#Sapphic Snakes

[viceandmature]

Bi the way, we are who we are.

[caroldanversenthusiast]

HOLY SHIT TESSA 😵

[theamazingellie]

I don’t wanna sleep I just wannna keep lovin you - Johanna Mason

short Johanna fluff drabble because my girl needs so much love <3

You wouldn’t even have to open the door all the way before Johanna Mason would stroll right passed you and up to your bedroom. 

Uncharacteristically, on nights like this, she wouldn’t say anything. She would just hold her head up high and sit herself down on your bed, starting to get comfortable. She was a strong woman but everyone needed affection sometimes, right? Even Johanna, even Johanna, who pushed away anyone who ever offered a hand or reached out with friendship.

Somehow she had begun to trust you. Well, trust you enough to not make a big deal out of this type of situation, this type of need. 

She waited patiently, legs hanging off the side of your mattress as you entered the room. Her eyes were unfocused, her hair messy, as if she had just woken up from a terrible dream.

“Rough night?” you ask sympathetically, making your way over to her.

“No,” Johanna deadpanned. “It was great; Infact, I had a fantastic night. That’s why I look like I just got mauled by a bear and spit back out of hell.” 

Her lips flickered up into a condescending smile at the end but she could only hold the look for a moment. The fire she usually held when she spoke had been dampened, as if someone put a soaked cloth over small flames, reducing them only to tame ember.

You kissed her cheek and got into bed, holding your arms ever so slightly out, inviting her in. She took you up on the offer, sliding in and resting her head on your chest. She stretched her arms around your stomach, pulling herself closer.

You had sunken down into your bed lower, allowing Johanna to nuzzle her head into the crook of your neck. You rub her back slightly and she traces up and down your arm with her short nails.

“Was it a nightmare? I couldn’t sleep either,” you say softly, not wanting to scare her off.

“I can tell, you look like shit,” Johanna almost smiles. She had obtained a rasp in her voice that slowly crept in with drowsiness.

“I could say the same for you, Jo.”

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Alright.”

It’s best not to push Johanna when this happens, as it is probably the closest anyone has every seen her to vulnerability in years. Your hands found her hair and slowly stroked through them. 

“I’m-“ Johanna starts, sounding more tired and more on edge than a moment ago. “I’m sorry. It was a nightmare by the way, I just-“ 

Her eyes closed and her pause was long enough for you to think she dozed off mid-sentence. 

“I just need to be with someone tonight.” 

You look down at her and she looks up, still running one of your hands through her hair you simply say, “I know.” 

She put her head back down into your neck and you move your hand to the small of her back to pull her closer. 

“I need you too,” but by the time you got the sentence out, sweet, fiery, angry Johanna, was asleep on your chest.

[daddycassie]

A day by the lake with miss Lucy Gray 🌼

Pairing ~ Lucy Gray Baird x Fem!Reader - 2,021 words

Warnings: Fluff to Smut, a lot of foreplay, back clawing(very briefly), bondage, praise, woah this is kinky, Lucy gray being a sub

It was early evening when your lover dragged you down to her favorite spot by the lake. She was a sweetheart in all her glory, you watch her twirl, her lavender sundress fanning out around her as you spin her playfully. Lucy Gray nearly topples over with delighted laughter, she honestly might have had she not gripped onto your shoulders for balance. When she gazes to you with lovesick, brown eyes you simply have to kiss her.

She smiles happily against your lips before setting out her favorite(only) picnic blanket. “It’s warm enough to go swimming.” You tell her thoughtfully. Lucy Gray nods, “Did you want to?” She asks. You nod back, easily undressing down to your undergarments. You were oblivious to the way she stared.

You didn’t exactly have swimsuits, so bra and underwear would have to do. When you speed off and cannonball into the water Lucy Gray watches your every step. Briefly, she folds up your clothes and proceeds to undress herself too. She walks over and drapes her legs into the water, sparkling eyes searching the deep blue for you.

You grab your lover by the legs from under the dock and she shrieks, loud and high pitched. Your laughter follows and she tries her best to glare at you. “Y/n, what the hell?!” Lucy Gray crosses her arms, bringing another smile to your face. You pull her into the water, to her great displeasure and she holds onto you tightly. “You’re too cute hon.” You say with a kiss to her nose.

Lucy Gray can’t help the smile it brings to her face. “You’re so mean to me, you know?” She says softly. “Yeah well at least I can swim.” Your girlfriend’s face flushes at the tease. “I can swim, I just… prefer to be near you, because I love you so, SO much.” She solidifies the statement with an eager kiss.

You don’t know how much you believe her words, but you kiss back anyway, caressing the exposed small of her back. Lucy Gray is smooth and warm, and you’re afraid you might start getting a little handsy when cold water hits you in the face. The way Lucy Gray giggles mischievously tells you it was her doing. “Got it up my nose you lil shit.” You huff.

“Mhmmm,” she hums, “but you wouldn’t still be kissin’ me if you were mad.” You hated that she just knew everything — or at least acted like she did. You deepen the kiss suddenly and her eyes fly open in shock. She looks at you and you stare back. She’s quick to relent, letting her eyes flutter shut as her arms wrap around your neck.

One of your hands goes to Lucy Gray’s long hair, gently tugging and kneading there. Your other hand squeezes her hip, caressing it with your thumb. You feel the way your songbird’s heart thuds in her chest. The way her breath hitches. The way her hips press against you and you simply can’t resist—

She pulls away, taking a deep breath and you’re brought back to your senses. “Mmh, careful there.” Lucy Gray chuckles nervously. “I’m always careful.” You whisper, and kiss her jaw. Her eyes snap shut again and her legs hook around you. “Sure you are…” she mumbles back. Your hand moves down from her hair, to the small of her back again.

You want to turn her around and kiss a pattern down it till she quivers beneath you. You revel in the way Lucy Gray whines into the evening air. In this lighting she looks like a goddess, to you she is. She looks down at you while you lean in and kiss her vulnerable neck.

Lucy Gray bites her lip. Especially when you start biting. Tears prick at the corners of her cute doe eyes. “Y/n, baby, m-maybe we should get out of the water?” She offers faintly. “Mm. Right, blanket?” Lucy Gray nods in quick agreement to your words.

It’s not very difficult to carry her over to the little picnic blanket, even less so to lay her down. As soon as you’re leaning over her she presses her hips up against you with a quiet whimper. It’s warm, you note, she must be pretty desperate. You pull her hair again so her head leans back and her neck is bared.

As soon as she’s vulnerable again, you continue to make quick work of kissing and biting her neck. Lucy Gray’s continued little noises are quite the reward, and you decide it may be time to be a little cruel. Revenge for the splashing, after all. You drop your hips down on hers, effectively pinning them down against the blanket. She groans loudly in response, her breath is warm and steamy. Your lover’s muscles tense in failed attempts to buck her hips and you can’t help smirking. “What’s wrong Lucy Gray?” You coo to her. “Please… don’t be cruel.” Lucy Gray breathes her words. You love the way her nails dig into your shoulders needily.

She cries out particularly loudly when you start sucking on her neck, leaving marks that will surely be hard to cover up later. You decide to tease her a little. “Those ones won’t be easy to cover up, maybe I should move… lower.” Lucy Gray moans at your words. “Please, yes.” She nods frantically.

You lift your hips off of hers, only to press your knee between her legs after, causing her to tremble. “Baby, baby please.” She sounds pitifully desperate. You peel away Lucy Gray’s wet bra and admire her for a while. Certainly, the beauty in front of you was blessed by Aphrodite.

You place your hand on her chest, and she quickly arches into the touch. “Good girl.” You speak without thinking. The noise she makes in response is absolutely filthy and the way she grinds into your knee… it’s irresistible. You want to hear that voice sobbing brokenly into your ear.

You squeeze, knead and pull her chest and her pretty moans continue. You drink in Lucy Gray’s voice like it’s the last time you’ll ever hear it. “Please, please—“ she’s cut off by a whine when you stand.

“Come back!” Lucy Gray bites her lower lip for a moment, trying to lure you back with a pleading look. You look back with a smirk, “I’ll be back sweetheart, I just need to grab something I promise you’ll like it.” She doesn’t seem convinced but doesn’t complain further as you walk off to the shed.

When you come back, Lucy Gray is sitting up, having undressed herself the rest of the way, she pouts. “You took too long.” She spoke with a sharp edge to her voice. That edge would melt like butter soon. “Sorry, I got you something.” You smile, pushing her back down to resume the previous position. You hold up a smooth piece of rope. “Think you’d be okay if I bind your wrists up?”

Lucy Gray’s eyes narrow and she nods, when it came to you she was sure she could trust that you would make sure she enjoyed herself. You ball up a small piece of white cloth. “And this?” You ask, knowing she’ll understand what you’re asking. Again, she nods. Carefully, you adjust the position so that Lucy Gray is laying belly down propped up on her elbows, you hold yourself on top of her still.

You bring your lover’s wrists to your lips and kiss her pulse points, you can feel her fast heart beat. You tie her wrists out in front of her, assuring her comfort as you tighten and knot it. Lucy Gray tests its security with a couple tugs and then a thumbs up. You gesture for her to open her mouth and use the white cloth as a gag, if her short hum says anything, she’s definitely pleased.

Once she’s ready, you continue toying with her chest. Lucy Gray pants heatedly, the longer you tease, the mistier she seems. By the time you become bored of messing with her breasts she’s covered in a sheen of sweat. When she looks back at you, you see the dark lust in her eyes.

Your hands travel down her navel, and she groans into the cloth gag, pressing back flush against you. She was a little overwhelmed, but in the best way possible, she feels dizzy when you spread her legs apart. “That’s it, wider now. You’re doing so good.” Her honey eyes glaze out of focus and the world seems hazy when you praise her.

When you finally touch her sensitivity, Lucy Gray wants many things. She wants to slap you, she wants you to touch her, she wants to yell at you, she wants you to hurry up and fuck her already. She whines into the gag, hoping it would urge you to do something. The brunette feels great relief when you actually do, she presses her face down into the blanket as your fingers caress her clit.

Her hips jolt and her thighs tremble while you touch the bundle of nerves, she tries for louder moans but the gag makes it hard. You snicker behind her as she clenched tightly around nothing. Lucy Gray attempts a huff, but it turns into a whine when you circle her slit.

She squeezes her teary eyes shut and tries to plead with you, but there isn’t much she can do but squirm while you teethe at her neck roughly. She can feel each mark left behind, and it stings in just the right way that makes her eyes roll. You continue teasing her entrance, her muffled whimpers tell you all you need to know about how good it feels. Her hips grind down, rewarding her with a bit more friction, but not enough.

Lucy Gray feels your free hand on her chest, and you flick her there softly. She only trembles harder, her elbows struggling to support her. Finally, finally, you press one finger into her and with how overstimulated she feels it’s enough to make her scream under the gag. She squirms and jerks and cries, and you think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Lucy Gray is beyond soaked, and not just because of the dip in the lake. Her walls feel searingly hot, and the tightness makes fingering her harder, but somehow more satisfying. You press in the second finger slower, trying not to hurt her too much. The smaller woman bites down on the cloth, nearly choking on it as she moans. You thrust slowly, trying to get her used to the feeling.

It takes a long time, and Lucy Gray feels like she’s being tortured from the slow in, out, in, out, in, out. It’s driving her mad at this point, so she pulls against her restraints, moaning against the feeling of restriction and bucks her hips repeatedly to set a faster pace. Lucy Gray’s neediness shows, and you decide to give in, a third finger joins your thrusts and your thumb circles her swollen clit.

Lucy Gray’s eyes roll back as she’s finally driven up the wall, she tightly grips the picnic blanket and cries out over and over. You wrap your free arm around your girlfriend’s waist to hold her still and go rougher, faster. The wet sounds of skin on skin and the filth frantically babbled from her lips are pleasure enough for you. “Good girl, cum for me.” You whisper in her ear, curling your fingers.

Lucy Gray tenses, finally coming undone on your fingers. Wetness drips on your hand and she limps against the blanket. You remove your hand, cleaning it off while Lucy Gray tries to catch her breath. You remove the gag and untie her so she can do so easier.

Lucy Gray moves with a slight groan, and lays her head on your lap, “That was…” she begins to speak, but doesn’t finish. “The best?” She nods to you and you play with her hair.

“I don’t think I can move my legs.”

“How tragic, you’re at my mercy.”

“Don’t even think about it Y/n.”

Note: sooo, technically this is my first written out smut, so take it easy on me, I’m workin on it :,) also uh, don’t know what id do exactly, but maybe part 2? Let me know if you guys want it. @lucygraysbabygirl

[thecatspasta]

Hi these are my wonderful wonderful new ocs they are doomed toxic yuri and I need them both dead a second time

Dol - She/He

Carter - She/It

They are both evil and also awful I love them they make me sick

[mswyrr]

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[venusnyo]

my tablet is broken so i have to use my mouse.........

[thegobbo]

Gotta love a woman who can KILL me.

[earthmegarah]

Name change!! And I am so happy with it. You already know my BP as Monty, but I've decided to name her after one of my most loved goddesses, Tiamat. This is going to be a bit long winded because I'm obsessed with ancient goddesses (and goddesses in general) and I love to share their ancient history because not many people in this modern world know too much about goddesses and gods.

In Babylonian mythology, Tiamat is a primordial mesopotamian goddess of the ocean and personification of chaos. evidence of Tiamat is the oldest known. It dates back to 2000 B.C.E. from Sumer and Babylon. At the beginning of Tiamat’s story, she personifies young and fertile motherhood, giving birth to a multitude of deity offspring. During this stage, Tiamat is described as calm and loving, she gave birth to the first generation of gods, but when her offspring turn murderous, killing her husband Apsu, Tiamat enters her second phase — her anger transforms her into a vengeful monster with five independent heads. Ultimately, this stage is Tiamat’s undoing, as her need for revenge and her formidable power leads her into battle with the storm god, Marduk, who split her body in half, the top portion of her body becoming the sky and the bottom became the earth and her tears created the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. She is considered the Mother of All and all Babylonian gods are her descendants. As described by the New World Encyclopedia:

“The entirety of the material creation was thus generated, with half of her body as the sky, the other half as the Earth, her ribs (or thigh bones) as the vault of Heaven and Earth, her monstrous udder as the mountains, her weeping eyes as the source of the Tigris and the Euphrates and her poisonous spittle as the earthly moisture (clouds, winds, rain, and fog).”

Tiamat’s multiple personalities represents the many stages of in a woman’s life, as well as prescribed gender roles relating to power and sexuality. Society negatively stereotypes older women, ultimately punishing them for their independence and ambition. Tiamat’s violent end is identified with the often complicated role powerful women face, both in ancient and modern times. Tiamat has the appearance of a dragon or a serpent. Sometimes, she is multi-headed, due to the modern influences from the Dungeons & Dragons, though there is no image dating to Mesopotamian times which has been identified as depicting this goddess. She is the elemental powerful force of chaos, the Mother of Everything, the self-procreating womb, the source of all life and all manifestation. Tiamat’s themes are history, change, spirituality, fertility, birth and creativity. Her symbols are reptiles and seawater.

I've always wanted to name my own snake after Tiamat and I should have just changed her name years ago after my brother gave her to me ✨

[danisbrainrot]

I love tigris too, fanfics about her are so little , so if you can do this one I'll be so grateful

Back when reader and Tigris were still in the academy, a misunderstanding occurred when Tigris mistakenly believed that reader was pursuing her boyfriend. In reality, reader was simply trying to become closer to Tigris through her boyfriend, unaware that he was Tigris's boyfriend since he never referred to her as such but rather as a friend.

Now, Tigris is a designer and reader is a model. They find themselves working on the same project. Despite the passing years, Tigris still harbors resentment towards reader. At some point during their interaction, Tigris might say something along the lines of "You wanted my boyfriend," to which reader would respond, "I didn't want your stupid boyfriend; I wanted you."

tigris x reader the drama??? the hopeless lesbians??? i love this idea!! i changed a few things to better fit the plot, so, sorry if it's not exactly how you wanted it to be. tw: misogyny, power imbalance??? (can models be in relationships with their designers?) and slightly ooc tigris. word count: 1402

it started in biology class. you were lab partners with atticus rhodes and had to go to his house to work on the assignment together. you were spending a lot of time together, both desperate for top marks, that he'd blow off hanging out with his girlfriend to work on it with you.

you were talking with atticus outside of class one day when the most gorgeous girl you'd ever seen approached the two of you. staring at her shamelessly, you couldn't help taking her all in. she pecks atticus' cheek, grabbing his hand and begging to go to lunch with her—you stood awkwardly, trying not to gape at her. he brushed her off, and you were dumbfounded by his reaction. she walks away, trying to hold back her tears.

“i didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” you had meant it as a statement, but it came out as more of a question. he shrugged, readjusting his book bag.

“yeah, tigris. she’s pretty cool, but she’s weirdly dismissive of hanging out at her house. she’s also boring in bed, i might dump her soon,” he remarked, looking at the crowd bustling through the house.

you scoff, rolling your eyes and walking away from him as you’re reminded just how disgusting men are. you’d honestly thought he was different—he’d treated you so nicely—but you supposed that was just an act to get good grades. you also thought he was an absolute idiot for wanting to dumb someone as beautiful as tigris—it was his loss, you supposed.

little did you know, he was really trying to get into your pants. so when he broke it off with tigris a few weeks later, when she begged to know why, he lied and used you as an excuse. she was so heartbroken, that she missed a few days of school. when atticus tried to get with you, you shot him down swiftly, explaining that not only were you not interested in men, but you found him deplorable. however, this conversation surprisingly never founds its way to tigris’ ears.

ever since then, tigris hated you for ruining her relationship. she avoided you for the rest of the year, glared at you when you entered the room—her younger cousin even spread a nasty rumour that you were sleeping with your teachers for better grades.

you couldn’t understand what you’d done to upset her so badly, especially considering you never even talked to atticus again after the assignment was finished. but now you’d been branded as a slut, a homewrecker and a whore—all because a boy lied.

you thought that once you graduated, you’d lose the titles, and everyone would move on; for the most part, your reputation as a slut had been completely forgotten. you were the capitol’s next up-and-coming model, about to hit your peak, while tigris was a well-renowned stylist. it only seemed like a matter of time before you two eventually worked together.

tigris did everything in her power to avoid booking you, but after a long conversation with one of her assistants, she realised she had to put aside her personal resentment towards you and do what was best for her new designer line.

when you walked up to the photoshoot, tigris greeted you as politely as she could and guided you to the backroom. you quickly got changed, praising her designs as the saccharine smile never leaves her face. you’re oblivious to the tension in the room—still unaware that atticus had left tigris for you. tigris wasn’t typically a spiteful person, but seeing how gorgeous you’d become only added to her already bitter feelings towards you. yet, when she tugged too hard on your hair, you hardly noticed, when she pulled the clothes too tight, you didn’t complain like most models would—you didn’t want to annoy her since she could easily make or break your career.

throughout the photoshoot, tigris couldn’t believe how perfect you were. you were stunning, did exactly as the photographer asked, and made her clothes look incredibly fashionable. she knew that, much to her chagrin, you’d feature in plenty more of her photoshoots after this one.

when the day was over, tigris had hoped to sprint out of there—but unfortunately for her, you blocked her exit. you invited her out to dinner, and how could she refuse?

so that’s how you ended up endlessly chatting to her about modelling and how hard it was to find actual gigs that paid more than $200, while she sipped from her wine glass. tigris would smile or nod her head every now and then, to confirm she was listening to you. it wasn’t until you mentioned how much she’d grown up since the academy, that she finally snapped.

tigris was a typically kind and gentle person, but after dealing with the fact she’d lost her cousin to his own selfish desires, her grandma’am dying and seeing you again, the comment was her last straw.

“why do you care how i’ve been doing since the academy? trying to see if i have a new boyfriend to steal?” she snaps.

you were stunned, staring at her in silence for a moment. it was awkward as she quickly sipped her third glass of wine, wondering if that was the reason she was so hot and bothered right now. finally, you collected your thoughts. “is that what you think happened? that i stole atticus from you?” you ask, leaning in closer to her.

flushing at the closeness, she nods. “that’s what he told me,” she replies. you snort, shaking your head as you feel laughter starting to bubble in your chest.

“atticus rhodes is a liar. when he left you, he came crawling to me, begging me to go out with him, then threw a tantrum when he found out i exclusively like girls,” you explain. her eyes widen, as her mouth falls open, forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.

“i didn’t know—”

“of course you didn’t. i always knew that the slut accusations happened because everyone thought atticus left you for me, but i didn’t know you started them,” you reply, heartbroken. you knew that she was hurt, and you’d assumed she partly blamed you, but it really hurt to think that even after all these years she saw you as some seductress set out to steal her future lovers.

you stood up abruptly, you seat scraping loudly against the floor as you lost any semblance of an appetite. tigris felt so guilty, that she watched you leave—her mind racing as she processed all this new information.

it wasn’t until you were outside, calling your friend to come pick you up, that tigris pulls you aside. she takes your hands in hers, leaning so close into you that you can smell the alcohol on her breath. “i’m sorry, i was so jealous of you for so long, when i should have been directing that anger at him. i never should have blamed you,” she apologises. “you were just so much prettier than me, so much more charismatic—”

“tigris, you’re so fucking gorgeous and it kills me that you can’t see that,” you interrupt. she pauses, pulling away from you. “in fact, the reason i’m upset isn’t because you think i’m a slut who stole your boyfriend, but because you don’t like me and i really want you to. can’t you see that i never wanted your stupid boyfriend? all i wanted was you.” it’s awkwardly silent for a moment, so you decide that it couldn’t hurt anymore, and lean into kiss her. her lips are soft and cool, which felt heavenly against your warm ones. she’s so stunned that she doesn’t kiss back; noticing this, you pull away, wondering if you’ve crossed the line.

she breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and you can’t read her expression. it shocks you when she leans down and smashes her lips against yours, pouring out all her resentment and anger over the years into the kiss. you reciprocate immediately, wrapping your arms around her neck and getting on your tippy toes to kiss her properly. you swear you can hear the sound of cameras clicking and flashes of light, but you don’t mind, because at that moment, all you cared about was the feel of tigris against you and the way she was kissing you.

[viceandmature]

Sacrilege Snake

[infernimaga]

My wish came true 🐍🖤

[daddycassie]

Volunteering for Lucy Gray Baird

note: trying the scenarios format because I’m obsessed with this woman and I used to write this way and did way better, so let me know what you like better!

🎶🕊️~ Lucy Gray wasn’t shocked when her name was called. Disturbed? Yes. But not shocked.

~ She’d been making her way to the front when she heard a familiar voice coupled with unfamiliar words. “I volunteer!”

~ You had to say it a few times to be heard on the stage, but Lucy Gray heard you loud and clear.

~The look she gave you, you’d have thought you rigged the reaping yourself.

~ Her eyes welled up as you approached the stage. She’d grab your arm, squeezing your sleeve with shaky fingers.

~ “Don’t do this.” Lucy Gray began, but you tugged away from her and walked away. You couldn’t look at your friend’s face when she cried. You were afraid Lucy Gray would convince you not to go anywhere, to let her go instead.

~You refused to look at her the whole time Jessup was reaped to go alongside you, but you could hear Lucy Gray crying.

~When you were escorted out you spared her a final look, you did love her after all.

~Lucy Gray was looking right back, you should’ve expected as much. Her brown eyes were fiery with emotion, you thought maybe she was angry.

~It didn’t take long for you to get the message. Survive this you damn fool. You could hear her saying it and that’s what you told yourself the whole train ride.

~When you got there you were greeted by a blonde boy who offered you a white rose. You narrow your eyes at it. “Let me guess, that’s for Jessup?”

~He didn’t have a good sense of humor to say the least, but he was determined, jumping into cage after cage after you and visiting you.

~You found his name to be Coriolanus Snow, but never referred to him as such, “snowflake” or “baby girl” seemed more fitting somehow. (Coryo did not agree)

~Didn’t take long for the games to begin, Lucy Gray didn’t have the heart to train with any weapon, but you sure did.

~Getting your hands on a sword was easy aside from Reaper throwing himself at you.

~You felt bad when Jessup was lost to the bloodbath, but that was remedied enough when you killed the boy who did it.

~There was one person you became allies with, little Wovey. You thought Lucy Gray would like her.

~You didn’t talk to her much, mostly dragged her along with you. Not that she needed any convincing.

~She was a great climber though! She could easily climb up into the stands, while you needed her help.

~When the snakes came, you and Wovey happened to have come down to take part in the fighting that was happening.

~She was gone so fast you had no time to mourn her, only running. Run. Run. Run.

~Reaper made no move to escape, but you heard Mizzen die rather loudly. Coral ran behind you as you scaled debris, remembering as many of Wovey’s tactics as possible.

~Coral calling for help was all you could hear, but, well… if you pushed her off then the games would end before the snakes ever reached you, right?

~It did not.

~You lay completely still, not even making an attempt to breathe as they slithered over you. You wondered if Lucy Gray was watching. If you were the only person left, why weren’t you being let out?

~It took a while, but your winning was announced.

~Everything else was a blur as you were delivered back home.

~Lucy Gray had waited for you at the train station for hours, without even knowing if the winner was you.

~She saw you first, and tackled you to the ground in a hug.

~Lucy Gray would cry a lot. “I thought I’d never see you again.” “Don’t ever do that again.” “I love you so much.”

~Your brain lagged over her words before you understood and clutched her desperately to your chest. “I love you too, so much.”

~She thought you deserved to be slapped, but instead she kissed you. Lucy Gray’s lips are dry, but warm. She’d probably forgotten to take a drink once in a while.

~The peacekeepers kicked you out of the train station, but that was fine, you two preferred to celebrate somewhere more private anyway.

~You lay next to Lucy Gray in her bed while she admired every detail of your face, her fingers trailing over your skin lovingly.

~She’d sing to you, hold you, kiss you, tell you how much she loved you.

~Lucy Gray falls asleep first anyway, and you hold her till you fall asleep too.

~It’s the hardest you’ve ever slept in your whole life.

Authors note: I debated between Y/n just dying or actually living but decided I needed to write more. If anyone wants a bad ending let me know. 👹

Also, I’m now taking requests for Lucy Gray because she’s the loml and I need more ideas for scenarios.

[whilereadingandwalking]

White Snake and Other Stories by Geling Yan, translated from the Chinese by Lawrence A. Walker, first caught my eye because of its queer title story. This interpretation of a gender-bending folk tale features a denounced ballerina and a mysterious official who calls on the bare, isolated home where she's under house arrest. I won't spoil it here, but the story, and its queerness, didn't disappoint.

All of Yan's stories in this collection are rich and explore the censorship, systemic violence, and silencing. People experience pockets of love or realness in a paralyzing environment of regimented duty and the need to survive in a society of scarcity. Women, in particular, are forced to sacrifice all kinds of things to find a place for themselves in a world where they have few options and few weapons at their disposal. One of my favorites was "Death of a Lieutenant," in which a man is forced to his breaking point in a story that pushes angrily against the normalizing of poverty, censure, and hunger.

This collection was all around excellent, and I'm glad I was drawn to it and finally pulled it off my to-read shelf! When I first hunted it down, it was difficult to find—you'll have the best luck on used book sites such as ThriftBooks.

Content warnings for homophobia, sexual harassment, suicide, abortion, sexual assault, ableism.

[katerynka-art]

Commission for Carota17 (FA) 🧡

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hunty necklace available on depop emmaeboddy

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