Explores, or uses as key plot driver, themes of inequality between people of different genders.
hello, face! you are a useful thing.
A nice man! Tall, but not too tall, because then you -- you too short, eh-mar, for a very tall man with a beard...
A monstrously virtuous daughter bricked into a room in her father's semi-detached residence finds herself captivated by the neighbour's pure and amoral son.
Now, before I forget, darlin', here's your prezzie, you love Milk Tray, I remember you do, don't you?
Where the surface matters, but not how they thought it would.
you're amazing! don't forget to wash your hands
Starra fears death constantly; Skybo fears nothing except doing the expected. Could be a perfect match.
Three hundred and sixty degrees she turned, and as if trapped in an early version of a three dimensional gamer's world, she turned and turned and only saw her face. She had no sides, no curves but for the hourglass defining her.
FFVII / FFIX crossover. General Beatrix is a SOLDIER, Doctor Lucrecia runs the experiments.
FFVII Compilation. Vincent, Hojo, Lucrecia, Gast, Ifalna. How a project like Jenova gets off the ground; how a subproject like Omega gets its legs. (Incomplete)
FFVII. f!Vincent (genderbent) and Lucretia. For the prompt 'Betrayal - Lucrecia had just been using Vincent to get to Hojo.'
Jesus wept, it's just a tissue.
...no, I'm thinking, oh no, no, no, did I really eat all that frozen bread, I'm not supposed to eat flour! I'm not supposed to eat bread! -- and I'm thinking of all those wasted days, days I tell you, of half-starving and it's all gone down the toilet like a huge gluten-fat floaty turd, you know, those slick yellow ones, I can't fight myself if I'm going to eat while I'm sleeping...
Dragon Age II; Danarius briefly broken. Not a pleasant story.
Despite the town's declaration of neutrality, I have been assigned two guards. In respect to my position, they are both female.
When I visited Over There, it had been forty two years since I left. Every second question was 'why aren't you married'. Gone forty two years and there's no 'how are you, what do you do, tell us about your life!' No, it's all, 'where's your husband? Where's your boyfriend? Why aren't you married?'
Hard-pressed to admit affection for anything, He liked this job specifically for the conversational opportunities, having pretensions above those of His friends (He did strive to keep Himself the largest fish in His social pond).