Femslash February!

I am playing catchup but I'll be doing a poem for each prompt. I have two typed up and a third ready to be typed. Behold...

• Nier: Automata's 6O having a crush on 2B.
• Force of Will Fiethsing/Zero NOW WITH VAMPIRES.

 

Kinda rushed Ino/Sakura watercolor, because I will always be disappointed that they didn't end up together. (Well, I guess that's what fanfiction's for.)

Spoiler: bigish

 

Spoiler: nsfw 18+

Another! Pearlmethyst PWP, containing shitty locker room sex during prom, clothing kink, light choking, fingering, eatin' pussy, and Pearl and Amethyst being a couple of dipshits and not getting to the actual sex part until like midway through the fic.

 

EVEN FUCKING MORE! PearlRose (well, past PearlRose), canon-compliant, angst, all-ages.

 

Got up to prompt number 8 done. Going to do two more poems today and then try for another five tomorrow, so I can finally be caught up. After I get all that done I'll work on typing the things up and getting the posted. For now know that my current ships list includes...

1. 2B/60 from Nier: Automata
2. Fiethsing/Zero from Force of Will TCG
3. Brier<>Jame from The Chronicles of the Kencyrath
4. MORE FEEZEE
5. Rom, the Vacuous Spider/Ebrietas, Daughter of the Cosmos from Bloodborne
6. Zelda/Urbosa from Breath of the Wild
7. Android 18<3<Android 21 from Dragon Ball
8. Mae/Bea from Night in the Woods
9. Rue/Brier from The Chronicles of the Kencyrath
10. Marisa/Alice from The Touhou Project
11. Remilia/Sakuya from The Touhou Project
12. The Handmaid<3The Dolorosa from Homestuck
13. Hermione/Luna from Harry Potter
    
14. Rei/Usagi from Sailor Moon
15. Jame/Jamethiel Dreamweaver from The Chronicles of the Kencyrath

EDIT: ONE MORE BITCHES

MORE EDIT: WE ARE DONE FOR TODAY BITCHES

EVEN MORE EDIT: SO I FAILED BECAUSE I GOT SICK AND SHIT BUT I AM BACK TO WORK. UP TO DAY 17 NOW.

 

I started these in february, it totally counts.

Spoiler: moirailegence

top one is me, bottom one is my moirail

Spoiler: urban fantasy detective noir cover sketch

Top: Natalia Acosta, werewolf, underground fighter, accused of murder.
Bottom left: Clair de Lune, all around badass, Natalia's lawyer; bottom right: Elizabeth Thompson, private detective under the name Edward Temple, Clair de Lune's what-are-we-even.
Not pictured: Martha Tam, shady weapons dealer, bar owner, and landlord; Natalia's partner of ten years.

 

Man, I need to finish that one fic I started in February...

 

Have some ladies!

 

Daja Kisubo of the Circle of Magic extended series x Tenten from Naruto! Pretty sketchy.

Spoiler

In which Tenten crushes on Daja, and no wonder.
(Daja's magic lets her handle hot metal barehanded, if you're wondering why she doesn't have gloves.)

 

OH FUCK I FORGOT IT WAS FEBRUARY TIME TO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS

 

it is time to flood the world with fucking poem fanfic again

 

A poem for Zero/Fieth from FoW for Day 1's prompt of 'Opposites':

Proud.
She stands tall in spirit
if not in stature.
She sports a crooked grin
as she tramps right into danger
whatever the situation
singing out a shining song
of hope and of freedom.
Nary a care crosses her,
so it seems to those who watch
as the winds whip by her
clearing away those who'd hurt
and clearing away all our fears.
That's the Holy Wind Sage.
That's Fiethsing.

Stone.
That is the appearance she gives,
both in mood and in form.
She smiles, yes, but slight
and only in select moments.
Sooner than that you'd see a glare
and a lecture right with it,
and yet as the night falls
and the hopes of all with it,
she puts on a face, cocky and brave,
and laughs in the face of evil
as light cracks from the skies,
hiding the thorned chains that bind
both herself and her foes souls.
That's the Flashing Mage Warrior.
That's Zero.

Two women
so far apart in mood
and in method,
yet each cling to the other
to find what they themselves lack.
A sense of restraint,
a sense of freedom.
A sense of fury,
a sense of joy.
A sense of home,
a sense of journey.
For this and for more
they cling to the other
and that is them,
the mothers of the Moon and Time.

 

Ginny/Luna!

Spoiler

Can't seem to do anything but rough sketches recently.

 

Did some headshots so I could figure out angles for an alphyne smooch

 

A Zero/Fieth piece for the third day's prompt "Lost":

With the stones came might,
Might enough to protect the world,
Enough to hold together the barrier
And with it the fabric of Re-Earth itself.

More came with those stones, though.

There came the whispers of a world,
The words of the lost voices
From a time beyond and apart
From a world she never knew, or could.

In those whispers was the weight of despair.

With the barrier’s fall was fear
And a young girl clad in red
Revealed to be the lie of lies
And herald in the coming end.

The hood concealed tentacles concealing truth.

The truth of how pointless her efforts were,
How that struggle merely prolonged the end
And hastened an even worse end
That no one woman could ever hope to stop.

So why fight the dark when one can use it for mercy?

With that wish for leniency, for relief,
A dark desire followed close behind
And the guardian was set adrift, afloat,
A knight lost seeking to quell all sound.

Hope was lost then and sanity followed with.

A hidden darkness was finally brought forth
Revealed to this and to her at last,
A truth with on which coming fate would hang
And a truth that ran red with Nothing.

Anxiety filled her heats and theirs both.

With the fall of the sword’s blade
Came the release of a death more than death,
A void, null and total beyond knowing,
From which none can ever hope to return.

The winds though? They always return.

On the breeze rang words of hope,
Hateful for her to hear right then,
As they were but the boasting lies
Of a damned fool hid from history.

That the hiding they agreed on was far away.

With the winds rapturous songs
Came a fury deeper than she’d known,
A hate for that face and that voice
And for the will she was losing right then.

Yet the winds, they never hate and they never mourn.

The breeze did bear harsh words, though,
Of disappointment at what winds heard and saw,
The fall of one once so brilliant, so bright,
The world’s former bulwark, a partner held dear.

But pride cannot soothe fears nor save souls.

With that disappointment came a dread promise
To tear her down if the need be
And to bring an end to it all,
Both the warrior and her worries.
Lost at sea, suicide seems almost salvation.

Light red, light of the dead and of despair,
Leaked forth from her and ripped the skies
And raised up phantoms upon phantoms,
An endless army marching to madness, to death.

The winds never balk at light, though, nor dark.

With those winds came a freedom
Born in gales that ripped and tore
Dragging both her and the army down, down
And still she fought on and ever on.

To save even the winds from the pain of life for love.

One final effort put forth, former gate guard,
Throwing her all into the Nothing that is
Seeking either to force the winds to bow
Or to be freed by them through death itself.

Further lost she was at hearing the wind’s mocking cry.

With a cry and a step came a single spell
That ended the fight right there, right then,
By bringing her down low with one gust
That led to ten thousand more, the custom of elves.

The shadows were scattered and all was lost.

To the floor she fell, further into despair too,
And she looked up into the winds to plead
And she asked to the winds to keep the promise
And she begged to know if she was truly lost.

The winds declared her lost, yet the winds moved not.

With a grin, the breeze boasted loud and bright,
Declaring her both the lost and a fool
For when has the wind ever kept a promise,
Was that not her favorite retort?

Where does one drift then, when even despair is adrift?

She begged, she cried, to be let free from it
And the winds would not do it
So she and and she demanded for another truth,
To know what else she could do when she lost herself.

“You can always find a new hope, Zero, always.”

And with a laugh the winds dispersed,
And with the winds went her fears too.

 

This time it's a Touhou poem. For Kaguya<3<Mokou and the "Cafe" prompt:

Spoiler: Mentions of blood and bodily harm

She stumbles into the cafe at night
half dead
literally
and plops herself down
into a western styled seat
in a western styled establishment.
The mountain goddess made it?
She thinks on that
as she wipes the blood from her nose
right with her right hand
with nary a care
for old taboos.

It's a western styled establishment anyway,
and what do they care for the taboos?
Just look at the vampire.

As she's looking at it,
examining the red smear with something like fondness
a timid "Um..." tumbles out
pulling her from the reverie
and she looks up to find a worker there,
though not a waitress
she doesn't look it.
Not a menu, not at all.
She stares the girl dead on,
silent, confused,
until the poor girl asks
(pleads really)
if she'd like to stand in line
to order a drink.
You know, some coffee or tea.

A loud huff
and pops a shoulder back into place
before she stands up
giving a quick sorry
as sincere as she can make it
after all these years
and she stomps on off to the line
knowing in her head
that she's left dirt
and she's left blood
on the floor, on the seat
and probably that table too.

Not even a western place would like that,
not even the vampire.

She would like the menu though
full of words
with too many e's and these little marks
right about those e's
that can't bother to learn.
Immortals, the true sort,
they've more important things to mind.

Coffee.

A size?

She gestures with her hands
not sure how to say the words up there
--"Small?" and a nod--
and notes that a finger's broken.
Two. Three, even.
Too many anyway.
Like her teeth,
come to think of it.

That damned girl,
the exiled bitch,
she kicked them in, she did,
right there that night
and with a grin on her face
at having been the victor this time.
Give her some time though
and she'll rip the whore limb from limb,
leave her for the doctor to fix
(if she's feeling nice).

She feels
Alive
More alive than normal
though she's half-dead.
Bullets in the skies,
nails upon flesh,
swears in throats
and an insult a millennia old.

Life.

"Miss?"

She pays
sudden patter of coins on a counter
and she leans against a wall
wordless, waiting
for a drink,
for a warmth
that's almost like hands
but not quite.

She'd felt them earlier,
she'd remembered them later.

Those hands
closed around her throat.
Those hands,
ground into the pavement.
Delicate,
beautiful
a pair she remembers better than her own name.

Her drink, the call for it,
it pulls her back and away
from those hands,
her hands
and she takes the cup
and she notes the warmth
that's almost like hands but not quite
and she notes the bruises on her own.
Patchwork patterns,
a temporal art piece of hurt and hate
that'll fade with time
both from her body and her mind.

But right now as she admires it
she laughs loud
and curses the exiled moon princess once more.

Next time she'll kill her.
Next time she'll kiss her.

 

A SakuRemi piece for the "Sharp" prompt:

Get that knife up nice and close,
right against her throat
deep in the night
as the daybreak approaches.

It's sharp isn't it?
Of course, of course.
Would Clever Jack be so dense
as to not sharpen the blade
when a hunt comes by?

Rest the blade
against that flesh, so pale.
You'd think her dead already --
and it is, really.

Just one cut,
that's all it'd take, all it will.
Pull back the hand slow
and let the silver do its job
and burn the flesh away, and the sin.

But Jack's hand?
It's stayed and her heart right with
as she looks on down
at that girl as the daybreak approaches.

She'd never faltered before.
No, not ever, not once in a hunt.
Not when the prey was demons,
not even when it was man.
Tonight though, Jack can't work his art.

Got herself a scarf, she did,
right on Christmas Day
and you'd think her normal,
you'd think her human with that gift.

How can one hunt what treats them right?

 

AC: :33< *the huntress stalks her purrey*
Jade is trying to get food here, jeez Nep!!
Nepeta/Jade!

Spoiler

Everything I draw is so sketchy recently... :/

 

Forgot to link to it, but here's a lil Amedot one-shot! The prompt, courtesy of @Deresto, was cute domestic stuff about the two. c:

 

I only sort of know who those characters are, but damn that's cute.