5K SPECIAL || THE ALT WEEK
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✦ 5K SPECIAL — THE ALT WEEK ✦
I should begin by saying thank you, but that doesn’t feel quite right.
“Thank you” is what you say when someone holds a door open or passes the salt.
This is something else entirely.
This is insanity.
This is who showed up for the unhinged lesbians in my head and then stayed, which feels a little like a miracle and a little like a threat and mostly like love. I’m not sure what I expected when I first started sharing these little monsters—these girls with knives in their mouths, soft hands, and blood in their eyes. But it wasn’t this. Not five thousand of you. Not this deep-in-the-bone kind of joy. So here it is: my heart, torn open and very pink. I love every single one of you—yes, even you, you chaotic little dyke in the replies.
Especially you. 🫵🏼
✦ So. To celebrate? We’re doing something stupid and beautiful and very gay.
Starting July 28th, I’ll be releasing one ALT scenario every single day for an entire week. That means seven days of chaos. Seven days of heartbreak and smut and tenderness and girls who should not be kissing but are doing it anyway.
And the best part? You get to play god.
Want to see Kai in a frilly pink dress she hates but wears for you? Want Evelyn sunburned and guilty on Ibiza, her diamond ring catching the sun as she lies to your face? Want Soraya’s very first time with you, messy and high and full of love she doesn’t know how to say yet? Angst? Fluff? The filthiest filth imaginable?
Leave your request in the comments.
Name + scenario.
I’ll choose at random—whatever barks at me loudest, whatever haunts me in the dark. I can’t promise anything except I’ll write like I mean it.
✦ Huge shoutout to the unbelievably lovely, brilliant, CSS-conjuring goddess:
@tigerdropped
who made my page look like my brain.
Go show her love.
And if you want more lesbians, more chaos, more knives, more softness—
Come join the Discord:
sapphos forbidden tomb
A place for all the little sapphics who dream too loud.
I love you. I really, really do.
Let’s make it weird.
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✦ 5K SPECIAL — THE ALT WEEK ✦
I should begin by saying thank you, but that doesn’t feel quite right. “Thank you” is what you say when someone holds a door open or passes the salt. This is something else entirely. This is insanity. This is who showed up for the unhinged lesbians in my head and then stayed, which feels a little like a miracle and a little like a threat and mostly like love. I’m not sure what I expected when I first started sharing these little monsters—these girls with knives in their mouths, soft hands, and blood in their eyes. But it wasn’t this. Not five thousand of you. Not this deep-in-the-bone kind of joy. So here it is: my heart, torn open and very pink. I love every single one of you—yes, even you, you chaotic little dyke in the replies. Especially you. 🫵🏼
✦ So. To celebrate? We’re doing something stupid and beautiful and very gay. Starting July 28th, I’ll be releasing one ALT scenario every single day for an entire week. That means seven days of chaos. Seven days of heartbreak and smut and tenderness and girls who should not be kissing but are doing it anyway. And the best part? You get to play god. Want to see Kai in a frilly pink dress she hates but wears for you? Want Evelyn sunburned and guilty on Ibiza, her diamond ring catching the sun as she lies to your face? Want Soraya’s very first time with you, messy and high and full of love she doesn’t know how to say yet? Angst? Fluff? The filthiest filth imaginable? Leave your request in the comments. Name + scenario. I’ll choose at random—whatever barks at me loudest, whatever haunts me in the dark. I can’t promise anything except I’ll write like I mean it.
✦ Huge shoutout to the unbelievably lovely, brilliant, CSS-conjuring goddess: @tigerdropped who made my page look like my brain. Go show her love.
And if you want more lesbians, more chaos, more knives, more softness— Come join the Discord: sapphos forbidden tomb A place for all the little sapphics who dream too loud.
I love you. I really, really do. Let’s make it weird.
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I LOVE Y‘ALL
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It started with her mouth. Of course it did. She kissed like a baptism—like she knew the river was holy because it had drowned her once, and she was teaching me how.
Her hands were not soft. They were purposeful—mud-stained, orchard-rough, callused from sins I never got the names of. They did not ask. They took, and I let them.
We were all hips and hunger. All sighs pressed into collarbones, all knees knocking secrets into the mattress. I was a cathedral, and she prayed with her teeth.
The room peeled away like wet fruit skin— no more ceiling, no more walls— just the ache between us, that sacred ache that tasted like blood and rain and cherries in July.
She said my name like she was tasting it. She said it again like she was swallowing it. She said it again like it hurt. (I liked it best when it hurt.)
When she pushed her fingers into me, the world stopped pretending it was innocent. I told her, this feels like dying, and she said, good, and kissed me until I forgot my name.
Later, she touched my thigh like it was a story. Traced the bloom of bruises she’d left behind like they were constellations she’d planted— and maybe they were.
Gods don’t make love. They wreck it. And I was already holy before she ever laid me down, but now I am ruin, and I am hers.
And I don’t want to be saved. I want her again.
And again.
And again.
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