Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



PositronicWoman
@PositronicWoman

we know sapphic knight x princess ships, we love sapphic knight x princess ships, the dynamic is unimpeachable. HOWEVER.

to spice things up might i suggest, submitted for your approval: introducing a jester character. princess x jester. knight x jester. knight vs jester. princess/knight/jester love triangle. princess/knight/jester throuples.

if we wish to maintain sapphic knight x princess ships for longer than the forseeable future we must write responsibly and focus on innovation such that we may sustain the dynamic for years to come.



caffeinatedOtter
@caffeinatedOtter

Mainbrace turns the corner into the dairy aisle, hunched over to rest folded arms on the trolley handle, and halts abruptly enough for the cart to clatter sideways into the shelves.

The Woman Also Known As Nocebo, up on tiptoes fetching something down from the chiller, glances sideways, does a double take, and curls in on herself, clutching a carton of chocolate milk to her chest.

Mainbrace takes a deep breath, straightens up, grips the trolley handle hard, and marches up to her.

"Oh, come on," Nocebo says, sounding strained and exhausted. "You got the Asian place! I get to keep this one!"

"What," Mainbrace says, bristling.

"I've been pissing blood all week," Nocebo says. "I'm between doctors I can go to without talking about the unmistakeable fucking bootprint over my kidney, because one of you guys dropped a building on my last one. I'm just — I want chocolate milk. Fuck you."

"I'm not carving up who gets what like negotiating a goddamn highschool breakup—" Mainbrace starts, and sways back, cringing away from the tears welling in Nocebo's eyes.

"Fuck you," Nocebo mutters. "You wanna fight? You wanna fight?"

Mainbrace glares at the semi-skim. "I heard the Feds have been looking for a guy called Harper with an illegal clinic down by the harbour somewhere," she says through her teeth.

"Yeah, because he'll fucking stungun you, sell your organs on the black market, and have what's left dumped out at sea in the time it takes to steep a pot of cold brew," Nocebo says, "are you fucking kidding."

"Well, I don't know about vetting illegal doctors," Mainbrace snaps. "Just — fuck off with your chocolate milk, then!"

She keeps glowering into the chiller, the silence stretching, until Nocebo says more quietly, "Okay, well, guess I'll owe you another tipoff—"

"No." Mainbrace whips her head round to hiss at the villain, rattling the cart in frustration. "We're not friends or allies or — or anything, we don't have an arrangement here, we don't — we don't trust each other, we're not — just take your milk and fuck off. Fuck off."

Nocebo looks at Mainbrace, purses her lips, and gives a clipped nod. She takes a stiff little step, and her eyes flicker to Mainbrace's shopping.

"Criticise my food choices again and I'll ram the cart into your kidney," Mainbrace says, waits for Nocebo to limp all the way out of sight and earshot and hopefully the entire store, then stomps back to the produce aisle, nauseous with resentment, to buy enough vegetables to regain the moral high ground.