#...dude right in front of my asexuality??????

[arctixout]

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[kawaiibarty]

UMMM if this is not an intrusive question, could you pls explain the process of you transitioning? Like whatever made you feel you were with the wrong body? And how did it bother you sm? This is plain curiosity. If u wish pls help me understand.

ahhhh hi hi it's not intrusive at all!

so for me it was really something that took time for me to understand because i didn't know that people were allowed to feel different yk

when i was a child i wore boys clothes because it made me feel happy, during playtime i called dibs on the boy characters, my avatars in video games were exclusively male.

i felt really uncomfortable wearing certain things like skirts and certain shirts and even different types of shoes. my mom said i was really picky and difficult about it lol.

for a while i sort of started wearing skirts and stuff, around 11 to 13 yrs old but, idk it was an odd period for me. i just wanted to be someone my mother liked yk. anyway, for most of my schooling id been in an all girls school up until gr7 when i moved cross country and schools. this new school was co-ed and it was really weird because i felt excluded a lot of the time because i wasn't...yk i didn't act like most of the girls and the people i thought id fit in with didn't like the way i did things LOL. i just felt alienated and like an imposter because i wasn't doing....girl right? iykwim

then i went to highschool a year later and i was shoved back into an all girls class for two years where i realised i properly like girls, except i thought i was homophobic because i didn't like the lesbian label or the bisexual label even though id tried out both at some point. it was like, i know i like girls and i haven't liked a guy properly but that doesn't make me lesbian because...but what if it does because im a girl, right? (spoiler alert, i do like guys and i realised that i could use the label queer without it being a slur also cue asexuality)

anyway, i was introduced to non-binary and it was a reaaaal relief. im telling you, once i was seen as something that wasn't an uncomfortable little girl it was good. but it still didn't feel right so i toyed around with androgyny except i didn't like how uncertain it made me feel yk?

im not saying that people who are enby or androgynous are wholly uncertain but i didn't want to feel like a poseur because i KNEW what i wanted but i didn't know if it was real.

i dont remember when this happened but somebody introduced me to he/they and they/he pronouns and i grasped onto that and it was okay for a while. still didn't feel like i was going it right because i had long hair and wore skirts and was still called a girl or non-binary and i hated my name and everything about the uncertainty yk? like it just came back out of nowhere

then one day this little boy comes up to me, i kid you not it's a CORE MEMORY for me, but this kid approaches me and he's like "are you a boy or a girl" and i start panicking because im not a girl and i hate being a girl and im not a boy because...i mean i don't even look like one right? so i ask him "what do you think i am?" and he says, without even thinking about "you look like a boy. i think you're a boy." and

yk, ive never smiled so wide in my life. i told him "yeah you're right" and he FISTBUMPS ME and im all giddy and excited and i text my best friend @d-rxse and im like OMGOMG YOULL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED DUDE anyway that was three years ago

then i got moved to a co-ed class

it kind of went to shit after that because as soon as i came out as trans i got a new boyfriend and he had never dated a trans person before so for a while he used he/they pronouns for me and we called each other boyfriends up until maybe april of last year where he told me he was uncomfortable with it

so i was an idiot and threw away all my progress and said "you can call me your gf and use they/them pronouns and she/her in front of your friends" and yeah 👍🏼 progress gone. down the drain.

i fixed it tho, by the end of last year i was so done with his bullshit, i broke up with him a week after school started this year, cut my hair short, changed my name, pronouns and got a new phone. cut him out of my life completely. ive never been happier

[rozcdust]

I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader, QPP Kazutora Hanemiya x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, qpp relatinship, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten, threats of murder

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The note Kazutora found when he woke up read ‘Left to grab breakfast, be back in 30. - Love, the bitch you got snot on’, got a low chuckle out of him as he stretched, the sound of his bones popping filling the room.

Kakucho was awake too, opening bloodshot eyes to blink away the sleep, but closing them again the block out the invasive sunlight pouring out the window, still curled up under the blanket you put on him, his breathing slow and steady, the plush cat still tightly held in his arms.

“Mornin’.” Kazutora yawned, rolling his neck to get out any kinks that formed during the night, “Feel better?”

Kakucho nodded, peeking one eye open to glare at the sunlight.

“Well, I’m glad. We got another few minutes to laze around, y/n went out to get breakfast. You hungover? Need painkillers or water?”

“I’m good.” Kakucho rasped, upon which Kazutora merely nodded, plopping back into bed with a long, content sigh.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry for intruding in your home and clinging all over your fiance like that yesterday-“ Kakucho started, but Kazutora’s scandalised look and a short laugh cut him off.

“What? Fiance? Dude, you sure you’re not still drunk?”

Kakucho furrowed his brow.

“Partner, then?”

Kazutora made a so-so motion with his hand.

“Yeah, you’re closer to the truth now.”

“They kissed you. No way they’re just a roommate.”

“They’re not. They are my partner.” Kazutora shrugged, placing his hands under his head, “It’s kinda difficult to explain… Are you familiar with the terms aromantic and asexual?”

Kakucho vaguely remembered Izana explaining it to him once.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, excellent.” Turning on his side to look at Kakucho, Kazutora started explaining.

“So, when you’re aroace, there is think thing called ‘Queer platonic partner’ right? It’s like being in a romantic relationship, you’re committed to each other and go on dates and sometimes live together, like y/n and I do, except there is no romantic or sexual attraction.”

Kakucho furrowed his brows further, confusion written all over his face.

“Isn’t that just being in a relationship?”

“Not quite. In a regular relationship, there is an expectation to have some,” Kazutora put his hands up to do finger quotes, “Special feelings. And when you’re aromantic, you can’t really do that. In QPP, there is an understanding it’s all just platonic love.”

“Like a friendship?”

Kazutora shook his head, but still kept his tone and demeanour calm.

Kakucho could only imagine that if you were the one explaining this, you’d already throttle him.

“Let’s put it this way. You can’t expect your friend to drop everything and always be there for you and centre their life around you, they have other shit to do. A partner? They can do that because you’re their priority. Capiche?”

Kakucho nodded just in time for the front door to open.

“I think I do.”

Kazutora clapped his hands, jumping to his feet.

“Excellent! I’ll dig out some of my clothes for you to change into, they’re oversized so should fit you as well. Hurry though, my lovely partner just brought us food, and if we don’t show up in 12 seconds flat, they will smother us both.”

“I bought eggs and natto, the rice in the rice cooker is already done, I prepared vegetables and fish already. Kazutora, do you mind setting the table?” Not taking the time to turn around, you stood over the stove, carefully flipping the omelette.

“Yessir,” Jokingly, Kazutora got to work, stretching over you to grab plates and utensils out of the cupboard above the stove, “May I?”

Nodding, you smile softly at the feeling of Kazutora’s lips, kissing the back of your neck.

Kakucho awkwardly shifted his feet.

“Can I help in any way?” Clearing his throat, he pointed to the dishes in Kazutora’s hands, but the older man merely shook his head.

“Hey dude, you’re a guest. Just sit down and make yourself at home.” Flashing a warm smile, Kazutora pulled out a chair with his foot, gesturing to it before setting down the plates.

Kakucho held back to urge to make himself smaller in the chair, feeling awfully a lot like an intruder in the domesticity of this Friday morning.

You looked more comfortable than you ever did at work, your usually crisp clothes replaced by an oversized men’s shirt, clearly belonging to Kazutora, the scent of his cologne and menthol cigarettes lingering on the fabric, the tension of your jaw and scowl you usually sported gone to be replaced by a serene, neutral expression.

This was your safe place, and Kakucho was intruding on it, after all, in your eyes, he was part of the reason you were stressed at work at all.

The game Bonten invented was tiring anyway.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” Kazutora asked, now seated on the floor, rummaging through a cupboard to find sugar.

“Coffee is fine, thank you.”

“I’m kind of a coffee freak, so we have instant, pour-over, Turkish, espresso, I can make you a cappuccino?”

Before Kakucho could respond, you spoke for him, nudging Kazutora with your foot to scotch over so you could wash your hands in the sink.

“He likes his coffee sickly sweet, make him a latte, two shots of espresso, three sugars. I bought chocolate and caramel syrup, add a spoonful of both.”

You didn’t miss the surprised look Kakucho gave you.

“Who do you think makes the coffee for meetings?” Rolling your eyes, you dried your hands off on a kitchen towel, transferring the omelette to a plate.

“You two are sure you’re fine with me here? I can leave-“

“Man, come on. Y/n made all this food, and they will kill someone if it goes uneaten.”

“You’re lucky you’re even here. Tora talked me out of dumping you on the side of the road.”

Kazutora scoffed, lightly smacking your knee.

“It would be awfully rude!”

Kakucho couldn’t help himself but to laugh.

“You invite murderers to sit at your table often?”

Kazutora let out a throaty laugh, pressing a button to make the espresso as he poured milk into a cup, steaming it.

“I’ve done two rounds in prison for manslaughter and attempted first degree murder. Trust me, we don’t give a shit.”

Kakucho wordlessly nodded, barely even noticing you approaching before a knife was firmly placed against his throat.

“Tell any of the other fuckers my address or my relationship status, and you won’t live to see another day.”

“Y/N! THREATENING MURDER AT THE DINING TABLE IS RUDE!”

. . . next

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a/n: yes, this chapter was fully an excuse to make y/n and kazutora be cute and shit, also to explain their relationship a bit more

[silly-sosij]

Hello! :)

Hello everyone! I'm Nico! I go by he/they/it pronouns, I'm panromantic, asexual and genderfluid (transmasc - agender) I'm a minor and my birthday is in December

I can't really do anything but if you ask for something I will do my best :3

I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing but I'll try my darndest

Things I'm interested in right now:

The Marauders

Voltron

The Magnus Archives

Dead Poets Society

Greek Mythology

Percy Jackson

Ride the Cyclone

Epic: The Musical

Hadestown

Artists i like:

Queen

David Bowie

The Smiths

My Chemical Romance

ABBA

The Cure

Hozier

Ricky Montgomery

Ophelia Wilde

Dennis Korn

Songs I like:

Cemetery Gate - The Smiths

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Dead! - My Chemical Romance

All The Young Dudes - Mott the Hoople

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

Hello Black Dog - Matt Maltese

Mr Brightside - The Killers

Books I like:

Hell Followed With Us

Dead Poets Society

The Iliad

The Odyssey

Metamorphoses

The Song of Achilles

Heartstopper

Silly Information:

My biggest kins across fandoms are Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson), Remus Lupin, Regulus Black (The Marauders), Todd Anderson, Steven Meeks (Dead Poets Society) Mike Crew, Michael Shelly, Sasha James (The Magnus Archives), Ricky Potts, Penny Lamb/Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) Keith (Voltron)

I align with the Vast, the Spiral and the Web, yet the stranger terrifies me so I'd probably be tormented by it.

I ship SpaceDolls so very very much!

I have POTS, chronic pain, I use a cane (see I'm ricky fr - minus the cat sex), autism and adhd :P

I use way too many emoticons :}

This is the most grammar and punctuation you will ever see me use.

I know many a fact (50/50 chance it is 'fun') so I am great at parties >:) (this is a downright lie you cannot take me places)

I read way too much fanfiction to be classified as 'sane'

I will use this site to yap :)

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

[youre-amazing-say-it]

could you do a marvel cast (or the avengers, if you want) x reader where she comes out to them as asexual? thank you! <3

Weird Places

Pairing: Avengers (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker) x reader

Warning: Peter gets a boner, Talk of weird places people have sex (water, Ferris wheel, park), an allusion to toys and ropes, Romeo and Juliet

A/N; I'm sorry if this isn't my best work. I don't identify as asexual so I don't know if this is written well for those who identify as such. Once again my apologies if i offend anyone. 

Fridays are Movie Nights at the Avenger Tower, and you being the newest avenger also meant you got to pick the Movie, and you chose to watch your comfort movie Romeo and Juliet the 1996 version. You thought it was a good pick with the diverse age group you had tonight. The commentary that Steve, Sam, and Bucky provided throughout the movie.

Everything was going great, and then it came to the 1,000-time goodnight scene when you looked to the right of you and saw Peter squirming uncomfortably with a pillow on his lap. And you weren't the only person to notice this. “Dude you have a boner from this?” sam said to the boy. Peter’s Cheek instantly went red, redder than before. “No,” he said as he continued to shift in the sit. You decided to help everyone at that moment, so you reached for the remote and paused it. “I'm hungry so quick snack break,” you announced as you went to the Kitchen to get some refills on popcorn.  You couldn't help but notice the young boy got up and walked quickly to the restroom, his hands right in front of his area. 

“That was the most vanilla shift ever, how does he get turned on by that?” Sam said as he went into the fridge and got himself, Steve and Bucky another beer. “Come on, it's okay. He's young and just got with MJ. He is turned on by anything right now.” Natasha said and she refiled her water. “Now if they were having sex in the water, I would get that.” Bucky said as he opened his beer with his metal hand, “I've done that before in the 40’s, and woo, that is something.” he spoke as he took a swing of his beverage. 

“Sex in water is nothing, Peggy and I once did it in the middle of our run. She was wearing these nice leggings and I couldn't resist.” Steve spoke to the Five of you. Sam let out a quick laugh, “That doesn't compare to a night where my date and I were stuck in a Ferris Wheel cart and did it in there. That was risky, but so goddam GOOD,” he replied. 

The boys and you looked at Natasha, but she just shrugged her shoulders. “Public sex isn't my thing. Besides, you can have more fun in the room. More stuff to play with.” she said with a wink. “What about you Y/n? What is the sexiest place you have done it?” Steve said as he looked at you. 

“Well, you have to be interested in sex to want to have sex.” you quipped back. The boys and Natasha looked at you with confused faces. “What do you mean not interested?” Bucky asked with a look on his face. “I'm asexual,” you spoke and you put fresh popcorn into your mouth.

“Oh, you get romantic feelings but not sexual feelings,” Natasha spoke. “Bingo,” you replied with a wink. “So you never looked at someone and thought ‘I want to bang that person’?” Sam questioned. You laughed as you shook your head, “never did. I thought people were cute and I want to be in a relationship with them. Just not have sex.” you said. “That's cool. Want to go finish the movie?” Steve asked the group. You all grabbed your dishes and made your back to the viewing room where Peter was back on the couch.

“You all good son?” Steve said as everyone laughed along. “Aw come on guys, Parker here is just missing his girl,” you said as you jokingly pinched his cheeks. Peter pushed your hands away from his face. “Shut up Y/n, can we please just finish the movie?” he said with an annoyed look on his face. You turned the movie back, happy to be able to come out of your shell a little more today. 

[captainjamster]

I couldn't get your inclusivity post out of my head, I've been churning that thought in my little brain for hoursss now.

aromanticism is something that's definitely underrepresented.

and nobody can tell me that Kate Laswell or Simon Riley wouldn't be down for a true fwb situation. like come on.

That is such a fantastic shout, you are SO right Berry omfg!! Gosh, if asexuality is underrepresented, I don't even know how to describe aromanticism. My best friend and another close friend are aroace to varying degrees, and I've heard their first-hand accounts of how challenging it can be to understand what they're experiencing with the lack of awareness - especially because you need to know the terms to actually research them further!

Thank you so much for your ask, ahhhhh!! I'm so glad my little brainworm has infected someone else, I've been thinking about this shit for years! It started when I was much younger and unhappy with every damn fanfiction writing the reader as a petite, pretty little thing. And then I thought damn dude, if it's hard for me to find content that validates and represents my fat ass, imagine what it's like for individuals even further outside of conventional norms.

Now, how I think Simon and Kate would react to an aromantic!reader FWB under the cut ;)

Simon? Oh, I think Simon would go so hard for that. Maybe he'd be a little hesitant in the beginning, mistrusting that your confession of aromanticism is a cover to ease him into being vulnerable around you - maybe hoping that once you slept together enough, he'd fall in love with you.

It's not like he thinks people need to love each other to have sex, or that he doesn't believe in aromanticism - it's because as an emotionally reserved man, he's found himself in the position of unexpected (and unwanted) romantic complications with his FWBs too many times for his liking. Some of them end up wanting more than just sex, others get mad when he's not available during deployments, and a couple go so far as to be angry when he sleeps with another FWB.

Once he realises you're truthfully not here to tie him down, you just want to have a good time mutually relieving sexual needs, I think it becomes his favourite FWB situation. It helps that he genuinely likes you as a person, too. For a while during the beginning, he treated you like an on-call service - you came when he requested and he let you out when you were done. He didn't even want you to stick around and chat, minimising any contact that he sees as a potential romantic chance for you.

Yet true to your word, you never share any indication of wanting something more, something romantic with him. You never fought to stay longer, never begged him for more aftercare than he was comfortable providing, never tried to pull his mask off or kiss him. Each time, you thank him for his company with a warm smile and wish him well on his next deployment, if you don't catch him before he leaves. Sometimes on your way over, you'll bring a container of leftovers (or two, or three, as he becomes more comfortable), and when he initially refuses them in suspicion, you just tell him that it's a thank you for offering up his house every time. Although later on, you confess it's also because one time after a long session of post-deployment activities, you opened his fridge for cold water and found it empty, and you didn't want the poor man starving during sex.

Slowly and surely, you defrost the stand-offish, icy and unattractive front he puts up to deter people. He becomes more interested in experimenting during sex with you, even letting go of his instinctual need for control if you ask to take charge. The F of FWB begins to seep into the relationship, and not only does he take interest in you as a person, he begins to share bits of himself. You bond over the frustration of navigating a world where romance is so highly valued, and how taboo it seems to desire a life without the constraints of what society expects. Sharing the unfortunate mishaps of your FWBs is something he particularly enjoys - Simon thought he had it bad until he learnt someone proposed to you after sex, thinking THAT was the thing 'secretly' keeping you back from loving them.

It isn't until maybe over a year, sweaty and pleasantly sore as he watches your head rise and fall against his chest with each breath he takes, that Simon realises he can't quite remember the last time he slept with anyone else. Not only that, but he doesn't really want to sleep with anyone else, either. It's not because he's in love with you - even if he was, he'd never make it your problem. He's just never felt so understood by someone else, let alone a FWB. All he wants is to maintain your friendship (and the benefits it brings) until the relationship runs its course.

----

Now, bringing up KATE? Berry, you're after my own heart, I love that woman to the ends of the earth and you are SO right.

Before Kate meets her wife, you can IMAGINE how stressed that lady is. Her life is work, work, work. As she was climbing the CIA ranks, it's said that Kate desired a female mentor to show her the ropes of retaining her personal life while maintaining respect for her operational judgment, but never found one. I imagine she paved her own road, learnt what works for her (because obviously she meets her wife <3), but she ended up sacrificing a significant amount of her romantic/sexual life.

It's not for a lack of trying, either. Though she certainly tables the idea of romance, she's open to (and sometimes looks explicitly for) FWB arrangements. The problem for Kate is that she wants a long-term situation without it devolving into romance, and unfortunately, all the people she sleeps with end up wanting more. I mean, I'm not blaming them - if it's something open to you, how could you NOT fall in love with her, especially after you've experienced what it's like being the centre of her affection and attention? But for Laswell, it's the biggest thorn in her side. It leaves her frustrated, both sexually and generally - another issue on her plate that she really just doesn't have time for.

When she meets you during another late night drinking, she thinks that it's too good to be true. She's slumped over a bar, nursing a beverage as she watches the soccer football playing in grainy quality behind the bartender, when you take a seat next to her. Unbeknownst to you, she's at her limit with just about everything. Work sucks particularly right now, her last FWB fell through because she refused to let them stay the night, and she's given up on finding another one. She ignores your presence at first, uninterested in entertaining strangers. It doesn't deter you - you don't even disrupt her game to introduce yourself, just order a drink and sit back, entertaining yourself.

By half-time, she can't deny that she's curious – you’ve sat patiently for almost the whole first two quarters, enjoying Kate’s unreturned company as the occasional customer comes or goes. When the bartender slides another drink over to Kate, she takes it with a nod and jerks her head at you, and a drink is slid your way too. The surprise on your face is endearing as you look up, giving her a friendly smile and a thanks. When Kate asks why you’ve been so generous with your company, you just shrug, telling her that she seemed like she could use a friend.

She can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or her frustrations driving her to impulsion, but she takes the bait, falling into a friendly conversation with you that she enjoys far more than expected. It turns out that unlike Kate, you don’t often frequent bars this late, but a hook-up went sour kicked you out and you didn’t quite feel like going home yet. She can’t help but complain about her own struggles in turn, and you quickly bond over unreliable FWBs, the pressures of work, and how hard it is to destress. Time peaks into the early morning hours, football long finished as it’s replaced by the early bird news, and Kate can’t spend any more time away from base so she leaves you with a number to a burner.

Only a week or two passes when you off-handedly mention your aromanticism, and Kate is flooded with ideas that feel selfish, but won’t stop nagging at the back of her mind. If anything, Kate is an opportunist, and she knows a good deal when she sees one. It takes another week, but she finally propositions you – you scratch my itch, I’ll scratch yours. She’s so relieved when you agree, being up front about the conditions of your FWBs, but hesitant to admit it’s the lack of romantic reception that makes the idea so appealing. She hates how your sexuality sounds so convenient for her, but when you tell her that the situation she’s in is equally convenient for you, the guilt lessens a bit.

Unlike Simon, the F comes first in FWB for Kate. She’s emotionally mature, unafraid to vocalise her needs and boundaries and develop a platonic connection with you, nonplussed by the vulnerability that’s inherent to those actions. Sex with her is nothing short of amazing, and it quickly becomes something Kate values sincerely. I’d go as far as to say she falls into a similar place that Simon does, finding herself so content in what the situation can offer her that she doesn’t seek out anyone but you until she meets and falls in love with her wife.

[omniblades-and-stars]

🍕 ❤️ 💚 🧠 for Korak and Crash pls I’m having a weird day and they’re comfort characters for me

I'll bring you the good stuff for our beloved saints Crash and Korak just for you Korbs.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Crash: I already answered this elsewhere, but now I am on my phone because I have to pretend to do my job, so I will copy it here.

"There is an elcor street food vendor on Omega that serves the best food out of a giant pot that Crash has ever tasted. She doesn't know what's in it (he must have told her a hundred times, but she's pretty sure it changes every time), but it's delicious."

Korak: OK, I made up a food one time and I can't even remember if I fucking named it because of who I am as a person. Basically, it's like a goulash, heavy on that one little snippet of world building Bioware gave us about there being a spice called ignac native to Khar'Shan, and full of all sorts of delightfully weird alien veggies. Korak is also quite fond of sukiyaki he's found.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Crash: I gave an answer for Crash already, but she's such a joyful person, let's hit you with another. (I am coming up with this off the dome by the way.)

There was a young turian kid living on Omega who she knew well because his family lived in the same building as she did and he was often left unattended (latch key kid sort of situation). One day he comes to her crying because he can't find his ragged little stuffed varren toy.

Well, she went looking for it and found it pretty easily, the little scamp had dropped it just outside and it had gotten kicked out of the footpath. But instead of just giving it right back to him, she set up a little adventure/mystery for him to go on with her to rescue his toy.

They went mucking through the jungles of Sur'Kesh (the back alley behind the mega-complex) but alas! He was not there! So they trudging through the deserts of Tuchanka (an abandoned lot in front of an empty warehouse) and broke into the crumbling ruins of the evil krogan warlord's secret base (the warehouse) where they had a very intense imaginary battle to rescue the stuffed animal. Burn took a nasty wound to the snout, but our little turian hero was there to save the day and patch him up!

The best thing about this story is that her little buddy grew up and got off the station before it dragged him down or killed him like it so often does for so many others.

Korak: The first Nos Astra sunrise that Korak saw when he and Aumellio left Omega behind together. It was a simple thing. They were staying in a cheap hotel, didn't even have a place to actually live yet, all of their possessions condensed into a few not very large boxes. But leaning against a balcony rail together, watching a new beginning literally light up before them.

Cheap hotel coffee tastes really good when there's hope on the horizon.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Crash: You know, it's an interesting thing to think about, how krogan perform gender. The examples we get canon-wise in game, krogan society is deeply gendered at least culturally. The women have their own clans, their own spiritual practices even. Crash rejected all of that. She left Tuchanka which it seems like not very many krogan women do. She wears armor and has no desire to live like the women on her homeworld do. But she still identifies as "female" for whatever that might mean. If we base all of what we know of krogan females on Urdnot Bakara, one might say she's gender non-conforming at the very least.

Though I suspect all of this is just another failure on Bioware's part to include non-cis-male aliens in their initial world building.

Crash is firmly asexual and aromantic. (She does however like romance stories but she won't tell you that.)

Korak: Korak is a cis dude, and he's very much a gay man. There's not a lot to elaborate on there, he's a pretty simple guy.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Fuck how am I supposed to choose?

Crash: I think my favorite thing about Crash is how sure she is of herself and her joy. She made a conscious decision a very long time ago to live in a way that made her happy, made her feel fulfilled, and she does it with all of her hearts because she knows she's doing what she wanted all along.

Korak: My favorite thing about Korak is that he's actually a bit of a sweetheart and he's so lost trying to be a good dad, but goddammit he is giving it all he's got.

Plus he's kind of a hunk.

[something-awful1]

my thoughts while rewatching all of Helluva Boss in honor of the S2 trailer PT 5 (getting this one out last minute let's goooo)

WESTERN ENERGY - i remember this one :/ - i hate andrealphus oh my god - dude the tone of this is so off - how is bro staying on this horse he's like levitating - blitzo's little laugh omg pop off brandon rogers - reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally can't say that word anymore - i hate this goat's voice - oh it's vivienne - this song is so bad kill me now - no cause i actually hate the pacing of this episode - oooo classism, how fun - bro why did the dude call moxxie "queer boy" im sobbing - this dialogue kill me now - i don't even have words i hate this - i feel like this scene is only here bc A) they wanted ed bosco to sound sexy B) they're not allowed to show what happens during the full moon - hate this sequence - hate it - am i the only one who thought andrealphus talking to his sister the way he does it... kinda weird? like it gives me such a weird vibe - "you're so lucky you're attractive" WHAT THE FUCK - your sister is not your "fiery vixen" stfu elsa - okay but bryce pinkham is popping off again he makes this episode worth watching - dude this episode is so heavily censored what's happening - EW THE FIGHT SEQUENCE MAKES ME WANNA KMS OMG - i hate the music change - idk why watching moxxie fight is so visually satisfying though - "hey let's play a game! how many times can we make the same sex joke over and over again in one episode?" -vivienne, probably - how does such a bad episode have such a good ending. like genuinely i'm so mad about this because the whole "stolas got hurt?" thing and the hospital scene at the end is so PERFECT and if the episode were just written better, it would've been amazing

UNHAPPY CAMPERS - i kinda like the opening sequence ngl - perfectionist moxxie, we stan - okay but like... why did they choose to be siblings - this is.... so cringe - dude the double standard is CRAAAZY - i hate this number so much kill me now - like we wanted millie to get a solo but.... not this. god, not this - HELP WHY IS THE "moxxie sobbing uncontrollably" SUBTITLE SO FUNNY TO ME - i'm so lost - "child screams in futility" - this is a cool fight sequence though - tf is this song - HELP THE CAPTIONS - "like it's so graphic" "there goes the tube top" "exhibitionism activated" I'M SOBBING - stop being mean to moxxie where did the truth seekers character development go OOPS - love the opening music - guys alex brightman is at it again - imagine betting flustered by your own dirty comment OZZIE - DICKS IN THE VAN - queives >>> - i love this episode, like i'm not gonna have a lot of commentary because i just wanna watch it - were those condoms that just flew out of his pants? - "birdy babe" i love him omg - OWL IN A CAGE INSTRUMENTAL SPOTTED - wow ngl kinda ballsy to play a video sent by fizz in front of stolas, ozzie - wow these two are both like... idiots - they both have like... the worst kept secrets in hell - help i love the dialogue in this episode so much - wow blitzo would EAT at pool - i remember everyone theorizing for YEARS about the fire and when this episode came out we weren't even surprised because we got it right so we were all like.... "yeah" - "fizz fighty sounds" - real ones remember "i'm getting paid to write this" - YALL READY FOR ONE OF THE BEST SONGS IN THE SERIES - yeah i said it, look at this is one of the best - it's up there with owl in a cage and you will be okay - why is it always "wyd" and never "THE SECRET TO BITCOIN COMPUTERS AND MICROCHIPS-" - crimson's confused face during the italian bit is so funny - ALESSIO DOES A MOM HAND AT CRIM - stiker going slowly insane is so cool to watch omg - stan asexual king striker - "get fucked little one" are we talkin to the lawyer dude or fizz... - i love that episode so much MAMMON'S MUSICAL MID SEASON WHATEVER THE FUCK - YALL I AM SO TIRED - so exhausted - fuck you mammon - written by vivienne medrano - i have no thoughts i just love this episode - like the pacing is SO GOOD - i need a therapist fizzy ngl - "if you wanna fuck em' you can!" and then IMMEDIATELY says "fizzy for the kids" i'm sobbing - "royal big man" BLITZO I LOVE YOU - HOUSE OF ASMODEUS INSTRUMENTAL SPOTTED - okay but ozzie's "undercover" outfit.... doesnt eat - OKAY MAMMON HAS SOME AMAZING SOUND EFFECTS WHY COULDN'T WE DO THAT FOR ALASTOR IN HAZBIN - i love this dialogue so much - i hated juggling iz cool when i first heard it but it grew on me - it's catchy - ill be honest i don't really get the clown contest thing - cue the cutest sequence in any helluva episode ever - i can't put into words how much i love the asl scene - sir your ass is out - klown bitch also grew on me after a while - BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY I DON'T GET THE CLOWN COMPETITION??? LIKE THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY, RIGHT? RIGHT? WHY IS IT JUST A CONCERT - literally zoned out through the entirety of crooked - like it's okay but they deserved a WAAAAAAY better number - THIS SONG SLAPS THOUGH - TWO MINUTES NOTICE HAS MY HEART - literally zoned out for all of this i should sleep omg - blitzo is out here asking the important questions

I'M FINALLY DONE

happy full moon ya'll <3

[tommy2020]

Things I Should Not Have Been Told By Group Home Staff

-“You should watch! It’s good practice for when you’re with _____!” (After me saying I was uncomfortable with s3x scenes in movies)

-“You know, if you don’t do that stuff with him, he’ll find it elsewhere.” (After explaining that I was asexual.)

-“If I was mad, I’d do shit like this!” (She threw a chair and sent us into a flashback.)

-“You don’t look like a boy.” (After telling them yeah, I’m a trans dude. And they proceeded to call me she no matter how many times I or others corrected them.)

-“Do I need to call someone to come pick you up?” (Referring to the cops. I was reporting an abusive staff member and was getting SLIGHTLY angry when I wasn’t listened to about it.)

-“Maybe you need to go to a hospital, is that what you want?” (See above scenario.)

-Made a lot of s3xual jokes in front of/to/about me.

-“You’re lucky you’re not worth me losing my job.”

-*silent treatment for hours on end*

They would also watch extremely s3xual movies around me, including a good few with SA scenes in them. It did not matter if I was uncomfortable, because of course not, right?

BTW during all of this I was still very much a minor. So yeahhh.

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what Chapter 3

Masterpost of chapters

(Cw: There's a short Remus section towards the end with imagined violence and references to sex)

Etymology, psychology, Hauntology. These were all topics that Janus adored and he'd managed to fit them all into a single essay assignment. He should be bursting with the urge to write about it, But he wasn't.

He was sitting in bed with an empty word document open in front of him. Even though it was nearing noon he still hadn't changed from his night time clothes and a headache was building at his temples from staring at the screen for so long.

The thing was that he could clearly see in his mind each sentence he wanted to write to the point that he could vizualise every word one after the other. It was only when it came to actually moving his fingers to type it out that he froze. All his teachers had always-

"Dude! I think I just found even more proof that def proves that the occult is real!" Virgil exclaimed while barging in through the door.

Virgil's voice was constantly hoarse and he always smelled slightly of coffee and cigarettes even though Janus had never actually seen him smoke. While he carefully closed the door behind him his black bangs hung down in front of his eyes, like if the monster from the ring had short hair, and his overly big hoodie loosely clutched around his shouldero like usual. He always looked like he'd either sprinted away from a tornado just now or hidden away like a mouse for 5 hours.

He was a man who desperately wanted to slouch until he was invisible stuck in the body of a tall, boney and annoyingly noticeable man.

"Ough...I wasn't uhh interrupting you was I?" he asked when he noticed Janus sitting with the word document open.

Janus immediately closed the laptop and threw it aside "most definitely not! In fact I have done absolutely nothing today except for wait for someone to disrupt me"

"Great. Okay so dude I was checking up on some of my normal paranormal sites yeah? And I found this video. Definitive proof I'm telling you"

While Virgil took out his phone to show him Janus moved the blanket on the bed aside to make room for the other man to crawl under. (Like they always had done when they were kids). Though Viv just took an awkward look at Jan before sitting down on the floor with his back leant against the bed so Jan had to lean over his shoulder to see the video.

It was some grainy cctv footage taken of a parking lot during a late night. A seemingly normal person walked past but stopped by a random part of wall far away in the distance. After a few seconds it sort of looked like the person walked through the wall and disappeared.

"See? Ghosts!"

"Oh please, I could manually count the amount of pixels in that video. It's just a trick of the light. Besides Virge your source evaluation is horrible, it could be an edited youtube video for all you know"

"Right. let me just get a peer reviewed paper out about this 20 second video out real quick"

"I'd be one of the peer reviewers if you asked me to" Janus replied with a smile.

"Duh dude. I know you would be. Not like you have anything better to do"

Jan fake gasped "A daring accusation! A proper rude one as well! For your information my schedule is incredibly packed!"

"Yeah yeah" He waved his hand around while rolling his eyes "Anyway, I got an update on that ufo sighting as well"

--

The morning after Remus had fed he woke up in a groggy haze with his eyes all in blur and with his head feeling like it had been stuffed with cotton. Roman had been sitting beside his bed but as soon as she saw that her brother had woken up she left without even giving him a chance to say anything.

Instead Remy had stayed by his side for the rest of the morning, or the equivalent to morning that hell had. They hadn't asked about the feeding or what had happened afterwards. They had just laid down next to him in bed and started telling him about the latest gossip and drama between the various succubi.

Eventually Remus put on some background music, (an experimental band from the rage circle that used stuff like bones and bottles of piss as instruments), and started making paper-war machines while listening to them talk. He only butted in with a comment or dirty joke every now and then, the important thing was that they knew he was listening.

"Soo like yeah girlie. That's the tea. Their breakup was so messy they both got sent to heaven. Fucking rough. Think that's all for now. Wanna switch?"

"Yayayay! Ranting time"

The friends swiftly changed positions so Remy chose the music (they put their hand against the speaker so they could feel the bass) and Remus set aside his paper makings to focus on rambling and stimming. He began to tell them about the latest torture methods he'd come up with which included showing them the paper models he'd made of the torture devices.

'But like who you torturing?

'Humans! Oh and angels!"

'Not angeeelllss' Remy pouted a little 'They're so cute'

'Your whole brain is a tumor dude'

'Even with a tumor brain i would still be hotter than you.....Also what's a like tumor?'

Remus shone up at the chance to explain 'Well to make a long story longer it was discovered in-'

'Great girl just keep talking just like that' Remy laid down with their head against his chest and closed their eyes with a relaxed smile playing on their lips.

"You can't even read my lips from the- Eh whatever. Imma just keep ranting" He laid his arms around their back and kept talking.

Remy could still remember the sound of Emile's voice but by the time the twins appeared they had long since been deaf. If they focused really hard they could sort of make out an idea of what Remus' voice should be like. The way his chest heaved in for heavy breaths bretween quick and jumbled sentences. They way his neck and throat moved when he spoke. The amount of lip movement he did.

They liked to think of his voice as shrill and annoying in the best way. His voice should be quite high in constrast to Roman's deeper though just as expressive voice.

It took Remus poking at them several times for them to actually open their eyes again and to their happy surprise they saw that Emile had come back. They could read on his lips that he said "The new puppy hell hounds were so precious! You two really have to go see them later"

"Sup slut" Remy greeted while wrapping their hand around their partner's tie to bring him closer.

"Hi honey" He gave them a quick kiss before letting himself be pulled down beside them. Remus immediately showed him the war machines he'd made out of paper and Emile complimented the creativity of it all.

Emile laid his hand against the speaker and felt the bass of the music his lover had choosen. He knew one of Remy's favorite things still was music (no matter how many times demons made snarky jokes about how ironic it was) so whenever his lover put something on he at least tried to 'listen' to it in the same way they did. He let himself feel the instruments pump up from his hand into the rest of his body and let the words being sung melt into melodies of the bass.

'I like this song'

'Yeah duh babe. It's Carly Rae Jepsen, you always like love her....As should everyone'

'I think I saw some demons in the uhmm....whichever ring it was, it sounded similar to hers'.

Remus started to smack his tail against the ground out of boredom as he noticed the couple zoning out into their own little conversations.

It was like watching an old married couple that had slowly grown entangled into each other. Lungs and bones slowly morphing together over the years. Sometimes Remus caught Remy humming on cartoon intros even though they couldn't name the cartoon if asked and even though Emile prefered not to eat or drink he still argued that decaf was the worst kind of coffee one could ever drink whenever it was brought up.

Unlike the succubi Emile didn't have a tail nor the ability to conjure wings. His horns were shiningly light pink and frayed at the ends as if small thorns were protuding out. His skin was so dark it made his smile look like stars in the night sky while his clothes were always in light shades of orange, brown and pink making him look like he was stuck in an outwashed version of the 60s.

He was "Like sooo much man. A lot of man" as Remy put it and when asked said he'd worked as an earth observer some half century and a bit ago which was why he knew so much about humans....Well knew and knew. He'd spent most of his time observing the rise of Disney, Hanna Barbera and animated films and had gotten really into psychology and medicine after having a nasty walk in with Sigmund Freud at a party. He still argued that Remy had been the inspiration for the Sleepy dwarf in Snow white.

"Hi Ro-Ro!" Emile waved as he saw Roman come into the sleeping quarters.

She gave the tiniest of waves back to him before adverting her eyes as far away from her brother as she could. The other three demons watched as she basically jogged past to get to her bed.

"There he comes"

Roman quickly grabbed a change of clothes and jogged out of the room again without even passing another glance to them.

"Aaaand there she goes"

'silent treatment huh' Remy signed to Remus.

'Perfect time to annoy him'

'Pretty sure it's objectivly not' Emile added in.

'What does he know. He goes on and on bla bla bla about how much he enjoys humans' Remus mimicked barfing 'But he's never even eaten enough food to take a shit! I have! I am basically connected to humanity now! The shit is what brings us toge-'.

'Okay gross. Too gross. Go girl. Get outa here'.

There was a mischevious grin on Remus' face as he jumped from the bed and skidadadled out of the room. The couple looked at each other, Emile sighed to which Remy shrugged.

"HeY! Hey! HEY! HEY!" Remus repeated as he ran up alongisde his brother. He kept shouting into her ear even though she did her best to not give any reaction. "Whatcha doing? Where you going? Why you such a pisshat?"

"Can I just get like one day without you" Roman finally replied.

".....Hmmm...Lemme think.....No! Why are you even pissed at me? I didn't even put any bugs in your clothes this time"

Roman stopped midstep and turned to him "I was having a really nice time you know, until I felt you being all miserable and had to come get you because you can't do the job we are literally created for"

"I didn't ask you to come get me??? Dude?? You're blaming me for your own shit"

"Was I just supposed to-" Roman took a deep breathe and looked away again. His hands started to fix the ends of his shirt to have something to distract himself "I'm not gonna do this today! I'm not! I have a really nice dinner with a historian planned and he will listen to me when I gush about historic eras and it will be good and nice and then we're going to see a broadway show and I won't let you destroy that for me!....Bitch!"

"A date with a human" Remus let up into a toothy grin "Sounds a bit patton-ish to me"

"Don't! I am not breaking any rules! I love human culture! I've never loved a single specific human and you know that! Don't you compare me that- that traitor!"

"It's more fun if I do though"

Roman kept walking towards the door to earth "I'm not letting you do this today!"

"You're no fun!" Remus yelled back as his brother slammed the door shut behind him.

--

"I think it should be ethically okay for me to shoot people with an eye laser if they stare at me for too long" Janus muttered out.

He and Virgil were sitting in the corner of the college classroom as hidden away as possible while listening to a lecture on philosophy. Viv had managed to pull Jan out of bed with the threat that he would definitely get failed at this class if he didn't at least show up physically every now and then.

If Virgil wasn't taking notes he either got anxious about forgetting anything important later, or worse, the teacher getting mad at him. Even though he was an adult man who shouldn't get anxious about not meeting the expectations of authority figures. Honestly Viv's obsessive note taking was probably half the reason Janus was still getting through his classes.

An essay should have been turned in to this class a week ago which Janus hadn't even though he could recite it nearly perfectly in his brain.

"A simply lie would do don't you think. College professors are usually nice like that. Not like our middle school teachers" Janus continued to mutter.

"Dude you were just taking the piss to see how far your lying could get you"

"And it got me some very nice stars in my margin! Thank you very much!"

Janus sent his friend a leering smile to which Virgil just rolled his eyes in return.

"Maybe I should have just let you fail this class as well" Viv teased.

"Aw but you loooove me" He made kissy noises while moving to lean his head against his friend's arm but Virgil scooted further away before he could.

The class ended and Virgil sat back and begrudingly watched as Janus hurried to the front of class to talk to the professor. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop Jan even if he tried.

After just a minute or so Janus returned "I got an extension time of two weeks. I told him my poor mum had caught a bad case of tubercolous and I had been faaar too busy taking care of her to have time to finish the essay"

"Your mum is rolling in her grave"

"If we have the same genetics I am quite sure she is cheering me on actually. I'm just the most innocent man there ever was"

"You wanna go to the library and work on it with me? I have thought of the perfect path of getting from here to the library while still stopping by a shop to get coffee While being seen by the least people AND the coffee shop allows app orders. It's a lifesaver"

"Would love to because there is certaintly no chance in the slightest that I will keep procrastinating"

"Obviously dude. Procrastination are what libraries are for"

--

Remus thought once again what humans flesh must taste like. The only time he'd taken a step into a library or ever used a human phone were both times to try and look up what it would taste like.

He thought about the blood spilling out and the veins bursting. He thought about the skin ripping open and giving way to fat and bone. He thought about if that could feed him instead of having to do this stupid fucking succubus shit.

The human had requested oral sex and he'd obliged even though he vastly prefered doing as little as possible because then he could zone out and think about something more pleasant. He had his mouth around the human's genitalia and the image of him twisting his teeth and ripping their genitalia away filled his mind.

He hated the feeling of the human's hands grabbing him. He hated their stupid hotel rooms and their stupid cars constantly making noise and the stupid fan in the background and the stupid overly bright lights and the stupid fuzzy carpets and the stupid perfume they wore and he hated it he hated it hated it. He didn't understand how Roman could love any of this. Any of them.

Bile filled his throat before the human filled it. He choked and sputtered and pushed away to spit it out on the fuzzy carpet. The human requested something else and he followed along. Selfish selfish beings always wanting more. It made their job too easy.

The human was wearing a cross necklace and when it touched his skin it burned. He gnarled like a wounded animal but the human didn't notice. He wished he could hurt them, even just a little. Like how they always pulled his hair and dragged their nails across his skin and spat and slapped and choked. God, sometimes he thought maybe being sent to heaven would be worth it if he just got to mutilate one of them.

-

The human was long gone when Roman entered the hotel room. He looked around for his brother but all he saw was a messy bed and an emptied out mini fridge. His brother must have forged himself on everything, including the plastic wrappers containing the candy. He nearly stepped on a piece of broken glass and groaned as he realized Remus had attempted to crush and eat a bottle again.

"Dukey I already told you that it isn't safe to eat glass or plastic!" She called out to the empty room before deciding to look in the bathroom.

She pushed the door aside and it gave way so easily it nearly fell from it's hinges. Her brother was sitting slumped over in the bathtub with the water up to his ankles and only his socks on. He was repeatedly lighting matches before throwing them in the water to see them fizzle out. Dozens upon dozens of matches were floating like dead fish in the bathtub.

"..Hey" Roman's voice softened if just a little.

Remus turned to her and his eyes were glassy and his face red. A piece of his hair was missing, probably burnt away by one of the matches. She knew what kind of night this would be.

"Let's get you cleaned up" Ro said before putting his arms under his brother's armpits to try and pull him up from the bathtub. Even though he got grossed out by angels he conjured just the tiniest of wings to help give him the strenght needed to pull Remus to a half stand at least. "I would prefer if I didn't have to be your knight in shitty armor all the time you know"

Remus slurred something out about flesh and Roman tried not to reel at the heavy scent of alcohol. He really had emptied the full fridge. She also did her best to not gag at how greasy and sweaty his hair was even when it got pressed against her nice historically accurate corset.

She tried to make him put on his clothes again but gave up as he slumped over like a ragdoll every time she didn't activly hold him up with all her strenght. She settled on putting her coat around him and hoped he wouldn't get too cold.

There was a wound on his hand that blistered and bubbled. Roman got the urge to hug him but reminded himself that Remus was an adult who had to learn his actions had consequenses and that he couldn't be coddled all the time.

"How many times are you going to burn yourself you stUPID-" She stopped herself when her speech turned into a yell and took a deep breathe "You know what happens! You don't have to experiment about it anymore! It's just the same wound every time! I'm going to have to drag you to Emile to get you patched up now! Are you happy!? Do you just want to give me another headache!? Why can you never make yourself sober once you're drunk! You neVER-"

She got close to yelling again and decided it was best to just not speak too much. She held her arm around his shoulders while muttering the phrase to open the door to hell.

".....Even if I don't always like you....I still love you.....You're aware of that right?" She mumbled out while helping him forward.

He just let out another slurred sentence about flesh.

--

"I get worried someone has put a hex on me late at night when I can't sleep y'know? I know it's illogical but it still gives me the hibbie jibbies" Virgil said.

"'Hibbie jibbies' huh? If I had the chance to hex someone I would do it. No hesitation" Janus replied.

It was close to 3 am and they were using one of the college's shared bathrooms as a make-do hair salon. Viv was standing leant over with his head in the sink. At the top of his head his naturally golden blonde hairhad started to peak through so he had to destroy it as quick as possible. Janus was sitting on the sink counter and had plastic gloves on to help massage the black hair dye into Virgil's hair.

"Who would you hex if you could?"

Janus without any second to think immediately said "Billionares. World leaders. Those sorts of people"

"Fair. Fair"

"Dear you're gonna get black dye on your hoodie if you don't-"

Virgil flinched away as Janus moved to lower his hoodie. He backed off so quickly black dye dripped down from his wet hair onto the entire sink.

His hair hung in thick bangs over his eyes as he spat out "It's fine! I got like 20 of these hoodies" He let out a yawn to seem nonchalant "Can you help me out with that" He waved at the now stained sink "I have to shower this out"

"...Sure"

Janus watched as his friend went into one of the showers and drew the sickly blue curtain between them. His bare ankles could still be seen with his light blonde leg hair peeking through. His veins were so noticeable through his pale skin and Janus got stuck watching the way the muscles in his feet moved and how the skin stretched over the bones as he undressed. He stuck his arm out from the curtain and held out his hoodie and boxers.

"Could you ta-"

"No problem" Janus interrupted while taking the clothes.

He folded the hoodie before using all of the paper left in the paper dispenser to try and clean the hair dye stains away. The sound of the shower running filled the room.

Correlation does not imply causation. Janus knew that very well and yet in moments like these he couldn't help but think that a distance had started growing between him and Virgil ever since he came out as gay. The last thing Jan wanted was his straight (and only) friend to get all paranoid over him making a move. The last thing he wanted was to lose him.

Janus and the notoriously straight Virgil are now open for asks!

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

So. Pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

As I said, I went to Pride yesterday. I left my flat around 10:30 and got home around 23:30 so it sure was a day. I went with a lil group and it was a lot of fun. It was a canal float, and some people were on a boat. I also knew some other people on other boats and as someone said, it is so much more fun to watch this float when you know people. Heck, I’ve never cared so much about a boat from a big company before, especially after the person I know talked about how much this company actually does for queer visibility. (His partner, on the other hand, has to handle Corporate Pinkwashing in his Big Company.)

It was a sunny day and after some walking around we found a great spot on the grass, shaded, between trees. Maybe not the best view, but we could move to the front if we wanted to and my rainbow picnic blanket was *chef’s kiss*. Apart from watching boats, we also just had a lot of fun. Sometimes we even discussed more serious topics regarding Pride, cause after all, Pride is a party and a protest and it’s fun that it can be both. So we discussed privilege regarding pinkwashing, kink and sex positivity, queer history and symbolism (and I introduced everyone to my favourite version of the rainbow flag: Gilbert Baker’s 2017 Lavender Flag).

But one thing I kept saying is that as fun as the float is (and it is), the best part is that everyone is so visibly queer. People are decked out. Queerness is so diverse. There are people of all ages, sizes, genders, etnicities etc. I was particulary touched by seeing queer elders, but ALSO by queer kids. And people were just so joyous. As someone said, for once, queerness is the norm. Again, some people were decked out. I saw someone in a unicorn onesie and a rainbow flag as a cape, and someone who straight up worse a rainbow shopper. So many variantions of rainbow clothing. But also people who only pinned a little flag to their shirt. Or had socks with a rainbow accent. Or painted a little flag. Even the littlest things make you feel seen. After the float, everyone goes into town and it’s just so calming to see visible queerness in “normal” settings, you know?

And oh so many flags. Rainbow, lesbian, bi, pan, non-binary, ace, genderfluid, genderqueer, kink, bear.... toothpaste.

Some higlights include:

Someone holding up a sign that says “Nijntje (Miffy) wants trans rights!”

The intersex boat had an artist up front in a purple bodysuit and she was dancing around with huge shiny yellow wings, basically performing the intersex flag and it was STUNNING.

Speaking of WINGS, someone wore huge inflatable rainbow dragon wings. Simon Snow core.

As an asexual who hates being used by puritans, you bet your ass I always cheer loudly when I see a boat full of kinksters. Hope y’all stay hydrated in all this weather!

Speaking of a gatekeep-y puritan’s worst nightmare, there was a boat that flew multiple flags INCLUDING the ace and kink one and one dude in a puppy play mask waved to a small child, who cheerfully waved back and it was very wholesome.

I was also very happy to see MBO/ROC here, cause in my city, these educational institutions are a touchy subject (in the rare occurance that my queer organisation works together with them, we are placed by security since the institutions expect uhhhh violence towards us 😬) so it is good to show that there are queer people in these places.

The LGBT Asylum boat passed a group of Ugandan people, who were showing support for queer people in Uganda, and it was great that they all felt seen.

After the last official boat, a smaller boat with the organisation sailed after the others. It was so cool, cause people started yelling, cheering and applauding. One person screamed “THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!” repeatedly. I don’t think the organisation expected it, cause they were seated but when people started cheering, they slowly got up to wave at everyone.

I also met up with someone I haven’t seen in 5 years or so and I am so happy I did.

Oh, I was interviewed about my outfit. Wack.

We ended the day with ordering pizza in a park and fuck yeah I love spinach on my pizza.

And then, there is always the end. The moment you leave your bubble. Flags are put in bags. Coats are used to cover lavish outfits. Glitter is being scraped off, but I didn’t take off my stuff, mostly out of laziness, and a random dude on the train was so supportive and it was nice, and he asked about the ace flag and the enby flag that others still had on their faces and you know what I hope that guy has a nice day.

There’s probably more, but this is what I think of at the top off my head. I love being queer, y’all. Happy Pride.

[sillylittlevulpine]

I swear, I sometimes have a hard time trying to find posts that explain my feelings for Ardyn as someone that's Asexual.. gotta make my own!

I have a terribly FERAL need to throw myself into this man's arms and just be held tightly and close. Be able to just lay there and close my eyes, feeling completely safe.

The NEED to experience small gestures of non-sexual intimacy.

-Things like braiding his hair

- Long reassuring hugs when I'm having a bad day and just crying my eyes out

-Sitting next to him as he drives, cuddled into his side as he's got one arm around me late at night. Maybe falling asleep there

(dudes car has no middle console, the front is all seat. I'm taking the spot closest to him, THANK YOU)

- Sharing our food and drinks. (Head canon that he's not too bad of a cook. He's no Ignis, but he's pretty good at it still)

- Incredibly DEEP conversations that last till early morning hours that are so open and honest that they go unparalleled by anyone else's. Philosophical ones, explanations of deep desires, worries, love, heartbreak, and dreams.

- Sitting outside in the grass, head in his lap, staring at the clouds. And soaking up the sunshine

- Sitting in his lap and drawing in my sketchbook with his arms wrapped around my midsection, his head on my shoulder, as he watches me. Maybe have him make comments now and again with his thoughts on my work

- Taking and wearing his jacket when I'm cold, and cuddling into it. Guys I'm 5'1".. that thing is gonna be HUGE on me and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it.

(Also...this particular idea right here is in the midst of being turned into an art piece and is halfway done I kid you not)

I want to keep going but it's 1:30 AM and I should be sleeping...and I had been sleeping but I woke up. And I was FEELING some feelings OK??? I wanted them out of my brain.

I mean they aren't actually leaving my brain, just get some peace knowing I'm expressing them.

Don't be surprised if I reblog this and add to it when I get up. I probably will.

[randomcontentdude]

Recap #1

Alright so let’s start with the recap of everything that’s gone on since I left this blog. This was last updated in mid 2020. And originally I think this was supposed to be an emotional output for me to expel everything that I was feeling at the time. So I think we should retake it from there. The quarantine restrictions started to lift up and so I started seeing some of my friends again, I also “relaxed” my curls for the first time which later led to me dying it blue like every queer teen has to. 2020 didn’t have many interesting stuff if I’m honest. I guess an anecdote to tell is new years 2020-21: we spent the holidays at a friend’s of my mom, since she lived right in front of the beach so it was very convenient cause it also was a private neighbourhood, meaning no cops to enforce the lockdown. This friend of my moms has a daughter that’s like 10 years older than me, she’s very bohemian and artsy and alt and fucking unbearable but at the time I thought she was so cool because she was featured in the Converse instagram account of our country. It was a very quick dynamic of meeting someone with a mindset more similar to mine irl but very quickly realising i didn’t really liked her all that much and that at the end, she wasn’t all that cool.

2021 came in and I was flashing my brand new blue hair and a very cute eating disorder. I’ll never forget the first time I tried to go 24h without eating: I had to take my dog for a walk before lunch and I almost fainted in the process, right after the walk I had an awful diarrhoea and that’s when I started to regulate slowly the amount of food I ate. I won’t go into any more details because I don’t believe it’s relevant, it’s information I will always remember myself and this is not one of those sick ED blogs, I’m not promoting it under any circumstances even if it’s something that I still look up to nowadays. But I’m precipitating myself. 2021 started and with it another year of online school, I knew I had no chance to meet no one and had just one virtual friend at this point, who had been with me since 2017 and we now live in the same city. But at this moment in time is where I decided that I was gonna use the internet to start meeting people, as an underaged kid I had to use alternate methods to the ones adults use and I’m not going to mention all of them because some of these platforms are or were used mostly to engage in inappropriate activity amongst underage kids and this can make it quite easy for predators to contact with teens that are already looking for weird stuff. But something I used to do was starting conversations in the comments of post of topics I was interested on and dming the people I started talking to and engaged on actual conversations on said interest. There also was this app called bottled that sent messages to random people and then you could start chatting. But going back to the issue here. I was still very underaged when I decided to start engaging into this flirtatious interaction ma with other boys, and it all started as just casual flirting and joking until one day I was talking to this dude and he said he was gonna shower, to which I jokingly answered “send pics”. He actually did. I was walking my dog at the moment, but when I went back home I started reciprocating and that lead to a videocall. We kept talking for like three more days and then he send a long ass message explaining that he wasn’t ready for a relationship and talking as if we were in love which was very funny to me cause we had only been talking for a few days and always thought for us to just be sexting and I think he just wanted to move on but didn’t know how to and decided to make up that about deep feelings. I kept sexting with all these boys over the course of the following months, I’ve got a few funny stories. This guy who had a micropenis but somewhy turned me so much, a Eastern European that turned to be asexual but kept talking to me cause ig he liked me but didn’t really want anything, we never sexted but that was complicated emotionally speaking. There was a “straight” Serb that was very kinky. A cute Moldovan that sent nudes for the first time to me, I always think about him and how guilty I feel about that. This dude from qatar that thought being gay was a sin and offered to buy me a gift card once for getting a good grade on a test. This guy that was very very cute, severely autistic and wanted to sext for like 6 hours every day, I couldn’t do it no more, but it was also interesting cause he could suck his own dick. And finally, there was this guy from Minnesota, I actually liked him, we were sorta dating and I couldn’t do it anymore with other guys after yknowing him, I was devastated when I cutter him off, I couldn’t handle his absence no more, he became distant and I can tell he had some issues of his own but it was hard for me to get attached to him from such a distance yet feeling he wasn’t there really. He was very hurt too when things ended. After him, I only ever did that stuff with this boy I met on instagram, but we still do it sometimes but we are also friends, we were already friends when things started.

Alright, I’ll be back later today hopefully to finish the recaps or at least add a bit more but this is the end of my cyber-slut era and I think I can ficus and some other things for the next post.

[malpractice-morale]

so fun stuff fun stuff i have an ace pride pin on my pencil case and that is just about as open as i am about identifying as asexual due to my whole "a single-word label is never able to fully encompass the range of complex self-understanding and emotions of a person" approach to gender and sexuality and i really really don't want to get into the whole asexuality thing in relation to my own identity because that is wayyyy too closely linked to the darker parts of my personal history and i really don't need anybody to know. so subtlety it is, because i am also of the belief that it makes for a good nod to anybody who cares enough to even know the flag on the pin. but i have a friend who is ace too and with whom i have had that talk about my personal experiences around sex and attraction and just general intimacy and tactility but she has very little awareness that, while nominally open about my identity, i do in fact keep very quiet about it because i dont. want. people. to. ask.

cue to me handing her my pencil case fully aware that the pride pin is on there and she sometimes doesnt consider what she is saying and her immediately almost word for word repeating our conversation about it (not getting into personal history, but still quoting my approach to attraction (namely the "i dont swing at all" annecdote/quote from aftg because i am lame like that and it just fits as a description)) and a guy who i am fairly sure has a middling to major crush on me (which is weird for ANOTHER whole host of reasons) but who is also the most respectful person that i know is sitting right in front of me for all of that.

additional fun fact: i like my personal space, i am really picky about who i am okay with touching and that doesn't always correlate to whether or not i like people, that's a whole thing too.

additional additional fun fact: i have another whole THING™ about only telling people if they ask because i don't owe anybody my identity and asexuality allows the comfort of not needing to communicate to the people i am attracted to as there aren't any. and i don't care otherwise because, again, me and my (sort of involuntary) label have an ambivalent relationship since I DONT LIKE LABELS but we also live in a hellscape of a world where everything needs to be categorizable.

On the same day we had the ace-pin reveal (seriously, this pin has been on there for years now, get with it and learn the flags, people!) i offered the guy a goodbye hug because he is an emotional shipwreck right now and seemed like he needed it but, again, i dislike people in my personal space so this was a bit of an occasion™. safe to say he was perplexed at me offering a hug.

and here we are three days later with the guy asking me if that goodbye hug was weird or not (again, very nice dude who really likes respecting other people's boundaries). and then we get to the "was that weird because of "that penguin-pin on your pencil case"" and i have a grown ass man asking if i do not like people in my personal space because i am asexual and if that is a general asexuality thing and UGH this is precisely what i mean - i immediately have to explain that a) i am neither a representative of the identity i possess nor the community that it comes with b) that this community is NOT a monolith and c) i at most use asexual as a shorthand to get the "i don't want to date you fuck off" point across and don't feel that it, as either label or identity, fully encompasses my personal experience. and i REALLY don't want to get into the reasons for all of that so bless the guy for being good about boundaries and respecting mine. and not asking too many questions about it because NOPE we are not getting into the whole mess that is me and my relationship with sex and romance if there is any way i can avoid it. and in the moment my nervous system was on high alert because this conversation has the potential to go in a very bad direction for me. but i am reasonably sure that i will have to face the "why do you only talk about it when asked" question as well as the "so what does asexual even mean" conversation with this dude because our entire relationship is deep talking about personal problems until three am.

and on a last side note: i think the only people in my life that haven't yet gotten the gist of "i don't want to date anybody i do not care for sexual encounters get lost leave me alone in a hut in the woods with a barn full of animals pLEASE" are my parents and my best friend (although they are all aware of the fact that i am LIKE THAT, they are just not aware that there is a somewhat correspondent identity and label that i could utilize). in their case i am reasonably certain that, where my identity and lifestyle are currently accepted, giving it a name would only serve to "other" me, especially with regards to my dad who understands queerness only in the stereotypes of gay men and lesbian women. but at least my best friend needs to get with it sooner or later or one of my friends will assume she's in on it and be unable to keep their mouth shut (probably the same friend who was talking about the pin, she has bad impulse control and it is forgiven as the existence and meaning of the pin are public knowledge, so long people know to decode it (which, seriously, it's the year 2024 and this label has been around longer than my grandma).

so guess what my weekend plans will be, what great joy…. (for context: my best friend is my childhood best friend who is straighter than a ruler and has about negative understanding of queerness, meaning that, where in my university bubble most people know about asexuality and usually go about it in a "are you ace?" way, my best friend will need the whole kit and caboodle of Asexuality101 full frontal coming out and just the thought drains my life-force)

but hey, at least i am now kind of officially out to everybody in my university bubble so that is a win (though my friends who know already knew it without asking (and then asked))

[khaaidar]

I've been feeling asexual lately

I’ve been feeling somewhat asexual lately. Every time i go out on a date, hang out with a cute gay friend, or hang out with someone who wants to be something-in-between with me, i don't want to do anything intimate with them. No kisses, no sex, only cuddles. I can feel the attraction from their side but i just feel like i have this wall in front of me. It makes me want to reflect on my life more. I hate the word "to reflect", the fuck does that mean like go fuck yourself never say that to me ever again. Anyways...it makes me want to think about my daily life again. It must be coming from not feeling satisfied with what i'm doing on the day-to-day basis. 

First of all, my job. I don't feel like i fit in, i'm not even trying to fit in anymore. I feel guilty for being at this job, it seems like i'm wasting everyone's time. You know when you're young, it feels like time is going by so quick and you need to "make it" on time before you get old. I still feel this way, somewhat. Especially living in such a big and fast-pased city like toronto, it makes you want to run faster and faster until your engine has set yourself on fire. After all, what are we running towards? Innovation? We can't wait but get ourselves to the space? Escape our planet to find other life that will make us change our beliefs about what life is. What are we running towards? Why do we need to be stressed all the time? My job is taking away all of my time by sucking me dry and fucking me in every whole because i fucking hate it. No, i'm lying. I don't think i "fucking hate it", I think i just dislike it. I don't like the clients, the main clients i guess, i can't think the same way as my coworkers think. it's all straight dudes, i can't fucking relate to them. i want to work with women. i want life to be more sensitive. i want to feel life when i work. i feel like my eyes are burning, my back is breaking, my brain is not working when i work. Why do i have to work this way?

Anyways, that paragraph got a lil too long. fuck it. What i wanted to say is that my job is taking 80% of my time and i'm not fucking enjoying it. Will it benefit me in the future? maybe. do i know for sure? fuck no.

i haven't been honest with myself or anyone else lately. my boss, my mom, my dad, my sisters, my friend that i only go out to raves with, my boyfriends that i go on dates with just to rest my brain and get head, and myself. 

Second of all, i can't connect with anyone that i meet these days. yeah this one is struggling, ya that girl is working two jobs, hmm that guy is going in on his side hustle, ou yeah that man is feeling a little lost in life, oh that girl sumi or whatever keeps raving about her new cigarettes, hah that girl emma keeps asking me what skirt she should wear cause she's going out with this cute guy and can't wait to get her pussy ate after her shitty restaurant job with no prospects in sight. and where am i right now? i don't like my job and it's fucking with my self-esteem. are we all supposed to sit down, talk to our therapists or friendapists [friends who you dump everything on you at 8am in the morning while they're doing their makeup to go to their new exhausting freelance job] about how much we hate our lives and then go to our jobs that we give -5 fucks about?

yeah this paragraph barely talked about what i even wanted to talk about. who is doing what i want to do? i need to talk to those people but i can't seem to find them. 

I think it's time to start taking action. i'm going to start looking for new opportunities, new design studios, artists, and designers that i can work for, and maybe there can be even a brand that i can be involved with. I'm tired of fucking sitting around not knowing what i'm supposed to do. even if it is a mistake, let it fucking be. i'm tired of being wishy-washy about my life and decisions. let me fucking be.

[quiverymango]

Mango’s DeathStar headcanon list™

Someone on my Reddit asked for my DeathStar headcanons so I thought I’d post them here as well in case anyone was interested! ^^

(MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD!)

-Black☆Star is Asexual Biromantic while Kid is Asexual Demi-homoromantic.

-“I found” by Amber Run is definitely a DeathStar song for me. I picture it as being their song during the Salvage arc as Black☆Star uses Mad!Kid as a warning sign for madness. It’s a wake up call as he realizes that even gods aren’t immune to the downfalls of humanity. He then reflects on his feelings for Kid, realizing he “found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, right in front of him” where he feels as if he shouldn’t have fallen for such a close friend since, if Kid doesn’t reciprocate the feelings, he may lose someone close to him. Link to the song!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTspcr3Iaws

-They don’t use pet names too often but when they do Kid uses “love” and “darling” while Black☆Star uses “starshine” and just “dude/bro” affectionately lol. Neither of them use “baby” or “babe” as they find it demeaning.

-Black☆Star was always looking for a way to become immortal, but after Kid expressed how terrified he was at the thought of being alone for all eternity after his friends passed, Black☆Star buckled down even harder on trying to find a way to stay with Kid. He eventually did find a way (probably through some stupid roundabout means) and the two are content with living out millennium together. I think they both will still pass at some point though as immortality in Soul Eater is a little weird. They basically just have very elongated lifespans and can’t die from physical attacks.

-Speaking of immortality, “Infinity” by Jamymes Young is also a song I associate with them for obvious reasons lol. It’s a little cliche, since it's a rather popular love song right now, but it fits these two yahoos so well with their whole immortal gods thing they’ve got going on. Link to the song!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWqEPKduGm8

-After a good long while together I think they’ll both realize that they’re going to need an heir to their respective Shinigami and StarClan thrones. Neither of them are ready to handle a child though, so instead are just slowly working on bettering themselves for when the time comes (Aka, desperately asking Tsubaki and Soul for tips since they’re the most nurturing/level headed of the friend group). I don’t know what they’d name their child, but I saw fanart once that had their child just straight up named “DeathStar” and I think that works perfectly lol. Also, the child would be spawned from the fragment of a soul just like Kid was. Knowing Black☆Star and Kid, they'd definitely figure out a way to combine two fragments of their souls together to create a child that looks biological.

-This one’s really random, but I think these two would be big Pokémon fans, and religiously play the DS and later 3DS games with each other. Black☆Star would actually lose his mind over Pokémon Go when it came out and insisted that Kid send him on missions around the world so he could go catch county exclusive Pokémon. Kid would only agree to this if Star promised he’d catch Kid a shiny variant of whichever Pokémon was exclusive to whatever country he was being sent to.

-Once Kid had to become the new Lord Death after his father’s sudden passing, he OBSESSED over it. He would rarely ever leave the Death Room and Black☆Star took notice real quick. He got the whole Spatori squad together to voice their concerns and remind him that even though he’s a Shinigami, he still has the needs of a human so needs to treat his body and mind accordingly. After some back and forth debating, Black☆Star finally convinced Kid to at least come home to Gallows Manor after DWMA classes let out. Kid reluctantly went along with the plan, but had to admit it really did feel nice to come home after a long day of “goding.” Eventually, after a few years, Kid was able to balance his work and personal life better with the help of Black☆Star and his friends.

-Speaking of Gallows Manor, Black☆Star and Tsubaki moved in once he and Kid started dating! The manor was too big for just the Thompson triplets anyways, so two more residents were welcomed. Kid and Black☆Star share a room while the girls all have separate (though they have “slumber parties” every night in Liz’s room so they basically share one as well lol). Kid also set up an at home office (which basically just looks like a mirror maze) for days he isn’t feeling great and doesn’t want to go physically into work.

-When the two find the time to go on a date—that isn’t just hours of sparring at like 3am in the Deathbucks parking lot—they like to swap off on who gets to decide what they do. Kid likes to do day trips to museums to learn more about the people he’s the guardian of/going to be the guardian of. He also enjoys calm walks through parks, chatting to Black☆Star about everything and nothing at the same time. On the other hand, Black☆Star likes to go stargazing late at night after a nice dinner. Just chilling on the hood of Soul’s busted car and chatting softly about life is all he really needs. I also think these two would end up at the Death City equivalent of Wendy’s at like 2am and then just call that a date lol.

-(FIRE FORCE MANGA SPOILERS) They love visiting Japan every so often since they both have a Japanese heritage. They even got to go to a museum dedicated to “The boy who saved the world” aka Shinra. Kid couldn’t believe he was technically the grandson of someone so important, whilst Black☆Star couldn’t believe that Shirna’s best friend, Arthur, was described as being rather dense but incredibly powerful. He laughed and remarked to Kid that associating with idiots must run in the family.

-(FIRE FORCE MANGA SPOILERS) After visiting that museum, the two trekked back to the Northern British Isles to visit Excalibur so they could try and ask him more about their ancestors. He, of course, was not helpful in the slightest and didn’t even acknowledge their questions, causing both Kid and Black☆Star to get angry and storm out of his cave in a fit of rage.

-Since Black☆Star couldn't read well, Kid tutored him on it whenever the two found the time. Black☆Star realized after getting a firmer grasp on the skill that he actually really enjoyed reading fictional novels, mainly YA stuff, and so he and Kid started reading books together. Eventually, the rest of the Spatori caught on and soon Maka would be hosting weekly get-togethers that mainly consisted of watching movie adaptations of the books they’d read, and then bashing them. They even started doing “fandubs” of the films in which they’d mute it and try to improvise a story. It never went smoothly, but they always had a great time.

-Kid also taught Black☆Star how to skate! It’s something they don’t get to do often together, but when they do it of course it becomes competitive fast. Black☆Star even once tried to grind down the side of the DWMA stairs and took out like twelve passerbys in the process, all in an effort to one-up Kid.

-Black☆Star has been really trying to help with Kid’s anxiety and self worth because hearing Kid call himself “useless garbage,” while funny at first, soon became distressing to hear, and Black☆Star couldn’t take it anymore. He tells Kid daily, in his own unique ways, just how well he’s running the new world, how brave he is for taking up such an incomprehensibly powerful job at such a young age, and that his OCD doesn’t make him any less of a person or a god. Black☆Star also helps Kid rationalize his anxieties by talking him through his irrational thoughts and shooting down anything that wouldn’t actually happen in the situation he was stressing over. Star also likes throwing out the question “And? So what?” a lot which also helps Kid realize very few situations he had been stressing over were actually as life or death as they seemed.

-Black☆Star is an early bird while Kid’s a night owl. Thus, Star is tasked with making breakfast while Kid is tasked with dinner! Lunch is just sort of a free for all, but if one of them is feeling extra nice they may leave a pre-made meal in the fridge for the other. While you wouldn’t expect it, Black☆Star can make a killer breakfast. 

-Both of them really like candles, so you’ll often find several scents burning in various parts of the manor. Black☆Star prefers flowery scents as they remind him of Tsubaki, as well as what it smells like in the Enchanted/Uncanny sword. While Kid likes the scent of vanilla, as well as all the seasonal autumn scents, especially the Halloween ones.

-Black☆Star is a very physically affectionate person and is constantly acting like he’s the most touch starved being on Earth. No matter where they are, Black☆Star will almost always be touching Kid in some way. Whether it be holding hands, a hand on the shoulder, an arm around the waist, etc. Kid doesn’t mind this at all however and actually enjoys how safe it makes him feel, despite not really reciprocating in public. The only rule is that Black☆Star must be professional in front of Kid’s colleagues which is something Black☆Star tries—but often fails—to uphold. When in private, Kid basically becomes a bed for Black☆Star to just lay all over. You can often find them both asleep on the couch with Black☆Star looking like he was in the midst of playing Twister on Kid.

-Kid on the other hand is not a fan of PDA. Sure, he’ll give into Black☆Star’s insistent hand holding, but he won’t initiate anything himself. The closest thing he does to PDA is bring up “his boyfriend” an obnoxious amount during work. Need someone to go kill a Kishin Egg? His boyfriend will handle it with no sweat. Need someone to travel halfway across the globe to go infiltrate a secret base? His boyfriend will be back by sunrise. Need someone to train and spar with the students? Ok, well,…maybe not that one.

-This seeming lack of outward affection gets thrown out the window the moment these two get home from work however as Kid is prone to giving Black☆Star a peck on the cheek or forehead whenever he so feels like it—which is quite often apparently. He also loves Black☆Star’s body heat as he doesn’t really have any of his own. This leads to him sort of gravitating towards Black☆Star whenever he’s looking for a comforting warmth. Black☆Star will wake up in the night to go grab a glass of water but be unable to move because a shinigami is holding him hostage in their own bed.

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Ok that’s all for now since I think the other headcanons I have are from reading other fans' headcanon lists and I don’t want to copy them. I hope you enjoyed reading these! :)