#jerena?

[citricconnor]

Do you guys fw Jen/Serena ?

[jerena-arts]

Morning stretches

[blauwu]

Fantasy AU of snake!Boothill and fairy!Robin made by @jerena-arts :)

Process under cut

[jontheketeld]

Should I make the Jerena blog myself?

i think i'm the more reasonable option

i can keep it from getting too lewd

and i will permit suggestions after debate

[nnmdraws]

Some sketchy robinhill inspired by @jerena-arts 's fantasy AU I just couldn't pass by, you know

[empirrepostr]

@sirentheseaslug and @jontheketeld

we are shipping you two.

Jon is a dom and Sere his sub.

she simps for powerful men anyway.

at least this will stop her from chasing Yi.

and possibly making a mistake she'll regret.

please end me

inspired by @cinnamon-grump and our beautiful pessimism.

[utsutrpg]

▌ 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗹𝗵𝘂

┄ 蹂躙するは我が手にて

📖 みやした 様

𝗞𝗣

兎月

𝗣𝗟

𝖧𝖮𝟣 ┄ Aubrey･White ⇢ さくら

𝖧𝖮𝟤 ┄ Jerena T.Redhead ⇢ らも

𝖧𝖮𝟥 ┄ Claudia Southern'Cross ⇢ 都々逸

𝖧𝖮𝟦 ┄ Rihitā・fon・aruzennahato ⇢ フラスコ

𝗘𝗡𝗗 ｜2名生還･2名戦死

最高な蹂躙でした

[ramo-trpg]

CoC『蹂躙するは我が手にて』By みやした 様

KP　兎月さん

HO1：Aubrey･White｜さくらさん

HO2：Jerena T.Redhead｜らも

HO3：Claudia Southern′Cross｜都々逸さん

HO4：Rihitā・fon・aruzennahato｜フラスコさん

END　-　2生還2ロスト

「覚えているとも」

[444names]

Names generated from Latin given names

Abanus Aberico Aberinus Abraphideus Abrathio Abroclemus Achus Acratius Adalus Adasia Aderis Adernus Adesium Adhemonius Adomyrippus Adonius Adrio Adrus Aetraha Aetus Agadardus Agarianesia Agnius Agnomoeada Agonicus Agous Albal Albariphus Albelitus Albio Albis Alemilis Alepadox Amachus Amael Amarimes Amarus Amatal Andus Annicio Annidalavus Anser Antes Anthematus Anthona Antigo Antius Apolena Appocus Appoles Arcanna Archilias Archus Ariasimus Arica Aricles Arimus Ariphnus Arippellaus Artis Asasimedus Asparcus Aspax Augus Autartus Auxilus Auxisilias...

Baenanianus Balicus Balitrinus Bathil Batus Beaphes Beaphocrax Beatalvinio Beleccish Beliphus Beris Berix Berus Blaamus Blescleva Brannimo Brata Bredus Brena Bromaginus Budiclear Budippax Cacca Caiscus Caltelavus Calutia Canus Caphon Cardus Casicus Casius Casta Castoparcho Chaedus Chaelphus Chaemus Challustus Chamadis Chara Chris Chroclavus Chrolus Chrontelish Chrylavus Chrysiphes Citaris Citater Cladimus Claurus Clenet Clessulavus Clevas Curber Curchus Curenorax Cyamachus Cylocra Cyncisius Cyndis Daecchus Daetus Delio Delus Dematus Demiphus Demirucus Demoemia Dinus Dinutycorus Diorachus Domas Domus Domyratius Dordus Dorgium Dorus Draccitus Drasdrisca Ecbel Ecbelus Egengardica Egerates Egerix Egerlanus Elemus Elisclio Epilompium Ergius Ergyra Eridisses Eripus Etharciones Etletron Eucleora Eugeno Eupolever Eurelrelus Eurmiro Eurus Eutius Eutylocus Feleminius Feles Felicana Feratus Fidolphanus Firgius Firsis Firus Forus Franatepho Fratius Friarus Frideaenos Frippaterus Gainus Gallio Galos Galvi Gelas Gelauus Gelita Genorus Geophemirus Gerio Geris Gerucles Gides Giveriana Goysagartus Goysipus Goysium Griffince Grinus Guarcus Guardano Guarylus Guntius Gympius Gymus Hadam Hadas Hamia Haricus Helmus Henus Hiengathaes Hiphanelio Hiphas Hiphompel Hippus Hirobra Hugus Iaccissidox Iacus Iampidicus Iamus Ianus Iaphesius Igninus Ioandus Ioano Isisgous Iusius Jerena Jundus Junimeria Junonio Karobechon Labratinus Latavus Latio Latobius Lauus Lemaculus Leoles Leonio Levicleus Linaeus Ludes Ludimirus Ludinus Ludorus Ludovi Lyches Lychus Lycles Magous Marcha Margidus Marix Matincenrix Megadessa Megio Melaremis Melauus Melio Melmus Menius Metus Micus Milla Miloprolla Miltopor Miscapha Miserolus Mnestus Myridestius Myrocras Mysia Mystavus Naiscus Nechus Nicar Niclis Nicommaeus Nicus Olycotia Olymnasmus Olyphnus Oronicepa Orotia Panio Panioneta Papho Papolexil Pargyr Pariadnes Pastinus Pellavus Pelrentisca Penius Pentius Penuallus Petes Petha Phaeus Phamerum Phamus Phana Phariadoris Pharis Phartus Philces Philio Philom Philpilox Philus Phimo Phinus Phium Phius Phonia Phosiculus Phrippus Phygiderus Phygius Phylus Pistolus Piumis Pleodollaus Poleodomus Polepho Poles Poletus Poliezer Poliscledam Pollosium Pollyphon Polus Pomas Pomus Posentippax Pricardus Prisius Prius Psertasius Pserus Ptoliscus Putiphalus Qualio Quina Quinus Racca Radachus Radimera Raphaenasis Raphio Reniasius Renica Renonicus Renoricobus Robis Romirgyron Saldaris Salis Salisa Salius Sallus Sandimirus Santhius Sarca Sarus Satines Sattamus Scanus Scenosimes Scodostil Seleomilio Serippono Simistus Simus Soclavus Sopha Sosium Sotillia Sotin Spata Stacus Stamedrix Stamus Stavus Strahaeus Stranes Stroles Sulannorus Sulfreorus Syntius Syrrhiltoco Tanaena Tanaquis Tanus Tedalla Tedancerus Tedus Telmus Terus Tesia Themerlas Themiltotio Themio Themircio Theodeaeus Theoderio Theodostio Theomaemis Theophue Theophus Tibia Tibish Toxenris Tranuartus Tratepa Tycles Tycobio Tyntinides Verisa Vesium Vidor Vladomptio Vlaebon Vlaus Vlavus Voraphescla Vorgadamia Vortes Willus Woiionaimis Yseno Zengloxen Zengrisla Zenianus Zenidos Zenio Zenodometa Zentus Zoiiodordus

[jontheketeld]

Sere knows

I just found out how to get this reaction from my femboy bf by calling him a "good boi~♡" and he can't take it but it's just so much fun to tease it's hard to stop. Today I'd a good day, try calling your bf/gf/nf "your such a good boi/girl" and for nb's pick a soft part and call it "super cute".

[jerena-arts]

[amanda-glassen]

Almost Grown Up

Warnings: trigger warnings for blood and for gender identity discussion

Characters: Olivia Benson, Serena Benson

@storiesofsvu Bingo Square: “C’mere, let me hold you.”

Summary: Much to her horror, thirteen-year-old Olivia starts her period one early Saturday morning and worries she’ll turn into her mother. 

“What the－”

Thirteen-year-old Olivia woke up to a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. As the only girl in her group of friends to not have started her period, she had an idea what this meant just by listening to the horror stories that they told. During that time of the month, her cousin Abbie wasn’t comfortable running track and her girlfriend Alex was very argumentative…or at least more argumentative than usual. Olivia began to wonder what she, herself, would be like each month. Most importantly, she wondered how she was going to work up the nerve to tell anyone. 

She wanted to tell her stepmom Jamie. She knew Jamie was her safest bet. Jamie would be calm and rational and not start crying about how her baby was growing up. She also wasn’t a “girly girl” like her mom, which is what Olivia feared she would turn into now.

But it was a Saturday morning and Jamie usually went to the gym on Saturday mornings with her uncle Kyle. She now had no choice but to tell her mom.

On the way to the master bedroom, Olivia found her mom’s purse in the living room and grabbed a couple of Advil tablets. Thank goodness my mom is always hungover and keeps these in her purse.

She noticed her mom’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, so she quietly pushed it open to find her mom still asleep.

“Mom,” Olivia whispered. When her mom didn’t wake up, she gently shook her. “Mom!”

“Hi, baby,” Serena responded sleepily. “You’re up early. Is everything okay?”

Olivia wanted to tell her mom everything, but the words wouldn’t form. Instead, she started crying and she couldn’t get herself to stop.

Serena pulled the covers back and motioned for her daughter to lie down next to her. “C’mere, let me hold you.”

There was safety and warmth and comfort in her mom’s arms just like there had always been and, in that moment, Olivia realized she needed her mom more than ever.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Serena said as she stroked her hair. 

“I know,” Olivia sleepily responded. Her mom smelled like lavender. It was calming and Olivia wanted nothing more than to let her mom cuddle her so she could go back to sleep. But then she felt…the gush.

She freed herself from her mom’s embrace and ran over to the bathroom, grateful that her mom had the master bedroom and the distance wasn’t far.

Olivia still wasn’t ready to tell her mom, but the new stains on her underwear and pajama pants were a dead giveaway, so she knew she no longer had a choice.

“Mom!” Olivia called out. “Mom, can you bring me a pair of pajama pants and some underwear…” Olivia looked under the sink and noticed her mom only had tampons. No, not the plugs. Jamie has to have some pads around here. Jamie was down to her last one, but that one was all Olivia needed…for now.

Olivia heard her mom rush out of the room before knocking on the bathroom door less than a minute later. “Baby, can I come in?”

“Uh, not yet,” Olivia panicked. She had turned the water on and placed her underwear in the sink. Is this Bath and Body Works soap strong enough to get the stains out? My underwear looks like a crime scene. “Can you just leave the clean underwear and pajama pants in front of the door and I’ll pick them up in a few seconds?”

“Olivia,” she heard her mom chuckle. “I know you’re trying to get blood stains out, so either you started your period or you’ve dismembered a body in there. Either way, I think I should know about it.”

“Leave the goods and walk away.”

“Olivia,” her mom continued to knock.

“I don’t have any underwear on.”

“Olivia Margaret Benson,” Serena said in a tone of voice that Olivia knew all too well. A lecture is coming on. “You literally came from my body. I used to bathe you.”

“Used to,” Olivia reminded her. “Things have changed, hence our current situation here.”

“Fine,” her mom responded. “I’m leaving your stuff at the door and giving you one minute to change. After that I’m going in. I need to make sure you put the pad on right.”

“It’s not rocket science, Mom. Sticky side down and then flap the wings over.”

“Maybe I just wanna hold my baby. Besides, you’re a noob when it comes to this. You don’t know how to get blood stains out.”

My mom is the most cheugy woman ever. “Fine,” Olivia groaned, before realizing her mom had just said ‘fine’ a few seconds ago. It’s happening. I’m already becoming her. 

Olivia was given sixty seconds to change and she made sure to get good use of her time even if she nearly tripped over herself in the process. 

Olivia sat on the counter and waited for her mom to come in, knowing that she wouldn’t wait a second longer than the time she had given Olivia to get ready.

Her mom walked in carrying a bottle of Dawn. For the first few years of her life, Olivia thought that bottle contained a magic potion because her mom used it to clean everything from mac and cheese that was stuck on the plate to grass stains on her uniform after one of her softball games. Her mom’s curly hair was now in a messy ponytail and she had thrown one of Jamie’s old hoodies over her camisole. “So, where’s the body?” Serena asked as she looked at the blood-stained underwear and pants in the sink. 

Olivia rolled her eyes. She wondered how her mom could make jokes at a time like this, a time when her life was so clearly over and she was condemned to a monthly hell. Without saying another word, her mom went over to the sink and started to scrub the stains. The harder her mom scrubbed, the more she started to cry, and it was at that moment that Olivia realized this was a huge milestone for her mom, too.

“Mommy,” Olivia said as she wrapped her arms around her waist from behind.

“I’m sorry,” Serena managed to say through her sobs. “I know you’re growing up, but it seems like just yesterday I was holding you for the first time.”

At thirteen, it was only on rare occasions that Olivia liked to be held. The sight of her mom crying was always one of those occasions because she knew it made her feel better.

Serena turned around so she could place a kiss on her forehead. “My big baby. Holding you always makes everything better, but today is supposed to be about you. Do you have any questions about this? Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Yeah…maybe,” Olivia hesitated. She had several questions, maybe even hundreds, most of which concerned the possibility of an identity crisis, but Olivia still wasn’t sure how to address that topic. Instead, she took the underwear and pajama pants that her mom had just hand-washed and draped them over the shower curtain rod for her mom to put in the dryer later.

They sat on her mom’s bed in silence while Olivia worked up the nerve to say something. 

“I was fourteen my first time,” Serena told her and Olivia was grateful one of them had broken the silence. “Be grateful you started at home. I was at a pool party on Labor Day weekend, a couple of days before my first day of high school. I had just moved back from London and my best friend invited me to a pool party at her house. I was the first one there so I could help her set up. That’s when it happened. I didn’t want to be the only one who wasn’t in the pool so she told me to wear a tampon. I had no idea how to use one. I thought I put it in right, but…” Serena covered her face and threw herself back on the bed. “I have never told anyone this story and this stays between us. I am going to tell you about the most embarrassing moment of my teenage life because you’re my daughter and I love you and I want you to feel better.”

“Tell meee,” Olivia urged her. 

Serena sat back up and tried to tell the story despite the fact that she couldn’t stop laughing. “I was talking to this guy. Cute, blonde surfer type. Looked like a Hollister model. He seemed really into me. We were talking and he told me there was a string loose from my bikini bottoms. Remember, he was a 14-year-old boy so he had no idea what it was. I’m too focused on him to realize what string he’s talking about and that my tampon string is hanging out, so without thinking, I yank on it really hard and out comes my bloody tampon for him to see.”

“No!”

“Yes!” Serena laughed. “Twenty-one years later and I’m still so embarrassed for that 9th grade version of myself.”

“Mom, you’re lying.”

“I wish I were. Before I pulled that string, I thought I had a chance at starting high school with a cute surfer boyfriend. I was already thinking of our matching puka shell necklaces. But once he saw that blood-soaked tampon, he literally ran away and never talked to me again. He ended up telling everyone. I had to call my dad to pick me up because I couldn’t face anyone after that.”

“Some boys are so weak,” Olivia scoffed. “If that happened to Alex, I’d still love her.”

Serena tousled Olivia’s hair. “That’s because you’re a gentleman.”

Gentleman. The word brought Olivia back to the problem at hand. “Mom…”

She felt her mom start to gently caress her back. “What’s the matter, Olliegator? Are you cramping? Do you need some Advil?”

“No,” Olivia shook her head. “I took a couple from the hangover stash in your purse.”

“Hey,” Serena slightly chuckled. “Give your mom a little credit. The hangover Advil is in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom like a civilized adult. The purse Advil is for the stress headaches you give me when you don’t do your homework.”

“Mom,” Olivia groaned. 

“Olivia,” Serena mimicked her tone. Her mom wrapped her arms around her and Olivia felt that comforting feeling again. Her mom’s shampoo and the smell of fabric softener on her hoodie made Olivia feel as safe as she did when she was a little kid. 

Olivia bit her lip, preparing herself for what she was about to ask. “Mom, when did things change for you?”

“What do you mean, Olliegator?”

Olivia thought back to the pictures she had seen of her mom when she was a kid. “In the photo albums I saw at Grandma’s house, you were at baseball games and football games with Grandpa and you wore jerseys and caps. You also liked to climb trees and rollerblade. Now you wear makeup and heels and dresses and you’re such a…girl. Is that gonna happen to me, too? Am I gonna have to give up basketball and softball and everything I love?”

Although there was a look of absolute terror on her daughter’s face, Serena couldn’t control her laughter. “Baby, is that what this is all about?”  

“Yeah, kinda.”

“My baby,” Serena kissed her temple. “Going from a tomboy to what you and Jamie call a girly girl wasn’t something that happened overnight and no one forced it on me. My interests just changed as I grew up. Believe it or not, but your interests have already changed from when you were a little kid. If they hadn’t, you’d still be watching Paw Patrol like you did when you were in kindergarten. I wear makeup and heels and dresses because that’s what I like and that’s the kind of woman that I want to be, but that doesn’t mean that’s how you have to be. You get to define who you want to be on your own terms. Just look at Jamie. Starting her period didn’t mean she had to start wearing dresses and makeup. I don’t think a single picture exists of her in a dress after age five. If you want to keep your hair cropped and never ever wear makeup and you only want to shop in the young mens’ department, then you do you and I’ll be okay with that. Hell, even if you wanted to change your name to Oliver, then that’s fine, too. If anyone says otherwise, they’ll have to take that up with me.”

“Mom?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Thank you for being my mom.”

“It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it. Thank you for being my Olliegator,” Serena smiled at her. “And, you know what? Starting your period isn’t all that bad. It can be a beautiful thing.”

“How?”

“Without it, I wouldn’t have you.”

Olivia shut her eyes as tightly as she could. “Oh, Mom, yuck. Why did you have to Mom up the moment like that?”

“Smartass,” Serena said as she playfully pinched her daughter’s arm. “What do you want for breakfast? Jamie’s not here, so we get to dig into the junk food stash that she hates.”

Olivia nearly leapt out of the bed. “Can we have chocolate chip waffles with Nutella on top?”

“For our secret breakfast? Anything you want, Olliegator.”

After breakfast, Olivia was going to tell her mom that she needed to buy pads, but her mom had an entire supply ready for her along with a pouch to carry them in at school and a small bottle of Advil to keep in her backpack. Her mom had taken care of everything and, when she was cramping even worse later that afternoon, her mom was ready with a heating pad, some cranberry tea, and Olivia’s favorite movies.  She started to see her mom differently that day. She was funny and caring and would always have her back no matter what. Okay, maybe it’s not the end of the world if I become her. 

[noitsnotshortformildred]

This is my official petition for @justalittleghostwriter aka GHOSTIE to write us all the Christmas Jerena fluff

I NEED MY FLUFFY JERENA CHRISTMAS

[ginamanx]

considering how thirsty for Jerena you are

[theofficialjerenablog]

Cupcakes at Midnight

The first story in the "Amanda Collection", in honor of @wine-drunk-on-elizabeth and her birthday week. A little snippet of a Jerena AU that's been swimming around in my head for a while.

Serena was gently startled awake by the sound of rhythmic tapping on her window. She looked at the clock, wondering if it was the rats again and reaching for the corkscrew she kept on her keys. “It’s midnight… who the fu-”

“Ser! Open up! It’s me!”

“Jamie?” Serena called out softly, looking behind her to make sure her door was shut. Jamie had been their upstairs neighbor and best friend for as long as Serena could remember. As they’d grown together, so had their feelings for each other. Jamie was her first kiss, her first time, her first love. And though Serena’s parents did not approve, preferring that Serena focus on her studies and her status as a blossoming socialite among the wealthy in Manhattan, Serena loved Jamie and wouldn’t give her up for anything in the world.

They’d talked about running away together once they’d saved up enough and Serena yearned for the day that they could get in Jamie’s car and drive without ever looking back.

“Jay, what are you doing? My mother will hang you from the fire escape by your toes,” Serena whispered as she pushed the window open, stepping back to give Jamie space to climb in. She smiled despite the worry that they’d get caught, letting her girlfriend pull her in for a quick kiss.

“I’m here,” Jamie started, unwrapping a small white pastry box that she had bundled up in her leather jacket, “because I needed to be the first to wish my girl a very happy birthday.”

Serena felt her smile split her cheeks, mirroring Jamie’s goofy, lovesick grin. “Oh Jamieson, you’re such a sap.”

“I am and you love me for it,” Jamie replied right on cue, pulling her lighter out of her pocket and lighting the tiny pink candle that stood in the middle of the elaborately decorated cupcake before holding the box up to Serena. “Don’t forget to make a wish, preciosa.”

Serena nodded, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, wishing that she could share a million moments like this with Jamie for the rest of their lives before blowing out the candle and leaning forward to kiss her beaming girlfriend. “I love you, Jay.”

“I love you more, Ser,” Jamie murmured, stealing another kiss before pocketing her lighter and handing Serena the box. “I brought drinks and your first birthday present.” Serena stuck her finger in the icing as she watched Jamie reach out to the fire escape, returning with two plastic champagne flutes, a small bottle of champagne and a sparkly, pink gift bag.

“Drinks or presents first?” Jamie asked, swinging the gift bag on her finger in front of Serena. Serena rolled her eyes, snatching the bag playfully and peeking inside. “I unwrap, you uncork Jamieson.” Sticking her hand into the bag, she gasped when her fingertips met what felt like velvet. Meeting Jamie’s gaze, she pulled out the small velvet box.

“I promise it’s not what you’re thinking it is,” Jamie teased, slowly uncorking the champagne and pouring the bubbly liquid into their cups. “Not yet at least,” she added with a wink, and Serena felt slightly relieved and the tiniest bit disappointed all at the same time. She opened the box slowly, her confusion growing when she saw a key. “Is this going to lead to some sappy speech about me owning the key to your heart Jamieson?” she asked, grinning when Jamie snorted softly and rolled her eyes.

“No… but just because of that I promise you’ll get a sappy speech later,” Jamie retorted, setting their drinks on the windowsill before taking Serena’s hand in her own. When their eyes met, Serena felt the ever-familiar butterflies explode in her stomach and she let herself melt into the love swirling in Jamie’s warm eyes.

“You know how I told you I’ve been working more hours at my uncle's restaurant?” Jamie started, sounding slightly nervous.

“Yeah?” Serena said with a nod, giving her girlfriend time to build up to what she was trying to say, though her curiosity was building rapidly into her usual impatience.

“And you know how there’s an apartment right above it that’s barely a one bedroom?”

Serena’s heart started pounding in her chest, her eyes flicking to the gleaming silver key briefly and then back up to Jamie’s. “Yeah?”

Jamie took a deep breath, squeezing Serena’s hand and smiling warmly. “Well, those extra hours I’ve been working have been to save up the money to put the deposit down on that place. My cousins and I fixed it up, painted and remodeled as much as we could and… Serena it’s ours, it’s not much, but it’s ours. And I guess I…”

Serena blinked back the tears she felt building in her eyes. She wasn’t a crier, but with Jamie it was like all her walls crumbled instantly and she could feel the emotion building in her throat. “Jay…”

“It’s nothing like what your parents want you to have but…” Jamie swallowed hard, eyes pleading with Serena. “I would love it if… if you would move in with me… so that we can start our life together. Just like we’ve talked about ever since we were kids kissing out on the fire escape.”

She couldn’t help the tears anymore, so she didn’t, and as she threw her arms around Jamie’s neck and kissed her, Serena couldn’t think of anything she could want more.

“Is that a yes?” Jamie asked softly, their lips brushing together.

“Duh Jamieson, now shut up and kiss me.”

[unnatural--disaster]