female burn

Tara Mechani by Dana Albany

“Tara Mechani is a 15-foot tall metal figurative sculpture that fuses subtle references of the female Buddha Tara with future characteristics of the female robot. The idea is to create a “being” that encompasses both the past and future, melding worlds of ancient wisdom ideology with future mechanics and technology.”

 Photographer unknown

preparing spreads for a Paris is Burning Risograph Zine


Olivia M Healy 

Bittersweet and Strange Part 3 (Negan X Female)

[ READ PART 1 HERE ]

[ READ PART 2 HERE ]

Summary: After he saves her life, she sees another side of Negan she didn’t knew existed. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 2,315

Warnings: Swearing, eventual smut, fluff, corny references, blood

Author’s Note: This is Part 3 of my Beauty and the Beast inspired fic series.

This chapter is just a lot of fluff. Idk why y’all love this series so much. The more I write it, the more I hate it, tbh. But I promise I’ll see it through to the end. I should have Part 4 out by next week. Thanks for reading!

Please let me know what you thought! I love feedback!

Thank you to @brexja for being my beta!

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Melted

AN: You should be warned…this fic is almost 6,000 words of Nessian. Most of that is smut. NSFW. This is the longest single fanfiction I have written on this site. This turned out to be so much more fun than I thought it was, and I totally ended up loving them and exploring who they are the dynamic between them. They are very new characters for me to be writing and I haven’t uite gotten the hang of them yet but…holy cow. This was fun. This was inspired by @blogtealdeal ’s post which you can find here. This is also dedicated to the other two thirds of the Night Court Queens, @illyriantremors and @kitashiwrites . Also, yes, you can have your virginity taken and feel no pain. Ask my roommate ;) Also this fic doesn’t 100% make sense with the timeline: just pretend. <3 And enjoy!

Nesta was thoroughly unimpressed.

First she’d been angry. Furious. Livid. Seeing Elain break down in the corner of the cabin they were essentially being held captive in had made her blood boil. Literally. The first time Elain had broken down and cried, Nesta had accidentally charred the edges of her own dress, the chiffon smoking beneath her fingertips.

Curse her Fae body.

Curse the Cauldron.

Curse the Mother for letting this happen to her. For letting this happen to Elain.

For letting this happen to Feyre.

A small part of her wanted to blame her youngest sister for all of this. A small voice in her head still whispered If she and her High Lord hadn’t come slinking around and used us to get to the mortal queens, none of this would have happened.

But with that voice spoke another in answer, one that she’d ignored for too long. One that she couldn’t ignore any longer.

If you’d taken some of the responsibility for feeding your younger sisters, Feyre would never have entered Prythian in the first place.

And now…now that she had to control her anger so she didn’t accidentally burn the place down, now that she and Elain were stuck in this melty, drippy world that promised spring, now that the terror of becoming Fae had worn off…

She was unimpressed.

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 64 - Jesus, Doll-face, let me just hold your f*ckin’ hand

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit… Masterlist

Chapter 64 - Jesus, Doll-face, let me just hold your f*ckin’ hand

[When Blake bumps into Negan in the hallway, fluff ensues…]

It was late evening and after a long sleep, getting herself back to rights, Blake was now wandering alone down one of the long corridors of the Sanctuary, heading towards the canteen, following the request of her rumbling stomach.

It was good to be back.

And as gloomy and dank as the place sometimes could be, it felt so much more like home to her than being back at Alexandria ever had.

Blake, despite her throbbing head and aching body, had today, managed to take a shower, getting changed afterwards into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a tight black sweater. Her hair now hung loosely over her shoulders, her cheeks finally having regained a little colour.

She felt ok. A little groggy but ok.

Better at least than when she had been pushed down a flight of stairs, that was for sure.

After another lazy make out session with Negan this morning after her mark remarks about spanking, the dark-haired Saviour had muttered some bullshit excuse about having some business to attend to, which Blake most likely assumed either ironing someone’s face….or threatening someone.

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Did you hear it? The sharp exhale from the girl pretending to sleep beside you? Do you feel her body unfurl, grim purpose pucking at her tendons like a warrior rising from the pit of her defeat. She stands and starts to recede from you like a tide? Her futile lamentation over. Your lies don’t look so white during the night.
—  The shards of her heart have become the metal from which she forge her armour.
I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 66 - Happy Birthday, Peaches

Originally posted by leftrightloveright

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

MASTERLIST

Chapter 66 - Happy Birthday, Peaches…

[Blake enjoys a few drinks with the wives while she waits for Negan’s return…and return he does…]

Warnings: Fluff ;)


It was just gone 1am by the time Blake finally wandered the lonely corridor up towards Negan’s room.

She had stayed up late, hoping of course to have seen in her birthday with the dark-haired Saviour himself. But despite leaving almost five hours ago now, with Simon, Arat and a few of the others in tow, there was no sign of him returning any time soon.

Blake, had intended, after finishing off her dinner alone in the canteen, to just head back on over to her room…maybe use that TV and VCR than Negan had given to her, what felt like a lifetime ago now, to watch a movie. But before she had even made it up to the second floor, she had been accosted by Frankie, Michelle and Tanya in one of the hallways, who had squealed and thrown their arms around Blake as though she had been their best-friend since childhood.

From the sounds of it, all the wives were pretty happy to see her back, telling her that the place hadn’t been the same without her here, and informing her about Negan’s terrible moods since she had been gone. The idea that Blake’s presence here had even the slightest effect on anyone, really tugged at the back of her stomach and made her feel more happy than she had felt in a long time.

She truly felt at home here. And facts like those just helped to confirm that to her even more.

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What Rises From the Ashes (A Tamlin Ficlette)

**This fic is exploring the Tamarantha headcanon from Tamlin’s perspective*

Summary: Tamlin confesses that he and Amarantha were incompatible mates- and the role that played in destroying him.

Originally posted by willow-s-linda

Thank you to the amazing and wonderful @feyre-archerons-scrapbook // @the-other-sam for beta reading this!!! She’s amazing and, as I always say, you should all be following her!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxox

All comments loved & cherished!

Contains ACOWAR Spoilers

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It Burns

Welp. @sessomesmaru looks like you’re the Thing to break my dry spell.
This is inspired by a GORGEOUS piece of artwork done by sess, as well as some words from @the-female-gaymer during the stream of said art (once the pic itself is released im gonna edit this post and include the link).

Here we go.

UPDATE

HERE IS THE GORGEOUS PIECE OF ART IT IS BASED ON

Read it here on AO3 (if you do PLEASE come back and reblog the post, otherwise it stagnates and im a Sad)

TW: Alcoholism, minor blood/knife inclusion

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches.... Chapter 55 - A man at the door

Originally posted by stormy3187

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 55 - A man at the door

[Blake, still on house arrest, gets an unexpected visitor (or two…)]


Blake gave a huff.

The past few days had seemed to drift by slowly, and at first, Blake had been as upbeat as she possibly could be, about being kept trapped inside her own home, for no good reason. For the idea that she would see Negan any day now, made her heart beat that much faster inside her chest, making al of this worth it.

But after six long days went by, Blake had come to the conclusion that perhaps the dark-haired Saviour was, in fact, not coming back.

Maybe he had found someone else to capture his interest….

Maybe he had been killed…

But Blake not wanting to dwell on either of these things, had finally realised that perhaps he just didn’t have the time, or the energy to keep visiting her.

It was at least an hour’s drive from the Sanctuary, and gas was like gold-dust in this world.

Perhaps Negan had finally realised that she just wasn’t worth it.

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10 Should Reads

for Ladies into Ladies into Sci-fi/Fantasy


[You like Buffy, contemporary urban fantasy, witches, sisterhood, Young Adult]

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You really should read more lesbian books, so you’re perfectly free to see this as the kick in the ass that you need to do just that. Pick one and read it. Pick two, read both. Pick all. Just read more lesbian books.