1. Got more to do, but reached a good stopping point and things seem to be working.
    Dismiss Notice

Femslash February!

Discussion in 'Make It So' started by Jean, Feb 1, 2018.

  1. Aondeug

    Aondeug Ferdinand von Aegir

    • Winner x 2
  2. Jean

    Jean Let’s stop procrastinating -- tomorrow!

    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.)
    upload_2018-2-10_14-34-7.jpeg
     
    • Winner x 2
  3. Acey

    Acey screeching tires, but never a collision

    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.
     
    Last edited: Feb 12, 2018
    • Like x 1
  4. Acey

    Acey screeching tires, but never a collision

    EVEN FUCKING MORE! PearlRose (well, past PearlRose), canon-compliant, angst, all-ages.
     
    • Like x 1
  5. Aondeug

    Aondeug Ferdinand von Aegir

    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.
     
    Last edited: Feb 22, 2018
    • Winner x 2
    • Like x 1
  6. Jean

    Jean Let’s stop procrastinating -- tomorrow!

    I started these in february, it totally counts.
    upload_2018-3-10_12-35-40.jpeg
    top one is me, bottom one is my moirail
    upload_2018-3-10_12-36-58.jpeg
    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.
     
    • Winner x 1
  7. Acey

    Acey screeching tires, but never a collision

    Man, I need to finish that one fic I started in February...
     
    • Like x 1
  8. Ihasa

    Ihasa Active Member

    Have some ladies!
    jadenep.jpg
     
    • Winner x 2
    • Like x 1
  9. Jean

    Jean Let’s stop procrastinating -- tomorrow!

    Daja Kisubo of the Circle of Magic extended series x Tenten from Naruto! Pretty sketchy.
    [​IMG]
    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.)
     
    Last edited: Feb 2, 2019
    • Winner x 3
  10. Acey

    Acey screeching tires, but never a collision

    OH FUCK I FORGOT IT WAS FEBRUARY TIME TO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
     
    • Agree x 1
  11. Aondeug

    Aondeug Ferdinand von Aegir

    it is time to flood the world with fucking poem fanfic again
     
    • Winner x 4
  12. Aondeug

    Aondeug Ferdinand von Aegir

    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.
     
    • Winner x 3
  13. Jean

    Jean Let’s stop procrastinating -- tomorrow!

    Ginny/Luna!
    [​IMG]
    Can't seem to do anything but rough sketches recently.
     
    • Winner x 1
  14. Ihasa

    Ihasa Active Member

    Did some headshots so I could figure out angles for an alphyne smooch undyne.jpg undyne profile.jpg al.jpg al 2.jpg
     
    • Winner x 3
  15. Aondeug

    Aondeug Ferdinand von Aegir

    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.
     
    Last edited: Feb 4, 2019
    • Winner x 3
  16. Aondeug

    Aondeug Ferdinand von Aegir

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

    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.
     
    Last edited: Feb 4, 2019
    • Winner x 3
  17. Aondeug

    Aondeug Ferdinand von Aegir

    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?
     
    • Winner x 2
  18. Jean

    Jean Let’s stop procrastinating -- tomorrow!

    AC: :33< *the huntress stalks her purrey*
    Jade is trying to get food here, jeez Nep!!
    Nepeta/Jade!
    [​IMG]
    Everything I draw is so sketchy recently... :/
     
    • Winner x 1
  19. Acey

    Acey screeching tires, but never a collision

    • Winner x 1
  20. Jean

    Jean Let’s stop procrastinating -- tomorrow!

    I only sort of know who those characters are, but damn that's cute.
     
    • Winner x 1
  1. This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
    By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.
    Dismiss Notice