#queencest

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Thanks to a follower, @angiedceu23, for sharing this AI-generated Queencest wedding art piece with us all.

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Hey Queencesters!

In trying to revive my muse for my fanfictions, I have created a moderated collection on AO3. (Three guesses on the focus. Just kidding.)

I am tagging all the Queencesters that I know of. If you have written a Queencest (Oliver/Thea Queen) fanfiction and posted it on AO3, feel free to add it to the collection and I'll approve it ASAP.

Here's the link to the collection, if you are interested.

Tags: @unusual-raccoon, @herbeloved82, @incensuous, @edgeofthemultiverse, @kinshiped, @shipcestuous, @shipcestprompts, @shadoweddarkness1230 & @lovecest. Share if you know anyone who would like this.

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Queencest (Thea Queen x Oliver Queen) from Arrow stimboard!

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I was reading through the "Incest Yay Shipping", and I stumble across a section describing Oliver and Thea Queen (bro/sis) from CW's "Arrow", where it mentions how so many people in the fandom felt more chemistry between between those characters than Oliver's actual love interests in the show! XD In regard to the Wanda/Vision thing mentioned by the other anon, I agree with that. Writers are all but shoving characters together aren't gonna be sold on that pairing. Fans can tell it was forced.

I love that Oliver/Thea made it onto Incest Yay Shipping. I would not have guessed that it got that much attention, although there was a good number of us shippers during the first season, and a fair amount of activity. That pleases me.

Forced is a good way of describing it.

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[the-feral-gremlin]

WHY did i click on the queen siblings edit with (+ 8x03) on it.

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[rattycattyfanfic]

something like (self)love

Pairing: “Jekyll” Regina/“Hyde” Evil Queen Rated: E Words: 1,551

She’d come to hurt but ends up loving.

Split Queen. Regina battles with self-sacrifice and self-love, and also herself, literally.

For Day 4 of Kinktober - Mirror Sex.

Read on AO3

Regina doesn’t know quite how it happens. She’d come to confront, snuck away to do the sort of rash thing all of the Un-Charmings would admonish her for, to kill and hurt even though she doesn’t do that anymore. (It’s ok, if it’s yourself and for the greater good, right? It’s not suicide, it’s sacrifice. Heroism. Heroism – she doesn’t know what she is anymore, but she knows she can do this.)

The Queen is seduction, a low honey voice and a sharp tongue and knowledge of just where to press and how hard to squeeze. Squeeze, like Regina does her own heart, right there in her master bedroom until they are both crumpling with their hands clutched to their chests and biting back pained groans. It’s a threat, only a threat at first, except that just a little more pressure will end it all, finish this whole terrible mess and ensure her family are safe. Regina keeps squeezing, even feels and hears her heart begin to crack and creak in her fist, and then –

stops. Because the Queen is on her knees, arms wrapped around her chest as if she can so easily stop herself coming apart, and her eyes are so dark, pained, and exactly like her own. Like her own at that moment, probably, and like her own as the girl in a castle, as a mother missing her son, as a daughter wrapped in magical binds. They’re the same. Regina doesn’t know if that makes her want to squeeze harder or stop all together.

She stops.

They let out a synchronised gasp of relief, bodies relaxing. The Queen stays down on her knees for a long moment, looking confused and conflicted, then disappointed, then victorious.

“You didn’t do it.”

“No,” Regina agrees lowly.

“Weak,” the Queen sneers with glassy eyes. “You can’t even do us in. You can’t even do this.”

Regina bristles and wants to snap back, to grip and keep gripping until their hearts do crumble this time, just to prove she can. Like with mother, like a lifetime of kicking back and fighting until she drops. She breathes instead. “No,” she says again and steps forward. “No,” she says, and pushes her heart carefully back inside her chest.

The Queen stands and looks strangely hesitant, wobbly. Angry, with her lip curled, but eyes still wet and confused. Not attacking. Waiting.

“We’re the same. Your darkness – it’s mine, too,” Regina murmurs, and feels a little sick thinking about the crchh of their heart in her hand. Maybe suicide isn’t heroic. Maybe it’s just suicide. Murder. It’s all confusing, and god, Regina is so tired. “And my light, my love – that’s yours. It should be yours, too.”  She thinks of raising Henry, of making amends with Snow and Emma and how the Queen had been within her for all of it. Them, together.

The Queen shudders a wet breath and for once, has nothing bold to say.

“We can’t go on like this,” Regina says with a sad quirk of a smile, “I don’t want to,” and takes a manicured hand in her own neatly natural one. “I’m…so tired of hating, and I know you are too.”

A big tear rolls down one cheek, tracking through a mask of makeup, and the Queen squeezes her hand tentatively. “I want to love,” she admits roughly, quietly through the wetness. “Be loved.”

Regina nods, smiles a little bittersweet thing – I know and you are, you will be – and steps closer, taking the other hand too.

She’d come to hurt but ends up loving – pressing a tentative kiss to the Queen’s cheek and feeling her tremble beneath the touch, a kiss to those painted lips for reasons she can’t explain, feeling the surprised intake of breath against her own lips.

For all her grandeur, the Queen is uncertain, quiet, barely breathing in the face of terrifying intimacy as Regina leads her back to the bed and kisses her again with all the love she can muster. She hasn’t always known love, hasn’t always known how to love, especially herself, but maybe that’s exactly why she has to do this.

“What are you doing,” the Queen breathes as Regina kneels beside her on the soft ivory sheets and kisses her temple.

“Loving myself,” Regina answers simply. “Loving for the both of us, until you can.” When she kisses her next, the Queen remembers to respond, kisses back hesitantly at first, and then hungrily, as if she can drink in all of Regina’s strange sense of peace. It’s a yes, please, show me.

Regina undresses her other half slowly, carefully with her fingers and hands and no magic whatsoever. It’s a ritual, and by the time she eases the pins out of that tight, painful up-do, the Queen is trembling almost imperceptibly in front of the bedroom mirror, naked and strangely small with her shoulder pads gone and hair tumbling down her shoulders like Regina’s hasn’t in decades.

“We always did look good,” Regina says softly with a smirk, kneeling behind the Queen on the bed and admiring their reflection, and that seems to ease her other half’s nerves a little. Her dark lips curl up, a bit of that old familiar smug self-assuredness slipping back into place as she hums in agreement.

Regina dips to sweep dark hair to the side and kiss the nape of her neck once, and then down, down the notches of her spine. Her hands caress the woman’s shoulders, collar bones, gently, soothing and massaging. Finally, a finger trails lazily down the top of one breast, over the nipple and back again. She’s careful, barely touching, only teasing, and the Queen makes a quiet, lusty sound of impatience and squeezes Regina’s thigh hard. Her reflection bites down on her lip, and Regina hums a chuckle.

She supposes that teasing her volatile, black-hearted self into sexual frustration is probably not the brightest idea. Placing a hot, open mouth kiss to the juncture of her throat, Regina pinches a dusky nipple between two fingers and rolls, and the Queen tips her head back and lets out an obscene moan.

Apparently, there are pros to literally fucking yourself, because they know their body and responses better than anyone. Regina bets that if she moved lower, down between the Queen’s thighs, she’d find her wet already.

For now, Regina stays above waist – keeps palming her breasts and pinching the hard peaks hard enough to just about hurt until the Queen is arching and squeezing her thighs together for some friction. “Regina, stop teasing or so help me–”

Regina bites down on soft skin and suckles, and the acidic words trail off into a groan. The low groan morphs into a languid moan when finally, Regina reaches down to swipe through her slick heat and back up to her clit. She’s gentle, ghosting the sensitive nub with her thumb, circling, while her mouth still works sensual and bruising along her throat. Regina’s other hand abandons the pebbled nipple in favour of stroking soothing patterns up the Queen’s sides, her stomach, her hips. “Watch,” Regina tells her softly, embracing her from behind. Her thumb moves faster, harder, and she breathes, “Look at us.”

To her own dismay, the Queen obeys her weaker half, and opens her eyes to watch their bodies move together – the way they fit together, the curve of Regina’s arm around her waist, tender red and mauve already marring her neck and shoulders. Two slender, toned bodies identical but for newer bruises and different grooming choices, delicate fingers working between her thighs, glistening curls. “Fuck,” she gasps, bucking her hips.

Regina is inclined to agree – the Queen looks good with her long hair down and soft pink lines left from a tight corset still fading on her skin, needy and overcome with pleasure rather than evil schemes and thoughts of murder. She wonders if she looks like this too, if vulnerability looks as good on her as it does the Queen. It’s a strange thought to have, so she gives it up and crooks a finger inside tight heat instead.

One finger becomes two, finally three, and they find a comfortable rhythm of Regina willingly giving, deep and slow, and the Queen taking, arching into her ‘good’ half. “Yes, yes,” she groans, dropping her head back onto Regina’s shoulder, and the mayor kisses her temple and loves.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs, thrusting a little faster. “Powerful, brave,” each word punctuated with a kiss. “Stunning,” in every way, and the Queen hears the unsaid words echo and almost sobs as she watches their reflections from under hooded lids.

“Worthy.” Regina flicks her clit, rubs faster. “Loved,” and the Queen spasms around her fingers and cries out as she falls over the edge. She shudders, trembles, and she’s no longer looking in the mirror, but Regina watches as her other half comes apart and feels a surge of emotion.

When she comes down and can open her eyes again, the Queen’s cheeks are wet with spilt tears. She breathes hard, breathes, and Regina just holds her tight and says nothing. She just listens to the slowing, quieting breaths and her own heart thumping in her chest and wills the love she’s received to seep into the Queen’s black heart too.

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“[...] you look beautiful.” scene

from Season One, Episode Eleven, “Trust But Verify.”

↪️ Size: 540 pixels x 300 pixels

just in case anyone else wanted to see the kiss bigger as well.

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Queencest Plot 002: Murder House

Title: Murder House

Type: 1x1

Inspiration: AHS: Season One

Pairing: Queencest (Oliver/Thea)

Spoilers for: Season One of ARROW & American Horror Story

Rating: Mature (Only 18+ need apply)

Warnings: Incest

Location: Los Angeles, CA

After the havoc of the man-made earthquake and subsequent hatred following their mother’s not guilty verdict, what remained of the Queen family was forced to leave their Starling City mansion. They needed some place that their surname didn’t grant them evil looks and whispers to regroup and reconnect. Wanting to stay California, Moira Queen bought a house in Los Angeles without consulting her children beforehand.

At first, both Oliver and Thea are displeased at being left out of the decision. However, as they are preparing to move into their new house, the siblings decide to give their new lives an honest try. It helps that they both find their new home quite charming. So charming in fact that Thea wonders why the house was on sale in the first place and so cheaply too. She did a quick Google search and low and behold came upon a horrible truth. Their new home was dubbed ‘the Murder House’ online and apparently there had been a series of brutal murders or horrific deaths over the years; most recently were the deaths of the Harmon family two years prior.

As the mystery of the house in itself plays on Thea’s mind, she fails to house the effects of the house on her family and herself. She doesn’t see how angry both she and her brother Oliver are growing at their mother or how mother begins to nitpick at Thea more and more for inadequacies she finds with Thea. The only real change that Thea takes note of it is how her incestuous feelings of love and lust for elder brother have begun to spiral towards too much to take.

While Thea suffers through that, Oliver struggles both with his feelings of failure in regards to his father’s mission and what happened to Tommy. With each day that passes, the man of the house grows increasingly unhappy with what has become of his life. The only thing that brings him joy anymore is his little sister and even that is beginning to turn for him. He finds his love for her is shifting into something different and he begins to have lust-filled thoughts about his sister. All of it is serving to anger the man further.

Each day the family of three lives in the infamous ‘Murder House,’ the closer and closer they all come to an explosive end to their tragic and twisted tale. The only question is whose will give first and in which manner?

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[shipcestuous]

There's a Wizards of Waverly Place revival coming!  With David & Selena. I am so excited.

The potential is great.

Crossing my fingers!

[antidepressantangel]

I know I've fallen into some...let's say questionable ships in my time being a fanboy but my god some them are just so dirty.

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Neither GIF is mine. The Pennywise GIF was made by vampirecorleone & the Tholiver one was made by amanitacaplan.