Dema

Writer ; +20yo ; she/her Commission info (open): demacomms.carrd.co

[missdema]

Fandoms I wrote for

Hi, I'm MissDema, an ao3 writer! I'm changing my pinned post to this to keep my Tumblr organized.

Ace Attorney

Herlock/Baron van Zieks, Kazuma/Ryuunosuke, Miles/Phoenix

Alien Stage

Ivan/Luka, Ivan/Till, Hyuna/Luka, Mizi/Sua

Arcane

Ekko/Jinx

DCU

Bruce/Clark, Damian/Jon, Dick/Wally, Harley/Ivy

Ensemble Stars

Eichi/Keito, Ibara/Yuzuru

Fire Emblem

Alear (M)/Alfred, Dimitri/Felix

Genshin Impact

Albedo/Sucrose, Alhaitham/Kaveh, Ayato/Chiori, Childe/Lumine, Chongyun/Xingqiu, Clorinde/Furina, Clorinde/Navia, Clorinde/Navia/Wriothesley, Clorinde/Wriothesley, Cyno/Nilou, Dahlia/Venti/Diluc, Diluc/Jean, Dottore/Pantalone, Furina/Neuvillette, Furina/Wriothesley, Heizou/Shinobu, Jahoda/Nefer, Mavuika/Capitano Mona/Scaramouche, Neuvillette/Zhongli, Raiden Ei/Sara, Venti/Zhongli, Yae Miko/Yumemizuki Mizuki

Hades

Hypnos/Zagreus

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor/Angel Dust, Alastor/Lucifer, Alastor/Angel Dust/Lucifer

Hollow Knight

Hornet/Lace

Honkai Star Rail

Aventurine/Sunday, Blade/Kafka, Castorice/Cipher, Cerydra/Hysilens, Himeko/Kafka, Luocha/Welt

Project Sekai

Emu/Tsukasa

Stranger Things

Mike/Will

Twisted Wonderland

I also have other minor fandoms laying around on my profile as well as original characters x canon characters. List will be updated with new ships when applied <3.

Ace/Yuu, Azul/Jade, Azul/Jamil, Azul/Floyd, Azul/Riddle, Azul/Rielle, Cater/Idia, Cater/Malleus, Deuce/Epel, Idia/Silver, Floyd/Kalim, Jade/Kalim, Jade/Riddle, Jamil/Minajael, Kalim/Silver, Leona/Ruggie, Leona/Malleus, Malleus/Rollo, Riddle/Trey, Rook/Vil

Uma Musume

Ikuno Dictus/Mejiro Mcqueen

[daenknightramblings]

Party's in My Head | Yuriful Week 2026 Day 3 - Party, Club, Bar

Challenge Host: @/missdema Prompt: Cocktail, Party, Club, Bar, Shot Writing Type: Fanfiction Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters/Ships: Mavuika ; Xilonen ; Mavuinen ; Capitano ; Chaska ; Kinich Content Warnings: Alcohol Consumption Word Count: 3,663

Summary: Yuriful Week 2026 Day 3. Modern AU. Mavuika would never tell her, but she doesn't always go to the club because she wants to party. Her girlfriend DJ-ing the party is more than enough of a reason.

AN: Please do not upload this to any other fanfiction site (Ao3, Wattpad, FFnet); this is currently only for Tumblr. I also do not consent to having this used to train any AI. Thank you.

"You almost ready? We're gunna be late if you don't hurry up."

Xilonen huffed, tracing her black eyeliner over the lower lip of her eyelid. "Obviously. But I still need to finish up my makeup and throw on my outfit. I'm not showing up at the club half put together."

Mavuika cracked a teasing grin, leaning against the door. "You probably wouldn't be in this dilemma if you didn't take a four-hour nap right before the evening started." She chuckled as Xilonen moved her eyeliner brush to the other eye. "You could have spent that time, I don't know... eating the dinner I made and putting on your makeup sooner than the very last minute."

"Mualani can cover until I get there."

"You were the one who insisted on being the DJ tonight."

"And the DJ can make mistakes," Xilonen huffed again. Her hand painted the black liquid over her eyes, sharpening the deep gold of her eyeshadow. "Though my nap wasn't a mistake. It was wonderful and worth skipping dinner."

The biker tapped her finger against her umber cheek. "And what will you eat in the meantime."

"There's energy drinks in the fridge, and I know Mualani has granola bars in the break room." Now done with her eyeliner, the DJ grabbed her body glitter tube from the counter, dabbing the golden sparkles along her cheekbones. Her fingertips, minding the claw-like black nails, spread the rest of the glitter along the warm, tawny brown skin her outfit didn't cover. "And I can eat the leftovers when we get home."

"At 3AM?"

"I like a late dinner."

Mavuika shook her head. "Does that still count as dinner, or is it an early breakfast?"

"I have no time to answer philosophical questions."

"Again, you should have skipped the nap, or set an alarm to wake up earlier..."

A surly pout appeared on the other woman's face. "You're enough of an alarm," she grumbled, lightly tossing the glitter tube back onto the counter. Her hands fluffed up her tight blonde curls, and she peered into the mirror, examining her makeup. "Could you grab my bag and overclothes? I just need one more minute."

Mavuika couldn't stop the smirk from pulling at her mouth. "'Course, wildcat. I already packed your backpack, and your baggy sweats and leather jacket are laid out on the couch for you."

Xilonen turned her body, studying the body glitter over her stomach and legs. "I hate that my work is going to go to waste," she sighed.

"It's either that or freezing to death on the back of my bike."

"We can't take ride in a car?"

"Nope," Mavuika said, popping the 'p'. "I paid good money for my bike, and you love working on it more than you care to admit." As Xilonen put a hand to her hip, the biker waved for the DJ to follow her. "Come on, it's time to hit the road." She reached into her own leather jacket pocket and twirled her key ring around her finger. "Saddle up, cause I'll try and make up for lost time."

"Ugh... alright, lemme get my outer clothes on."

Xilonen pushed past Mavuika, darting for the apartment's living room. She beelined for the worn couch pushed up against the wall, scooping up the leather jacket and throwing it around her shoulders. With a hiss, she yanked the zipper up over her chest, already shivering at the ride's promised frigid temperatures.

Then again, Mavuika wasn't exactly better, what with her leather pants and leather shirt with a chunky zipper running up the entire middle of the top. It looked great against her dark black skin and it would offer more protection against the cold than Xilonen's outfit, but it would be a nightmare getting the skin-tight pants off of her later.

Well... she was at least more covered than the DJ was.

Mavuika couldn't help herself. Her eyes roamed over Xilonen, fondly sighing at the woman's body. The DJ had known they were going to take Mavuika's bike but still chose high-waisted, booty-short jeans with rips at the ends. Add on the party-perfect yet highly impractical bra-shirt Xilonen saved for all her club performances, and it was a wonder why the woman didn't save putting on her outfit for when she got to the club.

It was the way Xilonen stepped gingerly into the baggy sweatpants, careful not to smear the body glitter on her legs, that left Mavuika staring at her girlfriend with goofy fondness.

She was absolutely gorgeous and so was her party outfit... but it looked so silly watching her shuffle into her protection against the cold.

"I know you're laughing at me," Xilonen grumbled. She hoisted the pants, then yanked the strings tight. "I don't have time to grab my makeup and put it on in the club's break room."

"I know." Mavuika shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just hope you didn't put on lip gloss."

"I ride behind you. Any bugs hit you first."

The biker gestured to her waist-length, tight curls, highlighting the reds, oranges, and yellows of her flame-like hair. "I don't need lip gloss making a mess of this before we get to the party."

"Shut up," Xilonen huffed, exasperation in the words. She grabbed the backpack resting against the couch. "It wouldn't be a problem if you tucked all of your hair into your helmet."

"I don't like to hide my flames," Mavuika teased. "Besides, my helmet can't fit all this hair under it without making it unsafe. Can't go against the safety regulations you insisted upon."

A heavy sigh, one that sounded like it came from the depths of Xilonen's whole body, left the DJ. Stomping her chunky heels across the wooden floor, she pushed past Mavuika, past the open kitchen still smelling like the food Mavuika had cooked hours before, and rushed for the front door. "You packed my skates, right?"

"Yep, and a fruit-infused water bottle."

"Not touching that."

"I have your bra and a clean pair of underwear for when you're done for the night."

"Good."

"The thumbdrive with all my songs for the night?"

"Front top pocket."

Xilonen yanked open the front door, grumbling under her breath. "Come on. Let's just get this over with."

Mavuika followed her, lost in the spicy perfume Xilonen left behind. "'Course, wildcat. Let's see how much time I can cut off..."

"Xilonen!" Chasca called, barely audible over the club's loud music. "You're late again. Mualani can only cover you for so long."

"Yeah, yeah." Xilonen shivered, fluffing her hair to fight against the helmet's unfortunate effects. "Gimme five more minutes to grab my stuff from the break room. Mualani can help herself to whatever leftovers Mavuika secretly packed me in my backpack for her service."

Chasca shook her head, but nodded to the staff only door. "Make it quick."

Xilonen darted off, unzipping the backpack as she went.

Mavuika sighed, then looked to Chasca. "How's everything been tonight?"

"Not exactly the greatest, but we've been holding down the fort." The organizer crossed her scarred brown arms over her sheer, breezy top. "Kinich is on shift tonight for drinks, so grab your drinks while you can. Granted, Xilonen's the main event for the night and that's already dragging people to the dance floor, but until she gets into her groove, Kinich is going to be swamped."

Mavuika nodded. "Got it. Oh, and let Mualani know she's welcome to drop by during the next week." The biker stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets. "I still have the surfboard she lent me three weeks ago, and I want to give it to her over a dinner at our apartment."

Chasca gave a little salute, knocking the tip of her hat. "Aye-aye." She turned, paused, then looked back at Mavuika. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to you know."

As much as Mavuika wanted to drive home to work on her new hobby, she didn't need the excuse.

"Nah, I'm good." With a wave, Mavuika started for the bar. "Good luck with managing tonight."

The club manager gave the biker a curt nod, then slipped into the crowd of people tearing up the dancefloor.

It was a magnificent sight. The club was a cross between a desert canyon and mechanical paradise, something completely unique to the city. Rocky walls bearing steadying colors -- warm reds, browns, and oranges -- contrasted the gear-shaped tables and futuristic DJ booth. Instead of a disco ball, an enormous mining drill hung over everyone's heads. It stretched from one wall to the other, giving the illusion of cutting into the canyon's stone, slowly turning a rainbow of colors of lights across the club.

If there was any place worth its word in how much of a party it held, the Children of the Echoes club was the place to be.

Mavuika stepped up the ramp and slipped into the open pocket that held the bar. Positioned at one of the back corners of the club, the bar was a circular room made for those who wanted conversations or a break from the intensity of the club. Soundproof panels lined the walls, taking away some of the pounding noise of the music. Dim yellow lights beamed from the ceiling, giving enough light to see, but not enough to overwhelm. The chairs and tables were built more for comfort than aesthetic, and several were at different heights for people of all abilities. Black curtains hung around the entrance to the room. The entrance was small, no bigger than a double door, but it allowed for an excellent view of the dancefloor and the DJ stage taking up the rest of the club.

It was a perfect place for Mavuika to grab a drink and watch her girlfriend without having to elbow people on the dancefloor for an inch of space.

When she reached the bar, a crescent structure fitting with the smooth space of the room, Kinich looked up from the couple he was currently serving. He nodded, acknowledging Mavuika, then turned his focus back to the couple. Russet-colored fingers shook the mixer harshly, and with a theatrical throw behind his back, he caught the shaker in his other hand.

The couple oohed and ahhed. Kinich didn't change the bored look on his face, but not many regulars cared. When it came to Kinich, it didn't matter how bored his look was, he meant well and served top-quality drinks you couldn't get anywhere else.

Mavuika took a seat at one of the barstools near one side of the bar. Situated at the perfect angle, away from the noise of the club but with a perfect view of the DJ stage, it was a wonderful way to watch her girlfriend while enjoying a drink.

She breathed in a content sigh and leaned her elbows against the wooden countertop.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kinich finished with the couple. He scooped up the dollar tip, tucked it into his apron, and slipped over to Mavuika.

"How's it hanging, Kinich?"

"Mm. Not too bad tonight." Kinich pressed a hand against his forehead, ruffling the shaggy black hair. "Granny's kicked out three people tonight, so she's been keeping my station safe. Tips are pretty decent tonight too."

"I don't always mean work," the biker grinned. "How's it been in the non-nightlife part of your life? Any roommate problems?"

A beat of quiet passed before Kinich spoke. "Ajaw's been a pain in the ass, but it isn't anything out of the ordinary."

"Still helping Mualani out with her sister?"

"Yeah. Kachina's been hanging out at the community center this summer, and every day I see her she's got something new to gush about."

"Anything else going on?"

Kinich shook his head and shrugged.

He wasn't much for conversation, but that was just the way he was. Just like the rest of the club's regulars, Mavuika wouldn't want it any other way.

Mavuika chuckled, tapping her nails against the wood. "Alright, if everything's pretty good for now..." She glanced at the rows of bottles on the shelves behind the bar. "Could I get a Bicicletta? I'll order a water for after since I'm driving, but I think I can have a drink before the night gets too late."

Kinich nodded, then went back to his station.

With a flip of her curls, she looked back to the DJ stage.

Cheers rose up from the dancefloor as Xilonen finally hopped up onto the stage and ducked behind the DJ booth. Gone were the sweatpants and leather jacket; the party bra and jean shorts were back. Cat ears, fake but fluffy, poked out from the top of her head. A long cheetah tail ran down from her belt, giving her the allusion of a cat-like appearance. Roller blades replaced the heels she had worn earlier. A tiny smile graced her face. Finally in her element, the DJ leaned to the mic, cutting out the music for just a moment.

"How's everyone doing tonight?!"

The crowd roared with fervor.

Xilonen tapped buttons on her board, raising her other hand. "That's good to hear, but by the time I'm done, I'll have you all too worn out to lift a finger."

Another excited roar left the dancefloor.

"Now, let's get this party started!"

The DJ jabbed a finger against one of the buttons, and the mix she had slaved over the past week flared to life. People rode the beginning waves, raising drink glasses over their heads and grinding against their dance floor partner. Xilonen dropped her hand at the same time the beat dropped, working her body to the rhythm of the music.

She was absolutely incredible on the stage.

"Excuse me?"

Mavuika drew her attention away from her girlfriend. Her eyes drifted to the tall Black man taking a seat at the stool next to her. A tight black shirt paired with deep gray jeans tucked into dark boots. A soft smile was framed by a strong jawline, but his face and left arm had warped and distorted skin, indicating deep burns from a prior accident.

His voice was deep and carried authority, but Mavuika could pick up the nervous energy underlying his words. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly on his seat. "If it isn't too much, could I buy you a drink? Or a second one, if you already ordered one."

There was something about him, something a lot more authentic and polite than many of the other guys that tried their luck with Mauvika, that showed he meant well.

"Sorry, mate." Mavuika smiled, a good-natured tone in her voice. "I'm already taken in terms of romance."

Tucking his long twists behind his ear, the man chuckled and matched her good-natured tone. "I wasn't that obvious, was I?"

"It's just the nature of being femme." Mavuika waved her hand at the other tables around the room. "I've had more than a few people try their luck with me."

He chuckled again. "Well... it was worth a shot..."

"Got your drink, Mavuika." With a mock flourish, Kinich set down the glass, letting the bright orange color catch the bar's light. "Another person wanted to talk to me, so it took me an extra minute to get it done."

"That's fine." Mavuika pulled out her wallet, putting the bills against the bar. "Thanks, Kinich. This should cover it, including a tip."

A mumbled 'Thanks' left Kinich's mouth before he was called away by another customer.

The man stayed where he was. He didn't give off a pushy air, and he looked a little lost when he eyed the rest of the bar. Blue eyes met Mavuika's orange ones. "If it isn't too much either... could I sit with you? I didn't really come here to meet anyone romantically, not intentionally. I don't really know anyone here either." He ducked his head, smiling bashfully. "I could use a friend if you're up for my company."

"Now that, I can do." Mavuika lifted her glass, tipping at the man before taking a sip. "I'm always happy to welcome someone new to the Children of the Echoes. Just be sure you can handle me gushing about my girlfriend the whole time."

"Now that, I can do," the man parroted, a twinkle in his eye.

He lifted his hand, catching Kinich's eye. Once the bartender was done with his customer, Kinch made his way back to their end. "What can I get you?" Kinich asked.

"Could I get a White Port and Tonic, please?"

A shadow of a smile pulled at Kinich's mouth. His eyes flicked to Mavuika, sparkling with mischief. "You've got a lot more manners that some of the patrons who come here."

The biker stuck out part of her tongue and winked. "I know you too well to have manners."

Kinich nodded to the other man. "Coming right up, sir."

As the bartender stepped away, Mavuika held out her hand. "You already heard my name, but... Mavuika."

He shook her hand, a comfortable strength in his fingers. "Thrain." Some of his twists fell over his shoulder as he turned his torso. "So, who is the girlfriend you're going to gush about."

When he turned back to face her, Mavuika simply pointed a finger to the DJ booth above the dancefloor.

Xilonen danced with the crowd, bopping with the booming music. She glowed under the lights. Her body glitter made her light brown skin sparkle. One of her knees pushed onto a bare space on her DJ board, lifting her up to pump her fist with the crowd. The songs effortlessly mixed one after another, perfectly transitioned at every turn, showcasing Xilonen's incredible skill.

The crowd screamed and shouted and flung themselves into the party's intense wave.

"I didn't have a chance," Thrain laughed.

"You'll have better luck elsewhere." She bumped his shoulder, nodding to Kinich. "If you come here often enough and need help meeting someone, some of us can keep an extra eye out for you."

He rapped his knuckles against the wood. "I appreciate it. But for now, I'm just next to a friend tonight."

Mavuika sipped her drink, enjoying the touch of liquor on her tongue.

"Your White Port and Tonic, sir."

Thrain moved his arms, leaning back and pulling his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a few bills, counting under his breath, and slipped them across the bar top. "Thank you, and I added a tip there too."

The bartender nodded, and then he was off.

The two partygoers sipped at their drinks. Both looked to the dancefloor, watching the throngs of frenzied people dance under the club lights. Other patrons of the bar finished their drinks, waving to Kinich as they slipped out to the main part of the club. Energy and excitement infused every inch of the place.

Xilonen knew how to work the crowd better than anyone else.

"So, how did you two meet?"

Mavuika kept her eyes on her girlfriend. "I have a motorcycle; always wanted one since I was a little girl. It broke down one day, so I, of course, had to take it to the mechanic's."

"Let me guess... she was the mechanic?"

A grin flashed on her face. "Perfect guess."

Thrain hummed. "Not too rare for women mechanics these days, and you look like the type to go for the smart ones."

"Damn straight she is," Mavuika laughed. "Not when it comes to taking care of herself, but give her any vehicle and she'll fix and tune it up until you can barely recognize it from the hunk of junk it was before."

She could still remember that day. The way Xilonen had slid out from under a lifted car, her jeans and white strapped tank top covered in oil stains. No makeup, a wrap over her head to protect her hair, and grease up and down her arms...

And she had still been beautiful enough to steal Mavuika's breath away.

"She did a lot for me. Still kinda does a lot for me. For the longest time, we flirted with each other, but whenever I came in with an idea for my bike, she always did it no matter how grouchy she felt that day. Xilonen's always saying yes to whatever I need, so these days, I try to be there for her as much as she's been for me."

Thrain nodded to the rest of the club. "Does that mean you're going to dance tonight?"

"At some point, but not right now." She took another sip. Twirling an orange slice, she went on. "I wasn't really up for a party tonight. I started painting recently, and I really wanted to stay home and work on it." She nodded to her girlfriend. "But she had a set tonight, so I couldn't say no."

"It's good that you do a lot for her."

"I'm only doing what she would do for me."

Beyond the bar room, Xilonen whipped the crowd into the height of a frenzy. Her body glowed, and as a white light shined up behind her, she ran her right arm over to her left. Her left hand rose over the DJ turntable. All of her body glitter marked up sharp lines over her stomach and arms, almost looking like her soul was on fire.

"To the Echoes of the Valley!" she roared, slamming her fist down to the turntable.

The beat dropped, and the walls came alive. Hidden lights lining the rocky walls pulsed with techno lights. Partygoers leapt with everything they had in them, lost in the energy of their dance, lost to the night's untamable soul.

It was the height of humanity's passion for life.

Thrain laughed. "You really lucked out with her."

"Yeah," Mavuika sighed. Her eyes stayed locked on Xilonen, and that familiar love burned in her heart. "I really did, didn't I?"

Song Inspo: "Party's in my Head" by September

I don't know why this one tickled my brain as much as it did, but man, I had so much fun writing this. I really do need to try and write more for these two.

Thank you for reading if you did, and thank you for the support.

[forlornstarlight]

Yuriful Week - Day 02

Series: Ranma 1/2 Ship: Ranma/Akane Rating: T+ Wordcount: 150 AO3 Link: cool waters

credits

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.

Where are we going? she chitters as she follows you up the stairs, her furry fingers clasped through yours. Her pupils dilate at the sudden shift of light, narrowing at the colorful sparks all around her. You dim the glow a bit for her comfort, gently flickering the gyrating bodies out of the way. Back where I began, you reply in the same language, running your fingers over the long dark hair covering her body. ___ Lucy, Lucy, and the bright lights of history.

Prompt: Bar/Party

Title taken from Lucy (2014).

Ao3/Sunset

@eatyourdesserts

@missdema

[ophinne]

Yuriful Week 2026

Day 1: Beach

If you'd followed me into the future, would it have felt like this?

I wanted to use Tesleen at least once for a challenge prompt so why not a tribute to my favorite doomed yuri. Alisaie deserves a break from the torment nexus.

[yinza]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Jessie/Shera Characters: Jessie, Shera Wordcount: 2,439

Summary: Before AVALANCHE and before the Shinra No. 26, Jessie spots Shera on the streets of Midgar and takes her for an easy mark. She's completely wrong.

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Yuriful Week - Day 2: hotel

Lemme just shove these nerds at each other. You can't tell me Jessie wouldn't be excited about rocket science.

[fy-raaa-ga]

Yuri Week: Museums, (Horti)culture, Hotels

F- Here she comes! Oh you'll love her, she loves plants and life and... stuffed animals? Hi Halmie!

H- And I assume these are the cohorts you wished to aquaint me with?

G- She smacks of some highborn scholar, not like Loghriff.

R- Aside from her scales, she looks completely unremarkable. I wonder where she's from.

F- She's from my heart, calling out to the universe. She takes my breath away.

H- ! We'll see about that later, out of proper company. Hmph.

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There's no last minute date idea than bringing your newest girlfriend to meet your extended queer found family. Fy'ra shared her love of plants, describing in detail the plethora of botanical specimens, and Ryne would fill in where she could not. And when Fy'ra was done, Halmarut responded with a quiet moment on their way to their shared room.

[beyondaethericdreams]

Yuriful Week 2: Holiday, Culture

During a rare few hours of free time on an official state visit to Old Sharlayan, Nanamo and Clare take some time to venture out into the city. Nanamo takes the time to revel in being an anonymous face in the city's markets. Clare takes time to marvel at how in love she is with the young woman who has found the mantle of the sultana placed on her shoulders.

[missdema]

New Cerysilens x Castocipher fic

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[missdema]

New Treyrid fic

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[cutiepiwrites]

Flowers all around

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Scythe X Vinestaff/Vinescythe Fluff

Yuriful Week Day 2

Time Taken: 2 Days

Fandom: PHIGHTING!

Characters: Vinestaff and Scythe

Content/Tags: Lesbians, Museum date, Fluff, Vinestaff yapping about flowers, Short and sweet as sugar, I had to do research about flowers to get this all right oh my god, Hand holding, Nicknames used: Flowers, Sugar.

"Hey!"

Vinestaff chirped to Scythe while pointing at a flower. "I think you'll like this one. Scythe!"

"Which one?" Scythe lifted an eyebrow and followed Vinestaff's finger to a dark red flower. "Huh. What's that one, Flowers?"

Vinestaff's eyes brightened hearing the question. "Oh! It's a Burgundy Dahlia!"

Scythe and Vinestaff both kneeled in front of the flower, examining it. Up close, Scythe could see more of the flower's redness despite it looking so black from afar. "This thing got lotta petals." Scythe chuckled at her joke.

"How about you pick a flower for us to look at?" Vinestaff suggested.

"A'ight, follow me, Sugar." Scythe held Vinestaffs hand and lead her through the outdoor museum. Which flowers would she like...? Maybe one that's colored like her horns? Maybe that'll work.

Looking over to her side, she saw a field of pink flowers.

Perfect.

"How bout these, Vinestaff?" Scythe tilted her head to the flowers.

"Roses!" Vinestaff ran over to the field, still holding Scythe's hand. "I love these!" She sat in the field happily, staring at the flowers with joy. Scythe sat down beside her. "Ya like em?"

Vinestaff nodded back enthusiastically. She rested her head on Scythe's shoulder, her body relaxing against the other woman.

Scythe smiled at Vinestaff and kissed her forehead softly. "I love you, Flowers."

Vinestaff slowly slid her hand over Scythes' intertwining their fingers together. "I love you too, Scythe." She whispered back.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.

"Hi, there," she whispers, pressing close against the corpse. It bobs slightly under her weight, threatening to sing. She coaxes a pale tendril from the depths to help push it back, a light shove against Z-Dog's. Z-Dog's head flops, her remaining eye dull as a muddy stream. ___ Or, Kiri copes with the drenched threads of identity, legacy and trauma via a very unusual stress ball.

@eatyourdesserts @missdema

Ao3/Sunset

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Sunset, a femslash archive. A project of Agnes the Alien.

God, she wants to cringe at her own porno dialogue. Writing Raban smut scenes was always such a fucking drag, and not just because of the stiff heterosexuality of it all. Everything just seems so...meaty, refusing to fit itself into proper language. ___ Or, all Carol and Zosia explore all the wonderful things you can turn yourself into with a bit of privacy.

@eatyourdesserts @missdema

Ao3/Sunset

[daenknightramblings]

Vacation Destination | Yuriful Week 2026 Day 1 - Beach, Ocean, Sea, Sunset

Challenge Host: @/missdema Prompt: Beach, Sea, Ocean, Sunset, Sunscreen Writing Type: Fanfiction Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters/Ships: Arlecchino ; Furina ; Arlefuri ; Lyney ; Lynette Content Warnings: None Word Count: 1,945

Summary: Arlefuri. Yuriful Week 2026 Day 1. Natlan has been open since the Traveler's visit, and many of their tourist destinations have been revitalized. Both Furina and Arlecchino have been worked to the bone. A trip to Natlan's famous hot springs and beach was a lovely idea to unwind.

((Arle is more gender-nonconforming in this fic. She uses she/her and they/them pronouns and has had top surgery. I'll use she/her for this fic, but I did want to write her with more gnc attributes for this.))

AN: Please do not upload this to any other fanfiction site (Ao3, Wattpad, FFnet); this is currently only for Tumblr. I also do not consent to having this used to train any AI. Thank you.

The afternoon's searing heat broke as the sun lowered to the horizon's edge.

Furina sighed, stepping out of the warm sea spray and touching her toes to the rapidly cooling sand. Water ran down her body, rolling from her shoulders, down her navy-blue one-piece swimsuit, dripping off the light-blue ruffles around her waist, and soaked her legs. Now that the heat had broken, she could leave the water and step over the sand without burning her bare feet.

Other tourists and Natlanese people littered the beach. Umbrellas and towels clustered around areas, groups and families basking in the salty air. Shouts and cheers echoed from certain spots, and multiple people rode the ocean waves on borrowed surfboards. Everywhere one looked, there was fun being had, creating a relaxing atmosphere for everyone in attendance.

It was the perfect place Furina and the children had picked for their vacation.

Turning her gaze back to the water, the actress waved to the House of the Hearth children. "I'm going to sit down at our spots. Come back in soon, okay? The sun is going down, and the water will get icy cold once it's gone. I don't want any of you getting sick."

Some of the younger children rolled their eyes, but the adults smiled and nodded their heads. Lyney threw the ball he had been holding, then bowed theatrically. "I'll have them out before it gets to that, Miss Furina."

Lynette, standing across from him and holding the ball, rolled her eyes at that.

"Thank you, dear Lyney." Furina waved to the rest of the group. "Be safe, and keep an eye out for Freminet. He should come back from his dive within the hour."

A chorus of 'Yes, Miss Furina' met her ears. Satisfied with the answer, Furina nodded and stepped back to the House of the Hearth's beach spots.

Her summons were already at the set-up, snuggled together on Furina's spread out towel. Mademoiselle Crabaletta, as always, snoozed at the center. Gentlhome Usher and Sunntendante Chevalmann laid against her, using the crab as a sturdy support. A bubble grew and shrank from the seahorse's snout. Gentlhome Usher's tentacles twitched, utterly lost to the sensations of his dream.

Warm flutters filled Furina's chest at the sight of them. She sighed, eyeing the summons fondly. If she wanted to sit on her towel, she would have to disturb their sleep.

Quietly, Furina moved to the red towel next to her blue one. Smiling as she sat, the actress cozied herself next to the sleeping watery animals.

She didn't have to wake them up just yet...

Furina turned, reaching to the basket at her right. Under several bottles of sun protection, a little first-aid kit, and toys for the younger children sat her latest read. She eased the crime novel out, minding the volume of her actions.

The summons next to her didn't stir.

Flipping over to her bookmark, she picked up where she last left off. It was still early in the novel, but with how many court cases she had sat through over the past centuries, Furina already had a good idea who was responsible. Unless another character stepped in that acted as suspiciously as the sister of the victim, she couldn't see anyone else as the perpetrator.

This would make a good film... Add in a few tweaks to the dialogue and...

No, she didn't need to think about her next project. For the time she was on vacation, Furina would live in the moment, savoring the time spent with the people she cared for.

Heterochromatic blue eyes lifted and glanced at the House's wards in the water. Three of the young children sat on the wet sand, scooping up material for a sandcastle. Lyney and Lynette threw their ball to other adults, but all of them kept their eyes trained on other people swimming around them and their distance to the younger wards.

The corners of Furina's mouth quirked up. Another content sigh left her body, relaxing the muscles in her body.

"Enjoying yourself, chérie?"

Furina startled, then pressed a hand to her chest. "Oh, yes," she said, keeping her voice low. She laid her book over her lap. "I recently left the water, but everyone is behaving and enjoying our time at the beach."

Arlecchino stooped under the umbrella, holding a ribbon-wrapped box in one hand. Black fingers ran down her ponytail, tucking the long strands over her shoulder. Easing herself onto the same towel, the Harbinger sat close to her lover, letting her swim trunks press against Furina's bare thigh.

"I assume you're staying quiet for the animals."

"Of course. How could I wake such lovely creatures?" Furina glanced at them, moving her free hand to rest against one cheek. "It would be a criminal act to do such a thing. How could I have been in charge of the Nation of Justice if I disobeyed the laws of nature?"

The ghost of a smile appeared on Arlecchino's face. "Well, I will take your approach then," she said, words at the same volume as Furina's. "You do know more than me when it comes the care of your animals."

Silence, easy and calm, settled between them. They watched the sinking sun and the laughing children. More people herded together on the beach, setting up what looked like torches and a DJ booth.

Pinks, purples, oranges, and dark blues swathed the sky above them. A few early stars twinkled into existence. The moon hung over the Springs, bathing the resort in moonlight yet to come.

"I got this for you," Arlecchino said, placing the box on top of Furina's book. "I hope you like it, chérie."

Furina hummed, curiosity peaked, and unwrapped the ribbons. Handing the ribbons to Arlecchino, she lifted the box's cover to find little frosted cookies, all of them baked in the shapes of Natlan's Saurians.

"It isn't cake," Arlecchino said. She dropped the ribbons into the basket. "They didn't have any cakes on display, but I found these in the snack shop. I bought them for you, though with dinner coming soon, I would advise saving some of them for later."

Heat touched Furina's cheeks. "These are lovely..." Mischief prickled under her skin, and she pushed her bottom lip up in a dramatic pout. "Surely, I can eat them all before dinner. There aren't that many, and I doubt these cookies would spoil my appetite..."

"Unfortunately, chérie, I won't let it get to that point." A rare, humorous tone painted Arlecchino's words. "It would set a terrible example for the children letting your sweet tooth ruin dinner for you."

Just to play up the drama, Furina huffed and turned up her chin. Then, her fingers nabbed one of the cookies, quickly bringing the sweet treat to her lips.

Dark eyes stayed trained on her, and a soft chuckle hovered over the space between them.

Furina chewed, brightening at the sugar rushing into her body. "Did you enjoy the hot springs?" she asked, brushing stray crumbs from her cheek. "I know you've been looking forward to the heat since the start of our trip."

The Harbinger hummed. "They were acceptable. The springs were hot, though I didn't find a pool that reached the heat I wanted. None of them were at the temperature to make me sweat. For you and the children, many of them would wear you all out, but they bared affected me." She leaned back on her hands, tensing the thick muscles in her arms. "I seem to operate at a different heat tolerance than anyone else I know of."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It is fine. Being here with you and the children is more than enough."

The sun sank lower down the horizon. A quarter of the giant light peeked out over the skyline.

"This was nice..." Arlecchino gestured to the wards still in the water, watching them coax Freminet out of the water. "We have all been working hard lately. More than a few of the children looked as worn out as you did. Your idea to visit this nation after the Traveler opened the borders was... good..."

Furina broke off another piece of her cookie, humming thoughtfully in response.

"You know how to take care of the children's emotional needs better than I have and could do." Keeping her eyes trained on the sunset, Arlecchino lowered her voice to a whisper. "You have made a fine addition to the House of the Hearth."

Arlecchino was not one to openly express softer emotions, but Furina knew how to read between the lines of her lover's words.

You nurture the family I would move the heavens for, and I'm glad to have you in my life.

The actress laid her right hand over Arlecchino's left one. Both of them shifted closer together as the sun finally disappeared. Furina leaned her head against the Harbinger's shoulder, thankful for the heat Arlecchino radiated off of her body.

The road to their relationship had been a long and rocky one, but it was one Furina was happy she took.

"Father! Father! Father!"

A chorus of calls rose from the children. They hurried up the sand, waving shells, carrying water toys, and shivering from the colder temperatures.

"I believe our time together has come to an end for now," Arlecchino hummed.

Furina sighed, pushing her head harder against Arlecchino's shoulder. "Five more minutes," she mumbled. "I was just starting to doze."

"Unfortunately, chérie, you'll need to rest your eyes later. It's time for dinner."

Furina groaned. "Must you torture me? I am far too exhausted to pack everything up and trek my way to the communal dinner table." She stayed quiet, waiting for what she wanted.

Arlecchino sighed, a fond exasperation in the sound. "Shall I carry you to the table, Lady Furina?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no to that..."

The Harbinger pulled away, lifting Furina's waist and moving her off the towel. Black hands rolled up the towel and scooped up the basket. With little trouble, Arlecchino's hands hooked under Furina's knees and lower back. She hoisted the other woman up, tucking the towel roll onto Furina's stomach, and let Furina arrange her arms to what made her most comfortable.

The children broke into the scene, startling the animals out of sleep. Activity fluttered around the space. Adults packed up towels and umbrellas, and children carried the lighter items in their small arms, including Furina's cookie box and book. Excited chatter about dinner and how tasty it was going to be filled the air.

"Father, why is Miss Furina getting carried?"

"She's quite exhausted from the day," Arlecchino said. "After dinner, she will most likely retire to our lodgings for added rest."

With Arlecchino's warmth seeping into her limbs, the heat just as warm as it would be under a blanket, Furina had no doubt the Harbinger was right about a post-dinner sleep. The sun and active ocean play had worn her body out more than she expected.

"Come, dinner should be at the table now. Once we're done, you may attend the beachside celebrations or talk with the musicians with a chaperone close by. Everyone should be in bed when the moon is a quarter-high. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Father."

Furina's eyes stayed closed. Her forearm brushed against Arlecchino's surgery scars and chest muscles, and her other arm fell from the Harbinger's right shoulder to dangle midair. Watery tentacles slipped her shoes back onto her feet. The younger children continued talking, words rushing out of their mouths, as they narrated their day to their father.

Furina wouldn't have traded the moment for anything else.

Song Inspo: "POSITIONS ( FRENCH VERSION ) ARIANA GRANDE ( SARA'H COVER )"

AN: I realized halfway through that this could have been an Arlefuri Mermaid AU, but I started writing these stories at the last minute, so... Ten days to write seven stories and edit them all before they get posted throughout the event week... I would've loved to do more for this, but for now, I'm going to let this be some beach fluff for these two.

Thank you for reading if you did.

[cutiepiwrites]

Lesbian Divider made by @pixopix

Yuriful week 2026!!

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Day 1 - Seashell Girlies (Genderbent Janka Fluff)

Day 2 -Flowers all around (Scythestaff Fluff)

Day 3 - Intoxicated (GrapplingScythe Fluff I guess...)

Day 4 - Pretty Damn Cozy (Fem!Taber X Fem!Reader Fluff)

Day 5 - MARDI GRAS BADDIE!! (Suggestive Genderbent Zegect)

Day 6 - A bunch of Bullshit. (Genderbent Swocket)

Day 7 - "Yeah we clutched that." (Genderbent Slimeknight Fluff)

MASTERLIST!!

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Seashell Girlies!

Fem! Janka Fluff.

Yuriful week Day 1

Time Taken: 1 Day (3 Hours)

Fandom: Gachiakuta

Characters: Genderbent Jabber and Genderbent Zanka.

Content: Lesbian fluff, Modern AU, Playfighting, Playful splashing, Swimming, Fem! Zanka being scared of water lol, Harmless pranks, Non-sexual Chokeholds, Kinda comedic.

"Hold still so I can give you your sunscreen!" Zanka grunted, having to put her girlfriend in a chokehold to keep her still. Jabber, on the other hand, writhed around in her arms, already wanting to get in the water. "Miss bad Attitude, I dont need this!" She complained as Zanka wiped sunscreen all over her face. "I need a little tan anyway."

Zanka simply shook her head, giving Jabber's forehead a gentle tap. "Done." She sighed, laying back down on her beach towel. Jabber ran off to the water excitedly like a child. That made Zanka laugh a little. "Be careful, Jab!"

Zanka stared past Jabber and out to the sapphire blue ocean. The salty smell of the water filling her nostrils. The sounds of the waves crashing against each other and the sandy shore. The sunset almost coating it all in darkness. It all felt so calm and peaceful, almost making her eyelids heavy with sleep.

"Zanka?"

Well, almost, but oh well.

"Hm?" Zanka sat up, looking at Jabber, who was soaked in water. "What's up?"

"You ain't getting in the water?" Jabber asked, tilting her head and pointing at the water.

"Nope."

"Seriously?!" Jabber sat beside her, pulling her arm. "Please, Zanka-Baby!"

"No! I don't like water." Zanka rolled her eyes and yanked her arm away from her girlfriend.

Jabber stood up, grabbed a bucket, and ran off.

Finally, she gave up. Zanka thought to herself as she put on a pair of pink sunglasses. Wait, pink? Zanka thought, realizing she accidentally took Jabber's sunglasses which she switched to putting on her blue ones.

Peace and quiet at-

Suddenly, something cold and wet hit her. She shrieked, jolting off her beach towel. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Zanka hollered, looking around at who did it.

The Culprit already stood there, laughing in her face. "OH MY GOD! YOU JUMPED LIKE A FUCKING CAT!"

Zanka's face went red with embarrassment, and anger. "You think thats funny?!" She grabbed a fistful of sand and ran at her. "I'll show you something funny!"

Jabber ran off, still laughing, but yelling back at Zanka. "Come catch me, Miss Bad Attitude!"

Zanka threw the sand behind Jabber, missing her completely. Soon, she laughed as well while she chased Jabber, all that anger fading away. "Get back here you jerk!"

Soon, the rest of their evening consisted of the two girls chasing each other for about ten minutes until they decided to head back to their hotel.

[fy-raaa-ga]

Yuri Week: Beach, Sunset, Ocean

F- I almost didn't think you'd make it. You're a woman of your word.

H- It's been more than an age since I've had such an opportunity. I would be a fool to pass it up.

F- Aye but if you ask your old bosses, they'd call you a fool now.

H- Let them. I'm still alive, despite their efforts.

F- I'm glad to meet another of Emet's failures.

H-And you are?

F- The fool and the lovesick woman whose heart can change the world.

H- You hold no illusions! Truly you fascinate me.

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Yuri week begins! Somehow it caught me by surprise despite preparing an extra post.

These two have a ways to go to know each other, and with six more poses to go, they'll have plenty of time. Luckily Fy'ra had an island all to herself so she and Halmarut can enjoy every moment together. Where could she take the pair next?