#all the single sapphics will do all those things with you but still be unsure if you like them back

[napping-sapphic]

I think we should create a Whatsapp group or something. We are all looking for a girlfriend somehow 😭. I want someone to cuddle with, and cook with, and laugh with...and go to the theatre with..and...oh well..I'm so single. This can't be right. 😩

It’s always so good in theory but in my experience sapphic group chats usually end up with everyone being too shy to talk to each other rip💀💀

I hope you find someone to do all those things with soon, I’m rooting for you <3

[mellyncholly]

tagged by my buddy stark (@lastquincy) to do this one! thank you :)

last song i heard:

"honey i'm home" by destroy boys. this was the only song from destroy boys (current favorite band) that i hadn't heard until a few days ago when bluejay literally made me listen to it and WOWWW. extremely catchy and the lyrics hit hard as fuck for me.

favorite color:

wouldn't you believe it. it's red. shades of red that could be classified as 'blood' or 'wine' are esp my favorites, and i also really like black. i started wearing more colors in 2023 (red, of course) but recently i've been leaning more into dressing punk and wearing mostly black.i love black

my favorite shades. however im a little bit twisted and i REALLY like any shade of red that is purely R and has no Gs or Bs.

this is a fucking angel to me ok.

last watched series:

my last watched "series" in general would technically be the walten files since a new one came out. by god those files really are walten. specifically in terms of TV though right now i'm watching the sopranos and sometimes mr. robot from time to time, both very good i'm enjoying them a lot especially the latter, although i think my last complete TV series was black mirror. some episodes weren't all too great in comparison to others but for the most part i really enjoyed it.

sweet/spicy/savory:

i'm very much a savory person. the taste is always so great but there is also something that feels so fulfilling about eating something savory compared to something that is sweet or spicy. i do enjoy a little sweetness or a little spice in my food sometimes though. writing this and thinking about food made me go boil a pot of water i want ramen so bad.

relationship status:

i'm single (SHGOULDN'T BE!!!!!) but i'm looking to try and meet people soon. i'm still a little unsure of my sexuality (probably bi lesbian?) but i'm almost certain of the person i am and who i wanna be so that's good. expressing myself sexually has become really important to me so even finding a fwb partner would be nice.

last thing i googled:

the last thing i googled was 'is ramen considered savory'. i was googling a lot of questions about what's considered 'savory' because i saw that question about preference between sweet and spicy and savory and immediately forgot what foods are classified as savory. i don't know how food works

current obsession:

oh my god don't even get me started. it's a four-way between signalis, monument mythos, walten files, and undertale right now. however i'd argue that walten files is only growing again right now and monument mythos for me is always a constant because i love it that much, so currently it would probably be signalis or undertale. i replayed undertale for the first time in at least 7 years in the last couple weeks and it was incredible especially because i could finally understand a lot of stuff i didn't understand or pick up on before, i vaguely got it when i was younger but i never picked up on the deeper, subtle characterization of so many of the characters and all of the details. undertale is an absolute masterpiece. another masterpiece i've been obsessed with is signalis. signalis was my first survival horror and it was an incredible, tense, tear-jerking experience. its such a beautiful and horrifying game about women and sapphic love and uuuuUUGGH it's PERFECT. the soundtrack is beautiful, amazingly composed and performed, the graphics are perfect for the vibe it's trying to go for. the characters all have fun designs and the main characters and story are all so intriguing it just keeps me thinking about the metaphorical themes of it all. signalis is a huge inspiration to me and i have so many thoughts about it please check it out.

last thing i read:

the last thing i read was chainsaw man! i LOVE chainsaw man and it's another massive inspiration for me...asa mitaka makes me feel so fuckin happy. autistic high school girl that i relate to so deeply. last time i read it, the story left off at a pretty big point so i should definitely pick it back up again before i start getting far behind again. the story was going somewhere that i thought was extremely interesting so i'm excited to see how it continues.

something i've been looking forward to:

in the long-term, i'm looking forward to a lot of things in the summer! i'm turning 21, going on a road trip to see a concert and visit a friend across the state, going to anthrocon, and maybe doing some stuff for pride! i'll be doing all of this with two of my best friends in the world and i'm really excited, although i am definitely nervous about the road trip since i'll be the one driving but i think it'll be OK since i'll have my friends with me :) i think this summer will be great because of all of the above but this also feels like it's gonna be the first summer where i won't be almost entirely focused on my job and i feel like myself!

i don't have anyone in particular that i want to tag for this but if you want, feel free to make a post like this :)

[the-darklings]

Heyyy, I honestly love your writing and was wondering can we have more Clara x reader, please??

what if I told you I have an entire E-rated mini-series half done for clara x reader set in an original world???

but yes, always, always yes for her.

pairing: clara (v) x f!reader

wc: 1.3k+

verse: coa; post the hunt, pre-john's wedding

notes: reader is part of the continental staff

“You’re back.”

Words slip past your lips without you meaning to say them; more of a strained exclamation of surprise than a casual greeting.

The woman halts in her tracks (is she limping?) and rotates her neck. Lips pressed in a bloodless line, the Vipress’ wan expression slices into you like a dull knife. Her chestnut hair hangs limp and soggy with water around her face. Her jaw rigid and her body tense.

Dark eyes squint at you, scanning, and you note the way her deft fingers twitch against her thigh, fighting back an impulse to reach for a weapon. You heard about the Hunt. Heard about all the awful things she was put through before eventually settling with Camorra. There were rumours about their protection being extended towards her. Some say she slept her way into it, namely through Santino D’Antonio who you have to admit has an intense interest in her. Others say she agreed to be Giovanni’s spy, others believed it was all a ploy by Viggo Tarasov to unleash a snake inside the Italian ranks.

Truth is you don’t believe any rumours you’ve heard about her. You recall a woman who used to shadow John Wick with a grin sharper than her blades. But she never struck you as conniving or cruel. She’d been… kind. Kinder than most people you’ve dealt with. In such subtle, unexpected ways. Gratitude few extend for those beneath them, inquiring about your day, or idle conversation. You often wondered if she was lonely. As lonely as you. If that’s why she was so kind.

Everyone wears a mask, but the Vipress always allowed you to see more. Or used to.

A permanent cloud of restless misery seems to hang over her since her ill-fated trip to Tokyo—another pool of rumours swirling around that particular event—and you can’t recall seeing a single smile since.

You miss it. Crinkled eyes and scrunched nose. Rare but potent joy. Infectious in its intensity. She…

Swallowing, you venture closer, risking a soft, “Are you injured?”

Her black clothes drip with water but you don’t comment on the steadily growing pool of water beneath her feet. Her expression doesn’t so much as shift. Stony and untrusting.

“Is Winston in?”

Rough words, her voice scratchy with tension. Her eyes scan briefly behind you, anticipating a danger she shouldn’t. You doubt Winston would ever allow anyone to disobey the Continental rules, much less when in relation to her.

“No, he…” you trail off, still staring at her. “He has your room key. I’m afraid you can’t get in until he returns. You need a change of clothes. I have some spares if you like? You’ll catch a cold otherwise. You’re soaked to the bone.”

A mirthless, half-smile crosses her face, twisting her expression into a pained grimace you hate. She doesn’t suit it. When was she bled of her fiery, snarky humour you always admired? Found secretly hilarious?

“Figures,” she mutters under her breath, glancing behind herself. An empty hallway greets her but you note how her shoulders loosen slightly, forcing a soft sigh out of her lungs. “Sure. I appreciate it.”

Giving her a weak smile, you gesture for her to follow after you. You count to five before her light footsteps register behind you. Your skin tingles as you walk, feeling her intent stare at the back of your neck. Your heels make it even harder to keep an even gait but you succeed. Charon taught you better than that.

Spine straight, you walk proudly ahead, one of the deadliest women in this city trailing after you. Questions bubble in your chest, tingling your tongue but you bite your cheek to keep them locked away. Vipress looks no better than a caged animal right now—the last thing you want to do is add to her troubled, exhausted state.

It’s not long before you reach the staff wing, unlocking the spare laundry room connecting with your new office. Your heels click while you move across the space, pulling out a new pair of jeans, a jumper and undergarments. Simple, standard clothes Continental provides free of charge to its patrons in case their previous clothes are destroyed beyond repair.

You can’t hear her while you shuffle around, but you certainly feel her presence. Prey is always aware of predators even if they can’t see them.

“You’re no longer working in housekeeping,” she speaks suddenly, a question there.

You nearly jump out of your skin, tightening your hold on the bundle of garments in your hands. Inhaling deeply, you turn to her with a slight smile, a little frail around the edges but present all the same.

The assassin leans against the wall opposite to you, bright fluorescent illuminating her features, giving her a near gaunt appearance. When did she lose so much weight? Her usually soft freckles stand stark against her too pale skin.

“I got a raise,” you tell her, pride colouring your voice and you move in her direction with a shy smile. “Just last week.”

Her eyebrows quirk, searching over your new attire of tailored dress pants, white shirt and polished heels.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she says after a pause, and you falter under her piercing stare.

Yes. Yes, she did. She told you repeatedly it’s only a matter of time before you get a raise. She thought you were a great worker and oftentimes joked about putting in a good word to Winston about you. You always wrote off her words as nothing more than jokes, meaningless conversations you have with someone when you want to be polite. John Wick certainly never got involved in your banter. His dark eyes unfailingly trailed after her smiles and laughs instead.

You could understand his appreciation, his secret hoarding of those rare instances. He wanted something—someone—he couldn’t afford to have. Couldn’t permit himself to reach for.

Staring at the Vipress you think you understand him better than you would care to admit.

She’s beautiful in a way a wild flame is beautiful. Get too close and you know you will suffer for it. But you want to.

God, you really do. Crave her in secret because… well. What are you? What can you give to a woman like her? When she holds the interest of so many above your stature. The things they say she did during the Hunt. People who are dead because of her.

She’s one of the most horrible people alive.

Yet her smiles are more blinding than the sun, and you selfishly want every single one of them.

“Yes, you did,” you agree weakly, holding out the bundle of clothes to her.

Her hands are cold when they touch yours but a tingle rushes up your spine all the same. Electric current hums under your skin when her guarded eyes do another searching sweep over your expression.

“You know my sizes?”

Your heart quivers in your chest, unsure how to proceed. Does she think you stranger, wrong, to have remembered such a thing?

“I… your laundry,” you splutter, then exhale, calming yourself to give her a steadier, “When you lived here. The dry cleaner. I… sorry, I realise this might be uncomfortable for you.”

Her hazel eyes drag over you again, hard and unyielding. Your breaths slow when she takes a few steps closer—close enough for you to scent the flowers, herbs and soil that forever seem to cling to her smooth skin. You’ve never wanted to nuzzle into someone’s neck more, feel their warmth beneath your lips. Taste and savour the exquisite familiarity of someone’s very being.

“My sizes have changed,” she says and you tell yourself you imagined the slight smile you glimpse for a split second. “But you’re welcome to learn them again.”

She brushes past you—flowers and poison and death—and you force yourself to breath, ignoring the heat crawling up your neck.

an: she. that's it - that's the message. but thank you so much for asking for her!!! I think Clara deserves a soft sapphic romance, as a treat.

[deepblooberc]

On Dating and Why I Am This Close in Opting to Say Fuck It.

A very personal post, y'all. Stay tuned for more shit posting later.

As I navigate the modern dating world in the remains of Covid era, I have to say that out of all 4 years that I have been on and off using these dating apps (and I have used them all if they were open to homosexual dating: Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, Plenty of Fish, Her, Zoe, Badoo, Taimi, OkCupid), no time has made me feel any more jaded about finding someone real and wanting legitimate commitment until now.

Like, okay, my last two relationships were from Dating apps. My longest (6 mos.) relationship was from Her, and I proceeded to delete my account because I thought I found the one. Sadly she dumped me for dumb reasons and went off months later to find her person. I was still alone. Then, my most recent relationship was from Bumble, but we had to end because they were unsure about their mental state and sexuality/gender identity. Understandable, since you can't out your heart into a relationship if you don't put it in yourself. We are friends still.

I know I am young and shouldn't be so worried about it especially if it is spurred on by social media and outside pressures, but it's nearly been pressured by people being online posting about "oh X and I have been together for Y years and we bought Z together! I'm so happy and we're going on strong!" Like...I just want shit like that, but it seems like most sapphics my age genuinely don't want to settle down and really love someone like I do as much as they claim to want that. I'm also expected to live in the now, to not worry about settling down and marrying someone and to hook up as much as I can until the person comes. Hooking up actually does nothing for me, if anything it is a cheap thrill for a short amount of satisfaction instead of a long term thing.

My emotions and hormones constantly fight with one another. I want a relationship but I also always seem to find myself wanting sex too. As much as I appreciate women finding me sexually attractive, most times they're with someone already or they don't want to eventually form a relationship. They just want the relationship without the label of a relationship, and that's extremely disingenuous. I know there's a difference between sex and intimacy, but I legitimately crave sex as much as intimacy. With the right amount of Intimacy, I can ask for sex. That's how I work.

I think that one thing that holds me back from finding someone to love me is being autistic. Like...legit it's a lot harder to find the signals than usual and it frustrates me to no end because when I like someone, I seek to make them my partner unless we can only see ourselves as friends. When I like someone, I try to tell them as soon as I can that I like them. The way I see it, if I am not seeing any sort of progression in our discussions about planning dates and seeing how we mesh well in each other's lives, then I don't see it going anywhere.

If you mention these...I don't want it.

Polyamory/Open relationship/unicorn/boyfriend: No. No. Fuck you. I don't care if you're into it, I'm not. You started talking to me and made your profile as if you were single and when I started to have feelings for you, you yank that shit away and say you want your BOYFRIEND to join us on a date? Fuck out of here! At least if you were up front, it's a red flag and I head the fuck out. (This isn't to be disrespectful to anyone in open relationships, oh you have so much more will power. I just can't because I am strictly monogamous)

Explicitly bashing my opinions on politics or talking over me because you assume I think like you: that's probably gonna be the thing that makes me angry the most. Like I am a minority with my own opinions! I don't have to take you talking over me or assuming I'm a raging leftist like you. I am not and never will be.

Saying you're crazy: if you have to put the fact that you're crazy and will "ruin my life" in your profile AS A GOOD THING, fuck off. You need a therapist instead of a relationship.

Vibe: what does that mean? You want to date me without saying we are dating? So casual date? No, no. I don't do that.

People who unironically like Dhar Mann: do I need to say anymore? Unrealistic, cheesy, Hallmark inspiration porn.

With all of these things... I am pretty sure I won't find anyone that's living near me that doesn't have any of these traits. I may either have to give up one or just give up on dating. It's getting closer and closer to the latter option for me. I'll just order a sex bot and say that's m fucking girlfriend. I'll be like those pathetic little shut ins and just give the fuck up.

It looks less and less like any sapphic really wants a good, somewhat traditional, healthy relationship and just wants to put as many warning signs on them as possible....and that saddens me. My life will be completed when I get into a long term relationship tat leads into marriage, have at least one child, travel the world and have a successful job, have the body I want and settle down in a home somewhere. Is that a hard thing to ask for?

I am already working on the working out, job and traveling parts, but all I need now is just the relationship and home soon...looks like I'll have to give up before I find her.

PS, am I a bad person for wanting to date outside my race a cis woman? I think that is what gets me into a lot of shit. Ugh I hate these thoughts so much.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Family Matters (Zelda Spellman x Reader) - Part 28

Synopsis: Zelda lets the family know what has happened.

Words: 1041

Warnings: none

AN: the part I need to fix my laptop have been shipped so soon I should have it back and running as usual. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters.

Zelda’s eyes snapped open. She sat up on the cold metal table, the fear already coursing through her, so ready, so close to the surface. The worst had happened. The one thing she was terrified of happening had happened. Well, one of the two things had happened. 

She kicked her legs off the table, ready to rush out of the house and find you. Hands grasped her shoulders, stilling her before she could fly into a whirlwind.

“Zelda, what happened?”

She focused her eyes on Hilda in front of her. She couldn’t school her features to look calm and collected. Hilda was looking at her intently, worry creasing the space between her eyes. She pushed her sister’s hands from her shoulders, hopping off the metal table.

“Bella took Luna,” she said, “I hope Ambrose figured out where she is because we are not leaving Luna in that animal’s grasp.”

“Sister,” Hilda said.

Zelda ignored her, pushing past her to go shout at Ambrose. She was ready to storm the castle so to speak, pulling you from the arms of the vampire keeping you captive. She kept seeing Bella approaching you, kissing you deeply, her hands all over your body. The fire within her was growing, the possessive animal howling for Bella’s blood. 

“Sister.”

“We’re going to have to bring all our offensive magic if we’re going to get Luna out of that house unharmed.”

She pulled the door of the morgue open, looking out into dark hall towards the stairs. She ignored her sister’s fast footsteps behind her. 

“Sister.”

“We shall have to draw up battle plans. We should call to the Academy to bring in the full power of the coven against Bella.”

“Sister, what if Luna wanted to go with Bella?”

She paused, on foot on the bottom stair. She turned to look at her sister, her eyes flashing in the dim light. She was fuming, every single atom of her being vibrating at her sister’s insinuation. She took a step towards her sister. She flinched back, ducking her head.

“Would a willing participate allow herself to be bitten by a vampire? Would a willing participant be cowering away from the person taking them? Would a willing participant look so terrified she might drop dead?” she hissed, “no Sister, I don’t believe Luna wanted to go with Bella.”

“There is no part of you worried that she lied to us to get back to Bella?” she asked.

“She would not dare.”

She turned on her heels, storming up into the house. She would not entertain the thought of you lying to her again, using her to get back with Bella. Anyone who had seen the look on your face before Bella’s teeth had sunk into your neck would not be able to argue that any part of you wanted to be taken by her. She stood at the bottom of the grand staircase looking up into the house. 

“Family meeting,” she shouted up the stairs, “now!”

She stood in the living room, waiting for her niece and nephew to join her and Hilda. She was staring into the fireplace, the flames flickering. She was ready to storm out of the house and mount a man hunt for you. She hated waiting for her family to agree to go after you. She hated being at the whims of other people when it came to you.

“Did it all go according to plan, Auntie?” Ambrose asked, sauntering into the room.

“Bella took Luna and we must go retrieve her,” she replied.

“Sounds as if Luna did a runner,” Sabrina said, sitting down on the sofa. She lent back looking unconcerned, “good riddance if you ask me.”

“She did not do a runner,” she snapped, “Bella took her.”

“You know we can’t trust her Auntie,” Ambrose said, lounging in the armchair. 

“While that once might have been true, it no longer is. You are aware of her past and her reasons for doing what she did. Those reason are no longer in place. I have good reason to believe that she is no longer working with Bella and as the head of this household you should trust my judgement.”

“Your judgement may be clouded, Zelda,” Hilda interrupted.

She closed her eyes, squeezing the bridge of her nose. She turned to her family, pursing her lips. She had no time to argue with them whether you were to be trusted or not.

“If you had seen her you would not be having these reservations,” she said, “she truly is not that good of a liar.”

Ambrose snorted. She ignored him, turning to face Hilda. 

“Any clouding of my judgement that may have occurred was due to good reason.”

“You care about her Sister. It’s plain to any of us. Surely this should be taken into account before doing anything rash,” Hilda said.

“Don’t act as if you don’t care for her either,” she snapped, “you’ve enjoyed having her in the house and you have done your best to care for her. Why should it change now?”

“At the risk of our own family?” she asked.

“We were already at risk before. This time we are choosing to accept the danger with our eyes wide open whilst helping her.”

“I suppose.” Hilda still sounded unsure.

“Ambrose, did you manage to place locating spell on Bella?” she asked.

“Maybe we should have placed one on Luna,” he murmured.

“What was that?” she snapped.

“She disappeared before I could finish the spell,” he replied.

“Then it’s good I place one on Luna,” she said.

“How very smart of you, Auntie,” Ambrose said.

“If you refuse to offer your help, I will continue to do all I can to get Luna back whether you are there or not,” she said, storming out of the of the room.

“Of course we’ll be helping you Auntie,” Ambrose called after her.

“Even if we die trying,” Sabrina’s voice followed her out

She ignored her niece’s snide comment, walking up the stairs. She needed to take some time away from the scrutiny of her family to let the panic and fear out before getting down to work. She couldn’t show how truly shaken she was to the rest of the family.

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[ellasfm]

» • * — ( elle fanning , cis female , she/her ) . i think i hear wait a minute by willow coming from apartment 2611. doesn’t eloise miller live there ?? i heard they are a twenty-two year old author from wayzata, mn , but they’ve been living in the apartments for two months . they come across a bit - anxious and - pessimistic , but they also seem like they could be + intuitive and + patient . whenever i see them , i think of a silver heart-shaped locket, stacks and stacks of books, small acts of rebellion. oh , and don’t forget to follow them on instagram at eloise.b.morris ! ooc . ally, 22, est, she/her .

hello y’all, back with my impulsively picked up second muse ! she’s actually an older muse i revamped to be a little less sad and i think i nailed it !!! details under the cut, like this post for me to hyu for plots !!! 

full statistics | full biography | pinterest | wanted connections 

tw panic attacks, psychological abuse, eating disorders, 

statistics.

full name. eloise bethany morris. nickname(s). ella. occupation. author.  age. twenty-two. date of birth. september 2nd, 1997. nationality. american. ethnicity. white | scottish, english, french.  orientation. bisexual/sapphic, with a preference for women.  gender & pronouns. cis female; she/her/hers. religion. agnostic.

height. 5’9”. weight. 125 lbs. eye color. green. hair color + style. flaxen blonde, relatively thin, usually up in a bun, braids, or pleats.  dominant hand. right-handed. distinguishing features. deep-set eyes, willowy frame, pale skin. 

biography. 

ella’s upbringing was super... lonely, honestly. both of her sisters were basically adults by the time she was born, and never really interacted with her since they didn’t like her father’s second wife, ella’s mother. and with good reason. 

if you thought zar’s mom was bad, get a load of heather morris. intent on living through her only daughter, ella was brought up to be a perfect little lady. a dancer, a star student, one of the most popular girls in her class. she was the first two things, but was never the third. she reeked of insecurity, and as a result was bullied throughout most of school. 

even worse, her mom would force her to go to events where her bullies were, because those were the girls heather thought ella ought to be friends with. needless to say, they didn’t go very well. the only things her mother ever gave her were anxiety, deep-seated self-loathing, and an eating disorder she only overcame about two years ago. 

ella’s one and only escape was books, she always had one on her person from the time she was five. for a long time, the closest things she had to friends were her favorite characters: matilda wormwood, hermione granger, and liesel meminger, among others. as a child, she dreamed of writing books like that, to help other little girls just like these authors helped her. 

ella has always been a massive romantic, falling in love with every friendly face. and everyone she’s ever loved wormed their way into her heart, and to get it out, she decided to write. about the what-ifs and the maybe-so’s. 

despite taking ballet lessons her entire school career, as per her mother’s request, she didn’t get into the american ballet company as her mother wished. her mom honestly wasn’t even that proud when she got a perfect sat score on her first try, nor when she got into harvard. 

if she wasn’t going to be a dancer, she was going to be a lawyer, and her mother pushed her to get perfect grades in school. she hoped she would flourish at university, but she... kinda fell apart. we’re talking daily panic attacks, a crippling caffeine addiction, and her anorexia getting so bad she ended up in the fucking hospital her freshman year. despite that, she never missed a single deadline, functioning like a machine. and that was all that was important to her mother. 

her sophomore year, though, she took a creative writing class, and when the ta read some of her work, she told her that she had a lot of potential and if she should continue down that road, the ta would like to be her advisor. that little bit of encouragement was all it took to reignite her dream of being an author. 

writing became her therapy again, along with, thankfully, actual therapy. sure, school still made her anxious wreck, but ella was doing better. bit by bit, step by step. the summer before senior year, her advisor told her that she sent ella’s latest transcript to a friend of hers in publishing, and that she wanted to talk. she wanted to hold off for now, unsure what to do, until she got her lsat results back over thanksgiving break. she’d failed. 

it was then, with her mother berating her non-stop as per usual, that ella decided she was going to publish. she walked out of the house with her mother still yelling, feeling freer than she ever had. 

the day after her commencement, ella moved into a shitty apartment in boston and got to work with the publisher to get the book finished as quickly as possible. thanks to her advisor, it required minimal editing, and they had the first print sent to ella by the end of october. 

on november 15th, the ipswich girls by eloise b. morris was officially for sale nationwide, and by its second week, it was a new york time’s bestseller. the last few months have been a world wind for ella, of book signings and award ceremonies and realizing with every young fan of hers that she’d achieved her dream. 

now, she’s moved into new york city, a dream come true, and shortly after, she realized her publisher expected her to write a second book. she’s... still pretty paralyzed about that, trying to come up with something to top the ipswich girls, but... she’s trying. kinda. maybe. mostly panicking. 

tl;dr: girl with strict mother finds freedom in books, becomes an author, writes a bestseller out of college, now is expected to repeat that success lmao fun.

personality. 

lets get the zodiac out of the way: virgo sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising. 

she’s... still very much a Good Girl, and she wants to change that, she wants to be her own person. 

like in january she got a tattoo in feminine script on her wrist that said ‘i belong deeply to myself’ and the entire time she felt like a Bad Girl okay????? and she just started smoking weed and that also makes her feel like a Bad Girl 

still pretty anxious, but she’s getting better. she’s on medication, now, and usually does something impulsive whenever she feels bad. or she writes. it’s fifty-fifty. 

very organized, almost to the point of being anal. 

very weird, abstract, neo-dadaist sense of humor. like stonks makes her wheeze.

she’s basically a big fuckin nerd okay??????????? 

usually very chill and relaxed, doesn’t get riled up too easily. it’s hard to tell when she’s having a panic attack because she just looks a little more zoned out than usual.  

cannot fucking flirt like at all. 

Big Virgin. 

her guilty pleasure is watching compilations of fox news pundits railing on and on about how the ipswich girls was written to promote witchcraft and the lesbian agenda. 

(also if you’re curious i put a summary of the ipswich girls here, even though its only bits and pieces but like if you’re curious. it’s basically the craft with fifteen-year-old girls, and also gayer. tw for suicide mention, brain damage and injuries. ) 

wanted connections. 

fast friend. someone who she got along with immediately upon coming to new york. 

childhood pen pal. i just think it’d be cute. 

crush. ella flirts by gazing tenderly across the room. 

philophobe. ella loves love, and this person doesn’t. for better or for worse, she’ll try to convince them otherwise. 

bad influence. and she is very willing to be influenced. 

wing(wo)man. she’s so bad at flirting please. somebody. anybody. 

deja vu. a negative connection; someone ella can’t get comfy around bc they remind her of her childhood bully. 

former dance rivals. ella used to do the competition circuit in ballet. she wasn’t particularly competitive, but her mom certainly was. probably a real dance moms situation. 

[cleanlittlesecret]

Regarding the canonity of angelotte relationship, i would say that theirs is one that doesnt rly need a i love you or a kiss to prove their relationship. Not to mention ange did say"i hate the princess"in ep3 while falling,the princess saying"i love the old you"at the boat mission and the "turtledove' thing. There always will be a level of deniability regarding yuri relationships. Some people legit think cocona's i love you to papika is platonic rather than romantic(straight ppl are rly weird)

in case u dont kno cocona/papika is from flipflappers, an anime from the same studio as pri pri,studiio3hz. Not only the anime makes it clear papika/cocona is in a romantic relationship by the end, the director himself states that flipflappers is a yuri anime. So what im trying to say is it is unlikely that studio 3hz will yuribait( *cough* kyoani *cough* hibike). Ofc its a possibility, no matter how small, and the doubt is justified.

however its a shame that studio 3hz has to resort to sexualising these underage girls,given that the yuri in both pri pri and flipflappers is good and meaningful enough as it is without it. Its plain gross and just wrong,but the anime industry as we know it is guilty for sexualising young girlsand maybe studio3hz do so in order to compete with the other studios and not have a repeat of poor sales like flipflappers had last yr. Still tho, doesnt make it ryt.

tbh I have a lot of feelings on the “Angelotte not needing an overt romantic gesture to be confirmed canon” thing, so there’s a bunch of unnecessary rambling under the read more.

On one hand, I know society tends to have a double standard when it comes to same-sex relationships–as in, the old “if a man and a woman even make eye contact then they must be fated to get married and have a bunch of babies but two people of the same gender can literally declare their love for each other and live together afterwards and be ~really good friends~” nonsense–so believing the girls need something definite could be seen as buying into that mentality.

On the other hand, I know how a lot of creators tend to be when it comes to representing minority groups–i.e., it’s treated as another way to draw viewers to the work and is often done more for the entertainment of the majority-group viewers than the benefit of the people actually from the minority being represented, and if they can get that rep and viewership without actually diving into any kind of serious discussion of the group’s experiences or offending sensitive viewers, then all the better.

Which I guess is a long way of saying that portraying two girls with a shit-ton of romantic subtext between them but leaving it up to the fans to interpret the relationship is a way of having your cake and eating it too–all the lesbian imagery, none of the commitment to exploring lesbians’ lives or feelings or possibly drawing negative attention from homophobes. For extra fun, there’s the fact that Japan has already had the Class S thing which depicts sapphic attraction as something that is to be naturally grown out of as part of becoming an adult (straight) woman.

So basically, I know most f/f ships are kept in some state of deniability. I know cishet people are ridiculous. I’m just tired of feeling unsure about everything all the time, of feeling like I can’t say two girls are in love without the paranoia that some goblin could pop up to deny it. I already have to deal with enough denial and doubt as part of who I am, so I don’t enjoy worrying about those doubts in relation to the fiction I consume.

I still like Angelotte, and seeing them together in the show means a lot to me, but I have my lingering doubts about their relationship, and I struggle to call them canon with no disclaimers attached because I don’t want to be disappointed or cause anyone else to be disappointed later.

Anyways, onto the other point.

I actually watched Flip Flappers shortly after I first got into PriPri, so I am familiar with the characters and material you’re talking about, but I’ve never paid much attention to anything outside the show itself, so this is the first I’ve heard of the director calling it yuri or the show having poor sales. I have seen someone complain in an article about how hard it is to discuss how Flip Flappers portrays the recognition of sapphic attraction in yourself without someone jumping in to claim Cocona isn’t sapphic, but that’s about it. I don’t doubt what you’re saying about people denying it though, because people can be obtuse when it comes to this stuff.

However, I’m not sure about the implication you may be making here that FliFla’s sales numbers are the result of it like, not sexualizing its girls enough. The main thing that put me off of FliFla is how much it does sexualize fourteen-year-old girls with things like the transformation sequences and almost every single outfit Yayaka wore (and that’s not even getting into Nyunyu’s outfit, which can barely be considered clothes). Besides, there are many reasons an experimental show like this could under-perform in sales, so I would hope 3hz would have the sense to not blame it on not pandering to perverts enough.

And yeah, it doesn’t make it right. The anime industry continues to be a garbage fire.