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Case File: [Unknown, Ophelia]
Approximate number of times [Unknown, Ophelia]:
sleeps easily: 4; sleeps troubled by nightmares: 7; sleeps alone: 15; sleeps with a girl: 3; sleeps with a boy: 0
kisses someone: 42, loves a man: 3; loves a woman: 1; falls in love: 1
lies to a friend: 5; lies to her father: 11; lies to her king: 3
contemplates death: 18; contemplates own death: 5; contemplates Hamlet and his family and how death seems to follow them like a wretched stench: 2; contemplates Signe’s death as a consequence of their relationship: 3
runs her fingers through Signe’s soft, coily hair: 32; kisses Signe’s cheek: 24; kisses Signe’s lips: 15; kisses Signe’s bare collarbone: 3; holds Signe’s hand: 17
feels strong: 4; feels strong when she is with Signe: 3; feels ashamed when she is with Hamlet: 6; feels ashamed because she feels ashamed when she is with Hamlet: 5; feels hollow: 3; feels tired of putting up with it all: 2; feels suicidal: [?]
spreads flowers with a distant smile: 1; acts is the fool: 3; is the fool: 1
falls from a branch: [?]; commits suicide: [?]
dies: 1; rises to heaven: [?]; falls to hell: [?]
How [Unknown, Ophelia] loves:
passionately, madly, coldly, roughly, unkindly, nimbly, caringly, warmly, brazenly, abruptly, softly, toughly, languidly, viciously, purely, sinfully, briefly and forever, thoroughly, without remorse, lustfully, recklessly, honestly
How [Unknown, Ophelia] lives:
Briefly- rarely mentioned in the page scrawled by a man who paints her the damsel.
Briefly- tumbling from a crib to a kitchenmaid’s bed to a watery grave beneath a tree.
Briefly- in a blaze of fire that tears the castle down.
How [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
floating to her watery grave, the waves and her skirts enveloping her in a poetic embrace
Who [Unknown, Ophelia] has loved:
her father, her prince, her kitchenmaid, her brother
The two things [Unknown, Ophelia] does not say:
“I love you.”
“I want to die.”
What [Unknown, Ophelia] is not:
fragile
How [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
cursing the heavens for the injustice of her story being overshadowed by a man's, of her life being sacrificed to feed some prince's pain
A truth [Unknown, Ophelia] said to the playwright:
“I was the more deceived.”
What the playwright decides [Unknown, Ophelia] is not important enough for:
a backstory, a faithful lover, dignity, a kiss, a say in her own future, a birthday, a mother, reciprocated love, a spine, sanity, a life
[Unknown, Ophelia]’s story is entitled:
Hamlet, filed under Tragedy.
How [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
watching her life flash before her eyes, every mistake and good choice falling into the water with her
The first time [Unknown, Ophelia] falls in love:
the world splinters also everything burns also it’s a woman also the Prince is the furthest thing from her mind also her heart sings also fuck her father also Signe’s hair runs soft and crinkly under her fingertips also is the only time
How [Unknown, Ophelia] imagines her lover:
age 5: a boy who will play hoops with her, who will join her on a quest to find buried treasure beneath the castle walls
age 10: a Prince, reckless and dark-eyed, with a smirk already curving his lips
age 15: nothing like herself- a beautiful girl, a princess like she could never be
age 20: a kitchenmaid named Signe, with dark hair and dark eyes and dark skin, curves glistening in the candlelight and smile a beacon of hope
What [Unknown, Ophelia] does on-page:
drifts from man to man, goes mad in her mind, falls in a lake, drops flowers into people's laps, passes quips to a prince in a theatre, breaks apart into a million insane fragments for a Prince's sake
What [Unknown, Ophelia] does off-page:
drifts across the underside of a lake, goes mad in her heart, falls in love, drops kisses onto Signe’s cheeks, passes a hair ribbon between hands in a darkened hallway, breaks a girl's heart with her death
The flowers [Unknown, Ophelia] gave away:
Rosemary, for remembrance
Pansies, for thoughts
Fennel, for you, and Columbines
Rue, for you to wear with a difference
Daisy, for innocence
But no Violets, for they wither’d all when her father died
The flowers [Unknown, Ophelia] gave herself:
Rue, for repentance, regret, everlasting suffering, and sorrow
How [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
[?]
The scene in which [Unknown, Ophelia] ends up immortalized:
Her descent, into madness and death, written by a playwright who writes suicide romantic rather than devastating.
A descent, then:
When Hamlet descends into madness, it is heroic. It is princely. His suicide by sword- for what else is it, truly- is considered truly regal.
When Ophelia descends into madness, it is tragic. It is delicate. She is the flower wilted, the rose with its thorns cut. She is the aftermath, the prequel, the death to further a plot.
[Unknown, Ophelia]’s name becomes:
an insult, a title for a lover scorned, a derisive nickname, a contemptuous glare, a metaphor for madness
a compliment, an appraising glance, a name for a lover true, a loving pet name, a simile for sympathy
What happens to [Unknown, Ophelia] after the funeral:
The story does not say.
How a kitchenmaid grieves:
Unnoticed, in the midst of death after death. First her lover, then the Queen and the Regent and the Prince. In a kingdom enveloped by grief, a kitchen maid's tears go unnoticed.
Location of a princess’s hair ribbon:
Tucked under a kitchenmaid’s skirts.
How [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
Loved.
#hamlet#fairytale retelling#lesbian#ophelia#ophelia aesthetic#poetry#feminist retellings#shakespeare#pov ophelia#giving ophelia agency#you shakesp tell me abt the lady's side of things#lesbian ophelia#sapphic ophelia#meta#critique
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ur honor,,,them
#ophelia and penelope#digital art#artists on tumblr#oc#original character#my girls#i double over and cry#i love them sm#wlw#sapphic#the lesbians
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queer romance books just hit different i swear
#dark academia#chaotic academia#lgbtq#sapphic#the song of achilles#seven husbands of evelyn hugo#secret history#they both die at the end#red white and royal blue#heartstopper#fingersmith#she who became the sun#delilah green doesn't care#ophelia after all
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couldn’t get these stickers out of my mind
#webkinz#art#fursona#kinzsona#furry#sfw furry#pom pom kitty#zombie pup#ophelia#zed#look at my awesome sapphic webkinz boy. throws this at you
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nancy wheeler x fem!reader
she’s the kind of book that you can’t put down / like if cleopatra grew up in a small town
#nancy wheeler x reader#nancy wheeler#nancy wheeler x you#nancy wheeler x y/n#nancy wheeler x fem!reader#sapphic nancy wheeler#stranger things#ophelia’s moodboards
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Finally had some time and inspiration to draw my ocs!! Just after I finished the piece I remembered that today is the end of lesbian visibility week so the timing was perfect
#their names are Agatha (the girl on the right) and Ophelia (the girl on the left) if anyone was wondering#украрт#artists on tumblr#digital art#illustration#oc#oc art#sapphic#saphic art#lesbian visibility week
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who else wants to join me in creating a sapphic community where we live in eco houses made by our bare hands and have a community garden and an amphitheater in the woods where we perform plays written by ourselves and drink juices and wine and eat fruit and exist in a way that lets us take back control of our very existence on this earth so we can finally be filled with peace when we wake in the morning and satisfaction as we lay down to rest because we know we participated in love and joy and community in a way that meant something deeply to ourselves
#ophelia should be quiet#sorry i just feel things too much sometimes#reading sappho has gotten me good#sappho#lesbian#wine#eco community#daydreaming#greek#gay#sapphic#sunlight#cottagecore#gremlincore#spring aesthetic#summer aesthetic#summer#spring#lovecore#lovers#love#the love songs of sappho
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title: vespula
main characters: diana kettering, ophelia copperfield
genre: southern gothic romance
themes: identity, queer politics, inheritance & race, classism, hauntings
content warnings: queerphobia, racism (esp antiblack racism in the south), paternal death, guns & violence, misogyny, bug death (specifically wasps are killed)
plot: twenty-five years ago, peter kettering was believed to have died in a car crash. he left behind a grieving widow and a young daughter - diana kettering. in 1997, diana recieves a letter from ophelia copperfield revealing that her father died last week of a heart attack instead and her entire world is shifted. a house and a sizeable amount of money are being contested, and ophelia begs diana to visit it at least once. now diana has found herself embroiled in a bitter estate battle with her father’s mistress and her grandmother while trying to untangle the one mystery that really brought her here: who the hell was her father?
author's note: this was written for @ockissweek day two. this is considered noncanon & thus isn't a spoiler for anything in the story. this is just a fluffy little exploration piece for diana & ophelia's relationship.
It'd been raining for the past three days. It splattered against the tin roof and windows, making it difficult for Diana to sleep. She wasn't sure she wanted to sleep regardless. The fact that there was a long list of family who wanted her dead and out of the way made it difficult. Even with Jane out of the house and the locks changed, Diana was having plenty of uneasy nights thinking about how she wasn't safe. The gun was in the drawer next to her, ready to be fired if she needed. It still didn't help her feel any safer. She was about to fall asleep when the phone rang, jolting her up out of any sleep she'd have. Diana reached to the phone, answering with a soft, "Hello?"
"I see you got the phone set up in the house," Ophelia said on the other end, and Diana could see the smirk on her face. "I... was wondering if I could come over. I've been at the office all day and... have some stuff to go over with you."
Diana's pulse quickened as she considered all the possiblities if Ophelia came over. She'd been doing her best to pretend that there was nothing there, but every now and then... she thought maybe... she put that thought away. It would be dangerous if she got too far ahead with the belief that Ophelia might possibly play for the other team. Sometimes she considered asking her what she thought of The Color Purple... or perhaps if she was a "friend of Dorothy". She ruminated over the best possible approach. "Uh, yeah," she found herself saying before she went over all the pros and cons - something she wouldn't normally do. "Just... hurry over, okay? I..."
"You don't need to say it," Ophelia said, cutting Diana off. "See you in a few minutes."
The line went dead, and a clap of thunder made Diana jump. She glanced outside the window again, breathing in and out slowly. She'd never liked thunderstorms. Ma would scream in panic the entire time, and nothing could soothe her. In turn, Diana would shake under her sheets when she was younger. Even now, she could still hear the blood curldling shrieks from when she was a small child. She got out of bed, padding towards the closet. If Ophelia was going to be here soon, then she needed to get dressed. What does one wear when their crush is coming over at... she glanced at the clock, and did a double take. It was two in the morning.
Was it normal for other girls to go over to someone's house at two in the morning? She knew that when she was a closeted teenager, she was invited over for sleepovers. Was that what this was comporable to? In that case, any flannel pajama would be acceptable, surely. She was overthinking this. Normal girls didn't overthink what they wore for a silly sleepover. It was just her dad's lawyer, who was helping her to keep the house. There was no reason to worry about dressing up. And yet Diana decided to pull back on her jeans and a crop top, as if she was expecting something more.
The knock at the door felt like it came too soon, and she made her way downstairs. She could feel the stares from her father's side of the family's portraits staring her down as she made her way to the foyer - as if they knew they'd hate her for merely existing. She was the wrong kind of descedent living in this giant mansion: half black, a woman, and a homosexual. She shook that thought off. Diana didn't need to think about any of that when she had arguably a scarier problem at hand: finding out if a girl liked girls. If she got it wrong, she risked so much: losing her job, losing the house, and worst of all, losing Ophelia's friendship. She took a steadying breath before opening the door with a half smirk. "So, what is this stuff you have to go over with me? Don't tell me Jane's filed another injunction or whatever."
"She's attempting to claim your father was incomptent at the time of filing the will," Ophelia replied, shivering. She was soaked to the bone; she seemed to have forgotten to grab her rain coat. Her pale blue shirt clung to her skin, outlining every inch of her body. Her roots were starting to show; how long had it been since Ophelia went in to see a stylist properly? She'd been so busy as of late that she seemed to forgetting more and more about the basics of taking care of herself. "I have enough proof to get that thrown out. Your grandmother, meanwhile, is trying to imply your father was given bad advice for giving you anything - arguing he had no way of knowing you even existed. That's... a little harder, but not impossible for me to fight."
"So I'm going to get to keep my home?" Diana stepped to the side, shaking her head. "You should get inside - you're absolutely soaked. Uh, I think there's a closet full of old clothes. Dunno if it's in your size but..."
"But you want me to try it on and see if it does?" Ophelia had stepped inside, and immediately started shivering. "It's... not a bad idea. Show me where you found it." There was once a point where Ophelia had known this house better than Diana. A beat was skipped, and then Ophelia gasped. "You called this your home! So you've officially decided to stay?"
"Yes."
The simple word stretched out between them; all the possible implications it could possibly have running between them. Neither of them moved at first. Diana was supposed to be leading Ophelia to the room she'd found, and yet neither of them moved. It felt like the thunder outside had moved inside, cackling around them and bringing them closer. If pressed, both of them would say the other moved first when their lips finally connected - like something tying them together. Diana savored the taste of Ophelia's lips, hungerily devouring them. It was like a dream come true; and then she woke up.
"I'm sorry," Diana gasped first, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable... if you want to leave -"
Ophelia cut her off, and this time there was a slower build to the kiss; sweet, tender, gentle. "No it's okay. I feel the same way."
#writblr#southern gothic romance#gothic romance#writers of tumblr#queer writers#writers of color#sapphic romance#lgbt romance#mywriting#oc: diana kettering#oc: ophelia copperfield#ockiss24
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The Swiftspace feature just keeps feeding us Ophelynn likers huh
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A song I wrote for Brütal Legend. I named it Drown With Me. I got it copy written back in November! I’m hoping to turn it into a real rock ballad someday. I wrote this all through Eddie’s perspective. Though since I’m singing it, it also can be interpreted as a sapphic love ballad 💖 Either way, I hope you like it!
#brütal legend#double fine#eddie riggs#ophelia#rock ballad#songwriter#emo girl#metalhead#sapphic#brutal legend#tim schafer#love ballad#me singing#black lipstick#hot topic#2000s emo#alt girl#alt aesthetic#fan song
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File: [Unknown, Ophelia]
Approximate number of times [Unknown, Ophelia]:
sleeps easily: 4; sleeps troubled by nightmares: 7; sleeps alone: 15; sleeps with a girl: 3; sleeps with a boy: 0
kisses someone: 42, loves a man: 3; loves a woman: 1; falls in love: 1
lies to a friend: 5; lies to her father: 11; lies to her king: 3
contemplates death: 18; contemplates own death: 5; contemplates Hamlet and his family and how death seems to follow them like a wretched stench: 2; contemplates Signe’s death as a consequence of their relationship: 3
runs her fingers through Signe’s soft, kinky hair: 32; kisses Signe’s cheek: 24; kisses Signe’s lips: 15; kisses Signe’s bare collarbone: 3; holds Signe’s hand: 17
feels strong: 4; feels strong when she is with Signe: 3; feels ashamed when she is with Hamlet: 6; feels ashamed because she feels ashamed when she is with Hamlet: 5; feels hollow: 3; feels tired of putting up with it all: 2; feels suicidal: [?]
spreads flowers with a distant smile: 1; acts is the fool: 3; is the fool: 1
falls from a branch: [?]; commits suicide: [?]
dies: 1; rises to heaven: [?]; falls to hell: [?]
The way [Unknown, Ophelia] loves:
passionately, madly, coldly, roughly, unkindly, nimbly, caringly, warmly, brazenly, abruptly, softly, toughly, languidly, viciously, purely, sinfully, briefly and forever, thoroughly, without remorse, lustfully, recklessly, honestly
The way [Unknown, Ophelia] lives:
Briefly, rarely mentioned in the page scrawled by a man who paints her the damsel.
Briefly, tumbling from a crib to a kitchenmaid’s bed to a watery grave beneath a tree.
Briefly, in a blaze of fire that tears the castle down.
The way [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
not floating to her watery grave, the waves and her skirts enveloping her in a poetic embrace
The people [Unknown, Ophelia] has loved:
her father, her prince, her kitchenmaid, her brother
The two things [Unknown, Ophelia] did not say:
1. I love you.
2. I want to die.
Things [Unknown, Ophelia] is not:
fragile
The way [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
not cursing the heavens for the injustice of her story being overshadowed by a man's, of her life being sacrificed to feed some prince's pain
Truthful thing [Unknown, Ophelia] said to the playwright:
“I was the more deceived.”
The things the playwright decided [Unknown, Ophelia] was not important enough for:
a backstory, a faithful lover, dignity, a kiss, a say in her own future, a birthday, a mother, reciprocated love, a spine, sanity, a life
[Unknown, Ophelia]’s story is entitled:
Hamlet, filed under Tragedy.
The way [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
not watching her life flash before her eyes, every mistake and good choice falling into the water with her
The first time [Unknown, Ophelia] falls in love:
the world splinters also everything burns also it’s a woman also the Prince is the furthest thing from her mind also her heart sings also fuck her father also Signe’s hair runs soft and crinkly under her fingertips also is the only time
How [Unknown, Ophelia] imagines her lover:
age 5: a boy who will play hoops with her, who will join her on a quest to find buried treasure beneath the castle walls
age 10: a Prince, reckless and dark-eyed, with a smirk already starting to develop
age 15: nothing like herself- a beautiful girl, a princess like she could never be
age 20: a kitchenmaid named Signe, with dark hair and dark eyes and dark skin, curves glistening in the candlelight and smile a beacon of hope
The things [Unknown, Ophelia] does on-page:
drifts from man to man, goes mad in her mind, falls in a lake, drops flowers into people's laps, passes quips to a prince in a theatre, breaks apart into a million insane fragments for a Prince's sake
The things [Unknown, Ophelia] does off-page:
drifts across the underside of a lake, goes mad in her heart, falls in love, drops kisses onto Signe’s cheeks, passes bread between hands in a darkened hallway, breaks a girl's heart with her death
The flowers [Unknown, Ophelia] gave away:
Rosemary, for remembrance
Pansies, for thoughts
Fennel, for you, and Columbines
Rue, for you to wear with a difference
A Daisy, for innocence
But no Violets, for they wither’d all when her father died
The flowers [Unknown, Ophelia] gave herself:
Rue, for repentance, regret, everlasting suffering, and sorrow
The way [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
[?]
The scene about [Unknown, Ophelia] that ends up immortalized:
Her descent, into madness and death, written by a playwright who writes suicide romantic rather than devastating.
A descent, then:
When Hamlet descends into madness, it is heroic. It is princely. His suicide by sword- for what else is it, truly- is considered truly regal.
When Ophelia descends into madness, it is tragic. It is delicate. She is the flower wilted, the rose with its thorns cut. She is the aftermath, the prequel, the death unimportant save to further a plot.
[Unknown, Ophelia]’s name becomes:
an insult, a title for a lover scorned, a derisive nickname, a contemptuous glare, a metaphor for madness
not a compliment, an appraising glance, a name for a lover true, a loving pet name, a simile for sympathy
What happened to [Unknown, Ophelia] after the funeral:
The story does not say.
The way a kitchenmaid grieves:
Unnoticed, in the midst of death after death. First her lover, then the Queen and the Regent and the Prince. In a kingdom enveloped by grief, a kitchen maid's tears go unnoticed.
A princess’s hair ribbon:
Tucked under a kitchenmaid’s skirts.
The way [Unknown, Ophelia] dies:
Loved.
#hamlet#fairytale retelling#ophelia#sapphic#lesbian ophelia#poetry#writeblr#my writing#i wrote this ages ago but i rediscovered it and i LOVE it#tw sui implied#at least that's one interpretation#shakespeare#retelling
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this month i have taken fascination with learning about tallulah bankhead; a queer actress starring in films such as alfred hitchcock’s ‘lifeboat,’ she was known for her raspy voice and quick wit, and was said to inspire the character of cruella de vil. one of her famous quotes is “my father warned me about men and booze, but he never said anything about women and cocaine.”
#tallulah bankhead#1920s#old hollywood#lgbt#alfred hitchcock#lgbt history#sapphic#bisexual#cruella de vil#lifeboat#lgbtq#black and white#ophelia's diary#history
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Uugggh I have so many ideas for La Passe-Miroir/The Mirror Visitor fanfic but I already have one LPM multichapter fanfic going on which I should upload more regularly and I cant disperse myself
#haunted#la passe miroir#the mirror visitor#thornphelia#thorn x ophelie#thorn lpm#ophelie lpm#choose ur fighter:#-an OS from Berenildes POV about the relationship between her and Thorn#-an OS about Thorn and what he sees in a mirror#a Patience x Vladislava ficlet bc I can#two OS about th eldest Web siblings asking Thorn for romantic advice#a modern!AU where Ophelia is a barrister in a coffee shop/ student struggling in stats & Thorn a customer/fellow student helping her#a modern!AU where Thorn is a goth DJ and the whole crew hangs out at the monthly goth night in the Clairdelune#an Etienne Daho-inspired modern!AU w/ Thorn on the verge of a burnout going to a house by the reflection of Ophelia in the mirror#a Blasius/Wolf OS#how could I forget the canon divergent slightly crackfic-y bodyswap!AU Thornphelia ?#ah and the AU! where Thorn is a sapphic woman and Ophelie a trans woman
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they are wives your honor
#management of a novice alchemist#新米錬金術師の店舗経営#Shinmai Renkinjutsushi no Tenpo Keiei#yuri#yuri anime#Ophelia Millis#maria#ophelia x maria#maria x ophelia#wlw#wlw ship#sapphic#sapphic ship#lgbt
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Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind, girl, like a drug
Oh, Ophelia, Heaven help the fool who falls in love
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Random 3am poetry: a love letter to my future girlfriend
Why is every song about love?
Because love is a beautiful thing!
Love is when you look at her, and your heart stops, and the world seems to hold its breath when her eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky. You and her, hand in hand, stargazing on the roof. Listening to Girl In Red and Taylor Swift, it's nice to have a friend. But to have a girlfriend is so, so, so much better. And she walks you home. And to discuss ancient Greek poetry, oh, she loves Sappho, and the Iliad, and her beauty when she smiles is like Helen of Troy, but instead of Paris, she chosse you. Even if this ends in tragedy, she'll be Juliet and you'll be Ophelia, you'll be the Daphne to her Eurydice, but imagine a happy ending. That's what love is like.
That's what loving her is like.
#lesbian#poetry????#future girlfriend#girl in red#taylor swift#it's nice to have a friend#sappho#homer's iliad#beauty#juliet x ophelia#daphne x eurydice#greek mythology#shakespeare#sapphic yearning#please aphrodite just let me have this#love#girls#wlw
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