this but it's "bass girls do it deeper" or bassist girls or basisst dykes or bass butches. options.

who am i to deny the people what they want

The Knight and her Princess

the love you can't even name

forcebutching a shy default-settings dyke in my own femme way sounds SO fun…. like omg let me give you a makeover!! 😊💅🏻✨

of course they go along with it, expecting me to put them in a dress and do their makeup and curl their hair. they’re not exactly looking forward to it but they’ll take any excuse to be close to me.

they start to realize that’s not what’s happening when i lead them to the “men’s” clothing section. they react with confusion, but i tell them to shut up and let me work. my efficiency and relentless chipper energy leaves them no room to protest as i load their arms with button-downs, sweaters, slacks, jeans, belts. i perch myself in the fitting room as i treat them like a paper doll, switching outfits around until i’m satisfied with their new butch wardrobe. then i drag them to the fragrance counter, testing colognes until their nose itches and their head is spinning.

next to the barbers for a haircut, the barber asks them what they want but i’m the one who answers, knowing exactly what will look good on them and how to achieve it, down to the proper clipper settings. they start to freak out when the scissors appear, they stammer and turn panicked eyes to me in the mirror, not sure if they want to go through with this but i pout and give them puppy eyes like 🥺 what, i thought you wanted a makeover? 🥺🥺 and in .5 seconds they cave. afterwards they can’t stop staring at themselves in the mirror, red in the cheeks, unsure how to feel, unable to quite believe the lengths they’ll go to for a crush.

i dress them up in one of their new date outfits and take them out to dinner, to admire my work properly. they notice that i’m touching them so much more than i did before, humming contentedly, smoothing out their shirt around their shoulders, grabbing them by the belt to pull them close, so i can breathe in their new cologne, while they discover the delight of femme nails on a freshly buzzed scalp. i beam at them, tell them how much better they look this way, and wasn’t that so fun?

symmetrical tool headshots of the good omens and bad omens sillies 🤍🖤 one where they're normal and one where they're also normal nothing to see here forces of heaven and hell who want to put them on trial ;^PP

and also, bonus swap crow aziraphale and fem swap zira and crowley based on this drawing of mine!

Dawntrail outfit but with butch meteor ✪ ω ✪

Hello~hello! Here's Yxala (my tiefling/drow paladin/warlock), which I made as a sort of photo study! I just wanted to practise anatomy a bit~

New butch dropped. Definitely not doomed by the narrative

kristen applebees’ butch yellow jumpsuit

Somewhere in me is an article on how Fabian seacaster and specifically the way he is played and explored by Lou Wilson is one of the most refreshing explorations of healthy masculinity expressly how they are a wonderful example for my personal butchness

there's nothing i'd love more than a fancy dinner date with a butch. i'd fasten their tie for them (which i'd of course match the color of my dress to). i'd ask them to help me put on my necklace. it just gets so difficult with these long nails that i'd paint their favorite color! i'd move my hair to the side for them to secure the clasp before turning around and kissing them deeply. i'd let them get the door for me and help me into the car. while at the restaurant, i'd leave lipstick marks on my glass and fantasize of leaving them all over their face. i'd smile at them from across the table. oh how handsome they'd look in a suit! as the evening comes to an end, i want to hold their hand as we walk to the car and think about how lucky i am to be in the presence of such a handsome butch. ♡

wrapping a shy butch around my finger by giving them soooo many compliments, flustering them until their brain is static and dial-up noises. i have no filter, i’m weird and friendly, i’ll tell them straight up that their big jacket suits their personality so well, that they look like someone a girl would send letters to in wartime, that they have gentle eyes and their voice sounds like a campfire and i watch with delight as their mouth twitches against a smile and their breathing gets shallow. they stammer out a compliment in return, eyes heavy in mine, in that obvious way that means they’re being so careful not to look any lower. i purr a thank youuu and squeeze their arm, just to see their mouth drop open to catch a deeper breath

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