useless lesbianism

Virgo//27//Married//Poly// Banner Pic by Toodrunktofindaurl https://archiveofourown.org/users/LemonSourFawn https://x.com/lemonsourfawn?t=4HOgOvvY7-UMEDss7Mm82A&s=09

[lemonsourfawn]

Hey twin you doing okay?

Howdy hey

I haven't been active in a hot second, a lot has happened in my personal life so my mental health/physical health took a nose dive and I've just been trying to get myself better before I keep writing.

Chapter six of Why do I love this feeling is nearly finished, I've been working on it piece by piece whenever I have the brain power.

I do feel bad for not keeping up but I'd rather be in a better head space to produce some good chapters ^^

[lemonsourfawn]

"Why Do I Love This Feeling?" SNIPPET #10

HI I AM ALIVE I PROMISE LIFE GOT SUPER BUSY AFTER I RECOVERED FROM COVID HERE TAKE THIS AS AN APOLOGY

CRASH

The sound was sharp, violent—like a hammer beating through the cozy hum of the movie. Mira and Zoey both jerked hard at the noise, Mira’s pulse spiking like she’d been jolted awake from a nightmare. Zoey’s startled gasp echoed Mira’s sharp inhale, their heads snapped toward the kitchen at the exact same moment, eyes wide, only to discover… absolutely nothing.

Just an empty space past the counter, still and quiet. No movement. No Rumi.

And that—more than the crash—was the most alarming part. The silence sent a chill in the air making the hairs on Mira’s arm rise.

“Rumi?” Zoey called out, her voice wavering with a blend of confusion and unease. She shifted forward on the couch, straightening up, her eyes straining over the countertop as though the few inches of height would help her see the other side. “Rumi, are you okay?”

Silence.

Mira didn’t wait for a response. Her body moved on instinct, vaulting over the backrest of the couch with the precision of a leopard. The dancer landed hard on her feet, and hurried into the kitchen. Mira’s pulse roared in her ears as her heart rate began to spike. Behind her, she heard the shuffle of Zoey rising and following, but she didn’t turn back.

Mira rounded the kitchen counter and stopped dead.

The scene before her was utter chaos like the start of a crime scene. A yellow ceramic plate lay shattered across the tiles, its jagged shards glittering in the soft kitchen light like broken teeth. The once neat rows of Mira’s carefully rolled kimbap were scattered across the floor, rice spilling out, seaweed torn. A half-dozen brightly colored snack bags that Rumi had pulled from the cupboards earlier now lay scattered in complete disarray, some burst open and leaking their contents. Then Mira’s eyes tracked the slow, glistening spread of liquid crawling across the ground. A broken bottle of soju lay on its side, the glass split in several sharp edged shards, its sharp scent wafting upward as clear alcohol trickled in rivulets towards the fridge.

But there was no sign of Rumi. It was like she was never there to begin with. 

Surely they would have heard Rumi run off, right?

Mira’s stomach dropped like a stone, heavy and jagged with anxiety and the hairs stood on the back of her neck with needle-like pricks.

Zoey reached Mira’s side, her eyes wide, lips pressed tight. They exchanged a single look—worry etched in every line of their faces—before the unspoken decision passed between them. They moved.

“Rumi!” Mira called, her voice sharper now, cutting through the apartment as she practically sprinted out of the kitchen. Her voice carried louder than she intended, echoing off the walls, the sound of her own panic thrown back at her. The silence that answered was deafening.

Where is she?

What the hell happened? 

Is she hurt? If she is, why didn’t she say anything?

Did a demon—no, no, they were safe here. Weren’t they? They would have felt it in the Honmoon if a demon passed through. There’s no way that could have happened so soon after they had just sealed the damn thing.

[Small reminder, my snippets are posted before my beta reads through the fic, meaning there may be some alterations in them when the official chapter is posted]

[lemonsourfawn]

So I am making chapter six longer than any previous chapter due to the fact I was sick for like three weeks as I have the immune system of a Victorian child. Especially since I have an issue with too much detail and I did say Rumi on the roof was going to happen one way or another.

I'm also starting on a song in the dark chapter three

I am hoping that before the end of the week one or both chapters can be published

[lemonsourfawn]

Idk if this has been asked yet, but in the notes of 'A song in the dark' you mentioned getting inspired from listening to Scylla and I gotta know, do you mean Scylla from EPIC the musical?

Howdy hey!

Yes I do! The song itself inspired the fic as a whole and some songs have even inspired future chapters

[lemonsourfawn]

OKAY IM FINALLY GETTING OVER COVID THANK GOD I WANT TO WRITE SO BAD

[lemonsourfawn]

OKAY IM FINALLY GETTING OVER COVID THANK GOD I WANT TO WRITE SO BAD

[lemonsourfawn]

You good twin?

Howdy hey

I've been sick as hell, hence there being very few writing updates or progress. After my rupture they thought I had bronchitis but it turns out I actually have covid, so I've been on and off conscious and dealing with fevers.

Slowly on the mend though but waiting till I'm at least 90% to get back to writing

Sorry for the heavy delay

[lemonsourfawn]

What's ur profile pic?

The one and only Helen Sharp played by Jennifer Simard in the Broadway adaptation of Death Becomes Her

(Outside of polytrix I am a massive musical theater nerd)

[lemonsourfawn]

Small update, the chapters are delayed once again, they believe I had bronchitis I don't which is cool but it turns out I actually have covid, so I have been pretty much asleep this whole time and writing when I have enough brain power for fun

[lemonsourfawn]

Have I put too much sauce in the pasta dish again?

Yes. Yes I did.

Am I going to split the chapter this time?

No.

No I am not.

TO A DEGREE!

[lemonsourfawn]

"Why Do I Love This Feeling?" SNIPPET #9

Mira’s expression only grew darker with every second. Her scowl was so unamused it only made Zoey laugh harder, her voice echoing off the tiled walls until she was practically wheezing. Mira sighed and muttered under her breath. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Zoey shot back instantly, a grin tugging at her lips. “You love me, and you know it.”

Mira’s scowl deepened, though only for a heartbeat. Her eyes rolled skyward as though asking for patience. “Wow. Can’t believe I let you in here to help me deal with my mortal wound, only for you to stab me in the pride instead.”

She reached out with her good hand and started nudging Zoey toward the door.

“Out with you.” 

Zoey gasped theatrically, hand pressed to her chest. “Now hang on a second! You can’t just kick me out—”

She tried to dig her heels into the tile to try and slow the momentum, but against Mira’s height and strength it was like pushing against a tree trunk, even with an injured hand. She was losing ground inch by inch.

“Yes, I can,” Mira stated in a matter of fact tone.

“No, no, no—wait, wait! I’m sorry!” Zoey blurted quickly, hands up in surrender as she found herself only a foot from the door. “Truce! Truce!” she declared, her voice comically loud in the enclosed space.

That made Mira pause, her hold loosening for a second. Zoey seized the opportunity and twisted herself in Mira’s grip, spinning to face her… with far too much momentum. The movement threw off both their balances, Mira staggering slightly as Zoey nearly toppled forward.

Mira’s reflexes saved them both—her good arm shot out, catching Zoey around the waist and anchoring them in place before either could crash to the floor. They froze, breaths mingling in the narrow space. 

Zoey’s eyes flicked up and at the same time Mira’s looked down. Their faces were inches apart.

[Reminder that things in my snippets may change once the official chapter is out]

[lemonsourfawn]

Is it okay to DM you? In a regular conversation kinda way 👉🏻👈🏻

Howdy hey!!!

Yeah absolutely! I am always willing to talk to just about anyone, I am a bit awkward but I do love chatting with people ^^ So don't be shy just toss me a message, I won't bite!

[sue-0-0]

Zoey in the spiderverse

[kinschi]

I heard that Rumi has an 8-pack. That she is shredded...

[lemonsourfawn]

"Why Do I Love This Feeling?" SNIPPET #8

Zoey waited.

She stood outside the bathroom door, the cool wooden floor beneath her bare feet grounding her impatience. She strained ears searching for movement, for anything, but there was nothing. The silence that answered her was heavy, suffocating almost. Her foot tapped restlessly against the floor, jaw tightening.

The maknae shifted with unease, arms crossing tight over her chest as she leaned her shoulder against the doorframe. Her knuckles rapped against the wood a second time—firmer, sharper. “Come on, Mira. It’s just me. Open the door.”

Finally, muffled words bled through the wood, low and rough. There was an edge to it, but Zoey could tell immediately it wasn’t anger. It was exhaustion, thick and dragging, strained like every word cost Mira something.

“I said I’m fine, Zoey. Just… go eat breakfast.”

Zoey froze. Her brows pinched together, arms folding across her chest as if Mira could see the glare she was directing straight through the wood.

“I already ate breakfast.” Zoey shot back, her voice carrying a stubborn edge. “That's how long you’ve been in there.” She let out a sigh that felt too heavy for her small frame as she deflated. “Come on, Mir… that burn looked pretty bad. Do you need help? Or—” she faltered, lips pressing together before she blurted it out, “a doctor maybe?”

Her voice cracked at the end, the stutter betraying just how worried she was.

There was a pause. Then the muffled voice came again, sharp and stubborn. “Zoey, what part of ‘I’m fine’ don’t you understand?”

That did it.

Zoey’s stomach flipped as something hot and jagged crawled up her spine and for a moment, she thought she might explode. Not at Mira exactly, but at the blatant lie Mira was feeding her and the irritating stubbornness in Mira’s tone. After everything that had happened last night, after all the secrets and apologies they had set free, Mira was shutting her out.

With a long sigh, Zoey stepped closer until she was nearly pressed to the door so her voice, low but sharp as steel, carried into the cramped space on the other side. “We both know that’s a straight-up lie, Mira. Now you open this door or so help me, I will kick it down."

And she meant every word.

She’d done it before. Plenty of times, and Mira damn well knew it. Which was probably why Zoey’s sharp ears caught the sound of movement on the other side—shuffling feet, a quiet exhale, and then the faint scrape of the lock turning.

[Reminder that there is a chance my snippets will change a bit once the official chapter is posted]

[lemonsourfawn]

Was that Celine at the end of chapter 2?

Howdy hey

It sure was! Celine has entered the chat and she's pissed

[beansmakesthings]

Trying to have an argument with your 13 year old but you forget she's not your biological child