[powderpinkandsweeet]

24, she/her, high femme lesbian who writes sapphic stuff sometimes. Head over heels in love with the sweetest masc and baby daddy of our two cat children. I like making jewelry for me and my baby. I have lost count of how many squishmallows I have. I typey type 8 hours a day and write in my little notebook on my lunch break.

Minors don’t interact, it makes me uncomfortable.

Palestine Children’s Relief Fund

Care for Gaza

Writing under the cut

Masterlist

The Last of Us

Abby Anderson

Abby talks you through it — nsfw, you’ve had a hard time orgasming with other partners, oral, fingering, intimate

Giving Abby head on your knees — nsfw, oral, sub reader

Disobeying Abby — nsfw, toy use, pussy slapping

Abby’s late again — sfw, hurt/comfort, cliche, self-indulgent

Comphet Abby isn’t a good top her first time, you show her what being loved feels like — nsfw, Abby goes rough at first and it’s not great like get a girl wet first, oral (A! Receiving), fingering (A! Receiving)

Gym Bro Abby Blurb — gym meet-cute with Abby

Religious comphet Abby x Reader — Sfw hurt/comfort, angst, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, long and flowery. Mormon-coded because that’s the religious trauma I know well and can write about. Part two here

Heavy Metal Abby x Reader — Sfw, c/w descriptions of injury. you’re at a rock show and you get pushed into the moshpit, Abby saves you. Just a short meet-cute thing.

Ellie Williams

Loser Ellie follows you and your lab partner to a coffee shop — sfw, Ellie follows you and waits for an opportunity to talk to you, Owen slander

Ellie wears the strap for the first time — nsfw, oral, fingering, penetrative sex

Jackson Ellie missing you while she’s gone — suggestive, sappy but a little dirty

Sexting while Ellie’s away — nsfw, you send dirty Snapchat videos, mutual masturbation but you sent the videos to her like an hour ago

Messy eater Ellie — nsfw, oral, fingering

More messy eater Ellie — nsfw, oral

Ellie hears a buzzing noise coming from the apartment above her — nsfw, mutual masturbation, Ellie’s kinda creepy but we love it

Ellie hears you bring home a one night stand — nsfw, spoiler alert Abby is the one night stand

Ellie follows you to the gym — suggestive, nonconsensual filming

Neighbor Ellie pet sits — nsfw, neighbor Ellie has unrestricted access to your apartment to take care of your cats while you’re away

You call neighbor Ellie drunk — kinda nsfw, nonconsensual photographing, you’re drunk off your ass and keep tripping up the concrete apartment stairs so you need help getting up to your 3rd floor apartment

Voyeurism with neighbor Ellie — nsfw, nonconsensual filming. Ellie leaves a camera in your apartment and watches you while you’re on the phone.

Ellie gets caught — nsfw, you confront Ellie about the camera you find in your apartment, dubcon on both sides kind of, face sitting

60s blue collar Ellie and waitress reader — nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Trucker Ellie and Hitchhiker Reader — some fluff, some nsfw, s/a attempt, oral (E! Receiving)

Trucker Ellie and Hitchhiker Reader part 2 — nsfw, fingering (r! Receiving), strap on sex (r! Receiving)

Proud of me - nsfw, strap on sex (r! Receiving)

Arcane

Sevika

Sevika gets hit on at the bar — sfw, jealousy, reader is a waitress at the Last Drop, Sevika has a reputation as a regular at Babbette’s, and that reputation follows her into your relationship.

Ambessa

Councilwoman Ambessa x Maid Reader — sfw, reader catches Ambessa’s attention in what could be a good way depending on who’s asking.

[powderpinkandsweeet]

I wrote this in December when I was feeling particularly emotional, but here’s why I’ve been gone for a while:

T/w death and personal stuff

My partner’s mom passed almost two months ago so I haven’t felt quite right lately. She had bone cancer for ten years and we were in the room with her when she passed. Thoughts are tangled and I’m a sentimental bitch so I was organizing my thoughts for some catharsis.

My garden is dying. Ten steps from where I sit every evening to smoke, it withers, neglected. I haven’t set foot in it in near months.

The tomatoes rot on the vine, blackened leaves hanging limply. The geraniums have dried to mere brush, a tangled mess of sticks where purple flowers once blossomed.

Sympathy flowers sit on the side table, sent from Ken’s work while she was on bereavement leave. From corporate, out of obligation, maybe. The lilies are beautiful, but they could make the cats sick. At least Cesar asked the florist what was safe, we could keep those inside. So the lilies wilt on the patio, petals falling on the table and into the ashtray.

Time should have stopped when mom died, but everyone and everything kept moving, kept aging when the clock stopped for her at 60 just over a month ago.

The roses still bloom. The first freeze came early, but still the pinks and purples peek through the leaves and brush. I envy their resilience. Somehow they’re unaffected by the cold and rain that took the geraniums, the peonies, and the lilacs. They get to keep growing.

A letter to Karen, just things I wish I could tell her.

Mom,

I think of you every morning, noon, and night. The grand kitties miss you, I miss you, and most of all Ken misses you. To see you in so much pain and hear you cry through the night, I knew that there was no other way, but I can’t help the want to be selfish. You fought for years, supporting Ken even when you could hardly raise your arms. You pushed yourself so hard, calling Ken every day she came home from work even when you were so exhausted she could hear it in your voice.

You were a bad bitch and you knew it. Every time we play a game, your voice echoes in my head, calling me and Ken “bitch whores” when we’re kicking your ass in Mario party. You lived hours away, but drove to us whenever you could, for as long as you could.

But now you’re in a box on a shelf. We haven’t gotten an urn for you yet—looking for one makes Ken cry. Your name, birthday, the day you died, and a serial number for the crematorium’s records.

I look at our texts and I wish I had messaged you more. When I take a picture of Ken snuggling with the cats, my instinct is to send it to you. I have so many regrets, so many things I wish I could have asked you.

I’m so grateful for your scrapbooks. Each one put together with so much love and care to document Ken and her brother growing up. I know that Ken will tell me stories about you, and that I can learn new things about you for all that time.

There are so many things I wish we could have done together. It will forever break my heart that you saw the ring but won’t see the wedding. Ken wanted you to walk her down the aisle. I don’t think she’ll ask Jim to. I can’t call you my mother in law, but you’ll always be mom to me.

I’m keeping my promises. I haven’t opened the Christmas present you gave me yet. Ken said I could if I wanted to, but I told you I’d wait. I finished the Lego set you started on the dining room table, too. While we waited for the funeral home to come get you, I finished it and one of your puzzles.

And I’ll always keep my promise that Ken will always be taken care of and loved unconditionally.

[powderpinkandsweeet]

Are bikini baristas only a thing in the Pacific Northwest? Is that not a thing anywhere else?

[madphantom]

"I'm just a girl☺️🥰💖💞💅🌺🌷🦄" when you were eight and the teacher said she needed some strong boys to carry something you used to be furious, and when you convinced them to let you help, you carried twice as many chairs as the boys with the righteous anger of a girl who knew she was just as capable as them. Where did that go?

[angelsaxis]

I haven't seen this version anywhere so I made one!

[angelsaxis]

This flag is pissing off TERFs of course but i am seeing so much colorful JOY from trans lesbians and other lesbians in the notes like I've never seen a set of tags so happy before omg

[butchcockweilder-deactivated202]

everyone should reblog the bipoc transbian flag. It should be law.

[innerchildabortionclinic]

obsessed w this comment on a video of right wing grifters

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

i don’t trust women who say things like “i just get along better with men” ok so you’re an opp…

[palatablepain]

I get along better with men but I never say it.

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

girl if you never say it then how tf did i find out?

[midnights-dragon]

[sapphicstrawcore]

trying to go straight to the point when I write a smut fic but I can’t help it, I write way too much before the actual smut and it pisses me off so bad like girl stfu you talk too much just stop istg STFU

[miffyscakes]

me bc I love describing things too much

[pussyhoundspock]

joining the war on kids reading any book they want on the side of kids reading any book they want. simply you will be fine. it's even good to be confronted with things you don't understand and even find upsetting, uncomfortable and difficult. it's a surprise tool that will help you later.

[powderpinkandsweeet]

Sneak peek of part three of my church is love—only seeing god when I come. In a weird mood where it feels like ppl aren’t liking what I’m posting lately so writing is bittersweet (it’s just the numbers fucking with me and bc they’ve been sfw, I’ll be alrighty). Anyways, Abby takes you out for dinner and dancing to have a fresh start and make things up to you.

“Will you dance with me?”

You froze, mouth slightly parted. The dance floor was near empty, songs slowing as evening turned to night. The beat was slow and the melody saccharine sweet. The last kind touch she had ever given you was a dance. Back when she held your hands in hers in the church hall, swaying to an old hymn—room for the holy spirit forced between you by the Sunday school teacher.

You gave Abby a nod and let her guide you toward the music. She closed the distance between you, chest to chest and heart to heart—hardly enough room to fit a slip of paper between you. A warm, heavy hand rested on the small of your back to pull you close. One hand held delicately in hers, you rested the other on one of her broad shoulders.

Just like that, you were brought back to that gray afternoon in April when you were eighteen. Like that day, your love for Abby burned hot and bright, threatening to consume you both. At eighteen, you fought against love like hell until it broke you. At twenty-five, you laid down your weapon and surrendered.

More to come, much love, thank you for being interested <3

[celtic-pyro-deactivated20230725]

This fanfic I’m never going to write is really damn good.

[powderpinkandsweeet]

Hi hi I’m working on a part three to My Church is Love and The One That You Love 🥰 it’ll be called “only seeing god when I come” if I wasn’t being obvious

[powderpinkandsweeet]

Saw more old white dykes in one place at the Indigo Girls and Melissa Etheridge concert than I ever have in my life

[prettysheepy]

Nothing better than getting fucked till youre sobbing and then getting tucked into bed for a nap. This is the princess treatment I deserve.

[powderpinkandsweeet]

I like to think I’m the funny coworker but whether or not that’s true is up for debate

[prettysheepy]

Some people dont know this but a femme’s mental-reset button is a littleeee spot that can be found deep in her pussy. Youll have to hit it pretty solidly a few times though just to make sure it works. Just letting you know! 🥰