I gave my heart to Sasha Velour and sold my soul to the Boulet Brothers. Mock-Star on @artificalqueens and A03. Mod on @aqdiscorse, member of the AQ Advisory Council. Dead Dove Do Not Eat
I don't think that this is a problem with this specific fanfic community, but I wanted to cover my bases just to be safe.
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO ANYONE TO BIND AND SELL MY FANFIC.
if you wanted to print it off for your own personal use or for a gift, that is fine. selling, however, is crossing multiple lines for multiple people. if I find out it's being sold, even under changed names, I won't hesitate to nuke everything to protect myself, no matter how much it breaks my heart.
🎁 Rosè and Denali go to a Winter Festival (Rosnali) for Berry - Mock-Star
SECRET QUEEN 2022 by @mock-star-aq
this is a pinch sarcastic, a little experimental, a little cheesy, and 100% pure fluff. I really hope you like it.
After the sun set on a chilly December day, Rosè and Denali approached the square where the winter festival was being held. They smelled candied nuts before they saw the bright lights, first seeing the tip of the giant Christmas tree, and then seeing the string lights that spanned the entirely of the festival. They could see small figures skating and eating and playing, and as they got closer, they could see parents with their young children lined up to meet Santa, and holding various treats for them as they nibbled on them, breaking off pieces for themselves. They could see couples sitting at tables together, eating and drinking or just holding hands and talking. They could see groups of friends hanging out, groups of teenagers and elderly people at a wreath making lesson together, laughing and just enjoying being together. As soon they crossed the threshold, they made a beeline for the skating rink, Rosè going to the rental booth and Denali slipping on her own skates.
The ice was crowded, but manageable. All the same, they held onto each other as they stepped on the ice, almost immediately almost getting run over by a young kid zooming around the ice so fast you would think they were an Olympian. They skated about 5 laps, doing it more so they could say they did so, holding hands the entire time. After taking their skates off, they made a beeline for the food booths, getting mulled wine and candied almonds and latkes and mac and cheese, finding an empty table to sit down with their spoils, toasting with their drinks before they dug in.
After they ate, they explored the rest of the festival, people-watching as they took in the festivities, leaning into each other, mostly for warmth, but also in genuine appreciation for each other's presence. They did some more shopping, for little trinkets and presents. One of the last things they bought was an ornament customized with their names and the year, because of course. The last thing they bought was a carrot, because they walked right past where the "reindeer" (ponies with antler headbands) were, and one of them headbutted Denali, so they had to stop because it's the law. As they crossed the threshold again, they stopped to look up at the night sky, sharing a brief kiss as a flurry of snow started to fall, dusting their shoulders as they walked back home.
Hey guys! Hypothetically, who here would be into participating in a holiday fic exchange? Feel free to like or reblog this, or to send in an anon message. We're just trying to get an idea of whether there's interest, and if there is, how many people to plan for when we set up the rules, etc.
Things we're considering--feel free to weigh in:
Would it just be fic or could there be art, media, etc?
Should there be a guideline about minimum word counts?
How specific should we allow the requestors to be in terms of genres, tropes, etc?
Should we combine this with a holiday challenge or should this be separate?
just some gratuitous smut based on pictures Shea posted in 2019 and I'm just now finishing because 💫procrastination💫 and 💫lack of motivation💫
Shea and her boyfriend ask Sasha to have a threesome while on vacation together, not knowing she has feelings for Shea and feels guilty about it, but they put her at ease either way. I haven't had a lot of time or energy to write because of life stuff but y'all will still hear from me sporadically.
Note: in this fic, Sasha and Shea simply *are* their drag personas (think of it like an AU where drag race is like any other reality competition show in a world with more sensible views on gender identity), so she/her pronouns are used for both throughout even though the smut is written with AMAB bodies, but you can imagine them however you like.
Note the Second: The boyfriend in this fic is simply a nameless, faceless, person who will be referred to only by he/him/his pronouns/Shea's boyfriend and who is not intended to be Dan, Shea's irl boyfriend. Feel free to imagine him as anyone you want (even yourself, I don't judge)
Shea was posing by the water of the beach, having her boyfriend take pictures of her. From the cabana a few yards away, it looked like she was going for "thirst trap". Not that Sasha minded, but she did. She wasn't upset at the pictures, oh no. Shea had every right to post her body as she wanted to. It was that Sasha wanted to be the one taking the pictures, to be the one Shea looked at like *that*.
Before Shea had started dating her boyfriend, she and Sasha had fucked a handful of times, the attraction was there and it was convenient. If only it wasn't some of the best sex Sasha had had in a long time. Shea was generous and doting, and Sasha would always be left gasping for air as Shea nuzzled kisses and whispered sweet nothings into her neck, and when she had to get up in the morning or immediately after, her body would protest, because leaving felt unnatural and wrong.
But when Shea excitedly texted her one night with the news that she had a boyfriend, she felt her heart shatter. He was attractive and charming, and treated Shea so well, and she was thrilled for her, but her heart still ached. It took a lot for her to actually fall for someone, and having to let go hurt, especially when they had a: never been official to begin with, and B: they were still friends. She knew her feelings were somewhat valid, but she couldn't help feeling like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
It hurt even worse when she saw them cuddling when she got out of the shower last night. The hotel had overbooked and not given their group enough rooms, but instead given them a room with 2 beds, and with the hotel being full and the two of them eagerly volunteering to share, Sasha had no other option but to try to sleep in one bed while she heard them whispering and kissing in the other. It was the first time she had interacted with Shea in person since she started dating him and thus the first time interacting with them as a couple, and she definitely felt like a third wheel. Despite their efforts to include her, they would naturally turn back towards each other and away from Sasha, still in the honeymoon phase.
She rested her head on the chair and pulled her sun hat over her face, laying her arms at her sides, pretending to sunbathe, and allowed a few tears to silently slip out. She could hear laughter getting louder, and she assumed Shea and her boyfriend were getting closer, and she half hoped they would think she was asleep and not try to talk to her, and she thought it was working until she felt a kiss on her shoulder blade, and a voice whispered to her.
"Hey Sash!"
Sasha pushed up her hat to see Shea kneeling down beside her, and she hoped that her tears weren't visible as she smiled at her.
"So me and boo are going to head back up to the room…"
Sasha internally groaned, here was the part where Shea would ask her to Please stay out of the room for a few hours. The room would surely smell of sex when she went in next.
*why are you so fucking jealous? Shea was never yours!*
"….and we were wondering if you would like to join us?" She asked, her voice dropping, getting deeper and richer, oozing with seduction.
Sasha almost choked on the air in her lungs, and she pushed herself up onto her forearms and stared at Shea. Shea's hand rested on the small of her back, if that didn't make her intentions crystal clear, the look in her eyes did. Beside her, her boyfriend knelt down as well, and his hand tenderly rubbed the back of her legs. The tenderness was unmistakable, and the desire was thick. Two sets of eyes were undressing her, and three minds were already back in the room.
She nodded, and their hands fell away as she sat up and gathered her stuff, shoving her things into her bag and pulling her shirt on. When she rose, they went on either side of her, and they walked side by side back into the hotel. Shea reached out and grabbed her hand, kissing it before letting go. She felt her cheeks go red, and Sasha realized Shea could probably see how nervous she was and was trying to soothe her, and she forced a smile at her.
She half expected something to happen in the elevator, but nothing happened until the door shut on their hotel room, and Shea shoved her against a wall and attacked her neck with kisses, and she froze before easing into the affection, stretching her neck to offer up more skin to be kissed. This felt familiar and good, and she reached up to cover her mouth to muffle a moan, but Shea intercepted it, sensing her movement and pinning her wrists to the wall.
"It's okay baby, let us hear you." She cooed. "You're so melodic in bed, and almost everyone else is going to be on the beach, so we're the only ones who will hear. Let it all out for us." Shea whispered, guiding Sasha's hands around her waist.
Shea knew exactly what she was doing. The compliments that came out of Shea's mouth in bed always made Sasha melt, and she felt her knees buckle slightly as a few more silent tears fell and the moan escaped, Shea scraping her neck with her teeth lightly in approval.
She felt her bag being pulled away from her, and she let it go. Shea's boyfriend set it down on the desk and crossed back over to them, reaching over Shea's head to wipe away a tear, quickly holding his thumb up and down to check on her, then checking to see her thumbs up. He pressed a kiss against the back of Shea's neck, and she pulled away from Sasha to lean to him.
"Let's go to the bathroom to get ready." He whispered, and Shea nodded and stepped away, loosely grabbing Sasha's arm to guide her into the bathroom. She released her a few steps in and went to turn the shower on, and her boyfriend took the opportunity to step in and kiss Sasha's forehead
"May I take your clothes off for you?" He asked, pulling away slightly, and Sasha nodded. She raised her arms up when his hands pulled her shirt over her head, and stepped out of her swim shorts when he knelt down and pulled them off her. She shivered, both at the cold air hitting her damp skin and because of nerves. He stood up and kissed her again, his hands rubbing her back before trailing down to her ass cheeks, squeezing them soothingly as Shea called them over to the shower. He pulled away again and led Sasha over by her hand, squeezing it affectionately. She stepped into the high bathtub as Shea grabbed her elbow and guided her over to her. She reached out for Sasha's face and kissed her, and Sasha felt her body leap for joy at a touch she thought she would never have again as the water doused her skin.
"You know you can tap out and rejoin at any time, right? You can just watch us if you want to." Shea asked against her lips, stroking the side of her face.
"Ok." She whispered. Her eyes fluttered closed again as Shea found her way back to her neck, being gentler than she had been a few moments ago. The three of them stayed in the shower for what seemed like an unbearably long time, kisses and caresses barely tithing her over.
She briefly closed her eyes and let the water hit her in the face as the two of them shifted around. He moved behind her, and she squeezed his arm as he tilted her head up to kiss her again as Shea gently nipped at her neck. He grabbed her hips and gently guided her to face him so he could cup her face to kiss her. Shea hugged her from behind and nuzzled her neck, and Sasha closed her eyes as she squeezed Shea's arms. She felt hands squeeze her thighs, and her eyes shot open to see Shea's boyfriend kneeling in front of her, the water spraying on his back. His eyes asked for consent, and she nodded. He smiled, and he started kissing her hips, slowly teasing her and warming her up, and she threw her head back onto Shea's shoulder.
"When's the last time someone ate you out baby?" Shea whispered, and she fought to get her thoughts together as teeth scraped at her skin.
"Umm, I think it's been, maybe 9 months?"
"So basically the last time we hooked up in LA."
"Yeah, I think so."
"I'm going to have to have some words with Alexis then." She said, and Sasha almost choked on her saliva.
"You know about that?!"
"Yep, she messaged me asking for tips, and I told her exactly what you liked." She whispered, and Shea's boyfriend took that as a que to deep throat her, and she gasped. One of her hands traveled to his hair, but he pushed it away. Shea smirked at her reaction, and she leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.
“Do you like that? He’s super talented with that tongue of his. If I wasn’t so desperate to be inside of you, he could really show you what he can do.”
Sasha could feel her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, then rise back up in anticipation. She groaned involuntarily, and Shea laughed and kissed her cheek.
"Bed. Now." Shea ordered, her voice going from soft to commanding. Her boyfriend pulled off Sasha and nodded. He shut the water off and stood up, took Sasha by the hand and led her out. He handed her a towel while he dried himself off, and Shea came up behind her and took another towel off the rack. She had barely finished drying off when Shea took her towel from her and hung it up for her. Her boyfriend took her hand and led her to the bedside, pausing to kiss her again. When he pulled away, Shea took over, pulling Sasha over to her and kissing her forehead.
“Get on the bed for me, love.” She cooed, and Sasha took a deep breath before obeying, scooting to the middle of the bed as Shea crawled after her, kneeling over her and cupping her face to kiss her once again, more passionately than she had all day. She reached up to cup Shea's face back and ended up pulling them both down accidentally. They both laughed as He crawled up beside them
What followed was, for a lack of a better word, incredible. Sure it was equally awkward at points, but Shea and her boyfriend were so patient yet eager, and so, so
Sasha blinked as she tried to ground herself. Someone nuzzled her, and she reached up and caressed an arm.
“You look so sexy baby, and we love you so much." A kiss was pressed into her cheek and someone snuggled into her side and held her, cooing sweet nothings at her as Sasha reached out, instinctively placing her hand on the back of Shea's neck, smiling hazily at her.
"Are you hungry? We're going to treat you to dinner tonight." Shea told her, rubbing her stomach soothingly, already in aftercare mode. She poked Sasha's side lightly, and she turned away from it, chuckling slightly.
"You just let us love on you, ok baby?"
As if on cue, Shea's boyfriend, already draped in a robe, brought over cups of water, and Sasha felt a hand on her lower back as she sat up to accept it, taking small sips as he sat down across to her and kissed her cheek before leaning next to her to kiss Shea. Although this was unfamiliar, Sasha felt so comfortable. She wished she could save this moment and come back to it whenever she needed to feel this again. But her peace was spoiled by the twinge of guilt that never quite went away, and she instinctively reached out for Shea, resting her head on her shoulder and a hand on her chest. Shea kissed her forehead as he reached out and rubbed her knee. Shea smiled lazily, resting her head on top of Sasha's.
"God, why didn't we do this sooner?" she asked, putting her water down and reaching out towards her boyfriend, who took her hand in his.
"Because we've never been all together before" He said, grabbing Sasha's other hand and lightly shaking all of their hands up and down.
"True" She replied, then looked towards Sasha. "You down for another round sometime soon?"
Sasha's eyes widened, and she felt her heart race as she looked at both of them. Both of them were smiling, and she breathlessly nodded, breaking into a smile herself.
"Not right now though."
"Oh definitely not, maybe tomorrow." Shea affirmed, rubbing her back as He nodded in agreement. "But you're stuck with us now. Next time I'm in New York I'll be sliding in to those dms." She ribbed, laughing as she talked. Sasha's confusion must have shown on her face because he leaned over and whispered.
"We're in an somewhat open relationship. We both have to approve of who we sleep with and you're top of the list, of course."
Sasha blushed, she felt both relieved and guilty for being relieved. Maybe one day she'd tell Shea about her jealousy, as a not-funny-then-hilarious-now story. But now, all she wanted was to just be in this moment.
Potluck Speed Challenge, A Short and Incomplete List (Group) - Mock-Star
I'm alive! maybe. kinda.
this is just a quick little list with the first people who popped in my head (including some Dragula Ghouls!), I hope yall enjoy!
(also yes I *promise* I'm still working on more Sashea fic)
Sasha: a charcuterie board, really hard to mess up, *exactly* the right amount of effort, and a crowd favorite.
Shea: something homemade and labor intensive, because she can actually cook and everyone is impressed
Hoso: has every ambition of making a *fancy* dish (because she's self-sufficient), but ends up not having the spoons so brings chips instead
Sigourney: a casserole that uses at least one can of "cream of X" soup, and some soft drinks, because she's pretty sure someone forgot to assign them to someone at some point
Bianca: is hosting, has alcohol and meat and plant based burgers. her dogs are the stars of the whole potluck
Gottmik: either some super fancy vegan dessert that's lowkey too expensive to bring to a potluck or some oreos she grabbed on the way because she forgot. there's no in-between
Vander: tries to think of any gaps in what people would bring, ends up bringing rice, baked potatoes and taco meat
I was wondering if there is any Swan and Drac fic anywhere?
Hi friend! I know some existed at somepoint (primarily on wattpad if published at all) and I'm sure some still exists, but I also know Drac said "we haven't read fanfic, we won't be reading fanfic, and you won't be writing fanfic about us" when asked about it on their podcast (which literally wtf whoever asked that you're an asshole), which may have caused a purge of what little there was.
I think your best bet is to just do a bunch of searches using every keyword you can think of and hope you get lucky. I did a few searches and came up short. hope you find something!
With what happened last night, this is just a not -so-friendly reminder to DONT SEND FANFIC TO THE QUEENS!!! Fanfic writers hide on sites like Tumblr and A03 for a reason. They know where to find it if they want to, and the last thing any of us want is to have the queens acknowledge our fic. If you don't like fic and you're somehow here, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, block the tags/writers/blogs, stay in your lane.
Also: Most of the writers I'm close with would nuke their shit so fast if one of the queens actually talked about one of our fics, myself included. WE DONT WANT THE QUEENS TO FIND IT, AND YOU'RE NOT MORALLY SUPERIOR IF YOU "SNITCH" TO THEM!!!
i'll only say this once....but most, if not all, rpdr fic writers on here dont even WANT the queens to find these fics. most don't even "ship" them in the purest sense (like actually want them to date/have a relationship in real life) like for me, i really just see the chemistry these queens have and think that would be an interesting thing to write about/explore.
so for people outside of the tumblr fandom to paint these writers as like....cringe and creepy stans who invade the privacy of these queens is so...off? like yes there are invasive stans but there will always be invasive stans in every fandom, but also:
we've been forming a barrier/degree of separation when writing fic so that the queens don't see it unless they go searching for it, and to respectfully not write about certain ships/characters when they say that they dont want to be in fics. and the fact that theres this sense of knowing that what we're writing first and foremost is fiction, not a manifesto of what they want to happen in real life, and any instance of people being invasive we either tell them to keep that in to themselves/private or we shut that stuff down.
Just wanted to let you all know that, as I said in the post earlier today, we are currently discussing this tweet in the Advisory Council server - and we welcome any contributions to that discussion, either by sending in asks here or by joining us. Here’s the current status:
At the moment, we have decided that this tweet alone is NOT enough for a ban on Denali fic, since it could very easily be referencing people sending her links, not just the idea of fic in general. If she explicitly says that she doesn’t want people to write fic about her (like Aquaria did), then we’ll honor that, and we’re paying attention in case she does.
Do NOT fucking send links of fics to queens. Don’t post them on other platforms tagged with their names. It is extremely disrespectful to the queens and to writers to do that. We stay in our goddamn lane here and if you can’t respect that, you’re an asshole.
A lot of authors are choosing to pause on writing her, or even deleting their fics/setting them to private. This is perfectly okay and valid if that’s what the authors choose, but it is not required, and we hope no one feels pressured into deleting work they’re proud of. That’s YOUR artistic creation and you’ve done nothing wrong, no matter what some dickheaded fucking trolls on other social media platforms have to say about it.
On the same note: do not bully writers. Do not send hate to writers, or ANYONE, for interacting with fanfic. IF Denali does say that she doesn’t want any fic written about her, it will only affect future fic, and under no circumstances are you to be a cunt to people who have written about her, ever. We are all just people expressing ourselves, and if you can’t understand that, get the fuck off this blog.
With what happened last night, this is just a not -so-friendly reminder to DONT SEND FANFIC TO THE QUEENS!!! Fanfic writers hide on sites like Tumblr and A03 for a reason. They know where to find it if they want to, and the last thing any of us want is to have the queens acknowledge our fic. If you don't like fic and you're somehow here, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, block the tags/writers/blogs, stay in your lane.
Hi yes I know it’s been months since the AS5 finale but school and the pandemic kicked my ass plus this fic ran off in a different direction than I was planning. Also yes one particular scene may have been written because I’m mad at one of the frats at my school.
Set post Rona, Sasha tries to find a way to congratulate Shea on her win during a group trip.
This is cannon divergent, which means for me and my writing that the show happened but everyone is their drag personas. (so in this case she/her pronouns are used for both of them but the smut is written as MM if that makes since).
(Also for any new writers out there, SAVE EVERYTHING because this is also a frankenfic of 2 different abandoned wips along with the new writing)
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