female awesome meme: [3/10] non-warrior characters
I own a tavern, a brothel, a tanner, a butcher. Interests in a dozen other concerns on the street. I am the one they come to here when they need things, want things, fear things. In another time and another place, they would call me a queen. — Max
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how come there are next to no lesbians in the fantasy genre? how come lesbians only exist in fantasy when it comes to porn and fetishism?
give me a rugged, battle-hardened templar who just can’t being herself to kill the little mage blinking innocently up at her.
give me a princess and a handmaiden who take advantage of the fact that they can sleep in the same bed without anyone raising an eyebrow and spend their nights exploring each other’s skin with their fingers and tongues, and their days stealing touches as they go about their duties.
give me a witch who spends hours creating a spell to help her elven girlfriend transition fully into the body she’s always been meant to have.
give me a pair of queens who rule with iron fists, jaws tight and eyes steely, but fall apart at night under the ministrations of the other.
give me bandits adventuring the country, stopping in cities overnight to rest and steal and fuck and drink, and then saddling their horses and riding off together, matching wedding rings glinting on their fingers.
give me the fantasy lesbians that we all deserve.
she just literally doesn’t know about lesbians. i don’t care if she’s seen them she doesn’t understand what they actually are
They’re Queens from opposing sides of the reef.
They plan to marry to unite their kingdoms.lesbian mermaid request 🙂
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LATER, ACHILLES SLEEPS next to me. Odysseus’ storm has come, and the coarse fabric of the tent wall trembles with its force. I hear the stinging slap, over and over, of waves reproaching the shore. He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body.
I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it.
I think: How long do we have?
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