#happy femslash february!!

[gracekraft]

Tonight maybe we're gonna run Dreaming of the Osaka sun Dreaming of when the morning comes

My entry for @drwlwzine, I chose the song "Lovers in Japan" by Coldplay for my piece.

It's a song that means a lot to me, and also one that was one of the first I added to my own Sakuraoi playlist. To me in the context of Sakuraoi, it evokes being young and having to deal with being surrounded by people who don't understand you, struggling to stay sane in the meantime, and dreaming of one day finally escaping and living happily with the one you love, free of society's expectations. It works well in the original context of Danganronpa too in a more literal sense.

[clemnoir]

what if i saved you from an akuma. AND we were both girls …

[pxme-granate]

[wrathofrats]

Mist and Aurora are THE masc stone top/femme pillow princess pair. Like yeah Aurora is a brat but she’s mists brat so it’s ok

[maemil]

What if we held hands on a rooftop... and we were both girls

[ID: A drawing of Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown from behind. They are sitting on a ledge in their Batgirl and Spoiler costumes, with their hands resting on each other between them.]

[skaianetsystemsincorporated]

I'm fucking crazy, but I was watching Disney's hunchback of notre dame with my partner and I mentioned that it'd be cool if Phoebus was a lady knight so 0_0 I couldn't rest till I sketched these out!

Super messy but, Hunchback If Everything Was the Same Except Phoebus Is A Woman!

[i-cry-everytime]

Femslash February is happening, here is my contribution pookies

[thatsmyfive]

horror girlfriends keeping each other warm and completely missing the fireworks 🔥🎆🎇

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a late happy new year’s piece for valentine’s day with sam and deena from fear street

[freezing-kaiju]

2/01, minifemslashfebruary day 1: "if only."

[obstinaterixatrix]

Koyuki Higashi and Hiroko Masahara's story of their decision to have a baby together, as a lesbian married couple. They previously chronicled their romance and wedding in Lesbian-teki Kekkon Seikatsu.

happy femslash february, here’s a one volume autobiography from 2016. it goes very in-depth with the emotional and logistical considerations of trying to have children as a same-gender couple in japan

some folks might be familiar with them already—this is actually the couple who contacted tokyo disney resort in 2012 about having a wedding ceremony and were told that one of them would have to wear a suit; after public backlash, the couple was able to have their ceremony while both wearing wedding gowns. they were also the first couple to apply for and receive a partnership certificate for same-gender couples from shibuya. so, pretty public figures when it comes to gay rights in japan. they’re very intentional about the information they’re delivering to The General Public

it’s good context for how couples in japan navigate these issues, and it’s interesting how they talk to other same gender parents from the usa. I think it’s a valuable read for anyone who wants more information about mundane experiences and daily life for lgbtq folks in japan.

anyway, if you want to support marriage equality & gay rights in japan, marriage for all is a good organization to follow and support

[iincossu]

happy valentines! here’s this old susahao :)

[sayakyo]

Day 1: If only

I'm gonna try to participate to Femslash February this year because I haven't drawn sapphics in wayyyyy too long. For the first day I thought:"what if Makoto was the first victim instead of Sayaka?" so I guess Kyoko gets a new assistant lol

Prompts by @ministarfruit !

Chibi bonus under the cut vvv

[fruitdragon1a]

For @mlbfemslashfebruary!

Day 23: Aurore/Mireille ‘indoor’, ‘light’

Inspired by @mexicancat-girl!

Bonus under the cut:

Let’s be real there’s no way there two wouldn’t be holding hands

[astaraels]

Shameless Femslash February — Day One — Lipstick

Karen/Mandy, first kiss. (ao3)

@m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @lovekenney to my lovely kandy shipper friends 😘

Mandy didn't remember how they'd started hating each other. Something had happened back in grade school, and all she knew was that Karen Jackson was a bitch—and later on, a slut. Mandy was both of those things, too, but at least she owned up to her reputation. Little miss sugar candy acted like she was some fucking saint—emphasis on the fucking—and Mandy was the trashy one. Bullshit.

But then they got paired together for a group project, some bio presentation that Mandy secretly thought was kind of interesting. She couldn't say so out loud; she'd be the laughingstock of her family if it turned out she was the one Milkovich who actually liked school sometimes. And so she found herself one autumn afternoon walking up the front steps of Karen Jackson's place, greeted at the door by batty old Sheila. Sure, it might have been weird that she had to put her boots in a plastic bag, but the carpet was actually really soft under her socked feet. Even better, Mrs. Jackson offered to cook for them while they worked at the table. Mandy almost missed the anxious look that passed over Karen's face as she glanced up at her.

“We'd really like that, Mom,” Karen said, which made Sheila clap her hands in delight and putter off towards the kitchen, talking to herself about whether to make…something or other. Mandy didn't catch the name of it, but Karen asked her a question about their presentation and they moved on. As time went on and Mrs. Jackson kept cooking, though, the smells coming from the kitchen were absolutely mouth-watering.

When Sheila brought out two plates of food and sat them down in front of both girls, it looked like nothing Mandy had ever seen before. But her stomach growled loudly, and she'd learned the hard way never to turn down food when it was offered. One bite became two, and Mandy had to stop herself from scarfing down the whole thing in one go.

“Holy shit—this food is amazing,” she said through a mouthful. Sheila exclaimed happily at the compliment, and Mandy added, “All I can do is make like, eggs and sausage.” When she looked up, she saw a guarded expression in Karen's gaze before the other girl gave her a closed-mouth smile. Her lip gloss listened in the overhead lights, and Mandy felt butterflies in her stomach.

—

Even after they'd finished their project, the two of them kept finding time to hang out, usually at Karen's place. Karen came by the Milkovich house once, but Mandy lived with too many brothers and didn't feel comfortable having a girl's afternoon there. Something about the Jackson's house was easier. Quieter. A space carved out for just the two of them.

Not only that, but it seemed like Karen's mom was always cooking, and Mandy never turned down the chance to try something new. She'd never get to travel the world, but this was a little glimpse of what there was to offer. And over the weeks, those guarded looks and blank expressions Karen got whenever her mom did something a little weird began to melt away.

Mandy didn't understand the whole situation, and she didn't think it wasn't her place to ask. Everyone in their neighborhood knew batty Sheila, but honestly, Mandy would rather have a mom who was a little crazy than a drug addict like her own was—a mom who was gone more than she was around. But she never said that to Karen. Moms weren't the easiest thing to talk about, after all.

—

One day, Mandy sat in the windowsill of the girl's bathroom at school, staring out at the gloomy rain as she took a drag off a cigarette, when someone cleared their throat behind her. When she looked over, she saw Karen standing there wearing a pink zip-up jacket, her hair curly from the rain and humidity.

Karen gave her a small smile. “Got any left? I'm all out.” She pulled herself up into the window seat across from Mandy.

“Last one, but we can share.” Mandy noticed that her lipstick had left a purple stain on the cigarette paper as she handed it over to Karen, who set it between her lips and took a long drag. The feeling of Karen's fingertips against her own made Mandy's skin tingle. She tried looking out the window again, but Karen bumped their hands together, passing the cigarette back. Mandy could see where the other girl's pink lip gloss had smudged against Mandy's lipstick on the roll. The taste of cotton candy mixed with nicotine as Mandy inhaled, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from Karen's lips.

“Thanks,” Karen said when Mandy passed it back to her once more.

“No problem,” Mandy told her. What she didn't say was kiss me.

—

They were at Karen's house one Saturday afternoon—Ian said he had to work all day, and Karen told her that Lip was busy taking SATs for stupid rich kids. Mandy had thrown a bunch of her makeup and hair dye into a bag, and while she didn't exactly run to the Jackson's house, she barely managed to fight down her smile on the way over.

Karen had finally agreed to let Mandy put some purple streaks in her pretty blonde hair. “It'll piss my dad off, which makes it even better,” she said, and Mandy laughed. An old Courtney Love album blared from Karen's battered CD player as they got to work. And it was…well. Mandy had been dyeing her own hair for a few years now, but it was different doing it for someone else. Trust, for one, that she wasn't gonna fuck up. And for another, she couldn't help but appreciate the feeling of Karen's hair between her fingers. Mandy hadn't had a lot of girl friends—none who'd stuck around for very long, anyway. But Karen full on beamed at her in the mirror as Mandy covered the purple streaks with aluminum foil and clipped them up.

She let her fingers brush absently through the undyed parts of Karen's hair again, enjoying how soft and fine it felt to touch. There was nothing else, save for the sounds of old 90s grunge rock from down the hall in Karen's bedroom. Suddenly, Mandy felt her cheeks grow hot, saw Karen staring at her in the mirror, and she pulled away abruptly.

Stupid, stupid, stupid— she thought, and Karen only got up to follow her as Mandy stumbled a little out of the bathroom and back towards the other girl's room. Her head spun, and she fought the urge to break something, because these feelings wouldn't go away, and she knew what happened to Milkoviches who didn't toe the line. The shit that had gone down with her cousin Sandy last year was still ingrained in her memory.

But there was a hand on her wrist and she heard the door close, the sound of the lock turning almost deafening to her ears. Karen's fingers were small and slender as they pulled Mandy closer, turning her so she could card her free hand through Mandy's dark hair.

“It's okay,” Karen said, standing up on her toes, and all Mandy could think about when their lips met was that she tasted like cotton candy. When they pulled away she could see the soft smudges of her own pink lipstick on Karen's mouth. Karen grinned at her, hand on the back of Mandy's neck, pulling her in for another kiss, and another, until the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.

Mandy let her hand rest on Karen's hip, fingers sliding just a little bit under her t-shirt to touch the soft skin just above the waistline of her jeans. A wild thought passed through Mandy's head—what it might look like if she kissed Karen's skin all over. She was almost desperate to see how it would look if she left lipstick traces everywhere her mouth could reach.

This time, when Karen moved away to take a breath, Mandy was the one to pull her back in.

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

Femslash February Day 17: Light - Sciset ⭐️

[cosmereplay]

Happy Pride month! I thought I would do a couple special fanfic fridays to celebrate some of the new queer Stormlight fanfic that was created in the last year.

This week is all about femslash! Did you know that more than half of cosmere femslash was written in the last year? That’s a big win for wlw enjoyers!! I can’t possibly share all the delightful variety of ships here but you can check out ao3 for all 93 wlw fics written in the last year or you can peruse a list of:

Fics submitted for the 2023 Cosmere Femslash fic event

Fics submitted for the 2024 Cosmere Femslash February event!