Fuck The Idea That All Bisexuals Experience Attraction Towards Different Genders In The Same Way, All

Fuck the idea that all bisexuals experience attraction towards different genders in the same way, all my homies know sexuality is personal and subjective and what matters is towards WHOM you’re attracted, not how

♡♡♡♡ send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart (nothing will happen if you don't) and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome

Awww thank you <3 That’s so sweet

April Prompts Day 4 - easter egg

Featuring: Bella and Freddie

Freddie heard a faint whistling from the stairs, matched with a rhythmic tap of someone coming. He groaned, recognising the footsteps. Replacing a vial in its stand he wheeled back on his sleek office chair. To call it an office chair was an understatement. After establishing himself enough resources to be relatively independent he started putting funds to what someone affectionately called his supervillain chair. It had wide armrests for coffee, and a luxuriously tall back for dramatic reveals. It curved at the top, making half an egg and simultaneously a good place to hide when jammed against a wall.

The melody peaked with the footsteps and a slight figure stood shadowed in the doorway.

"So," the voice was melodic, dusty, and feminine, but the word was commanding and perfectly articulated, almost cocky. The lurker had power and they knew it. "You're still working today."

He scoffed, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because it's a holiday for most people, pipsqueak," they drawled.

"Don't call me that," he squawked. "And I don't need holidays. I have work to do. Villainous projects."

"You know, you're not as intimidating as you think you are," they teased.

"Neither are you," he shot back, "Scarlet Maiden."

Scarlet Maiden, also known as Anabella, frowned and stepped into the light. She wore a white graphic tee, embellished with a small galaxy on it and chunky black jeans, armed with at least half a dozen pockets. She made a small noise of disapproval, "Not with that name I'm not, pipsqueak." She ignored his protests. "The Crimson Programmer however, holds more power. Doesn't it make you shiver?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I think you're just a dork."

She swept an arm over his area cluttered with beakers, vials and containers. "Look who's talking! I could shut off 73% of your equipment right now," she threatened.

"And lose such a valuable flow of cash?"

"Please. I've been doing this for years, you're not my only client."

"Maybe, but I have to-"

"Look," Bella interrupted, "we could do this all day. But we both have things to attend to. So here, take this and I'll relieve you of my presence." She walked forward and placed something thumb-sized wrapped in cerulean foil.

"What is it?" He turned it over in his hand and held it up to the light. 

Her eyes widened, "Are you serious? Did you even have a childhood?"

Freddie leveled a glare at her. She rolled her eyes in response.

"It's an Easter egg. Considering that's what the Christian world is celebrating up there. It's chocolate."

He wrinkled his nose, "Really? And the purpose of this is…"

"Fun," Bella shrugged. "Kids look for them and then gorge themselves on them. Just enjoy it and don't think too hard about it." She ruffled his hair and strode out, once again ignoring his indignation.

He huffed and stuck out his tongue at her retreating combat boots. Curious, he unwrapped the foiled egg, depositing the foil scraps in a small waste basket. He popped it in his mouth. Average. It was nothing compared to the chocolate his mother used to buy on rare occasions. But then again, German chocolate was a hard standard to match. Still, it was a sweet gesture. He cringed at the unintentional pun, but let a smile grace his lips as he turned back to his work.

April Prompts Day 3 - pastel

Featuring: Nala, Fera and Vera (@pagesofcursive character)

"I just don't know what to get." Nala paced nervously in the open plaza.

"I'm sure you can think of something," Vera's voice was tinny over the phone.

Nala groaned and sat down on a plastic bench facing a pathetic fountain, "I'm sure I could, but it's just… I don't know. Pressure? I want to impress her. It's just our anniversary, and I'm sure she has something amazing and-"

Vera interrupted with a chuckle, "I'm sure she definitely does. Hey, Fae!" she yelled away from the phone. A distant "yeah?" was heard in the background. Vera continued, "Have you got something for your and Nala's anniversary tomorrow?"

Nala heard stomping approach the phone and her heart fluttered in anticipation. "Not yet," she melted at Fera's severe tone. She was super cute most of the time, but when she was ticked she had had a lot of steam to blow off. "But I'm coming up with something. Besides," Nala could almost hear her glare at her twin, "why is it your business? I appreciate the concern, but you have your own relationship."

"Oh, no reason," humor was obvious in Vera's voice. "You see? Nothing to worry about, Nala."

"Wait, you're on the phone with Nala?" Fera's voice softened, but grew louder as she approached the phone. Nala let out an uncharacteristic squeak and hung up the phone, not ready to be confronted by a potentially judgemental girlfriend. She was probably overreacting, probably overthinking, and probably blowing it out of proportion. She took a breath. Calm. Steady. Rational. Ready to make a choice. Well, maybe not that far.

She heaved herself off the tacky green bench and meandered towards the shopping centre. A pair of basketball shoes caught her eye in a sports store window, but she stayed strong and kept moving. Maybe she could get Fera clothes? Was that too simple? She always did well with bright colours and pastels, right? That seemed too easy. But it was still better than nothing. Sighing heavily, she turned into the shop.

Half an hour later, she drooped out, empty handed. She had a dozen photos of ideas she came up with inside, but none of them seemed right. A tie dye shirt, lavender overalls, a pack of rainbow socks that would've been absolutely adorable, a baby blue circle skirt and a couple of other options for good measure. They all seemed too simple alone, but too busy together.

They twisted their mouth as they wracked their brain for more ideas. Wait. An orchid! Fera has been telling her about them for weeks. Her flower garden was flourishing, but she was missing an orchid from her patch. She beelined to the hardware store at the edge of the mall, which had a greenhouse next to it. She fought through hoards of people before squeezing into the shop. Five minutes later, she triumphantly strode out, a thigh high orchid in arm. It was gorgeous, even for someone who wasn't well versed in flowers. The centre petals had pale purple streaks, and the backing petals were a precious pastel pink. She did end up with something pastel after all. Should she get the socks? Would that go with the flowers? She decided to consult Vera again. She walked to her car and delicately placed the flowers on the bonnet and snapped a photo.

Nala: what do you think

Vera: really? You couldn't think of anything else

Nala: nice to know how much you think of me

Vera: it's my baby sister, what do you expect?

Vera: but it's a cute gift. i think she'll love it.

Nala: thabks

Nala: *thanks

Nala opened the passenger door and put the flower on the seat. Briefly contemplating, she pulled the seatbelt down to secure it. It might be silly, and possibly ineffective, but on the off chance it worked, it was worth the slight degredation. Nala slid over the bonnet to the other side and flung herself into the driver's seat. The pale petals caught the corner of her eye and she grinned giddily, imagining the look on her girlfriend's face when she'd see them.

Three Facts Tag

Rules: post 3 random facts about yourself (or your book/oc) and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications.

Thank you @ashen-crest. I know I just did this but I'm sure I can scrounge up 3 more

1. I can sew! Not amazingly well, but I can create basic stuff. Following a tutorial I made pants into a skirt (that I'm going to wear on one occasion, but never again)

2. I started A New Infection two years ago with writing partners. They abandoned me soon after, and I got full creative control and rediscovered the joy of writing

3. I have an army of over 1000 paper cranes

Tagging: @pagesofcursive @writing-is-a-martial-art @ganymedy @47crayons @wannabeauthorzofija @pretend-im-normal (and then I realize how small the circle I'm in is. I'm one short)

Okay, I read this and it was amazing!!

In case you missed it! I published a novella called Worm in a Jar, about a witch-in-training who accidentally summons a mischievous demon from the shadows and must find a way to send them back home. Here’s some praise for Worm, compiled from Amazon & Goodreads reviews:

The perfect scoop of a story! Very gay and cute, gotta love a transgender worm demon and grumpy witch… Pick it up :)

Loved every sentence of this book. Pigeon has a wonderful way with words that let them flow incredibly naturally, and Malee(the POV character) is wonderfully characterized by them.

This is such a cute story! The themes of wanting and love and belonging are so touching. Worm is an absolute sweetheart, and Malee’s sass and attitude make it a delightful read.

I really enjoyed reading Worm in a Jar. It’s short and sweet. Worm is so lovable and such a trans icon!

If this appeals to you, you can read the first chapter & buy it here!! Reblogs are always appreciated 🖤