Femslash Ebbruary
Standalone pieces separate from the event month establishing pairings that do their best to bolster the yuri index. 32,747 / 53
Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high...
get out of my notes app i have to watch a study hall
It's now that Elma realizes what Goetia truly is.
Mythra's just another negative girl. She doesn't believe in much of anything.
"I am yours, you are mine - you are what you are."
How Brighid could be on fire, forever, and not be consumed was an enigma to Mòrag. It shouldn't have been, though - Mòrag herself had survived the flames many a time.
Two straightforward girls make a simple, sweet promise.
As a blade, forged in the fire...
It is merely quintessence that serves to align these fixed, tracing stars.
The kind of thing that remained, across universes.
truths only discovered with lips sealed and minds mumbling.
Goodness gracious! Girls kissing!
Give it up. Give it all up.
Good to get it all out in the open, right?
Sena has spent the previous eight-and-some terms of her life thinking in ors only.
One thing she's learned, bein' a proper adult 'n' all: you gotta ask these questions.
...and what a lovely way to go.
Now, I don't pretend to tell you how to find happiness and love, when every day is a struggle to survive. But I do insist that you do survive, because the days and the years ahead are worth living for!
The night, cool and shifting, is its own little world.
Most people who throw their food do so due to the subconscious fear that if they don't, later they may sit on it !
Always a reason. Always preparation...for that wonderful moment.
what you are, and what you haven't
what you see before you is
what you see before you is
The bitch is burning. The stars are on fire.
Patroka had killed a lot of things.
Brighid ponders.
To be a walking contradiction; to be sweet anger and gentle rage...
It was frightful, all that tranquility.
You can look, but you can't touch.
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...just another stop along the way...
As Origin's final pendulum swings...
As Origin's final pendulum swings...
Aionios is, in some respects, a world built entirely on preconceived notions.
Classical, inmitable victory.
You've always been going. It should be funny, but it ain't.
Having dispensed with the requisite violence of the day, Flora and Elma take a walk.
And though I know you couldn't care, you oughta...
Lora blinks rapidly. Stutters.
Generally, she's entirely out of her depth, only she isn't at all concerned with swimming.
Generally, she's entirely out of her depth, only she isn't at all concerned with swimming.
Nia felt it all too close to what she herself had experienced. Only problem was, Fan was different.
She'll come around eventually. Right?
It was unlike any place she'd ever seen on Alrest.
Some things, however, were the same.
Some things, however, were the same.
Oh, Lora is absolutely fascinating.
(maybe not so mild as originally intended)
It's taste!
(random word generator saved me from several fruitless attempts at a prompt/topic/theme/throughline: radii)
Sometimes hurt people hurt people, and sometimes they heal other hurt people instead.
Constrained to structured, sophisticated, over-socialized haunts, one cannot hope to comprehend all of what really makes up a life.
Haze can't catch the fleeting moments; they run by altogether too fast.
With Lora gone, Haze falls to pieces.
She's a little explosion of hope...never turns the lights down low, she can go there if you want to though.
Pyra isn't just warm. No, not just.
Pyra isn't just warm. No, not just.
Humans are swift. Humans are strong. Humans are ceaseless.
Suddenly, Fiora is none of those things.
Suddenly, Fiora is none of those things.
On a clear day, you can see forever. Right?
Mythra hates Brighid so much. So, so much.
Doesn't she?
Doesn't she?
Am I allowed to look at her like that?
She means everything to me.
She means everything to me.
Flames azure and feathers molting, she emerges glorious and unattainable...the Firebird.