She wasn’t supposed to go. It had almost been a joke, between the two of them, a promise of sorts. The first to wake and the last to fall, except, she wasn’t supposed to have ever fallen thanks to some batshit old lady with a curse. They’d just been laughing together over cheap beer and ramen, reminiscing over the battles and picking each other’s strategies apart. Who goes where, when to bounce off of each other in that perfect ballet of having fought too many battles for too long as a team. Where they were going to celebrate afterwards.
I know the bow looks stupid. People think I don’t, and they comment about it in that way people do when they’re trying not to say something for real, when they just want to dance around it, but I know that, I’m MARRIED to that, I’m not stupid.
Well, I am, but not about this.
But you can know something and ignore it. Because you have to. Because you want to. Because you promised.
Like the way she ignored me drunkenly telling her she was my best friend, that I loved her. She pushed me away, laughing, and slid the plate of chicken toward me.
“Eat up, drunkie.” And she wasn’t wrong, I was drunk. But it was a good drunk, a happy drunk, that sort of drunk that feels like the glow off a streetlight. You know what I’m talking about?
“I’m serious, Mina.” I told her, but I did eat the chicken, so she wasn’t wrong there either.
Mina didn’t get it wrong very much, until she got a lot wrong at once.
“Okay,” she smiled at me and pointed her beer bottle, “If I die, which I won’t because,” and here she did one of her dramatic flourishes,” it is my destiny, my curse and my power. If I die, you gonna wear my bow.”
“Mina, I don’t have any hair. Where am I gonna tie it?” I don’t know why I was wrapped up with practical concerns. She was just joking.
She was just joking.
“I don’t know, Ruka, tie it around your neck like a cocker spaniel puppy, but if you’re my best friend, LIKE YOU SAID,” She was still giggling, and it sounded like the ping of a pinball machine. “You’ll promise me.”
“Okay,” I was laughing too. I was laughing because it was a joke. A joke in our shitty bar with the ramen with those cheap thin noodles and the salty broth. Where the happy hour turned it into a bad izakaya. “If I die what’ll you wear?”
“I don’t know, your shitty earring!”
“It’s not shitty! It’s a signal, like–”
She grabbed my shoulder. “I’m just fucking with you, Bud. Promise me.”
Sometimes Mina’s eyes got weird and intense and I didn’t know why, but I just kinda listened to her when that happened.
“I promise.”
The ribbon never left when she died, because it was always hers. She was the only one who kept something with her when she transformed. That’s why she was supposed to stay, because she did being both the best. She did being both the best until she didn’t. Until that day when she made a mistake, and she fixed, but she paid the price for it.
I paid the price for it too. Usagi cried in a lot of people’s arms but I just cried in a booth in a shitty bar with shitty cheap ramen noodles and salty broth.
I don’t do it very good, doing both.. But the ribbon stays on when I transform, too. Not because of me. Because it’s her, because she’s in it somehow, I think.
It’s my favorite part of my uniform. I know that, too.
@lovespells-comic‘s Chapter 6 is starting on February 17, 2018, so it’s about time we did another post about the comic itself.
Lovespells is a slow-burn lesbian romance webcomic, set in a JRPG-inspired world. Though the characters are adults, the comic’s content is low-stress and PG-13. There are some ups and downs, but we guarantee happy lesbians in the end.
Our witch protagonist IDs as lesbian through and through, but the secondary protagonist knight character is a demi-romantic (and extremely asexual) lesbian. The second act of the story will delve into her learning to recognize and reconcile her shift in self-identification.
We just wrapped up Chapter 5, so now’s a really good time to start reading. You can start from the beginning here!
A release from the patreon vault, AU of Mystery and Shadow
“Bud, sit down before you fall down.” MIna looked over at Haruka, who was balanced unsteadily, shaking, obviously tired and hurting, but stubbornly trying to remain on her feet, leaning against the wall of the nursery. She tried to give Haruka a graceful out. “You’re gonna fall and fuck up the paint.”
Haruka bit her lip, frustrated, and took a seat on the high stool Mina set next to her, passing an annoyed glance at the clunky wheelchair a few feet from her.
She looked over at Mina. ‘I’m gonna walk again, you know.”
Mina closed her eyes, not ready to have this fight again. “Okay.”
Haruka huffed. “Don’t say okay like you don’t believe me, Mina.”
Mina went back to painting the soft mint green on the wall, thinking for a moment, and then softly murmured. “You don’t need to push yourself so hard. Not on this.”
a tattoo commission for banillaveens, of a kalanchoe tomantosa giraffe ! the prompt was Plant Giraffe and they didnt know what they wanted at first- heres some of the rejected designs. the forbidden long plants
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