Persephone

Writer (irl & on ao3) Minors DNI

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Learning to Love You Ch.3 will be posted July 1st - making this announcement to hold myself accountable.

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Are yall gonna kill me if it’s up first thing tomorrow? 🙈

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Learning to Love You Ch.3 will be posted July 1st - making this announcement to hold myself accountable.

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Went into anaphylactic shock yesterday over a mystery allergy I had no clue I had (I am fine/on steroids/awaiting an Epi-pen prescription and allergy test), so I think a good way to spend my recovery is rewatching arcane to further study Caitvi. Thoughts?

but seriously, this happening during pride month is BEYOND LAME

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Three Keys To A Good Marriage

Ignoring all the notifications, mostly texts asking some variation of Where did you go?? (the Irish goodbye hadn’t been entirely intentional), Cait opened up her Spotify and pressed play on her spa playlist. 

She closed her eyes. 

This was what pride was all about. Being in bed. 

It took all of five seconds for Cait to drift off, the sounds of calming chimes and flutes filling her ears. Vi was used to this behavior; she understood it completely. There was no way they could be married if she didn’t. 

That was the key to being married, you had to be alone a fair amount of the time. Cait was a major proponent of that. 

Being alone sometimes made being together just that much better. 

Cait stirred at the mattress dipping beside her. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes gazing up at Vi. Her wife.

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Posted this little piece for pride month. Read here :)

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Been MIA

Sorry ya'll - I've been celebrating finally being done with university. I have some Caitvi cooking for pride month - never fear.

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why do you even have tattoos if your wife and kid don't use it as coloring book

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Zombie Apocalypse Caitvi

Vi was in the middle of having her birthday cry (something she would’ve had even if there hadn’t been an apocalypse) when there was a knock at the door. It was a quiet, polite knock, leaving Vi to wonder who it was. Her siblings usually banged on the door, demanding of her attention in a way only younger siblings could do. While Vander was less demanding, he always announced himself, as if Vi wouldn’t immediately be able to know her father was at the door. 

Much to her surprise, it was Caitlyn Kiramman at her door, cheeks flushed from the cold outside, scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. On her head was a pair of bright purple earmuffs that looked a little funny. 

The two of them never interacted before the outbreak, despite attending the same high school. Cait being a year older and the daughter of a councilwoman was enough to make Vi a little weary. But being two of the only young women to survive the initial outbreak frenzy had forged a friendship between the two of them. 

If the outbreak hadn’t happened while Cait was home for summer break, she likely would’ve been stuck at college, and then Vi would really have no one to talk to - not to mention, Cait would probably be dead. 

On both counts, Vi considered herself lucky. She liked Cait. 

“Hi,” Vi said. She was also bundled up, despite having been inside all day - getting proper heating was difficult. “What are you doing here?” 

There was a strict curfew enforced at nightfall, something cumbersome to navigate during the short winter days. To be out past it, you needed special permission - whatever that meant or how you got it, Vi didn’t know. 

Cait shrugged as she began to rummage around in the messenger back slung across her body. “I snuck out.” 

…Or Caitlyn Kiramman happened to have a rebellious streak. This was new information. 

Vi blinked. “For…what?” 

The thought that Cait would take a risk like that just to see Vi seemed too good to be true. It also filled Vi’s stomach with butterflies.

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First addition to my Caitvi Zombie Apocalypse AU is up on AO3!

Finally done with the semester so I can write!! Everybody cheered.

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Thank you for your patience, I'm drowning in finals right now. Trust and believe I have not forgotten about caitvi.

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If I could wake up tomorrow and have had 32 more people read Buried A Hatchet, I'll be over the moon

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Had A Very Lesbian Day Today

Here's what happened on my lesbian day

-put on my cute lesbian outfit -did my cute lesbian makeup -sat on public transport & thought about caitvi -went to a queer owned bookstore, bough a collection of sappho's poetry -got my lesbian groceries from trader joe's -got home and am thinking about what caitvi I'm going to write

Great day today, team.

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Happy Lesbian Visibility Week!!

Lesbians aren't going anywhere. We've always been here and always will be here ❤️🧡🩷🤍💜

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color study but make it caitvi wedding !!

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Honestly, I never thought I'd say this about a cartoon at the big age of 22, but Caitvi and Arcane helped me become so much more confident with my lesbianism and sexuality, it's actually kind of crazy.

Turns out seeing a lesbian couple actually get a happy ending does wonders for the soul.

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I've been a big fan of The Walking Dead and recently started watching The Last of Us...currently being possessed to write a CaitVi zombie apocalypse fic. Adding it to the WIP queue as we speak.

You can read the stuff I currently have up on my AO3 here :)

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Might just start tagging Cait as autistic in all of my fics from now on. That is simply canon.

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i couldn't remember my password for my old account so made a new one :)))

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Buried A Hatchet, Ch. 4 Is Live!!

The bath seemed like a good idea. Vi was in the middle of running it, adding all the salts and oils she knew Cait liked. The steam was just beginning to rise up above the soapy water when she heard a noise from the bedroom, a muted thump against the carpet. 

Then, she heard Cait’s voice. 

“Vi!” 

Quickly turning the tap off, Vi hurried into the bedroom, finding Cait on the edge of the bed. Her nightgown was soaked between her legs, the dark circle of a puddle on the carpet at her feet. 

For a split second, Vi had no clue what to do, but she didn’t let herself linger there long. She walked over to Cait, pushing her sweaty bangs away from her face. 

“You need to go get the midwife,” Cait panted. “And if she tells me to wait again, I’m going to punch her,” she released a shuddering breath. “I can’t believe this is happening.” 

Vi’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?” 

This was all normal, right? All of this was supposed to happen during labor, correct?  Vi was wracking her brain, trying to recall everything she’d read over the hammering of her heart in her throat. 

Cait shook her head. “I - I can’t do this, Vi. I - It already hurts so much.” 

Vi looked down, noticing Cait’s hands, the way they were twisting into the duvet. She reached down, covering Cait’s hands with her own. 

Pressing her forehead against Cait’s, Vi’s voice was soft, but firm. 

“You’re gonna be fine, I promise,” she said. “I’ll be right here the whole time. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Cait whimpered, and Vi reached up to swipe away a stray tear slipping down Cait’s cheek. 

“We’re so close to finally getting to meet her,” Vi murmured. “Think about that.” 

Cait sighed. “I know.” 

“And you can squeeze my hand, cuss me out, do whatever you want. I won’t be mad.” 

“I plan to, don’t worry,” Cait wrapped her arms around Vi’s waist, leaning forward to press her entire weight against her wife. 

Despite the pain, despite the stress, Cait and Vi tried to find peace in their last few moments with it being just them, alone. 

xx

So yes, I wasn't lying about updates coming.

Read on Ao3 :)