#laulicityedit

i. We are hard on each other and call it honesty, choosing our jagged truths with care and aiming them across the neutral table. We Are Hard (Margaret Atwood)

[image: four gifs of four pairs in the dctvu set to lyrics from “I’m Your Girl” from Descendants: Wicked World. Iris smiles as Linda walks past with the lyric ‘I’ll be whatever you need’. Laurel and Felicity stare at each other with the lyric ‘call me and I’ll come running’. Kendra laughs as Sara looks down to the lyric ‘you know I got it, I good got it’. Amaya and Zari’s totem’s link together to ‘you know I got it, I’m your girl’.]

# i can't believe black siren knows about the # caressing felicity trend

Anonymous asked: Lauriver or Laulicity?

tagging: @blacksiren​, @bisexuallaurellance​

Femslash February 2019 | Day 9: “Undead isn’t dead-dead, which is what I thought you were, up until 20 minutes ago. So I don’t care if I have to line my apartment walls with lead and get those Swedish sun-blocking curtains. You’re staying in Star City, and you’re staying with me.” Laurel Lance, Laurel-Laurel, Our Laurel, has stepped out of the shadows with a minted pair of fangs and a taste for blood. Where has she been? How did this happen? Why is she just coming back now? Felicity will get to the bottom of it, but she’s got to figure that out and protect anyone else from finding out that Laurel’s back- Including Laurel’s very own, reformed, actually pretty cool doppelganger. And hey, is it immoral to borrow blood from the hospital?

Laurel turns her gaze back to Felicity, cracking her neck with an unnatural and jagged motion, lifting her hand to rub her cheek. “Did you just slap me?” Felicity sucks in a breath. If she steps back, this Laurel, not her Laurel, not her angel, will pin her to the wall- But forward means getting too close, like they’re not way too fucking close already. So all she can do is root her shoes too the floor, pink patent on concrete. “Who are you?” This is Laurel’s face but not her smile- This is Laurel’s face but her gaze is dead, endless, the kind of thing to violently drown in. Felicity feels her body twist in the water, the air just out of her grasp. “I’m Laurel.” Felicity lifts her fingers to her star- Something her Laurel loves, something she supports, and this not-Laurel seems to frown as Felicity’s fingers rub against the rose gold. “You’re not Laurel.” “Well,” she says, pulling her gaze away from the offending necklace, tapping her chin in mock thought. “I say I’m Laurel, and I look like Laurel, and-“ She tilts her head. “I’ve got wings just like Laurel, so-“ “You don’t talk like Laurel,” Felicity says, frightened but insistent. “You don’t hold yourself like Laurel.” “Clever,” Laurel says, and she take’s Felicity’s wrist, pulling it away from her necklace. Felicity lets this Laurel hold her wrist. Pulling away would be a sign of disgust and disgust is a sign of weakness, like this Laurel is doing enough to upset her. And she is, and Felicity feels herself trembling, but she does not pull away. “What do you want?” “Oh, let’s not rush,” not-Laurel says. “I’m savoring your fear.” “I’m not-“ Felicity curls her lip. “What?” She says, decidedly. “Are you a demon? You think you can wander around, scaring little Jewish girls? We’re not Christians. Angels and demons are fun, sure, but I’m not awed by you.” “You are awed,” Demon-Laurel says. “You are awed by angels, like any other human, like she’s so special-“ “Laurel is special because she is Laurel,” Felicity says. “And you are just a demon, so you are not.” “You wound me,” the demon says. “I think you’re very special, Felicity. You can’t pay me the same respect?” “Screw you,” Felicity responds. The demon calling herself Laurel who looks like Laurel but is the opposite of Laurel considers this. And she laughs.

anon asked: laulicity aesthetic requests are closed!