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gynii · 4 months
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Gynii my beloved mutual gynii.. can I see the baby (Michael_B) please and you're the best.. <3
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To make up for how late this is, a bonus tubbo with your michael_b <3 (also youre the best!!)
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kikker-oma · 8 months
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Hello! I was wondering if I could request something. (Your art is beautiful and Ilysm)
So what if there’s an instance in battle where it’s best that four splits? Let’s say…time and twilight are exhausted and terribly hurt so Four splits and each color surrounds them on every side to protect them while they try to heal each other?
Thank you! 💜
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HUZZAH!
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apollogies-p · 7 days
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Prompt: Missed Target
This is beyond late, but it's my first time participating in toapril sooo 😭 (this is literally based on the first prompt, and I'm barely now doing it-)
If this seems unfinished, it's because it is!! This seems like a good place to end it for this prompt, but the next one is going to centered around another prompt!! (Also ik this is like vaguely following the prompt, but I promise the next part will be better 😭😭🙏🙏)
@toapril-official
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Every story he was told had a great hero, strong and king, yet always flawed, and it was those flaws that were their downfall. He thinks that those stories are only told to enforce fear into mortals, a clear message to never challenge a god's lest, you know the consequences.
But he wasn't a regular mortal, was he? It was evident in the way the nymphs looked him, both terrified and awed.
Besides, he wasn't stupid, hushed arguments between his father and father's sister left little to the imagination.
But then, if he wasn't a regular mortal, then what was he?
All these thoughts crammed in his mind made practicing ten times harder, not that he was any good anyways-
Nock. Draw. Loose.
The arrow was too fast for his eyes to comprehend, but he was certain he had that time. His posture was perfect, and his archers point has never been better-
Thwack!
His arrow was embedded in the boss of the target. No where near its intended target.
"Chiron-"
The frustrated scream ripped that through his throat had him sliding off his arm guard and throwing his bow across the grass.
"What's the point!?" Whipping his head towards his father, his eyes drank up the sight of his tied up gold hair and his stupidly perfect bow, all golden and shiny and just perfect.
And he hated it. He hated how perfect Apollo was, how he always managed to read Chiron like an open book.
"Oh, Chiron, everything will be okay. You just need more practice; you've only been at this for three weeks, my dear centaur."
His father was on his knees, something he always he whenever he wanted Chiron to listen. His eyes swarming with pity and Chiron hated it, he was so angry and the tears that welled up in his eyes only made him angrier.
"Don't call me that, I'm not a baby anymore."
The soft chuckle from his father partnered with the fond look in his eyes made Chiron's stomach curl, "No I suppose you're not but you are just eleven. You know, most normal eleven year old mortal boys go out and play in the sun, they don't spend hours practicing archery like you do."
"But I'm not a normal mortal boy, am I Lord Apollo!? For Hades' sake I'm not even your son!"
Chiron regretted it the moment the words left his lips but he already did it, he couldn't go back. He can't backpeddle now and he's just so angry.
But Apollo loves you, and you know it. You don't deserve the attention of an Olympian, you're a spoiled little foal that got too used to being pampered and now there's no turning back-
"Chiron?"
His father's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he carefully opened his eyes. (When did he close them?)
Chiron couldn't stand the worried look etched on his father's face. Apollo prided himself in his youth and with his furrowed brows and the deep frown lines, he looked older than he ever let himself look.
He took a step back, then another, until his father's face was no longer close to his.
"Chiron? I'm not angry I promise you!" A soft sigh and father was no longer kneeling, "I'm sorry I never told you but, but I was scared- I was worried." Apollo's careful steps forward led to Chiron's careful steps backward and it was like they were dancing, maybe they always were, they've been dancing around this subject for a decade.
"I found you Chiron. You were just a few weeks old and I couldn't stand to leave you in the mercy of Echidna's children that lurk in the night." This, Chiron knew and father knows that so why is he repeating it?
Another sigh escaped his father, this one unsteady and tired, "You're Kronos's son, Chiron."
It felt like Lord Poseidon himself sent wave after wave to drown him. His knees buckled, but his father was there in an instant to cradle him on the grassy plain.
"I know this is hard Chiron but I promise you this has never, not ever changed the way I love you." Warm hand cupped his face and the blurry figure that was his father met his eyes. "You are my son. No one will ever change that."
Chiron wanted to believe him. He really, really did but the anger in his stomach raged on and his father's comforting words did nothing but smother them in guilt.
"No." With gentle hands, he pushed his father away, but the god wouldn't budge. "No!" Using his front legs, he kicked at Apollo's chest (ignoring the pained wheeze that came from his father), and with (much) effort, he brought himself to his feet.
"No! You lied to me. You were," Chiron licked his lips, the realization left his mouth dry. "You were scared of me! Did you just, did you just assume that I'd hurt you or Lady Artemis or- or Lady Persephone?! Just because of who my father is?!" Hot tears ran down his face, and he couldn't be bothered to wipe them. His pain brought Apollo pain, and that's all Chiron wanted.
"I hate you! I hate you! IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou-" choking in own tears and mucus, he turned around and ran. He ran straight into the dense forests surrounding their little clearing.
"Chiron! Chiron!" His father's voice was nothing but a whisper now.
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symphonicdemise · 15 days
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Starter for @concedoxnulli
It wasn't often that the Peaceful Tyranny had to stop for resupply. They always made sure stocks were full for at lease a quarter of a century before they'd have to find a mech-friendly planet.
This was one of those rare instances. The DJD treated it like a small vacation, spending a few days docked planet-side. It gave them all the opportunity to do as they pleased, pick up any personal things they needed. This was the last day they'd be here, off to travel deep space again to find their quarry.
Tarn sent a quick ping to his team that he would be returning to the ship for the evening, but wouldn't be leaving until morning, and that they were welcome to enjoy the nightlife of the planet until sunrise.
He returned to their flagship, entering through the ramp. He went to the bridge, ensuring fuel levels were adaquate enough to last while they traveled. Once he was satisfied, he retired to his office. The sound system in his office turned on at his will. Soft music filled the air, an old Tarnian hymn. He sat at his desk, picking up a datapad, starting his report to Megatron. This was his own form of relaxation, keeping reports and enjoying music.
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starrayblogs · 8 months
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the journey through this age
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a/n: okay, i'm going to start off with saying sorry for taking so long to update T-T. i swear, i was writing, I SWEAR- it's just i've been busy with school, having two breakdowns per week, and having the worst writers block like EVER- ALSO!! likes and reblogs are appreciated hehe
another a/n: also, i've decided to change the format for these posts! i just realized that some chapters will go past the tumblr post limit, so i'll only be posting the chapter summary and the ao3 link to the story :3
lmk sun wukong | monkey king x gn!reader
chapter 4
✩ previous chapter
“So… Did anything happen with you today?” Monkey King asks, taking a bite of his peach. You immediately remember your day and set down your snacks on the coffee table, a bright smile across your lips.
You turn yourself on the couch to fully face Monkey King, crossing your legs as you begin to talk about your day and Helios. You’re so happy to talk about your new cat friend that you miss the way Monkey King stops eating his peach.
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selfawarecobalt · 3 months
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Heyy i was wondering if u got any fraxus fic recs?
OKAY OKAY IVE FINALLY GOT IT
im so sorry this took me like 2 months to answer i have issues
also just to preface this: i am aroace so theres defo gonna be some bias here lol (literally most of these are whump)
also also: apologies for the terrible descriptions, im slightly stoned and a terrible writer, i am not NEARLY doing these fics justice
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48270481 ROCK BAND AU I LOVE YOU (seriously, hugely recommend any of Eryiss’ stuff, absolutely incredible author)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42626181 I’ll forever be a sucker for any sicfic and domestic setting
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16653865/chapters/39048235 THIS. this is classic literature to me. i remember this coming out like it was yesterday and it is a HUGE reason why Pirate freed is so dear to me
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38870499 5+1 things <3 also freed being a responsible king. braincell owner. iconic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37492243 FREED BEING IRRESPONSIBLE I LOVE YOU (also some VERY good levy here)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23014816/chapters/55029376 this one lives in my head rent free. anything set during the battle of fairy tail is SO precious to me. also HUGE fan of laxus’ characterisation in this one, you can really feel the struggle
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19832980 POWER COUPLE FR
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16543964/chapters/38758559 THIS FIC. THIS FUCKING FIC. genuinely lives in my head forever and ever. this one genuinely shaped me when it first came out. im a sucker for any freed backstory that shows off just how powerful he is, and you can really feel the connection between him and laxus
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17877200 i believe, as they say; “HUBBA HUBBA AWOOGA”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17683478 MORE👏POWEHOUSE👏FREED👏 also the idea of him being able to recognise laxus’ voice when hes unable to recognise anyone elses is so,,,,,
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16563164 ohhhhhh this one will ruin you (said with nothing but love)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16563296 literally lived in my brain for years. i love you laxus being able to read freed even when noone else can
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16709374/chapters/39189871 THIS ONE. some SUBLIME freed whump and some REALLY good fraxus interactions
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15337278 more freed whump, focusing on his hands. some real good fraxus interactions too
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8885776 Always a sucker for a domestic fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8265161/chapters/18936167 An old favourite- its always funny seein the thunder legion drunk off their asses
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5874232 Drunk Freed again- I’m absolutely obsessed with canas personality in this one too
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16561601 TEACHER AU obsessed with their dynamic in this one
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1865388 this ones pretty old but i was OBSESSED with when it came out. still think of this whenever i smell cigs
there are absolutely many that i’ve forgotten but apparently im incapable of adding em since this alone took me a month and a half lol
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indigopoptart · 5 months
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Quick Post! A comm i did for a friend! @chocolix76
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ft some other variants (and the og scrapped😭)
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im glad u like it😭 tqm bro!!
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bookofbonbon · 1 year
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“Forget-me-not” 💐 Osferth
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Pairing: Osferth x Reader.
Description: Upon his return, before the sun had broken across the sky. When the birds had already risen but, while the village people still slept. Deep in the meadow, down by the marsh, amongst the reeds is where one could find the battle-worn monk, Osferth, wading through murky waters, where the wildflowers grew rampant, gathering only the small, five-petalled flowers.
“Forget me not as you march into battle,” she would push the five-petalled flowers into his hand as a reminder of her, for war would take her Osferth from her for months at a time. “Come back to me.”
With dampened feet, a bruised body and hollow heart, Osferth would return to her with the five-petalled flowers in hand, only he could not give them to her as she did, him but, instead would lay them on a bed of newly grown grass.
“I have come back,” Osferth would whisper to the cold earth, to the post carved with her name. “I have not forgotten you, my love.”
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roguelov · 7 months
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sorry to hear about your horny jail time dude! i hope you get busted out soon 😫 but in the meantime! i recently realized that a great gatsby au (since the great gatsby movie from 2014 is one of my fav guilty pleasures) where morpheus as gatsby and maybe reader as daisy would slap so hard?? morpheus would absolutely be the type to throw huge stupid lavish parties waiting for just ONE person to show up 😭 plus the 1920s new money aesthetic is something i would DIE to see on him tbh
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You are speaking straight to my soul
Dream who spotted you in the Dreaming, and fell in love you in an instant. So, he started having all these lavish parties to get your attention
In an extravagant castle, music thrummed off in the distance. People cheered and sang in tune. Curious, you allowed yourself to be pulled in by the chaos. You swerved through corridors, listening as the music grew and grew.
It all lead to a double door. Your heart pumped feverishly along with the heavy beat of the music. You slowly pushed it opened to reveal a wild party. The doors opened atop of a grand staircase leading down to a sea of people singing, dancing, and laughing. Drinks flowed. Outfits twirled. People lived wholeheartedly in this moment, and completely let loose.
It was insane, magical, and absolutely captivating.
However, your eyes quickly locked to a lone man in the center of the chaos. His black hair slicked back, wearing a pristine black suit. A single ruby earring dangled from his ear catching in the sparkling light of a massive chandler above. His eyes instantly connected with yours. A smile ghosted over his lips.
Bashful, you tore your eyes away wanting to see everything. Such chaos, but you enjoyed it immensely. So many happy faces. When you glanced back, hoping to see the mysterious man, he was gone. You frowned slightly. Who was he?
“Welcome, my dear.”
Your heart lurched at the smooth rumble of a voice. You whipped your head to find the strange man directly next to you. You gasped. He was even more beautiful closer.
“Hi,” you breathed out. You were sucked into his dazzling blue eyes. They were oceans ready to swallow you up. You glanced away back to the crowd below. “What is all of this?”
“A party,” he hummed.
“I can see that,” you jokingly said.
“In your honor.”
You looked back at him wide eyed. “My honor? Why?”
He tilted his head as a smile graced over his lips. “Why not?”
You gawked at him, feeling your cheeks flush.
His eyes scanned over you. “A wondrous party for a wondrous person.”
“Oh.”
It was all you could say. It was all for you? It was unreal.
He extended out a hand, “Would you care to join me?”
Your eyes fell to his waiting palm, then back over to the sea of people. You locked eyes with him. He was silently pleading for you to accept, so why would you deny him? Especially if it was all for you.
Your hand slid into his. “Of course.”
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anony-mouse-writer · 1 year
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INTRODUCING THE CREW!
Smajor: An accomplished doctor from high society, he is primarily a skilled surgeon, but is trained in a variety of medical fields. Often described as a bit cold by his patients, he is nonetheless a long time and valued member of the saints expedition teams.
Mythical: Sn expert in geography and wildlife with a lifetime of globetrotting experience. The older and estranged cousin of the twins, he met them after starting the Saints Expeditions and shortly invited them on. He and Pearl used to adventure together on occasion, exploring lost secrets and ancient ruins. He has a preternatural sense of danger and occasionally seems to know things he oughtn’t. Though he’s never asked Pearl what happened on her last expedition or why she retired, she thinks he may have an idea anyways.
Pearl: The wealthy patron of a dubiously legal band of explorers known as the Saints Expedition teams. She is an ex adventurer and a champion fencer and fighter. Though she herself cannot go, for mysterious and definitely-not-at-all-magical reasons, she often sends her teams on adventures around the globe searching for strange tales and stranger artifacts.
Pixlriffs: An archeologist and historian with a fascination in magics. He met Joel during their undergrad and they became friends through long study nights and early coffee cram sessions. When Joel found the Phantom Journal, he became fascinated to the point of obsession and has been trying to get funding for an expedition to find Aquatis since.
Joel: An expert in ancient architecture and longsuffering friend of pixlriffs’ “magic” theories. During his studies of ancient architecture, he found an old tome by some pretentious idiot called ‘Phantom’ with several architectural designs that didnt match with any known peoples or locations. Showing Pixlriffs did mean he had a partner to learn the language with so he could study the book more, but it did unfortunately mean he was subjected to literal years of his friend’s obsession with magics. Of course that doesnt mean he doesnt also want to find these lost buildings, no matter what the university’s stuffed shirts and coin counters say.
Katherine Elizabeth: A chef and semi retired bounty hunter. She joined the Aquatis expedition for an adventure. Katherine knows just about every flower there is to know and their uses. She carries a frankly alarming amount of seeds on her person along with a few of the ‘heads’ of her favorite bounties (they’re just masks). Though she has hundreds of bounties to her name, she now prefers peaceful resolutions in her ‘retirement’
Shelby: A communications expert with a mysterious tragic past. Since joining the Saints Expeditions, she’s created her own system of communication devices she calls ‘hounds’ which can be used to find and send encrypted limited communique to anyone in possession of one. She keeps trying to get Katherine to add mushrooms to the menu, but has yet to succeed.
Joey: An assassin and treasure hunter with an old legacy. Unbeknownst to the rst of the Saints Expeditions, his family once were priests at the elemental temples before the fall of Aquatis and the gradual decline of magic. They have spent several generations accumulating wealth and power- political and magical- in order to revive the temples. He has an uncanny knack with lizards and may or may not have a pet caiman depending who you ask.
Xornoth: An ex military combat specialist and tactician with a menacing grin. The secret child of a rich man’s affair, Xornoth was raised by their mother alone and joined the military as soon as they were able. After being discharged, they took up private contracting under various clients before being hired by Saints Expeditions.
part 1 | sir strawberry
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nonbinarycringe404 · 1 year
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:)
@frenchiefitzhere
You know what time it is
Ok so this bro was chillin right?
And then this deamon named regulus gained heart eyes awooga twirled his hair kicked his feet and became obsessed with them right?
Well then whip nae nae
He went to jail
Broke out
Beat tf outta another demon (cough warden cough)
And ran back to his "lover"
Despite having their memories motified Reggie boi paralyzed them in bed, basically cut em off from their boo thang and made them remember who he was
Great guy fr.
*crickets*
After months of just
That
Reggie takes became a demon and is now motifying their memories so they have him and only him
Are they gonna be good?
Find out next time at cringe 404 podcast
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Ghosty <3
@angelcactus @konnorhasapen @damnknoxandothernonsense @atlasaddons @gavinsdeviant @supermegapisslord @star-sheeps @frenchiefitzhere @zozosrandomthings @pinksparkl @morgansplace @izzuku
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duhsty1 · 10 months
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SECOND ARTFIGHT ATTACK WAHOOOOO @chaireem
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I am loving all the vamp sonas I'm collecting them
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tongue---tied · 4 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dwarf (UK TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dave Lister & Arnold Rimmer Characters: Dave Lister, Arnold Rimmer, The Cat (Red Dwarf), Kryten (Red Dwarf), Holly (mentioned) Additional Tags: Red Dwarfcember, Prompt 1: Decorations, Christmas, Christmas Decorations, Decorating the tree gone wrong, Panic Attacks, autistic shutdown, Autistic Arnold Rimmer, Soft-Light Arnold Rimmer, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Its one of the rare times Rimmer accepts Lister’s help and Lister is nice to him, so maybe slightly ooc idk T-T, screen-reader friendly Summary:
Part of the 2023 Red Dwarfcember collaborative writing project. Rimmer has plans for decorating, everything goes wrong, panic attack/autistic shutdown ensues. (It’s left up to interpretation). Set sometime inbetween S2 and S3.
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damiandie · 7 months
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Hello!
I would like to state that I enjoy your blog very much, not only because you have me on it but also because Damian is quite a—should we say—“silly billy”. A “skrunkly” if you will. A sweet vampire man that I would like to know.
— Dr. Up and Adam DeSantis
@/therapy-can-be-hell
My honest reaction
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giggling and kicking my feet
Also drew a little picture 4u ♡
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herbeloveve · 23 days
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hello!! I’ve seen you post a lot about the idea that butch and femme relationships come with roles that both butches and femmes have to fulfill, and thought off the top of my head that you might be a reliable person to ask to elaborate slightly on that concept? Like, what defines these “roles” and how are people meant to interact with them?
I feel I may fit into one of these categories, however I am relatively “newly liberated” in my self expression so I havent really navigated either one. That’s mostly irrelevant, but just for context in case it helps. I’m fully aware you’re most likely not a walking historical database so if you’re not up to answering, (obviously) absolutely no pressure!! It seems to be a very important aspect of femme/butch identity that’s being erased to an extent by modern discourse and expression, and I don’t want to solidify my external identity in a way that participated in that kind of erasure. Though, again, feel free to ignore this completely.
Cheers!
it has been way too long and i am so sorry for not answering this sooner, i really wanted to get this Right, yknow?
First of all, I just want to say thank you for coming to me about this, I feel very honoured that you trust me with your questions — with that being said I feel it is important for me to tell you that I’ve only identified with the femme role for around 3 years. I by no means consider myself a ‘baby femme’ but in terms of longevity, I am still new and learning and coming to terms with what femme means and what it means to identify with that role. Alongside this, I recognise that butch/femme is not necessarily lesbian-exclusive, though I am coming at this through the lens of being a lesbian myself.
Another thing- this might get long, and I may also come back to add anything I think of later, so if you would ever like to DM me, please feel free. 🩷
For ease, I will be referring to butch-femme as BF. 
While there are no criteria in terms of set ‘rules’ for being butch or femme, there are general ideals and roles that are typical within BF relationships and their respective individual identities. Not only that, when experiencing these roles and living them, they’re not supposed to feel restrictive; and they do feel that way, then these labels might not be for you- which is okay, but I’ve recently seen a lot of comments suggesting that BF culture is restrictive and doesn’t feel freeing. This isn’t the case for those who are BF- I found such freedom when I learned and grew into the femme identity- and I know this is the case for the majority of butches and femmes I see online. 
I wish I could find the full quote, but I once saw someone refer to butches as being ‘the helpful one’. Which, in my opinion, is absolutely true– to me it feels adjacent and much alike to the concept of butch chivalry! 
". . . a butch is someone who has taken on the best gendered characteristics of both woman and man, left a lot of the stuff born of misogyny and heterosexism behind, and walked forward into the world without apology." – S. Bear Bergman, "Butch Is a Noun"
I am femme. I find comfort in butch lesbians and protecting them. I love being on my butch’s arm. I love being confusing to cis and straight people because they look at me and don’t understand me. Exploring my femininity through being femme has brought liberation in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I think a big misconception about BF identities is that only butches can fall into ‘gender non-conforming’ and femmes only fall into it because of their relationship with butches, this can be the case for some femmes but, certainly not all. While femmes are typically feminine presenting, we can and are still be gnc, non-binary, trans, etc. Many femmes will present feminine, but it is often a different kind of feminine and one that is rooted in their gender and sexuality– we will choose not to shave our armpits or legs while wearing our skirts and dresses. Femme is exaggerated and rooted in queerness and LGBT identity.  
You are right, in saying important aspects of BF culture have seemed to be erased; I don’t know if this is solely due to modern discourse, but I feel a part of this is a lack of BF-specific spaces. I find this, especially in smaller cities and areas where BF culture - and lesbian subcultures as a whole - are virtually non-existent. For example, my country, and by effect, my city, has very limited BF-specific events, clubs, etc. Whereas if you went to NYC, you might find more of the culture there. 
In my experience, a lot of the BF subculture has been found online, through literature, and through art. If you haven’t already, I really do urge you to read the likes of Stone Butch Blues, The Persistent Desire: A Femme-Butch Reader, Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme. I haven’t read Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community by Elizabeth Lapovsky Kennedy, but I hear it’s also a good introduction on the history of BF identities. 
I think what can be daunting about BF identities is there are more identities within them - Stone Butch, Stone Femme, High Femme etc. and exploring these are also quite scary- especially when it comes to trauma and past experiences. I don’t want to get into this too much, but if you have follow-up questions, I will absolutely do my best to answer, though, Stone Femme [tops] and stone butch [bottoms] exist and are loved. 
Final thoughts before I go on separate tangents… There is no one size fits all when it comes to BF identities. You are well-within your right to try different labels and see how they fit, and if they don’t fit then that’s okay! It’s all a learning experience.
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gaymaramada · 7 months
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Not Breaking, Won’t Take It (I Won’t Ever Feel This Way Again)
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Chapter 5: No More Anymore
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46882702/chapters/128405800
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