, billowed dramatically in the breeze. She wore a goldenbelt adorned with gems like lapis lazuli and turquoise to bring some color to theotherwise boring garment. She wore her gold bracelets and armlets as a simplegold chain with a topaz gem. Mai wore a matching necklace, though the chain wassilver and the gem was a diamond. Bestfriend necklaces, Mai had told Isis when she presented them to her on Isis’most recent birthday, but Isis hoped they meant more every time she saw Maiwearing her birthstone around her neck.

She gaveherself another moment to appreciate Mai’s outfit and body before letting hergaze return to a more appropriate level.

Mai glaredat the sky, as if she could make the clouds submit to her will and dispersewith her stare alone. The angry, determined look on her face made Isis smile.

“Isn’t thatalways how it works?”

Mai turnedto Isis, her face softening as she sighed. “Yeah. Murphey’s law.” She shiftedher shopping bags to one hand and laid the other on the small of Isis’ back asshe resumed walking. Isis fell into step beside her, her nerves ignited at thetouch, her fingers curling tight around the handle of a single bag.

Mai was abit of a shopaholic, and was always eager to spend her tournament winnings onnew clothes, shoes, make up, and perfume. She was always asking Isis to accompanyher to the various malls and shops she liked to frequent and Isis always saidyes despite being more of a minimalist with her wardrobe, having a slightlymore limited income, and rarely wanting to actually shop. The stores werecrowded, everything was expensive, and the stores Mai liked to frequent rarelycatered to Isis’ more modest tastes. But she loved spending time with Mai,loved the way her eyes lit up with excitement when she found a garment shereally liked, and loved Mai trying on her clothing hauls and asking for heropinions, or dabbing perfume on her wrist and asking Isis to smell it. So shecontinued to say yes, even though she always had a hard time finding somethingshe actually wanted or needed.

But thistime around her eye had caught a gorgeous blue dress in a shop window they hadpassed, and Mai had talked her into trying it on. The fabric was made ofpolyester but looked and felt like silk, dyed such a deep blue it reminded Isisof the skies above Egypt at night. It was off the shoulder, her favorite styleof neckline, with a ruched bodice that hugged her slender waist and a mermaidstyled tail that showed off the curve of her hips.

She hadabsolutely no idea when she would ever have an occasion to wear something soformal, but it had fit her perfectly and made her blue eyes pop, and she fellin love with it as she stood in the dressing room and stared at her reflection.When she stepped out of the dressing room to show Mai, the hungry look Maipinned her with sealed the deal, and she hadto have it. She carried it home with no plans to wear it out, but she wasalready trying to think of an excuse to wear it around Mai again.

“I swear toGod if it actually starts raining before we get home I’m going to scream,” Maimuttered after another crash of thunder made the shop windows beside themrattle in their panes.

They werestill several blocks away from the train station that would take them home whenthe first raindrops began to fall. Mai didn’t scream, but she did extend a onefingered salute to the sky. Isis giggled, glad that her dress came with one ofthose plastic dress covers so it would be protected from the rain.

“It’s been along time since I’ve been caught in the rain,” Isis mused, glancing up at thesky again. Rain hit her face and she sighed contently; she had always loved therain. Growing up underground had robbed her the simple pleasure of a rainstormfor the first fourteen years of her life. After she reunited with her brothersand promised them they could live above ground from now on rain became herfavorite thing. So she didn’t complain, even as her dress became heavilyspotted with water.

However thelight sprinkling of rain soon turned into heavy sheets that almost felt painfulagainst Isis’ bare shoulders. She and Mai began jogging between storeoverhangs, pausing under the shelter of the occasional awning before dashing tothe next one when it seemed the rain was letting up. Despite their hurriedsteps and the plentitude of awnings, by the time they reached the train stationthey were completely soaked through.

Mai wasgrowling curses under her breath, and Isis could sympathize; she wore more makeup than Isis, which was in danger of running, and she carried more bags thanIsis as well, most of which were the kind of paper that could, at best, allowwater to soak the clothing inside and, at worst, break open.

Mai droppedher bags onto a bench, and Isis was relieved the overhang above the seatingblocked out most of the rain. They were dripping wet, barely an inch of dryskin or fabric between them. Isis’ long, black hair was heavy with moisture,and she rung it out before pulling it into a loose, sloppy bun.

“Well, itdoesn’t look like I’m going to have to throw anything out,” Mai said, pullingIsis’ attention back to her. She blinked, startled by Mai’s appearance. Hercurly mane of hair had lost its volume to the water and trailed down her backin loose, dripping waves. A few strands here and there stuck to her foreheadand cheeks; her face was rosy and pink from their run as well as the chill thatcame with the rain, and her eyeliner was smeared ever so slightly around hereyes.

Mai lookedup at her friend, blinking when she caught her staring. She brushed the hairaway from her face. “What? Do I look that bad? Please don’t tell me I havemascara tears.”

“No,” Isisanswered automatically, breathlessly. In fact, she had never seen Mai moreattractive than in that moment. She couldn’t hold herself back any longer andleaned forward to pluck a kiss from Mai’s berry stained lips.

Mai pulledback in surprise, her eyes wide and her peach face turning red.

Isis’s ownface burned from embarrassment and shame, realizing what she’d just done. “Ohmy gods I’m sorry, I don’t- I didn’t mean- I-”

Mai cut offher stammering by grabbing her face and pulling her in until their mouths werecrushed together. Isis let out a startled moan, her eyes falling closed as Maiworked her lips against Isis’, coaxing her to return the kiss. She did with fervor,her arms winding around Mai’s shoulders and her hands digging into her wethair.

When theyparted they both breathed harder than normal, gazes locking together as soon asthey opened their eyes. Isis fidgeted under Mai’s bright stare, not sure whatto say or what to do, but Mai spoke first.

“You… Allthis time, I thought you were straight.”

Isis let outa bark of laughter, hiding her mouth behind her hand. “I thought you were, too.”

“Fuck,really? I was sending you, like, all the signals!”

“To be fair,I grew up in a tomb. I have no idea that the signals are.”

Mai giggledand rested her forehead against Isis’, even as an old woman on the bench asidefrom theirs rudely cleared her throat. “I could teach you, if you want?”

“I’d likethat.”

Mai smiledand leaned in for another kiss. Isis met her halfway, having just enough timeto glance down at her lips before their lips met.

Her lipstickwas already smeared rather deliciously.

#was this prompt for drabbles #bc there's no way any of these are going to be under 100 words #fuk dat #ygo #visionshipping

[bikasumi]

preference, blush, and hand holding?

preference: sexuality? what’s your ‘type’?:

I’m lesbean

lebsian

LEBIANS

GIRLS!!!

and also I like tall lanky nerds heehee :)c

blush: what could someone do this valentine’s to make you feel special?:

ahh idk really ^^; I like spending time with those I love on valentines day!! and I’m not really used to gifts I just usually give them so maybe something small and cute?? idk it’s not necessary I just really like valentines day and it would make me happy :)

hand holding: do you like pda?: 

yes!! but not like gross pda jdskfjks I think couples flirting in public and holding hands and even kissing eachothers cheeks is cute and I’d love to do it one day :)c

#uraraka answers #anonymous #anon