lol girls shipping f/f fetishizes queer women
shit man
and yes, someone can implement f/f in a feminist way because it’s in inherently subversive to the male-centered status quo as a complete rejection of any romantic and sexual dependence with men and the male gaze! if you’re a chick or genderqueer peep writing it that is!
I totes want to write/draw lesbian Rule63!Ed and Winry now. The only lesbian Ed/Winry fic I ever saw was awful so it’s definitely a gap fandom needs to fill.
LOOK I FOUND A NAO X AKANE AMV
and that made me think of June first off
associating ships with people is a thing i do now apparently.
It’s really cute.
I can’t believe I’m actually just going around reading fanfic, it’s been forever since I did that, but it’s actually pretty easy to locate stuff that might be good on this site.
To be honest I was disappointed with the fic I did for Anthy x Utena before- it was fluff, but by trying to have it make sense, it relied too much on contrived coincidence. So I did this one, which is much shorter and a little less happy-go-lucky. Warning, it does mention the past in-canon sexual assault both Utena and Anthy have experienced- not in detail, nor does it describe it, it just alludes to it and explores the possibility of them being triggered (in a vague sort of way). Mentions injuries and scarring. Also mentions sex more directly than my fics usually do (since I’m a hopless asexual virgin and all) but it doesn’t go into detail. I like this one much better than the other one right now.
Touch was a funny thing for both of them.
One time, Anthy grabbed Utena from behind, looping her arms around her and hugging her tightly. She let go quickly when she felt Utena flinch, shudder under her hands. Utena turned around and gave her a pained smile and say “Sorry. Really, it’s all right.” But it wasn’t all right. Anthy never approached her from behind again. The weight of the memory was too much.
Anthy wondered if Utena would ever feel comfortable turning her back on her.
And…
(Source: thisyearsgirls, via bluejaybirdie)
Purity and Pain (set after episode 102)
Haruka was spread out on Michiru’s couch, her feet dangling off the armrests. Michiru sat in an armchair across from her, watching her snore.
It was so stupid Haruka wouldn’t sleep in her bed.
“I can’t kick you out,” she’d protested. “The couch is fine for me.”
“Don’t be silly, you’re injured,” Michiru snapped.
“Look, if it’s that big a deal, I can drive back to my place.”
“I refuse to let you do that. You’re dead on your feet and there’s no reason to make you go home. If you’re worried about kicking me out of bed, I could…it’s a big bed, so we could just…share.”
Haruka stared at her for a second. Michiru did her best to keep her face impassive.
“N-no… that’s… I’m not going to impose…the couch is definitely a better plan.”
Michiru shook her head as Haruka turned away. The woman would flirt with anything that moved, but the thought of a little intimacy turned her into a deer in headlights.
Of course, would Michiru have been able to restrain herself in the same bed with Haruka? Or would she have ended up “compromising the mission”?
Part 1 is here. Set after various moments in S. The first on in this post is set after episode 111, and the last on is set after Haruka and Michiru left town in episode 126. I’ll post the whole fic in one post later tonight.
Lies and Loneliness
Michiru had insisted on taking the couch. Haruka knew this was a dig at her, in typical Michiru style. She decided to passive aggressively respond the same way Michiru had- by also refusing to take the bed.
She sat beside Michiru on her couch. The TV was playing, but neither of them were really paying attention. Haruka stole glances at the girl beside her and she could feel Michiru stealing glances at her when she was working.
Haruka felt utterly exhausted and she was sure Michiru felt the same. They had both had their hearts ripped out today and all. Yet here they were, pretending they weren’t tired.
“You lied to me,” she said to Michiru, finally. “You never planned to keep your end of our deal.”
She expected for Michiru to deny it, to say she hadn’t meant to, to give some sort of justification. But she didn’t. She simply nodded.
“Why…did you lie to me?” Haruka’s heart beat a little faster as she asked the question. She both dreaded and anticipated the answer. “You were the one who came up with the deal in the first place…”
Michiru gave a faint smile. “I think you can figure out the answer.”
Haruka snorted, crossing her arms. “It was unfair of you.”
“Haruka, what about our situation was ever fair?” Michiru said lightly.
“No. No, you can’t brush this off.” Haruka sprang up from the couch, pointing her finger like a malediction. “You set it up so I’d have to be alone, but you wouldn’t be. It was selfish!”
“Yes.” Michiru responded, meeting Haruka’s incensed glare with a cool, steady gaze. “Yes, I am a selfish person. I’ve never pretended otherwise. Getting you involved with me in the first place was selfish. It was the least I could do to ensure you wouldn’t get hurt.”
I plan to do a series of three short Haruka and Michiru fics set during S, the aftermath of various moments. This is the first one, set just after episode 102
Haruka was spread out on Michiru’s couch, her feet dangling off the armrests. Michiru sat in an armchair across from her, watching her snore.
It was so stupid Haruka refused to sleep in her bed.
“I can’t kick you out of your own bed,” she’d protested to Michiru. “The couch is fine for me.”
“Don’t be silly, you’re injured,” Michiru had snapped.
“Look, if it’s that big a deal, I can drive back to my place.”
“I refuse to let you do that. You’re dead on your feet and there’s no reason to make you go home. If you’re seriously worried about kicking me out of bed…it’s a big bed, so well…perhaps…we could simply…share.”
Haruka had stared at her for a second. Michiru had done her best to keep her face impassive.
“N-no… that’s… I’m not going to impose…the couch is definitely a better plan.”
Michiru had shook her head as Haruka turned away. The woman would flirt with anything that moved, but the thought of a little intimacy turned her into a deer in headlights.
Of course, would Michiru have been able to restrain herself in the same bed with Haruka? Or would she have ended up “compromising the mission”?
Well, if Haruka refused to sleep comfortably, Michiru certainly wasn’t going to either. She couldn’t stand the thought of being all alone in her huge bed while Haruka slept just a few feet away. So she sat here in the living room, her eyes fastened on Haruka’s bandaged arm.
It was the second time in a short period Haruka had been injured like this during combat. Michiru felt like a failure. She had vowed to protect Haruka through everything, but she was letting her get hurt- over and over again.
Of course, it was a different kind of pain that Michiru really needed to protect Haruka from.
Woo I did a short oneshot thing! It’s not as good as I’d like and turned out a little longer than expected too, but I tried. Vaguely based off official art.
Anthy had been in the outside world for a few months now, but crowds still scared her. The people milled around her, their faces blending into one another. Something brushed against her and she jolted, raising her hand to her face to block what she felt certain had to be an oncoming sword. But no, it was simply a man hurrying past her. Of course it was. Outside Ohtori Academy, nobody used swords anymore.
It was one of the many surprising changes the world had gone through while she’d been away. She felt like she had been running alongside everybody, but she’d tripped and they’d all left her behind. Now she was struggling to catch up.
She took the roses and threaded her way back to the cash register, forcing a smile. She’d gotten the job at the flower shop a little over a month ago. It had been like a miracle. She had no papers, no credentials, no work experience, almost no proof she even existed. She told people that she’d attended Ohtori Academy, but no one had ever heard of it.
“Why don’t you just go back there?” A potential employer had sneered in a fit of frustration after receiving her non committal answers. Anthy had lowered her eyes, clenched her hands together and made a quick exit, muttering “sorry to bother you.” Sometimes she wondered if she had changed at all.
But the man who ran the flower shop had looked her up and down and hired her right away. His gaze had been one all too familiar to her, the kind of gaze that crawled up you, the kind that wanted to crawl inside you. But a job was a job and she needed one if she wanted to survive long enough to find Utena.
She had no idea where to start with that. “Wait for me”- She’d spoken with such confidence, but really, what did she have to go on? The outside world was so much bigger than she remembered. She wondered if Utena felt as lost as she did. Probably not.
All the best romances involve one party turning into a car.
Done for Femslash Feb. I have a couple more vids planned in that vein too.
Utena x Anthy video to the song “Drive” by Melissa Ferrick, clips are from the Adolescence of Utena and a couple from Revolutionary Girl Utena. Enjoy!
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