Lemyankajuice Lover

Polly! (They/it)

[lemyankajuiced]

Hi there! I'm Polly. I use they/it pronouns! I'm just a silly little zorua who likes drag queens :3 Sometimes I draw!

If you want my non-fic drag race blog, you can dm me or send me an ask off anon! I'll give you the url there :3

[lemyankajuiced]

I haven't been up to date with the season but my friends showed me the briarthena kiss and I made this. they told me to post it

[dayabot]

what's the point of writing drag queen fanfiction if you don't attempt to incorporate every queen you possibly can like yes i'm gonna make orion story the bus driver

[thecollectionsof]

Ohhh can I request 4 please? And your choice of ship 😊😊

some of us (not naming names) has had an ao3 authors note of a day today so i only got one done. but i think this is cute so :)

lemyanka being dumbasses (affectionate)

“Pri, stop!”

Priyanka jumps, her hands flying away from the blender. The lemon-yellow blur as Lemon pushes into the room dims everything around her by comparison, though whether that’s from the bright yellow of her clothing or just her in general, Pri can’t say. 

“What? What?” She asks hurriedly, Lemon coming closer as she panics. That was Lemon’s Pri-is-a-dumbass voice, and yeah, maybe she should’ve found the lid to the blender, but she was only going to turn it on for a second. Maybe even less than that!

“You were not about to turn on the blender without the lid.” Lemon says it like a statement. Pri doesn't know how to answer that. 

“Umm… yeah. Right.” 

Lemon, ever the bullshit detector (especially when it comes to her), gives her a look. “Gimme the lid, then.”

Shit. 

She laughs, knowing that Lemon sees through this, too. “Come onnnnn, Lem. How stupid do you think I am?” She taps the counter behind her quietly, trying to find the lid to the blender without Lemon noticing. 

“You just tried to use the blender without—”

“Don’t answer that. I was just going to test it! I don’t know if it will work, it’s been ages since I’ve used it.”

Lemon’s gaze is set on the blender, so she chances a glance behind her.

She sees nothing. No lid, nothing. Really, where could it be? She had it a second ago…

Lemon huffs, turning to look at her with her hands on her hips. “It would go everywhere!”

“Not if I was fast!” Lemon just looks at her. She winces, hearing how hollow her argument is. “I can’t find it. The lid.”

“How do you manage to survive without me,” Lemon sighs, though her fond smile shatters the illusion of exasperation. Not that Pri thought she was ever actually upset with her over it—through days of dealing with a moody Lemon after a bad audition and her frustration when a gig fell through, they knew each other too well to think of this bickering as anything more than a conversation.

“Not well. I’m falling apart every day without you, Princess Lemondrop,” she swoons, just to fuck with her. Lemon scowls lovingly, somehow, but it’s so perfectly Lemon that it makes sense. 

It’s kind of true, though—there’s something different about the days where Lemon’s sprawled across the couch, her dry quips keeping her company as she finds something new to throw herself into. 

Why isn’t Lemon here every day? 

“Move in with me.”

She’s staring at Lemon, and Lemon’s staring back. “What?”

“Move in. With me?” It comes out as a question the second time, even though she’s confident that this is what she wants. “You can save me from the blender, I can make dinner after you audition. Win-win.”

The quiet between them as Lemon thinks about it is both deafening and comforting. This is the silence she could get used to if Lemon lived with her, and god does she want that to happen now that she’s realized the possibility. 

“Okay, sure. But you can’t cover our kitchen in smoothie, and you have to load the dishwasher.”

Lemon. Living with her! She’s nodding before she fully hears Lemon’s stipulations, not that they would change anything. “Yes! Yes. Sold.”

The excitement is threatening to bubble over, so she lets it. It’s not like Lemon will judge her, not in a way that matters, so she can’t help the way she dances around, pulling Lemon to clumsily (on her end, not on Lemon’s) circle around the kitchen, bouncing all the while. “We’re going to live together!”

“I’m going to live with you!”

Her smile is breaking her in half, and Lemon’s grows to match. “Togetherrrrrr,” She sings, delightedly. “Lemon and Priyanka, sitting in a tree. M-O-V-I-N-G… G.”

Lemon rolls her eyes, fondness dripping from every syllable she speaks. “Priyanka, you dumbass.”

Pri pulls them both to a stop, roughly back where they started. They’re closer to each other than they were before, but she never seems to notice it when the other person is Lemon, for some reason. “Your roommate dumbass. That’s special.” 

It’s easy to predict the eye roll this time, but it’s no less endearing. “Sure, babe. You’re special.”

[lemyankajuiced]

I miss lemyanka

[missjanjie]

it’s giving ‘so close, that is a shape’

[lemyankajuiced]

idk if anybody would be interested bc it's not drag related at all, but I posted a fic on ao3 for the first time in years.... would anybody be interested in reading it? I know a lot of you were here back when I used to write lol

[lemyankajuiced]

pals and I were discussing buttking coffee shop au

[cowgirljunky]

[dayabot]

daya is The Dog

[lydias-kollins]

cleaning out my gallery and... 😮‍💨

[glindalesbian]

When I say I KNEW that was my sister.

[jinkxie]

“i’m a lot of things but i’ve never been a liar” -mistress isabelle brooks, documented liar

[lemyankajuiced]

I didn’t know how to tell my Spanish teacher that I had memorized the difference between ser and estar because of A YO SOY LA PUSETTA

[alittlebitgoofy]

taught myself how to make gifs for the sake of irene being stupid/hot in the pocketbook lipsync

[strwberryracoon]

i hate them sm💀💀

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

Mirrors

Mermay day one, from this list of prompts. Takes place in the pirate crew universe. Read on ao3.

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The contents of Sasha's trunk were strawn on the floor, making a trail to her bed, where Mirage was happily engaged in braiding golden necklaces into her hair.

"I see you have found the jewelry," Sasha said, closing the door to her quarters quickly, in case anyone from the crew came looking for her.

The random thuds and screeches that came from her room were easily chalked up to the ship shifting its weight, but a five-foot mermaid tail would be harder to explain.

Mirage grinned at her, displaying her sharp teeth. It was closer to a grimace than a smile, but she was learning. The more time they spent with her, the better Mirage became at mimicking a person.

As Sasha took in Mirage's attire, she noticed it was another imitation: the loose white shirt she had pulled over her torso and the mismatched leather belts that she had tied around her waist made her look like a disheveled version of Anetra.

Sasha joined Mirage on the bed, rejoicing in the way that the girl didn't flinch away from her anymore. The pile of gold, silver and precious stones on the bed were Sasha's cut of previous loots. She had picked beautiful jewelry over the more practical coins, only to keep them buried at the bottom of her trunk. She had no occasion to wear them, after all.

Although Mirage seemed happy to adorn herself like a princess, confined as she was to the bedroom.

"These are called necklaces," Sasha explained, picking one of her favorites from the pile.

"Neck-la-ces," Mirage repeated under her breath, saying the word a few times until she got it right.

"May I show you how we wear them?"

Mirage nodded, so Sasha undid the clasp and told Mirage to turn around.

"Lift up your hair, please."

Mirage gathered the mass of red locks and gold in her hands. Slowly, as to not spook her friend, Sasha put the necklace around Mirage's neck.

"There, let me see you."

Mirage turned around and looked down at herself, playing with the necklace. She frowned in confusion.

"No music," she said, shaking her head.

With some effort, Sasha could hear what Mirage was talking about: the necklaces braided into her hair were making soft clinking sounds. That must have been why Mirage liked them so much.

"No music, that is true. But it looks beautiful on you."

Sasha meant it. The small jade stones along the chain matched the reddish undertone of Mirage's eyes. Those same eyes were getting crossed as Mirage tried really hard to look at her own neck.

"Wait, let me show you," Sasha laughed, moving to her drawers where she kept a plain hand mirror.

The first time she had let Mirage see her own reflection, she had lost her mirror for hours as Mirage examined every detail of her face, making herself laugh by pulling odd faces. Now, she grinned at herself and waved, which she had recently learned to do, before focusing on the necklace.

"Yes. Like it. I like it!"

Mirage still spoke in very simple sentences, and every new word she used made her smile with pride. She learned extraordinarily fast, going from guttural sounds and hisses to full sentences in a matter of days.

"It is yours, if you like it," Sasha said, touching the gold in Mirage's chest. Her hand moved to the pile of treasure, long abandoned. "Nobody else wears these."

Mirage followed the movement of her hand. She made a long, cooing sound in her throat, and then seemed to decide something. She started to pick up necklaces one by one, tossing the rejects on the bed. After a moment, she made a soft thrilling sound as she lifted an intricate chain, adorned with a dark red stone in a gold pendant.

Holding the necklace, she gestured with her hands at Sasha, asking for something.

"What is it? Do you want to wear this one?"

"No. You," Mirage said, gesturing more emphatically towards Sasha's neck.

"Oh. I do not wear this sort of thing," she explained. "It is not befitting for a pirate, you know?"

Mirage only shifted closer and pressed the chain into Sasha's skin insistently, even tucking the dark strands of hair behind Sasha's shoulders.

"You."

"Alright, alright, I will humor you," Sasha said, smiling at the insistence. "Give it to me."

Mirage shook her head and repeated Sasha's words, with some difficulty:

"Turn. Hair, up."

Sasha listened. She waited, holding her hair up, for the cold touch of Mirage's skin on her neck. The girl struggled with the clasp for a few moments, chirping triumphantly when she managed to close it.

Sasha let her hair fall. She touched the red stone, comfortably nestled in the middle of her chest.

Mirage held up the mirror for Sasha. She looked at herself.

The hair that had taken years to grow framed her face beautifully. It softened her features. The necklace that just moments ago had felt out of place in her hand looked at home on her chest. The dark red took her back home, to the red dirt that had stained her feet whenever she walked into the heart of the jungle. And the golden chain, made for a very different sort of lady, matched the gold of Sasha's eyes like they had been made by the same artisan.

"Beautiful. On you."

Sasha's smile trembled.

"Thank you, Mirage."