#yuri fic

[emotionalsupportplatypus]

You ever get so self-aware you start narrating your own breakdown like it’s a documentary?

"Here we observe the human, attempting to fix their life by reorganizing a Google Doc instead of confronting their emotions.

The subject believes buying a new notebook will fix everything. It will not.

Tune in next week when they cry over a yuri fic they forgot they wrote."

[15ramune]

This is literally me but with characters in the fics I write omfg

[oni0nsleepzzz]

chapter 2 of my likodot fic on ao3

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[find-yevah]

Detective or wlw fic? Maybe both >u<

⊱MURDEROUS SATISFACTION⊰

Chapter 1

By: Yours truly, Yevah/Yev

TW ⚠: (This fic may contain sensitive topics, perhaps gore, blood, murder, crime, and others. You have been warned! )

Content: {Highschool junior student who is fond with crime solving mysteries, detective story novels, and murder documentaries. This may also contain wlw/gl content.}

Reminder:<The characters mentioned in the story are made by me and do not exist in any other show/movie/game/or any other source.>

Chapter 1 : <<Start of adventure>>

—[A freshman who's a big detective nerd first entering her new high school, to find out some gossip that led to the truth.]

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Rush of the wind༄࿐

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Goldhill High School is well known as "Gold Hill" for the amount of awards from competitions. There was never once a single competition Goldhill High ever attended to not have won first place/champion, and all of it's students are well-mannered and responsible. This school has a reputation to maintain, without letting other people know about the mischief that has continued on since the very beginning..

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𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 in Goldhill High School, but not just an ordinary day for the freshmen.

It was the Welcoming, the first day of high school for all freshmen had finally begun. And there stood out one, curious, brave, and determined young heart.

That young heart, is Elvira Zaitsev.

Elvira means "happy"/"friendly". 'Having', or shall I say showing this kind of persona helps a person get closer with another individual, and of course along with the "trustworthy" quality, not knowing they can use the truth against you in many situations.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧 have all gathered in the busy hallway.

Elvira observed her surroundings and saw the accustomed scenes: students chatting, one pushing the other aside, bullying, nerds debating, but what caught Elvira's eye was the mysterious older student watching her.

Her guts sensed something bad, though she brushed it aside for the time being.

Elvira entered her classroom, detective novel clutched in hand, neat uniform, hair in a clean ponytail, glasses to better analyze things, and a dark brown newsboy cap.

She lured in eyes of intrigue, curiosity, and of course the bullies.

One girl shouted, pointing at Elvira with a smug expression, "Oh look at Ms. Detective wannabe, looks like she's stuck in her little world of fantasy." Followed by quiet laughs and giggles.

Despite all this humiliation Elvira remained composed, refusing to speak and quietly attempted to take a seat.

The girl got annoyed when she saw Elvira's casual expression as if nothing even happened.

She pulled Elvira's chair before she could sit, Elvira sensing the chair being pulled away remained standing and turned around to get her chair back, she didn't show as much, but her eyebrow gave a subtle twitch of annoyance.

Once Elvira turned around to face the girl in asking to get her chair back, she paused.

She faced the girl and was almost at a loss for words. Elvira found the girl rather, stunning.

She mentally snapped out of it and asked for her chair back, "If you wished to have a word with me then I'd have much obliged. Though may I please get my chair back?".

The girl rolled her eyes and Elvira had to admit she found it quite attractive, though once again she mentally composed herself.

The moment Elvira got her chair back and sat down, she looked at the girl and observed her intently, trying to find hints to find out what her name was, without having to ask her directly.

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 once the bell rang, students rushed to the cafeteria, some excited, and some just making sure to reserve seats because of the large crowd.

Elvira chose to stay last, walking through the noisy hallway alone.

She was observing the school, looking at each room door and where CCTV cameras are set, she felt this would be rather 'useful' when the time comes.

Then she heard girls at a nearby lunch table close to the cafeteria entrance who also happen to be Elvira's classmates, gossiping.

She 'listened' in (eavesdropped) to the group of girls' conversation.

She heard the girls gossiping about her, about how much of a "nerd ", " goody-two-shoes" looking type she was.

Elvira didn't mind what they said, but what came next might've been very intriguing for Elvira.

Girl 1: "I heard from the upperclassmen that there's this school murderer who kills one student each in every event."

Elvira raised an eyebrow, now this was getting interesting.

Girl 2: "Yeah, they say the students are killed in plain sight, without any clue on how they did it."

Girl 3: "Now that's just terrifying, I thought this school was safe.."

Elvira thought about the techniques on how the killer could've done this. And what could've been their motive?

Elvira was exhilirated, though she needed to ensure that the information is factual and she needed stronger evidence.

She was quietly contemplating about the information she heard, in how could she prove that it is indeed true.

Being preoccupied by her thoughts, too engrossed in the whole thing,

she accidentally bumped into the girl from earlier in class who was making fun of her.

Elvira composed herself and apologized, "My dearest apologies, do pardon me for not paying attention. I hope to not have hurt you or anything."

The girl raised an eyebrow at how polite Elvira was being despite how mean she was to her earlier in class.

She then spoke, "It's alright... Whatever! Just get out of my way, and watch it next time, nerd."

Elvira chuckled, then she crossed her arms, "Wait, I'm afraid I didn't get your name earlier—"

The girl stopped before leaving then turned to Elvira with a confused look, "You even care to know? Well a girl like me has no time for a nerd like you. But, whatever. It's Lauren...Lauren Ellewood"

Elvira paused, then nodded "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Ellewood."

Lauren's cheeks showed a subtle shade of rose pink, then she stubbornly replied, "Like I'd want to be acquainted with you. Hope I don't ever see you again!"

Elvira raised an eyebrow, "Hope I see you again too, m'lady"

Then they both parted ways, Elvira's mind returning to the case, and she was determined to find more evidence.

This, was only the beginning of her journey.

With every fiber of her being, burning with passion and determination.

End of first chapter..

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(Hope this is good)

[katfishhhh]

I finally wrote a yukitori fic… gulp…

also here have a wip because I’m too impatient to post the fic as I finish the art

the monitor glow makes it look worse than it is ok and no I don’t give a FUCK if Aira’s outfit feels out of place

[starrygetou]

// #goge #五夏 first time moms

Satoru and Suguru are finally leaving the hospital after giving birth to their healthy, twin baby girls. Satoru is practically shaking as she gently loads their carriers into the back of Suguru’s car, quadruple checking with the user manual and multiple YouTube tutorials for their specific car seats. They only lived about 15 minutes away from the hospital but there was absolutely NO way Satoru was taking any chances.

“Sweetheart, they’re strapped in..” is all Suguru can try to reassure, not wanting to intrude on her wife’s ritual. Suguru herself was nervous too, she was the one who carried both of them to term and still had her reservations.

“You know most accidents h—“

“Happen within 5 miles of your home. Yes, I know,” Suguru chimed in, a gentle hand resting on Satoru’s shoulder. And an even brighter smile on her face before she leaned in, kissing Satoru’s cheek before climbing into the middle back seat. “We’ve practiced this a million times. Hell, take the backroads at 25mph for all I care. I trust you, Satoru.”

That last part was all Satoru needed to hear before finally getting into the drivers seat.

The ride goes smoothly (obviously), and by the time the girls are put into their cradles in the en suite nursery, Satoru and Suguru are completely pooped. They opted to simply cuddle in their shared bed, gentle caresses along each other’s arms and sides. Drifting asleep, only for a couple minutes before a shriek came from the girl’s room. Satoru practically had to pin her wife down to the bed before tending to their babies

[frozendarkmoon]

It Was Only a Kiss — Darkmoon Knightess x Gwyndolin

Being a quick 20 minute drabble I wrote for a friend over Discord. Because I am a kind and merciful goddess, I am sharing it with dash. As per usual with my Gwymbolin writing, she uses she/her pronouns but masculine titles.

The clink of metal against the table brought the Knightess back to reality once again. She did not recall how she ended up in this situation, of being barefaced before her Lord. Much less why Gwyndolin — beloved Gwyndolin, the god to whom her blade would be sworn forevermore, even beyond Death — agreed to show her own face.

She had seen it before, of course. When she was an attendant, trusted with helping her dress. Her skin was still as perfect now as it had been then. Perfectly carved marble, eyes of opal highlighted by scales as flawless as a moon. Gwyndolin's smile was nervous — welcoming, but nervous. Had she ever shared her affections before? Her heart, her soul, her love — did they ever show themselves before tonight? Did she ever ask another to share in evening tea, to speak of banalities?

No. No, she had not. The Knightess would have known. Yet as she sat next to her in the otherwise empty feasting hall, as she felt the serpentine legs of her beloved god brush against her feet, she needed to believe she would not be her first. That was too much responsibility for a wretch such as herself.

"Thou'rt nervous."

'So are you.' the thought came unbidden. She bit her lips a touch. Gwyndolin's giggle caused another rush of heat to her unsightly cheeks. "I be not worthy of your sight, O Lord."

"Be it not a god's responsibility to name what beeth worthy?" She asked, her right hand coming to rest atop her left gauntlet. How she longed to feel that touch more personally. Not through the implied pressure against the harsh brass, but against her own tanner, scarred, repulsive skin.

It was then she realized that she had been asked a question. As a servant of divinity, it was her duty to answer. "Of course, Lord. As your Blade, I shall do as you please."

"With joy and love in thy heart?"

"With joy and love in my heart." 'And so much more, dear Lord. Blesséd be your love, dear Lord. Blesséd be your lips, dear Lord.'

"Then share with me that love and joy." She leaned forward, her lips parted only slightly.

Oh, how the Knightess wished she could see them more. Yet in that moment, the fear of heresy dogged her senses. If she did not capitalize it then, she would get cold feet. And so she leaned forward herself.

She would not remember how her lips looked before she locked her own with them. But she would forever recall the taste. How plush they were. How hot her breath came. How tender she sounded as she pulled herself closer. How hungry they both were for that single, fleeting moment of adoration and connection.

More than anything, the Knightess would forever recall the dazed look in her beloved god's eyes when she finally pulled away. The longing for more. More than her inevitable death, the fact she could not fulfill that longing would haunt her. A perfect punishment for her heresy, of planting her wretched lips upon the carved marble of the Darkmoon 's lips.

[sundayfoxx]

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Chapter 6 of HOT TO GO! is out. Happy Mother's day :) surely nothing bad will happen at Victoria's family dinner...