Image 1: a picture of a person from the waist up, their back to the audience. The have pale skin and long red hair that is partially done back in a braid. They wear a light green top with an open back and see-through short sleeves that flowers made of fabric on them.
Image 2: a book open to pages full of text on top of rumpled bed sheets.
Image 3: a picture of the Temple of Olympian Zeus, showing four pillars holding up the side of the upper frame.
Image 4: a screenshot of a text message that says, “I FEEL SO ARTISTIC AND GAY” sent at 11:20 pm and marked as read.
Image 5: a picture of two people sitting, facing away from the audience. One person has long dark hair and leans against the shoulder of the other, who has curly blonde hair.
Image 6: writing that says, “oh no! she’s pretty”.
Image 7: a small draw string sack open with letter tiles spilled out in front of it.
Image 8: a picture of a raised hand with colorful paint strokes covering most of the skin
Image 9: a person with long blonde hair and pale skin laying on their back on a white comforter. End ID.]
pieck/annie, things that weigh on your mind. T rating.
they’re laying side by side, faces turned towards each other, with half-worn bedsheets bunched up around their bodies, the night an overhanging veil of gloom. they’ve been here before, many times, always the ritual of annie slipping into pieck’s bed at night when she can’t sleep. she says as much every time she walks in when the moon has dwindled to a fleeing silver, gives the same explanation: it’s too hard to sleep in my room. the real reason, which pieck begins discerning soon after the first ten times it happens, is: i’m frightened, and i can’t stand to be alone with my thoughts. she sees it in the trembling palms of her ambivalent hands, the way her fingers dig into the side of her long sleeves, the penitential gloom annie always falls into. each time, pieck simply nods and lays there in the dark, peering at her through diaphanous eyelashes, and lets her warmth and breathing lull her into a better escape. she never probes, simply gives her a safe space away from prying questions.
tonight annie looks different. she usually feels a hundred times older, her world-weariness cavitating itself into her shoulders. but now she peers at pieck with so much blue in her eyes, such a far cry from her usual dreamless stare, that she looks for a moment like the world’s most young and vulnerable girl. as pieck brushes a stray strand of hair behind annie’s ears, she feels a question working its way into the shape of annie’s voice.
do you think people like us can ever be forgiven? annie asks, her voice coming out choked and ensnared in the stale midnight air.
pieck’s face is calm, but she feels a vise settling itself into her throat as she replies. she’s thought too often about the same thing. she lets a hard truth fall from her lips. it’s alright if we can’t, annie. nobody leaves this world with their hands clean.
and annie, understanding that this is the only lifeline available to monsters like her— a necessary one if she wants to avoid tormenting herself to madness— curls her fingers around pieck’s soft hands.
My illustrations for The Duchess and the Spy, for @adoribullmb! It’s a raunchy rule 63 regency AU– if that sounds like your jam, please check it out, you’re gonna love it.
And big thanks to the author, who provided me with tons and tons of really useful references, even though I ended up drawing them half-dressed anyway, and whose enthusiasm made this really fun to work on. <3
So, I was really nervous when it came time to assign artists for the minibang. I was a little worried that I would get shouted down for writing genderswap or femslash, but mostly that my assigned artist wouldn’t understand why it was so important to me that Bull stay… well, Big.
I’m sure it’s obvious that I lucked out, because DAMN. That is a Giant Woman with Giant Horns.
And, like. She’s not made into some male-gazey idea of what a queer woman (or any woman!) “should” look like in order to be palatable.
And for today warm-up, here it is, a wlw ship of two women that I have never seen interacting in screen but that I still see them and think “wow, they would fit so good together”… so please, accept this sketch of Burnin/Midnight from MHA
ArtistMagicXiang brings us an INCREDIBLY sexy image of sisters Ram and Rem from Re:Zero. It is very rare to see a tribadism image where the girls are wearing pantyhose that are not torn apart in any way (unless it is one of my photoshops).
These are my characters again: Alice (albino) and Lily (red). Alice - a witch, earns a living by layouts of tarot cards, fortunetelling, predictions and other things. She does not see the future, but she is a very insightful girl. Her talent is different: by nature, Alice is a very strong magician. That’s just the problem: she does not know how to control her abilities, and therefore restrains herself with all her might, fearing to harm others.
Lily is an ordinary student who dreams of building a musical career. The problem is that she is shy, awkward and afraid of the scene. She is a cheerful and positive person who does not know how to control emotions, unlike Alice. Very romantic, windy and kind.
Lily and Alice get to know each other when Lily comes to Alice after announcing a room for rent in the apartment. It turns out that the reason for the low price lies in the apartment, literally filled with magic (mostly because of Alice). There are a lot of strange and wonderful things that first scare Lily. But soon she was fascinated by the low cost of rent, and after that by the mysterious landlady of the apartment, which even does not take off her bright red shawl in the heat.
