#once again a win for the sapphic

[dreamtydraw]

I was working on a color swap soulmate doodle for olnf that I decided to not put more effort into cause I lost patience, but it was too funny for me to not post it.

For people who don't know what the color swap au is please check up this fic my bestie wrote or this post for contexte !!!!

[transjeffdr]

finally drew yoai everyone applaud

[attachmentbarbiee]

miraculous ladybug was on disney today so i watched it because i have no life and it was some episode where kagami was akumatized and when i was younger i was a hardcore adrienette/ladynoir shipper but holy shit kagami and marinette?? they have so much chemistry??

[seeking-penitence]

aah, makes sense. the irony is quite funny too,, as if you were set up for failure from the beginning, as if that was your purpose, a prodigy too curious for their own good.

isn't it funny how coincidences like so can line up so well?

but to a different topic, what's your relationship to the forests around you? im assuming a cookie of flora, especially one as curious as you,

-🪲

[also mod !!! dont feel bad pls !! i also have inconsistent fixations n am jus glad yer doing good in general shjdfn]

"Oh, I love the forest! While I'm not optimistic about taking care of a plant myself, I do have an appreciation for nature around me, especially since my time with the faeries and being the Guardian and all. I've spend a long time in the woods in Beast Yeast. The flora really is quite beautiful and serene. It's calming."

"Did you know that different flowers - plants in general, really - have symbolic meaning? For example, lilies are purity, rebirth, innocence, and fertility. White lilies in particular represent sympathy and condolences!

[demie90s]

pazzi x reader where pazzi stand up for reader against the opposing team pls

ᴘᴀᴢᴢɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Wrong One

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:The UCLA game was already getting heated—but when a player starts messing with you on purpose, it’s not just you they have to deal with.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:sports drama, tension, poly romance, protective girlfriends, sapphic basketball power couple

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: trash talk, aggressive play, swearing, ejection threat, poly dynamic hints, possessiveness, a little jealousy

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.5k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “ours” // courtside chaos and ride-or-die energy

It started second quarter. UCLA’s #4, all elbows and ego, kept sliding in close on screens, pushing just enough to draw heat, but never a foul. She jawed too—low, snide, personal. “You’re only starting ‘cause of who you date,” she said once, chest to your back, breath hot against your ear as she blocked you in. “Must be nice.”

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. Paige caught your eye from across the court. Azzi stiffened near the top of the key. But you waved it off.

By third quarter, she stopped hiding it. Elbow to your ribs mid-drive. Clipped your wrist on a fake screen. Snatched your rebound and smirked. “Oops.”

Paige’s voice rang across the court. “Watch yourself.”

Azzi had already stepped forward, chest rising slow. She didn’t blink. Didn’t need to.

“She’s good,” you said, loud enough for both of them. “I got it.”

But they knew you. Knew when you were brushing off pain and when you were swallowing it whole.

Fourth quarter. Tie game. You came down the lane on a fast break, drew the foul, and took the hit—hard. A shoulder to your spine. You hit the floor ugly, breath punched clean out your chest. The gym fell quiet for a beat. You pushed yourself up like nothing happened.

Except Paige was storming in already. And Azzi? Azzi was already in the girl’s face.

“Try that again,” Azzi said low. Controlled. Deadly.

#4 shrugged, eyes glinting. “Basketball’s a contact sport.”

Azzi’s jaw flexed. Paige grabbed your arm, helping you up, eyes on the ref like do something.

“You good?” Paige asked under her breath.

“I’m fine,” you said, even though your ribs screamed. “Let it go.”

But Azzi didn’t let go. Not with you rubbing your side like that. Not when she saw the way your hands trembled when you thought no one was watching.

Next possession. Another dirty screen. This time? Paige said nothing. Azzi didn’t warn her.

She checked her.

Body to body. Legal enough, but it sent a message. And then Azzi spoke, low enough that only the girl could hear, but everyone could feel it.

“Run your mouth again. Please.”

Timeout was called. Coach Geno grabbed Azzi by the jersey, yanking her back with a bark of her name. Paige hovered between you and the chaos, arm protectively around your waist. And UCLA’s #4? She finally stopped talking.

After the win, the clip went viral. Azzi Fudd, stone-faced. Paige Bueckers stepping in front of you like a shield. You? Calm. Drenched in sweat and silent fury.

[translatingpostsinfrench]

can you provide any more. uh. vocabularies gay en français? (tried to ask in french, but couldn't make heads or tails of how to structure questions haha)

you don't know how big is my smile is right now

1. the basics of gender, sexuality and romantic labels

tldr: its the same as in english but with a french accent. really, once you know how to say "sexual", "romantic" and "gender", you just add the prefix of your choice and voilà. to make it even easier, those words are VERY close to their english counterparts:

sexual = sexuel.le -> homosexuel.le, bisexuel.le...

romantic = romantique -> aromantique, panromantique...

gender = genre -> transgenre, bigenre...

but in the end, still like in english, we often shorten these words to their prefix alone: "je suis bi", "il est aro"...

and if you wonder about labels which don't follow this structure, i suggest you look it up for yourself, but there's still a 98% chance the term is The Same With a French Accent, exemples:

gay = gay (i shit you not)

lesbian = lesbienne

sapphic = sapphique

achillean = achilléen

non binary = non binaire

c'est vraiment aussi simple que ça :)

2. how to fuck this binary shit

if you're familiar with french, you probably know it's a gendered language, and maybe wonder how you can speak about people who don't wish to be gendered as masc or fem. the answer is inclusive writing (écriture inclusive), which i actually already showed you above, see:

fem form: bisexuelle

masc form: bisexuel

inclusive form: bisexuel.le

works the same for gendered nouns:

fem form: musicienne

masc form: musicien

inclusive form: musicien.ne

as you can see, in most cases, you can obtain the inclusive form of a word by combining their masc and fem form and a "separator" . i chose to use a simple period, but a hyphen or median point ("·" <- this thing) and probably more* can also be used - edit after seeing comments : take note that using a dot can sometimes fuck up screen readers and also be read as a website url!

in other cases (especially for words ending in -eux/-euse or -teur/-trice), inclusive form can be obtained by smashing the fem and masc form all together:

fem form: actrice

masc form: acteur

inclusive form: acteurice

*however, i need you to keep in mind

i am not a french teacher, just trying my best to explain a pretty complex mess. @ french speakers, if you see any mistake or anything i missed, please speak up.

inclusive writing is still being heavily debated, so it has no official guidelines, tbh even i freestyle it whenever i'm too lazy to look up how i should write something. is "lea" the correct inclusive form for "le/la"? fuck if i know but i sure will use it because who even knows.

and ofc inclusive writing is not only useful for non binary people, but also a tool for feminism that allows to get past the "masculine wins" rule (= when writing plurals, if a single item/person in the group is masc, the entire group must be gendered as such)!

3. mmh pronpuns

again, if you know french, you know we have no equivalent to "they" as even the plural forms for "she" and "he" are gendered. so there goes your only option if you're uninterested in either of those : neopronouns, my beloveds.

the most common one (and the one you should use when unsure of a person's gender or paired with inclusive writing to fuck that "masculine wins" shit) : iel, iels for plural. some other french neopronouns i saw include ael, ul, ol, ille, xel... but feel free to make your own up, this is what neopronouns are about. btw les francophones je suis curieux.se, si vous utilisez d'autres pronoms que elle/il/iel, dites moi quoi !

4. important!

faggot = pédé (there are SO MANY synonyms but i'll just give you the most common)

dyke = gouine (alternatively : goudou)

tranny = travelot (trav for short)

[ryuto12]

Once again back on my yearly bullshit to stress how important Bumbleby really is for sapphics in media

Bumbleby is a slow burn, opposites attract, golden retriever/black cat romance. Individually Blake and Yang are both well written female characters, and not to mention their two of the four titular characters.

It wasn’t rushed, they aren’t badly written and they’re not random side characters.

It’s to easy to forget that Lexa died in Clarke’s arms, that Korra and Asami had to walk into the light, and that so many other shows have been cancelled or one of them died.

Bumbleby is a win

[ficsloverblog]

Hello, anything about Petunia Dursley and reader ? Reader moving in next to Petunia ? I don’t really have a prompt, I’m sorry. But I love your work and there is not enough Petunia stories out there !

Let Them Talk

Petunia Dursley x fem!reader

A/N: Petunia Dursley is a repressed sapphic. You can try and fight me on this, but you will not win. Also, I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that I teared up writing this….I can’t help myself, I must write redemption for unredeemable characters…Enjoy <3

Privet Drive is unnaturally quiet in the mornings. Not peaceful, never peaceful, but controlled, like silence scrubbed raw and bleached until even birdsong sounds too loud.

You move in mid-March, just as the crocuses are beginning to push through the earth, stubborn and uncertain. The woman next door watches you unpack from behind gauzy curtains. She doesn't wave. You wonder if she's always looked like that: thin, stiff-necked, a jaw clenched with permanence. The neighborhood has a stillness to it, but hers is different. Her stillness is worn, like a dress she never got to take off.

A week passes before she speaks to you.

“I saw the lorry left your bins out,” she says from across the hedges. “They don’t take them if they’re not in properly.”

You turn, caught mid-sip of your tea. “Thank you,” you say. “I’m still learning the rules of the neighborhood.”

She doesn’t smile, but she gives a curt nod, like your answer passed some invisible test. You catch a glimpse of her eyes—green, cold at first glance. But not mean, not really. Just weary.

“Petunia,” she says.

“Sorry?”

“My name. Petunia.”

“Oh.” You offer your hand over the hedge, as well as your name.

She doesn’t take your hand. Just stares at it for a moment, then looks up at you again. “You might want to keep the gate shut. Foxes.”

Then she leaves.

It’s been sixteen months since Vernon died.

A sudden heart attack. No fuss, just a sound in the hallway and the thud of a body hitting the floor. Petunia found him with his hand on the bannister, face turned upward as if surprised by death’s efficiency.

She called Dudley. He came down for the funeral, held her awkwardly when she cried once, just once, then returned to his girlfriend up north.

Now it’s just her and the empty house.

No voices. No footsteps. No arguments over the telly. Even the fridge hums softer these days.

The silence is the hardest part.

You don’t mean to listen through the walls. But it’s impossible not to hear how still her house is. No music. No television. No visitors. Just the muffled scrape of a chair, the low murmur of kettle to stove.

Two weeks later, you pass her at the grocer’s. She’s holding a single apple and a jar of marmalade. Her eyes flick toward you, then quickly away.

You don’t expect her to speak.

But just before you reach the checkout, you feel someone near your shoulder.

“Don’t buy that brand of tea,” she mutters. “It’s bitter.”

You glance at her, surprised. She doesn’t look at you. She’s inspecting a packet of biscuits.

“What do you recommend?”

She considers. “Earl Grey. Loose leaf.”

Then she walks away.

You buy it.

One afternoon, there’s a knock at your door.

You’re not expecting anyone.

Petunia Dursley stands on your step in a pale blue coat, the kind with stiff shoulders and buttons like pearls. She holds a plate.

“I had some extra. I thought—well. I thought you might want it.”

You take it from her hands. Shortbread, delicate and crisp, lined with sugar.

“They look perfect,” you say.

She shrugs. “They used to be Vernon's favorite. I still make them sometimes.”

She doesn’t explain who Vernon is. You don’t push.

“Would you like to come in?” You offer. “For a cup of tea.”

She hesitates.

You see the battle play across her face, the careful calculation of manners against discomfort. Then—against all odds—she nods.

She perches on the edge of your sofa like she’s never sat on anything soft. Her knees are pressed tightly together. She’s looking around your living room like she’s expecting to find something indecent.

“Do you ever get tired of being alone?” you ask softly after a long moment of silence.

Her eyes snap to yours, brittle and glassy.

“I’m not lonely.”

You don’t answer.

She exhales like it hurts.

“I was married for thirty-five years. I know what lonely really is.”

The silence after that is wide and echoing.

She leaves before you can say more.

You begin to notice how her fingers tremble sometimes. How she double-checks the curtains before opening her front door. How she dresses like someone halfway through mourning and never finished.

One day, while walking past her house, you see a photo through the window. A wedding picture. She’s a young bride in pale ivory, eyes wide but not joyful. The man beside her—Vernon, you presume—has the look of someone used to taking up space.

You knock.

She opens, eyes wary.

“Do you want to come over for dinner?”

A pause. Long enough to hold your breath in.

She nods once.

That night, she eats in silence until the second glass of wine. Then her voice loosens.

“I never wanted children,” she says suddenly, staring at her empty plate.

You glance up.

“I never said that out loud before,” she adds. “It wasn’t an option. Vernon wanted a boy. My parents wanted normalcy. I wanted…”

She stops.

“What did you want?”

Her throat works. Her hands twist the cloth napkin in her lap.

“Not this.”

You start to expect her.

Late afternoons. Early evenings. In the garden. At your door. On your sofa, just barely touching your teacup, like any more warmth might burn.

She tells you little things. About Dudley, who sends postcards but never calls. About Vernon’s snoring, his disdain for jazz, his love of order.

She never mentions the boy. The one she used to take in, years ago.

You don’t ask. But sometimes, when she goes quiet, her eyes flick toward the stairs like she’s listening for footsteps that haven’t echoed in years.

She starts tending your garden without asking.

At first, you think it’s a favor. Then a habit. Then something else.

You find her crouched in your flowerbed one morning, murmuring about the lavender.

“It’s being choked,” she says. “You planted it too close to the boxwood. It needs space.”

“Don’t we all?” you murmur.

She freezes. Her breath catches like you’ve pressed on a bruise she forgot how to hide.

You kneel beside her. “Petunia, you don’t have to do this. Not for me.”

“I’m not doing it for you,” she says. “I just— It helps. To fix things.”

Her voice breaks on the last word.

You don’t tell her that some things can’t be fixed.

Not yet.

It’s July when she finally cracks.

You find her on your porch just after sundown, breath fast, hands shaking.

“My roses are wild,” she says, nonsensically. “They’ve never grown like this before. I trimmed them. I followed all the rules.”

You lead her inside. She doesn’t argue.

“They’re blooming wrong,” she whispers, clutching her own arms. “Or maybe finally right.”

She looks up at you, and something inside her shatters.

“I think I knew,” she whispers. “Even as a girl. There were teachers. Friends. Girls I dreamed about. But I pushed it down. I married Vernon. I thought I could make it go away.”

She looks at you with such rawness you almost can’t hold her gaze.

“I thought it would go away,” she says again, voice shaking. “That if I buried it deep enough, it would die. But it didn’t.”

You step closer. Her eyes are red-rimmed. Her breath smells faintly of sugar and wine.

“I wanted so badly to be normal,” she says. “To be good.”

She looks at you like she’s already bracing for rejection, and then she kisses you.

It’s desperate, broken. All sharp angles and crushed breath and thirty years of denial unraveling at the seams.

You kiss her back. Gentle, anchoring.

But when you make it soft, when you make it real, she panics.

“No—no, I can’t—this is wrong—”

“Petunia—”

She pulls away, then she’s gone, coat trailing, door slamming.

You don’t sleep that night.

Neither does she.

She avoids you for a week.

When you knock, she doesn’t answer. When you call, the line rings out.

But then you find a lavender sprig tucked into your mailbox. No note. No explanation.

That evening, she knocks again.

She stands in your doorway like she’s waiting to be turned away.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “It scared me. But I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

You let her in.

She kisses you again, gentler this time.

She stays until morning.

There’s a day in early autumn when she reaches for your hand in public.

It’s just outside her gate. The mailman nods to you both. Someone across the street closes their curtain.

She doesn’t let go.

And for the first time in a very, very long time—

She smiles.

Not the tight one she’s worn all her life. But something real.

Something just for you.

And you think: Let them talk.

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Taglist : @ness029

[heartavenue]

✎ᝰ. Things That I Scripted Into My Better Cr That Makes Sense, Part 2!

Okay so nobody asked for this but I saw how well the first one did (and because I have more things that I scripted) I decided it was time for another one! And thank you all for the love you gave the first part!

1. Game Room

I did this because my brothers LOVE video games so I thought it would be nice for them to have a room dedicated to it! And plus...I like playing games too so it's a win-win!

2. No Light Pollution

Can you imagine looking up into the sky and seeing galaxies upon galaxies?! I really just want to see the nighttime sky, but really see it! I want to see every wonder the universe has to offer!

3. Local Farm (yes I know I said this in my last part but I have more to say!)

Okay again I'm a country girl, and I will forever be one! Some Love Lore for you I visited a farm once when I was little and I LOVED IT! I forgot to mention this in the last part but I WANNA RIDE HORSES! And feed the baby goats! And to think getting fresh dairy and produce from the farm YES YES YES!

4. Hoedowns/Rodeos

Linedances, country music, cowboy boots, southern eating, and daisy dukes what more can I say?

5. Women can get other women pregnant

Yes I know that this is technically true in this reality but the process is very long and very expensive so unfortunately it is not very affordable/accessible to wlw couples. Let sapphics get other sapphics pregnant!!!!!!!!!!

6. Hidden/Secret Place Just For My S/o and I

Okay, this by far is one of my favorite things ever!

I scripted that it's kind of like The Chronicles of Narnia type situation! Basically there is this weeping willow (one of my favorite trees) and when you go through it there is a enchanted garden waiting for you! There's a flower field, a water fall, fairies, and more! I also scripted that the water has the power to take away an worries/fears basically any negative emotion. And there is a talking tree there where you can vent.

7. Magic Is Real

But like not too much magic. I mean like pixie dust, and the magic that's in a Disney movie. Which leads me into my next thing...

8. Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy, etc are Real

Imagine you're a kid and you're baking cookies with your mom on Christmas Eve, that would hit so HARD!

Making reindeer food, the Santa tracer being REAL! Making a list, I mean come on! And imagine you're a little kid and your tooth fall and way up to pixie dust all over your pillows, just beautiful!

9. Plants Can Understand You

Okay call me crazy but I think they already do? You know the rice experiment? (If you don't just type in rice experiment!) A part of me believes that plants are conscious so I put this in my script just to make it definitive. I mean I talk to my plants all the time (it is good for them yk because of photosynthesis and all) but I think it would be need to actually know that they understand me. So speak kindly to your pets.

10. More holidays, "national xyz day"

Who doesn't love holidays? I mean come on so why not script more. Now I do not know exactly what I will script here, as of current I'm thinking holidays to celebrate the seasonal solstices, the moon, nature things like that! As for the "national xyz day" think of pi day! Or national sibling day! I think it would be fun to recognize these type days!

11. Lucky Syndrome

Maybe you find a $10 bill on the floor, or you get out of class early, or maybe someone pays for your meal. Just little things to make your life easier

[fameandfiction]

IMAGINE PART I: “Bluey Supremacy” — Reneé Rapp x Reader

— Dumb and Dumber but Make It Sapphic.

[Reneé’s living room | sunlight soft and hazy | TV volume low | Bluey playing in the background | a slow, syrupy kind of morning where nothing needs to be real yet]

You’re curled up on one side of Reneé’s massive L-shaped couch—blanket tangled around your knees, her dog, Quiche, flopped entirely across your lap like he owns the mortgage. The coffee table is a graveyard of last night’s snacks: popcorn kernels, an open Red Bull, the remains of a gummy bear colony that never stood a chance.

Bluey plays on the screen, gentle Australian accents narrating some tender life lesson about siblings or sharing or playground diplomacy. But you’re not listening. Neither is Quiche.

You’re too busy headbutting each other.

Yes, headbutting. Not in an aggressive way, not like you're challenging him for alpha status—more like you're trying to see whose forehead is harder. His wins. Every time.

He boops you once, nose-first. You boop him back. Then you both freeze, and out of nowhere, a loud snort-laugh escapes you, the kind that comes from deep in your stomach—real, undignified, and joyful.

Quiche sneezes into your hoodie drawstring in retaliation. You squeal.

You do it again.

BONK. giggle. BONK. louder giggle.

It’s idiotic. It’s perfect. You’re both idiots. And Reneé? Reneé is watching from the doorway, her arms crossed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth like it physically hurts her not to laugh out loud.

She leans against the doorframe, sipping something warm from a comically large mug that says "THIS IS PROBABLY TEQUILA" in pink rhinestone letters. Her hair’s up in a bun—messy, fresh out of bed, no makeup, just moisturized and effortless and absurdly hot. Her hoodie sleeves cover half her hands.

She’s been watching you like this for at least three minutes.

“You are so dumb,” she murmurs, mostly to herself.

You glance up at her from your perch beneath Quiche, eyes crinkling, one eyebrow lifting with faux elegance. “Is this… turning you on?”

Quiche barks.

Reneé doesn’t even blink.

“I’m gonna marry this idiot.”

You blink. “The dog?”

“No.” She points at you with her mug. “You. Dumbass. Emotional support gremlin. My wife now. I’ve decided.”

She walks in and drops onto the couch beside you, folding herself sideways so her legs end up over yours and her head finds your shoulder. Quiche wiggles in protest but doesn’t leave—just readjusts, so now all three of you are stacked like poorly arranged Jenga pieces.

You hum softly, brushing her ankle with yours beneath the blanket. “You can’t just declare marriage.”

“I can and I did.”

Bluey says something wise on the TV. You and Quiche ignore it. Reneé takes a slow sip of her drink, and when you glance at her, her eyes are already on you—like she’s memorizing the sight of you giggling with her dog, the late morning, the cartoons, the whole dumb and sacred ritual.

She adds, like it’s the final word on the subject:

“When we get married, he’s gonna be the flower dog. And you’ll wear glitter on your eyelids, and I’ll kiss you in front of my entire emotionally repressed family.”

You laugh again. She doesn’t. She’s dead serious.

Quiche boops your chin one more time like he approves.

[madtzie]

@bambiilooza

I HEAR YOUR CALL

I’m joining the Aeolus x Enarete cult. However niche it may be as of now.

Designs are loosely based off of bambiilooza’s art, so go check them out if you haven’t already!

For those of you who don’t know, Enarete is Aeolus’ wife in the myths. Since Aeolus is (maybe?) a lady in Epic, there’s ripe potential for a sapphic ship here. Although I’m well aware that Aeolus is a guy in the Odyssey lol.

Enarete’s skirt is loosely based on Mycenaean dresses from the Bronze Age.

Aeolus’ tattoos were inspired by Jinx’s tattoos from Arcane.

Possible ship name: Enarete?

I headcanon that Hermes comes over every once in a while and the three of them play board games and get into some wacky hijinks together. Would make a good sitcom.

Wuhluhwuh for the win!

Also my Apple Pencil is dead and I lost the charger so it maybe a while before I can draw digital again, rip lol🪦

[madhels-enby-boyfriend]

Elizabeth Arden and Helena Rubinstein hate fucked

18+

In case it wasn’t clear by the title this is nsfw (especially the second part) so minors dni!!

Before I go on this rant I do want to say that I’ve only seen a couple of clips from this musical and have never fully seen it (if anyone has a link 👀). I do however listen to the soundtrack religiously and I’m a lesbian so I feel that qualifies me and makes me right about this.

Also please note this is about the characters and not the actual people!

Firstly their sexualities just cause I can:

I believe Helena Rubinstein is a lesbian, the only reason she ever entertained men is because that’s what was expected and needed to get where she wanted to get. In If I’d been a man she says “I love only men I can't caress” and that honestly sounds so much like someone experiencing comphet to me. Like only loving men you know you can’t have cause it brings you some solace that you at least still like men??? Of course we also have the absolute obsession with Elizabeth and like nothing is straight about that. On top of all of that in Forever Beautiful she very proudly talks about how Tamara De Lempicka had a crush on her which is also not very straight of her and then there is this little moment in No, Thank You where she talks to mr Paley about his wife that had me question if she’s fucking his wife… ngl… like the way she says “I insist, it’s sapphire, like her eyes” had me going like 🤨 “and how do you know that, ma’am???”.

I find Elizabeth Arden more difficult to place, I’m going to be honest. Of course the obsession with Helena is very fucking gay, it reminds me of the song ‘loathing’ from the wicked musical, so she is definitely sapphic. I believe she does like men as well though, like she was genuinely into her husband, I think. My gut is saying bisexual but with good arguments I could be persuaded of most other sapphic identities as well.

Now for the main event: they fucked.

They were obsessed with each other for half a century... HALF A CENTURY… that is a different kind of loathing like… that is a type of obsession that in and of itself is so fucking sapphic that I can’t even put it into words. Like they live in each other’s heads rent free. And when you think about someone that much, you can’t tell me that you don’t, at some level, want them. Once again think of the song ‘loathing’.. hate and love/lust are not opposite emotions, they are far closer to one another than one might think.

They caused themselves (and their businesses) so much damage just to be able to hinder the other. Imagine hating someone so much you want to make their life that much more difficult and will even shoot yourself in the foot for it. That in itself is so sexually and emotionally charged.. like she really means so much to you that you’d damage yourself just so she suffers too?? If that isn’t the gayest thing you ever heard then idk anymore.

The tension that comes from hating one another so severely and trying to continuously make life harder for the other person can so easily slip into something more sexually charged that you cannot convince me that during a specifically heated argument the sexual tension didn’t become too much for them. So they snapped and just let it all out. It was definitely rough and not pretty, I’m talking clashing teeth, fighting to have the upper hand (I believe Helena ends up winning) and torn up clothes. It would truly bring out their most feral side and any composure and grace they previously held goes out the window.

And once the dam broke the first time well.. let’s just say whenever life got too much and they needed to take it out on someone… their arguments turned into something more carnal.

Now let’s talk about Face to Face because that song is gay as all hell. What do you mean you wonder about what her favourite perfume and artists are??? Like the way they’re singing about one another in this song is the reason I first was like “oh they fucked”.

At the beginning of the song Helena complains about how she’s always been attached to her ‘rival’ but they’ve attached themselves to each other, no one forced them to remain enemies or to continue being petty and make life harder for the other. They could have detached at any point.

Also how they suddenly wanna share their struggles with one another??? GAY!!! And how they suddenly admit that maybe the other person is possibly just as good as they are because why else would they be able to annoy them this much??? SAPPHICS!!!

Now onto stealing each other’s confidant… like there is something so petty and so gay about that like why on earth do you want the person that is closest to her by your side? Is it because you want to get under their skin so badly that you’ll do anything?? Is it because it’s a way to have her closer to you without being closer? Or do you want to gain more knowledge about her??? No matter the answer, the outcome is so fucking gay and most definitely leads to hate sex. Like what do you mean you stole her husband to have as your right hand man??? That is so utterly bizar and is such a messy lesbian move. What are you trying to get to know about her that you need her husband as your right hand man 🤨.

Beauty in the world + the entire finale is so fucking gay. It’s basically like “yeah only us two know about when there was true beauty in the world” and like “we should just stay enemies for business” HELLO??? “Our secret” EXCUSE ME???. Maybe we helped the other survive/thrive??? What kind of gay ass shit????? Helena asking Elizabeth her opinion on her lipstick. The way Helena looks at Elizabeth when she sings “Eyes that glittered like a gem. The lovers we bewitched with them.” They definitely fucked.

“Strange with you I see it all again like new. A glimpse of beauty in the world.” SORRY??? I DON’T THINK ANYONE HAS EVER SAID ANYTHING AS ROMANTIC TO ME AS THIS.

The way they look back so fondly on their rivalry.. it really was a way to cope and survive and blow off steam and you cannot convince me that they didn’t hate fuck to help with that.

After that encounter they had sex one last time and for the first time it wasn’t purely hate filled but there was some softness and fondness there.

And lastly THE WAY HELENA APPLIES ELIZABETH’S LIPSTICK IN beauty in the world. LIKE THE WAY SHE SO GENTLY WIPES IT AWAY THEN APPLIES IT AGAIN?? The first time I saw that I nearly screamed and died. If that moment can’t convince you that they slept together then nothing can.

That’s it’s for now. I wanted to add more clips as proof etc but I can only add one sooo I chose this one

(This rant was inspired by a reaction from @yourbasicqueerie)

[bfdiredux]

ough itd be cool if there were more queer rep than just like a few characters using they/them !!! i personally like transmasc enby sapphic pin! {so not projecting trust} i think like at first {during like bfdi-bfdia} she tries to conform to the norm and stuff so shes like super sassy, tries yo be super girly, ect. but then since shes been through so much during bfdia, she sorta just,,, stops caring about how she presents,, i think this could happen like around like during the final stretch of bfdia?

then like during idfb shes sorta just. there. only wearing whatever she has, not really caring anymore, then maybe as bfb starts she kinda slips back into old habits, theres these new people she barely knows anything about, and shes been thrown back into competition,,, so she begins to try and present acceptably again.

then as tpot starts, maybe she can realize "hey maybe i dont... need to do. that" and just kinda chill doing what she wants now, sometimes still dressing feminine, coz who can resist those pretty flowy dresses? and sometimes just throwing on whatever she has. but now, shes comfortable not thinking about what others think, and its all for her.

but i dunno im just like projecting what happened to me onto her because. ya,,, but i think more queer rep would definitely be cool coz irl its way more diverse than just a couple enbies in a sea of guys and gals lol

Mmmmm queer characters 😋

The current (& growing) cast of queer characters are:

Price Tag [Biromantic enby; they/them]

Winner [Enby; they/them]

Every algebralien ever- none of them are straight

Loser [Alloromantic transmasc; he/him]

Gaty [Sapphic grayromantic transfem; she/her]

Profily [Enby; they/them]

Pin [Sapphic transmasc enby; she/her] (Thank you!)

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I don't have many complaints with Pin. I adore her story in BFDIA and her relationships with the other contestants. She makes for a great villain and it's clear that somewhere between BFDIA and IDFB she becomes a better person. I'm leaning into believing that someone's going to call her out and she's going to realize how badly she's been treating others.

My one problem with her is how they handle her disability-- her lack of limbs. She loses them in early BFDIA, has this disability throughout her villain arc, and then gets them back by swapping them out for her pigment before IDFB once her arc is over.

I just. ?? No. That's ???. No

We need more disability rep anyway

Redux!Pin's character proposal:

In BFDI, Pin is rather mean-spirited, but clever and resilient. She's fierce and confident and good at what she does.

This carries over to BFDIA when Woah Bunch forms. However, interacting with Donut and Coiny makes her realize she can have valuable friendships. She's gone from doing challenges for herself to doing challenges for them all.

But FreeSmart is getting on her nerves. They do things that hurt her and her team. They practically make her an inanimate object. She lets her frustrations out-- she's vengeful and vocal.

It accumulates in PointyPointyPointy when FreeSmart steals her music. HER work to progress. They CHEATED their way to the end and Pin WON'T LET THEM WIN.

She is TIRED of the disrespect. She is TIRED of taking it easy. She TRIED being nice and it DIDN'T WORK. She TRIED playing fair and it DIDN'T WORK.

So she won't.

Screw them. She'll do what is right by her and Coiny, even if it means being dirty. She ensures they're put up for elimination and REVELS in it.

Cut to BFDIA 18. Woah Bunch is disbanded by Golf Ball. Coiny says the line:

"May the best player win."

Oh.

She sees how it is.

She sees how it is.

Fine. She doesn't need Coiny. She doesn't need anyone. Screw them all, she'll play and win for herself. She ANTAGONIZES the other contestants.

I don't know how her redemption is going to play out in canon. During IDFB she'll start exploring her identity and reflecting. She's been so focused on the game that she rarely ever thought of who she is and now she has a chance to.

She gets her pigment removed. She's going to start fresh.

She gets it back before BFB, perhaps due to being recovered, and stays red for the game.

She's concerned about what others think, too. Sure, there's other outwardly trans contestants but.. god, she doesn't know.

She's got sass but has become nicer. She genuinely cares about others and supporting them.

I think I have to flesh out more of BFB before I'm certain on what I want to do with her there.

In TPOT 2 she's hard against cheating(or what she sees as cheating) because of her behavior in BFDIA. Two is fine with the glue, so...

Huh. Okay, then.

Coiny and Pin also have that moment in TPOT 2 where Coiny says he enjoyed how BFDIA went and had fun-- Pin argues against that. She's not proud of her actions and the worry of being like that again is still present. It's weighing her down because it never left her side.

She knows on some level that she doesn't need to care about what others think... But it's there, a quiet concern.

In TPOT 2 she'll learn to ignore that again. It doesn't matter.

If so... she can be who she wants to be. That applies to her looks too.

She gets her pigment removed again. It's time to start fresh. It's time to let go of her past actions.

She tries out different decorations throughout TPOT up to her elimination.

Pin will eat anything with paprika. She LOVES paprika.

She's loved collecting tokens since BFDI!

ALSO Pin will not have limbs after she loses them in BFDIA. At all.

[greeneldritchfurby]

yknow what... Here's a list of Hatchetfield Rarepairs that I think are neat!

Some l've thought up, some may already exist.. Either way I think about them constantly, and I need to share my brainrot.

23oz Chai - Paul 23 / Ted Spankoffski

- workplace crush but, plot twist, one of them is a clone

- Ted confesses, and Paul 23, even though he's unsure if the real Paul would go along with it, accepts anyway.

- everyone in the office reacts to it in shock, and they are convinced it is an elaborate prank. (Its not)

Cat Sweater - Charlotte / Melissa (Charlissa)

- Melissa supports Charlotte through her rocky marriage. Sapphic feelings ensue!

- They bond over their love of cats!

- Crazy cat lady and her sopping wet cat gf!

Dirty Boy - Mark Chasity / Boy Jerry

- Two repressed religious men grappling with internalized homophobia!

- A lot of gay denial and religious guilt in this one!

- Also, Jerry's nature rubs off on Mark a little. Maybe they go a little off the walls together!

Donnapiro - Donna Daggit/ Detective Shapiro

- They start out disliking each other, Shapiro not liking how Hatchetfield News reports crime and Donna despising Shapiro for getting in the way of their journalism

- Slowly, their competition becomes incredibly homoerotic.

- Enemies to lovers, reporter x detective yuri. Solving crimes and being sapphic!

Fast But Pricey - Barry Swift / Frank Pricely (Priceswift)

- I have little justification for this one but.. ldk, I think they would be fun together.

- Frank is just really lonely, let him have a gay lover.

- Their relationships moves fast. (Barry is in a hurry! And Frank is so alone he doesn't mind.)

Latte Bottay - Zoey Chambers / Emmdroid (Zoemdroid)

- They bond over a dislike of the real Emma!

- Zoey is surprisingly chill with the robot thing.

- This also works pretty well with 23ozChai. Paul 23 gets his work crush, Emmdroid gets her work crush, its a win win! bonus wlw mlm solidarity!

Nibblinda - Nibbly / Linda

- Linda treats Nibbly to fine meats and sweets. In return, Nibbly eats her dad and protects her. Overall, a pretty sweet deal!

- Perhaps, they get a little blood on their hands.

- Linda chews people out (figuratively), and Nibbly bites them (literally)

Plastic Cars - Gerald Monroe / Tom Houston

- Hear me out.. Divorced dads realize they are gay... for each other.

- Tim gets a new dad, instead of a new mom.

- Again, I must stress.. middle aged men in love!

Sheiloway - Sheila Young / Miss Holloway

- This is ooc as fuck but the enemies to lovers calls to me.

- They both get someone to confide to about the struggles of lord shenanigans and near immortality

- wlw witches!

Showstoppers - Henry Hidgens / Pokey

- Theater nerds who will murder at the drop of a hat.

- I mean, Pokey did include Show Stopping Number in Inevitable, so that's a little gay.

- They are both just.. really gay tbh.

Spoiled Cat - Linda Monroe / Charlotte Sweetly (Charlinda)

- I think pairing a mean rich lady with a sweet, but this close to losing it, lady is very fun.

- Tbh, I just think the day Charlotte dates a woman is the day her entire world changes.

- Also, I think Charlotte should be allowed to be a little mean for once. Linda would help her be more assertive.

Tentacle Bastard - Wiggly / Ted Spankoffski

- Wiggly steals his brother's toy, and gets more than he bargained for!

- Wiggly tries to scare Ted with his big scary octopus form. It does not have the intended effect!

- Wiggly keeps trying to terrify Ted, but jokes on him Ted is into that, and that flusters him. However, Ted's unabashed bastard confidence has an unexpected side effect: Wiggly catches feelings

Webworship - Webby / Karen Chasity

- Karen finds a new god(dess) to "worship"!

- Unsatisfied wife summons a goddess for some company, and the goddess doesn't mind!

- A little bit of religious guilt in this one, as Karen goes against her beliefs by beginning to "worship" a new god, but its still mostly wholesome!

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Thomas King and Monty Finch (Actor/Accidental Pretty Woman AU)

Monty throws his hands up. “Why did you call me, Thomas?” he asks again.

I just wanted you here.

The words appear unbidden in his head, but the minute he thinks them, he knows they’re the truth. And wow, Christ, is that terrifying. 

“Look, I’m sorry,” he says, sitting back down on the couch and gesturing for Monty to do the same. Monty hesitates, but complies. “It’s just, it’s been a shitty day.”

He can see the way Monty tries to resist, the exact moment when curiosity wins and he asks, “What happened?”

Thomas hesitates, wondering how much he can safely say. “My ex got engaged.” There. That’s generic, vague enough to apply to almost anyone. “And the whole goddamn world can’t stop talking about it.”

-anything_thats_rock_and_roll, people think i'm pretty (I'll sell my pride instead)

Once upon a time it was paradise

Once upon a time I was paralyzed

Think I'm gonna miss these harbour lights

But it's time to let it go

Once upon a time it was made for us

Woke up one day, it had turned to dust

Baby, we were found, but now we're lost

So it's time to let it go

-Miley Cyrus, Slide Away

And once again @anything-thats-rock-and-roll knocking it out of the fucking PARK with what is definitely the best chapter yet in this au!

@nix-nihili @sapphic-corgi @ghostofthegallows

@icarus-n-flames @petvampire @sasakisyndrome

@idliketobeatree @cairngorm-ard @paradox-brody-chase

@saffirez @every-moment-a-different-sound

@e-payne @freudensteins-monster

[sapphiresgarden]

summary ☾⋆⁺₊ You didn't even realize when the interest in your brother's friend– Clorinde, turned into adoration. But alas, your brother is no one else than Wriothesley and so your little crush will not go unnoticed… notes ☾⋆⁺₊ clorinde x gn!reader this work is meant to be read as sapphic. headcanons. reader is a sapphic disaster, crush-on-the-first-glance, not written very seriously so take it with a grain of salt. heheheHEHEH HIII this idea was so silly. i'm happy i finally wrote it. as a fellow lesbian disaster i had to write reader just falling for a pretty serious woman and be an absolutely mess (while still pulling the said woman) ft. wrio being a menace. @snobwaffles get ur food!! men dni.

→ It started as something… really, not much. You were spending most of the time in the infirmary room with Sigewinne, chatting and helping her with the patients. If not with her, you would be in Wriothesley's office, dragged by him to enjoy a short "tea break". The break was really just you relaying all the gossip and other interesting things you've heard over a cup of warm tea, but… those were simple details. It was usually just you and Wriothesley, sometimes Sigewinne if she wasn't busy, until that one day when a new person appeared in his office. That person was Clorinde, of course. You've heard of her, who didn't? But never really had the chance to talk to her before, somehow always missing her visits to the Fortress of Meropide until now. She was here just for a moment, just to give something to Wriothesley and leave, she claimed. And yet it didn't stop him from asking her to stay for some tea. You jokingly chimed in, asking if your presence during the tea breaks was not enough anymore, and at that moment, Clorinde finally spared you a longer glance.

→ Oh, archons. You weren't the person to fall for anyone with just a single, mere, one godsdamn glance, no. You were above being a hopeless romantic pining for anyone that caught your interest, really. And yet when you met her deep, piercing, violet gaze your smile almost faltered, your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you no longer could put yourself above falling for the first pretty person you see on the street. Your brother's office– the place was not the point! The point was that you just saw the prettiest yet intimidating woman in your life, someone you would actually admire from afar, watching her fight the brave fools wishing to win their freedom. And you wouldn't get bored of it. In simple words, you were simply fucked, and this? Was only the beginning.

→ Clorinde agreed to stay that day. You spent most of the tea break just sneaking glances at her, admiring her from your seat but rarely speaking. You were fine with simply watching her and listening to her talk. But then the short meeting ended and for… reasons, yes, you started visiting your brother's office more often. Be it with Sigewinne for her usual Wriothesley check-up, be it alone with the offer of a tea break, assuming he's not busy himself, all to see if you can catch Clorinde in the office again. You thought you were so sneaky with that but, no, you were nowhere close to being sneaky. Especially not when you just… ah, mentioned Clorinde in the passing, wondering when his friend would come to visit again… He gave you a look. You gave him a look. At that moment you realized that you were nowhere being subtle about your interest in her. He surely noticed the quick glances from above your cup at her, didn't he– He did. You wanted to laugh at yourself and your poor try at being subtle.

→ But for once, life decided to smile at you. Just as you wished, you managed to get another chance to meet Clorinde. Again in the office, around tea, but it was a chance nonetheless. You swore to yourself that this time, you would actually talk more to her. You would get nowhere with simply sitting in silent admiration, right? Not when your brother knew about that because you were oh, so, subtle that everyone and their mother knew. You even started to suspect that it was thanks to him who arranged this meeting… not that you were mad at him, no. You quietly appreciated it. And it was going well, this time you found it in yourself to talk to Clorinde, even despite the nerves. It was going… good, even. You were getting along with her and you could feel your little crush only grow and grow.

→ But your brother's name was Wriothesley and, frankly, that man could be a terrible menace if he wanted to. And seemed today he wanted to, given how suddenly in the middle of the meeting, he got up from his chair and apologized for the suddenness of it, but he just remembered that he had something to do and had to leave, but no, you and Clorinde should still enjoy your tea party, he would be back in a minute or two. His "one minute" was in reality ten. A part of you was happy to be left with Clorinde alone, you would finally be able to talk alone with her, just you. But the other part of you wanted to smack your brother, especially after the knowing look he gave you and, maybe, just maybe, throw him into the nearest water container and wish for him the worst.

→ And to your surprise, the conversation with Clorinde didn't instantly die. No, you two managed to find a common topic after a moment of awkward silence and you could swear she herself was trying to keep on the conversation. In a rather sloppy way, but you appreciated the effort either way. It was pleasant, even if a little awkward and the ten minutes passed way too fast for your own liking. The moment Wriothesley came back, Clorinde excused herself, saying that now she had to go back to work. You were surprised at how fast she got up because, archons, the conversation was going just well, wasn't it? Or maybe she really was busy and it wasn't just an excuse…

→ Before you could think more about it, Clorinde added that she would be back next week, her gaze stopping on you for a moment before leaving the office with a short goodbye to Wriothesley. You blinked, dumbfounded. She will be here next week. She looked at you as she said that. You would get to talk with her again. You were just about to, oh, maybe yell a little from happiness when Wriothesley cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows and going "Soooo..." in this annoying way of his and all the feeling of appreciation of leaving you alone with her went out of the room, the urge to drown– throw something at him came back. Godsdamn gossip girl of a brother.

→ But… another meeting with Clorinde was secured. That was what mattered the most. Now, you would only need to find a way to get him out of the room, his own office, but that was for later. Maybe you could even ask Sigewinne to help you… later.