#ALSO HAPPY FIRST-EVER AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY!!!!!

[foxlow]

For pride and aromantic visibility day I made an Aroace dragon (that's also my favorite dragon)

Happy pride and first ever aromantic visibility day!

[ilovedthestars]

it's the first aro visibility day, ever! It's also my first pride month where I consider myself to be part of the aro community. there's something about that that I find very satisfying, almost comforting. this is new for me, but in some ways it's new for all of us. it's nice to feel like i'm not figuring myself out all alone.

i already did questioning round 1, back in middle and early high school, and came to the conclusion that I was queer (i used queer to describe myself more often than gay or lesbian, but that was the kind of queer that i meant.) i figured out that i thought girls were really pretty, and couldn't really see myself ending up with a guy, and could sort of see myself dating a girl someday, and once I got that figured out I thought I was mostly done. orientation solved, check! just in time to join the high school QSA and wear rainbows during june and joke with my friends about how everyone we knew was queer.

in retrospect, i definitely sort of knew that there was more going on, even when i went thru that first round of questioning. i learned about aspec identities in middle school, via the internet. i distinctly remember a late-night text conversation with a friend in which i told her I thought I might be demisexual (i think my own sexual and romantic orientations were tied together in my mind at the time, and still sort of are, although it's more complicated now.) I was maybe twelve years old, and had never had a crush, and had stumbled upon some words that maybe explained why I wasn't even sure what a crush would feel like. My friend pointed out that lots of people don't have crushes until they're older, and it didn't necessarily have to mean i was aspec. I don't begrudge her this--at the time it was comforting to hear. I think I sort of put the idea away on a "more data required" basis, and didn't think hard about it for years.

it wasn't until within the last six months or so that I started seriously thinking about the possibility that i might be aspec again. i found a fandom community that was full of proud aspec people, and conversations with them started to ring some bells. I read Angela Chen's Ace, which also described some experiences that clicked with me. it occurred to me that while girls are pretty, and the abstract idea of a romantic relationship sounds like it could be fun, i still have yet to actually think "i want to date this specific person." it's always been a pure hypothetical, maybe-one-day thing. i started to think--okay, so maybe i might be some kind of aro or ace. possibly. perhaps.

so now i'm still deep in the quagmire of questioning round 2, trying to fit together "girls are pretty" and "i think would hypothetically date someone" and "i don't actually know if i've ever felt romantic attraction in my life" into something that I can understand. i still feel weird about calling myself aro--i don't feel like I'm certain yet. i think i'm just starting to get to a place where i feel comfortable saying that i'm somewhere on the a-spectrums. but i'm really grateful have found a community where I feel like I can be uncertain and still be included. thanks to the people who have helped me down this road so far--you know who you are, and i love you.

happy aromantic visibility day, and happy pride, to all the aros (and possibly-aros, and maybe??? aros, and i-think-i-might-be-aro-but-i'm-not-sures) out there 💜

[daughterofhecata]

11 peter/bob? oder 1, wie du magst^^

[morning after prompts]

Das ist möglicherweise nicht das, was dir vorgeschwebt ist, aber, uh, happy first Aromantic Visibility Day, I guess?

11. "So are we ever gonna go out on a real date or are we just gonna keep doing this?" + Peter/Bob

Peter schlief noch, als Bob unter der Bettdecke hervor schlüpfte.

Inzwischen verzichtete er darauf, sofort die Flucht zu ergreifen – wäre auch gar nicht so einfach gewesen, in Anbetracht der Tatsache, dass sie diesmal in seiner WG gelandet waren.

So ging das jetzt schon seit einer Weile.

Wenn sie gemeinsam auf irgendwelchen Parties waren – am Strand in Rocky Beach, bei Peter im Wohnheim, von Bobs Studiengang aus, einfach irgendwo bei oder mit Freunden – landeten sie inzwischen regelmäßig zusammen im Bett.

Bob gefiel es, so wie es war, aber er hatte das dumme Gefühl, dass sie nicht ewig so weitermachen konnten.

Um sich von dem Gedanken abzulenken, beschäftigte er sich damit, schnell zu duschen und dann in der Küche Frühstück vorzubereiten. Seine Mitbewohnerinnen würden glücklicherweise noch eine Weile schlafen, aber Peter würde sicher bald munter sein.

So kam es auch, Bob hatte gerade den Kaffee aufgesetzt, als Peter aus seinem Zimmer kam, gähnend, die Haare ein einziges Chaos, nur in Boxershorts und dem T-Shirt von gestern.

„Guten Morgen“, begrüßte Bob ihn lächelnd.

Peters Erwiderung ging in einem weiteren Gähnen unter; er ließ sich auf einen der Stühle fallen.

„Kaffee ist gleich so weit“, sagte Bob, nahm den anderen Stuhl in Beschlag und griff nach einer Scheibe Brot.

„Danke dir“, seufzte Peter, „Vielen Dank fürs Frühstück machen.“

Bob grinste nur. Seiner Meinung nach war das selbstverständlich.

In einträchtigem Schweigen schmierten sie sich jeder ihr erstes Toast.

Als der Kaffee fertig war, stand Bob wieder auf, nahm die Kanne aus der Maschine.

Er hatte gerade angesetzt, die beiden Tassen zu füllen, die er daneben bereitgestellt hatte, als Peter hinter ihm sagte: „Gehen wir eigentlich auch mal auf ein richtiges Date oder geht das so weiter wie bisher?“

Beinahe goss Bob sich den Kaffee über die Hand. Da war sie, die Frage, vor der er sich schon seit Wochen fürchtete. Die Anzeichen, dass Peter mehr wollte, waren nicht zu übersehen gewesen.

Schweigend konzentrierte er sich auf die Tassen, stellte die Kanne wieder beiseite, brachte den Kaffee an den Tisch und setzte sich wieder.

Holte Luft, zwang sich, Peter ins Gesicht zu sehen.

„Es tut mir leid“, begann er. Sprach aus, was er sich schon zurechtgelegt hatte, „Aber ich werd dich nie so lieben können, wie du es willst. Ich habs probiert, glaub mir, ich habs probiert, aber sowas fühl ich einfach nicht. Also, nicht nur nicht für dich, sondern grundsätzlich nicht. Du wirst immer einer meiner besten Freunde sein, und als solcher liebe ich dich, und der Sex ist echt verdammt gut, aber Dating und Beziehungen funktionieren für mich einfach nicht.“

Bob hob seine Tasse, trank einen langsamen Schluck.

Ließ Peter Zeit, seine Worte zu verdauen.

Für einige lange Sekunden herrschte Schweigen.

Dann sagte Peter: „Okay.“ Griff nach dem Zuckerstreuer und kippte wie üblich eine unheilige Menge in seinen Kaffee.

Jetzt war es Bob, der ihn überrascht anblinzelte. „Okay?“, hakte er nach. „Mehr nicht?“

Peter zuckte mit den Schultern. „Ich wollte nur wissen, woran ich bin. Und wenn du sagst, so, wie es ist, ist gut, dann ist gut.“

Offenbar hatte Bob in seiner Sorge Peters Fähigkeit, sich mühelos an neue Situationen anzupassen, unterschätzt.

„Dann ist ja gut“, blieb ihm nur, zu sagen. Und dann hastig nach dem Nutella-Glas zu greifen, ehe Peter noch noch drei Zentimeter mehr auf sein Toast schichtete und damit das Glas vollkommen leerte.

„Steht das übrigens noch, dass wir Justus am Donnerstag ins Kino schleifen?“, wechselte Peter mit vollem Mund das Thema.

Bob konnte gar nicht anders, als zu lachen. „Ja, das steht noch“, stimmte er zu.

[beautyofsorrow]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @ceruleanphoenix7. tagging @zannolin (u can skip the stats questions <3)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

91 visible to the public, which will go up to 92 in a couple weeks. 100 counting the ones i've perm-anoned

2. What's your total A03 word count?

317,174

3. What fandoms do you write for?

various star treks, some original work, and a lone yellowjackets and murderbot diaries fic each. plus some fringe, tho most of those have been perm-anoned

oh yeah and a barbie fairytopia: mermaidia fic that i wrote for a forthcoming zine. y'all aren't ready for that one

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

lol. seeds of order, how shall i touch you unless it is everywhere?, what i have shaped into a kind of life, do you love the colour of the sky?, and bruised hips and salt-stained cheeks

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

if i have something to say, yes. i like it when readers really engage with what's on the page, because so often i have loads of meta or research or lore-building or background info that never made it into the fic but which i'm really excited about and enjoy info-dumping. comments that invite that kind of response are my favorite. i also really like it when they tell me how they felt reading it, or -- if the fic mentions a book -- that they went and read that book. i LOVE that shit and will talk books with people for days.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

discounting all my high school fic, which thankfully is no longer accessible to the public, we do what we do in the dark. love a good fucked up seven/jay fic

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they pretty much all end happily? but the "happy" that feels most "me" is the end of the way old friends do, where seven leaves to go heal from bjayzl and icheb in her own way, alone, and tom and b'elanna send her off with the assurance they're there when she needs them. that felt very happy and healthy and aromantic to write. and aromantic endings are extremely important to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i have been vagued about, sure. a few flames back in the day

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes <3 femslash, always. it's pretty much just friends with benefits and/or angsty alterously attracted grief!sex now. no more romance for me <3 feels good feels organic

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i write trek crossovers all the time. i'd say my jadzia/raffi fic was pretty gutsy. as was pioneering the b'elanna torres/ro laren/kira nerys tag with a 3k post-canon oneshot on religious doubt and belief.

the weirdest like, true crossover (and only true crossover) i've written was a star trek: voyager/murderbot diaries fusion that i wrote in order to be matchable in a gift exchange. stupidly fun. i did not expect anyone to read that fic but people really really liked it, and i am so thankful for all the kind commenters, because that fic held a lot of personally important elements to me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nottt that i know of, and i don't go looking, because that's just a lot of work i don't need in my life

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't think so

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah, i think about 3 times?

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

b'elanna/seven

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably the b7 griddlehark au i'm APPARENTLY writing now. it takes two 500+ page books as inspiration. yes. it's a multichap. i swore them off. i know.

16. What are your writing strengths?

oneshots, nailing the character voices (or knowing when i didn't), pretty sentences, rhythm, lore, sensory details, queering the narrative, smut

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

finishing shit. also plot. who the hell has the attention span for plot? not me [stares in despair at WIPs]

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'm monolingual, so i don't

19. First fandom you wrote for?

lord of the rings

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

probably come on and prove it. i reread it weekly. no one wants to admit they like it on main but i see ur private bookmark count and your 50% guest kudos rate lol. i knocked it out of the park with that one.

honorable mention to of warm limbs hooking your heart to the world and it's not the weight you carry but how you carry it. my beloveds.

[leeleezee]

I found some posts about June 5th 2023 being the first ever aromantic visibility day!! I’m excited about it but also afraid.

I’ve gone a little back to questioning for a couple days now because wondering if I’m aromantic is trying to find if I don’t have something! It’s hard and I don’t know how to figure it out. So I’m afraid I’m being fake and celebrating something that isn’t mine as I question my romantic orientation.

I still think it’s likely I’m at least aspec but I don’t know all of the labels and how they’d define me. To be honest, I feel a lot of people just don’t know what aromantic is! I didn’t for a long time!

Another thing about it is when I try to ask an allosexual alloromantic? I don’t know if they’re both words technically but my point is that people who experience both romantic and sexual attraction don’t have a clear cut line of the differences since they’re experiencing both as love. I think that’s what gets lost in the mix.

I also can’t tell if my current questioning has just come from being insecure and the amatonormativity of society is just getting to my head. Or my seemingly more awkward social interactions as I wonder if I’m being just a good friend in general.

I guess what the moral of my ramblings is about is that it’s okay to question and to take your time before you come to a label that feels right. If you don’t that’s okay too. Sometimes you just need to say fuck the labels!! Also happy aromantic visibility day!! You? We? Are finally seen!

Im scared to post this but I’m going to.

[doodle-boy]

A special OC for a special day!

When I saw that today was going to be the very first Aromantic Visibility Day I just had to draw my Aeroace character Mr. Lewis!

I’ve draw this man before way back when, he had a different name and was a part of an old collaboration with an old friend of mine and their oc. Me and that friend are no longer friends though so I dropped him for a while and I since deleted my old content of him on this blog. But he still held a near and dear place in my heart so I never forgot about him!

And while he no longer has a connection with the other oc he did have a best friend that I created for him, Frank! So now both characters are more centered around each other and the friendship they both have!

Mr. Lewis is not one for romance or intimacy obviously, but his friendship with Frank is almost on the same level. Frank is his best friend, and even when they had a falling out in their younger years, they still managed to come back together years later to mend it and make it stronger than ever before!

Mr. Lewis is a very grumpy character and he prefers living by himself and tending too his garden, but he also has a strong desire to be a part of a family. And though it takes a while for them to work out their past problems and for Mr. Lewis too fully accept it, he does come to consider Frank his family. And Frank is more than happy to have him.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Cake & Dragons | Austin x asexual!gn!Reader

Your boyfriend goes above and beyond to help you celebrate Ace Week <3

a/n: aaaand here’s an incredibly self-indulgent little blurb from your local greyace author! Happy Ace Week to my fellow aces, you're all valid and I love y'all! And to my allo friends, I really encourage y'all to learn about asexuality and the asexual spectrum, it's such an underrepresented identity in fandom. I'd recommend starting with AVEN, the Asexual Visibility and Education network!

Asexuality is defined as experiencing little to no sexual attraction. This is not aromanticism, which is defined as experiencing little to no romantic attraction, though some asexuals also identify as aromantic, and vice versa!

Word count: 552

Warnings: mentions of previous aphobia, Austin being a sickeningly perfect boyfriend, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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Austin had always been supportive of your asexual identity.

You remembered being absolutely terrified to come out to him, sure that as sweet as he was he’d break up with you for someone more normal, someone who could give him what you couldn’t. That had happened with previous partners— you worked up the courage to tell them that you had no interest in sex at all, and they either broke up with you on the spot, or made it their mission to “fix” you.

He was confused at first, but once you’d explained it to him — you didn’t experience sexual attraction at all, and you had absolutely zero interest in sex — he soothed your fears immediately.

“Thank you for telling me, sweetheart,” he had said, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the backs of your hands, “You know that I love you, and this doesn’t change anything about that.”

You had established boundaries, and he was diligent in respecting them and making you promise to tell him if he ever did anything that crossed a line or made you uncomfortable.

So yeah, he was pretty perfect. But when you had offhandedly mentioned a couple weeks ago that Ace Week was coming up, you hadn’t expected… this.

Austin had been suspiciously absent from bed when you’d woken up, and you had crept out to the kitchen, following the telltale sounds of Austin surely creating some sort of chaos, to find an array of black, white, grey, and purple balloons decorating the kitchen, along with a bouquet of flowers in the same colors, and your boyfriend messily, painstakingly frosting a cake in the same colors: the colors of the ace flag.

“Um… Aus?” you laugh, taking in the scene before you.

He spins around, a bright grin on his face. 

“Hey, sweetheart!” He beams, stepping forward to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, keeping his frosting-covered hands carefully away from you. 

“What’s all this?” you grin, leaning over to take in the cake, the different colored frostings messily fading into each other.

“It’s Ace Week, isn’t it?” He replies, “You’re always doing things to celebrate me, I wanted to do something to help you celebrate for a change.” He looks around, seeming to finally take in just how much is going on in your little kitchen. “I, uh… might have gone a little overboard,” he laughs sheepishly.

Your heart melts at the earnestness in his eyes, and you pull him in for a kiss. 

“I love it,” you assure him as you pull away, beaming. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now c’mere,” he says, leading you over to the living room, “I’ve got more stuff for you.”

“More?!”

Austin indeed showers you with gifts the whole day, despite you sweetly reminding him that he has “a whole week to do this, you don’t have to do all this today!”, and you fall asleep that night with a new stack of books on your bedside table (“Did you know how many books there are with ace characters now?” Austin had said in wonder when he presented them to you, “I picked out ones I thought you’d like, but I’ve got a whole list if you want to look at it.”), cuddling a purple stuffed dragon (“You said dragons are an ace thing right?” he had asked almost nervously, “I just saw it yesterday and thought of you.”), heart full to bursting with the knowledge that Austin was willing to do all of this just to make sure you knew how much he loved and supported you.

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[fruitpunchninja101]

Slow Dancing In The Dark

Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi Ackerman

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating: T

Here’s part 1 of my gift for  LeviHan Eggscghange 2020 :) I hope my dear giftee enjoys this.Part 2 will be out in a couple of days!

You can also read this on AO3

 @levihanweek

Working for Sina Industries has always been a life long dream for Hange.As a wide eyed child,she would always watch live broadcasts of their space launches and tell herself one day shes gonna be there.Standing in mission control smiling as she watched one of her creations get sent to a different planet.Armed with a degree & a determined heart,she applied as an engineer.You could imagine her disappointment when she was crammed into an 8x12 cubicle in the basement to design and develop circuitry which their boss greedily takes credit for all the damned time.She's pretty good at keeping a front that shes a pretty chill with all her bosses bullshit but she finally lost it when he started harassing a temp.Hange bravely spoke out and got into a heated argument with her boss.She got supended for a week after that.

It took almost six months before she was promoted to another 8x12 cubicle.Only this time,shes moving up on the infamous 17th floor.The place where they flung all the adept yet problematic employees.Its pretty much the same,shitty boss,intricate work but now on a higher pay grade and a lot more hearsay about her reputation.Its not so bad though,despite the lack of recognition and grueling work hours she met a handful of wonderful coworkers who shared the same pain.

Mike and Nanaba were sort of the required stable couple of the group.She met them a month after the big promotion when she caught them making out in the copy room.She's probably standing there for an entire minute awkwardly making fake cough noises to alert them of her presence.Enter Erwin Smith,he casually strode up by the couple and grabbed the box of printer ink Hange desperately needed.He's like freaking Captian America & Superman combined except he has a mind of a slytherin.Not that it was a bad thing.

And then there's Levi,The crabbiest member of their little group,Mr.I-look-very-angry-and-irritated-all-the-time-but-inside-lies-a-total-softy.He’s a clean freak who befittingly,is a sanitary engineer.Rumors say that Levi had tendencies with violence and had to be sent at 17th floor for precaution.There used to be a time when they didn't get along.She'd been very welcoming towards him but hes always been aloof and cold.She didn't mind it at first,but after a while it kinda got into her nerves.Til that christmas party back in 2017,where she had a few drinks and sort of confessed that she liked him and it really bummed her out that he didn't feel the same way.For the first time,she saw something other than disinterest and irritation on his face...she saw confusion.He asked her what shes on about,then reminded her that he just made her chocolates for valentines day when she won't shut up about craving something sweet.He doesn't do that kind of shit just for anyone and after that,hange was pretty sure they've become best friends.

Their friendship was forged in companionship in misery but as time passed they became her second family.

One of the things that Hange looked forward to is hanging out with them every Friday night at a dive bar a few blocks away from their office where they get shit faced and let off some steam from their work.Hange was preoccupied with the jukebox when Mike arrived with his arm slung over Levi dragging the smaller man into her space.”You'll never guess what happened.”The man announced and before she could answer the man screamed."Someone got asked for a date!"

"Ohoho!Whos the lucky girl?"Nanaba came out of nowhere carrying two mai tais and handed one to Hange before heading over at Mike's side.

"Petra Ral."Erwin chimed cooly while sipping a glass of scotch.His blond hair still laid perfectly even after a long tiring day at work.

"From PR?Holy shit!Good job!"Hange said slapping Levi’s shoulder hurting her hand in the process.The man didn’t even falter from where he stood,all he did was stare straight at her before scowling."It's not a big deal.”He said settling his gaze on his side.

Hange smiled.

He’s shy.Levi Ackerman is actually being shy about getting asked out by an adorable strawberry blonde colleague.Isn’t that precious?She’d never seen him like that before.Heaven knows how much she wanted to tease him about his situation but she can clearly tell by the way he clenched his jaw and the deep creases on the space between his brows that if she says anything,he'd run straight to the wall to escape,cartoon style.

Mike started telling the story and Levi sneakily started edging towards the exit.Before the questions came flooding in,Levi was already gone.

“I think I should follow him.“Hange announced.

"Try to convince him to go out with Ral!"Mike shouted which prompted Erwin to take his drink away from him."I think you had enough."

"Goodluck!"Nanaba raised her drink at her.Before helping Erwin keep Mike's drink away from him.

#

Hange found Levi brooding on the sidewalk while smoking.”Can I get a light?”She asked.

“Its cold.”He said,which also translates to she should go back inside or she’ll catch a cold.Levi’s nice like that,it took everything in her to hold back and not make a snide comment.He alwas hated it when he gets called out for being considerate.

“So Petra Ral huh?”She started.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“We don’t have to,If you don’t want to.”Hange calmly took a box of cigarettes from her pocket and stood a bit closer to him.

“Good.”He said before tossing her his lighter.

Hange bit her lower lip to stifle a smile and Levi was already armed with his grumpy face.He's getting a little agitated.She let the silence drag on for a while as she started to giddily shift from where she stood.Unable to contain her curiosity.

“But its Petra Ral...The Petra Ral!Our company sweetheart.”She exploded.

“I barely know her.”

"Isn’t that what dating is for?!Besides,She probably just needs to get dicked down."Hange said casually."Go for it!Have a little fun.What’s there to lose?"

"Yeah well...I don't think I could."Levi started bouncing his leg.Is he nervous?Agitated?Both?It seemed like he's trying to say something.

“Levi,you know we wont judge you if you’re gay right?You don’t have to hide it from us.”

“Why would I be hiding that if I was?”

“Then what are you nervous for?"

“I’m not nervous...I.."Levi paused as if he's considering if he should tell her."I haven’t...I...”

“You're acting like you've never been out on a date."she said.

Levi visibly stiffened and averted her curious eyes.From where she sat,she could see how levi clenched his jaw and feel him hold his breath.No?It cant be...

"Oh.Its been a while for you huh?like 6 months?"She tried to take a wild stab but was met with silence.Hange sobered."You’ve never been on a date before?"she repeated a little louder than she meant to and not soon after she found Levi's hand over her mouth.

“You wanna scream that a little louder?“

“EVER?!”She peeled his hand off her face and asked.

“Tch.I dont need this.“Levi rolled his eyes and started leaving but hange caught his arm.

"Hey!I'm sorry.I didn't know.Its nothing to be embarrassed about.Its just,its a little uncommon you know.I'm really sorry.I didn't mean to be a dick.”

She assumed that its not because of the lack of people who wanna date with him.Believe it or not,this whole quiet mysterious guy persona is a total chick magnet.She even had several people from the office ask about him every once in a while.So what happened?Is it trauma?Is he aromantic?Holy shit!How could she be so insensitive?

“Stop looking at me like that.”He frowned.Snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Sorry,I was just thinking...”

“Don’t think of anything.Just mind your own business and let me be.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I let you be?”

“A good one.And stop drawing conclusions!I can practically see the thoughts up your head.I'm not anything I just...dont know how.”

“why are you so intent on giving up?!I thought you like her!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh please Ackerman!How can you not?She's the perfect mix of adorable,kind,fiesty and beautiful...she’s perfect for you!”

"What do you want me to do?"he asked,in his how can I make you shut up tone.

"What if I help you?You could...I dont know...practice with me?I could help you with the whole dating thing!"Levi looked at her as if she grew another head.Honestly shes just happy he didn't look disgusted with her proposal.He gave her a once over before pinching the bridge of his nose.She knows this maneuver.Its the what-have-i-gotten-my-self-into or holy-shit-am-I-actually-considering-this move.“Are you sure about this?”He asked.

Hange made a gesture of crossing over her heart and raising her right hand up and levi scrunched his brows together.

“Quit downplaying this.I’m serious.”

“I wont offer it if my not 100% I’m serious. The last guy I went out with was a total disappointment and Petra deserves better than that.You know she helped me last Christmas...”

“Yeah,yeah she helped you change your tire."He supplied,refraning hange from tellong the story again.

“And in exchange I'm gonna help you be more fun and well rounded for your date!It's the circle of life!”Hange enthusiastically smiled.

“Alright.How do we start?”Levi asked.

"Ask Petra to reschedule your date for next week,Then we can take the whole week to practice."

#

The harsh sun bore down on Levi as if reminding him never to indulge Hange with her antics again.Aparrently,she found Petra's online journal and identified that she had two dream dates.One is a carnival date (which explains why he is standing in line for cotton candy out in the middle of the goddamn afternoon.) and the other was spending an evening at a local jazz bar in the city.

Levi doesn't know how she successfully lured him out.You see,he liked his comfort zone and for some unknown reason Hange always challenged him to take a step out of the little box he created around him.And although there are times when she proved that taking a risk was worth it,Levi never really appreciated getting stuck in very shitty situations like now.He doesn't know how she seemed fine with all these shitty conditions.Maybe because she's been busy talking about her new droid remodel.

"Hey Levi are you listening to me?"

"Yes."He said exasperated.

"What was I saying then?"She folded her arms and raised her brows,challenging him.

"You're planning to replace fiberglass with aerogel as insulator on your next shitty droid."He said which earned a bright smile from her.Tch!He rolled his eyes at that and stepped forward after the couple infront of them was served with an unreasonable amount of cotton candy.

"I'll get the giant sunshine surprise."Hange said and the vendor then started shaping the cotton candy into a big daisy.Hange looks absolutely delighted.

"That will be 50 dollars."The vendor said offering his open palm to him which prompted him to turn towards Hange."Oh!let me get my wallet!"Hange started going though her bag and for some reason he felt chills run through him.WheN he raised his head,he noticed that people around them started glaring at him.Oh great he forgot!He's in a fake date.He assumed people still think he's obligated to pay.Tch.So fucking primitive.Although he's never the guy who gave much fuck about what others think,he didnt want people to think Hanges being mistreated.Begrudgingly,he paid for the goddamn cotton candy.Hange took that opportunity to talk about how expenses should be handled during dates,she personally likes going dutch but immediately started going on about some studies that says women generally like it when the males carries out the expenses.

Hange's like a battery that never runs out of energy.She wanted to ride every possible attraction from the carnival!Beads of sweat are starting to form on her forehead but she never seem to notice,he started leading her to a park bench to rest for a bit.He appreciated how much she prepared.She was very keen on citing the psychology articles and some magazines she read to help him be better at dating.He doesn't even know why would anyone even exert that much effort for him.

She really is something.

He pulled out his handkerchief out of his pocket and started gently dabbing it on her forehead.

She smiled.

#

Hange didn't really need to teach him much.Despite the seemingly abrasive qualities Levi possess,the man is a very courteous guy.He said thank you,please and treated the park employees with respect.Shes pretty sure he wouldnt have much trouble impressing a girl."You never told me why you've never been out on a date."She started.

"I was never asked."Levi shrugged as if telling her its no big deal.Hange was shocked at his honesty but appreciated his straight answer.

"Based on my observations today I'd say all those girls that didnt ask you out missed out on a good time."

"Tch!Quit bullshitting me."

"It's true!You diligently listened to my stories, joined me riding all the  and most importantly,you bought me an unreasonably overprized cotton candy."

Levi let out a soft chuckle at that and Hange immediately panicked.This is the first time she ever made him chuckle and goddamn it was glorious.It's like his features lit up and made him look years younger.She had to bit her lower lip to sort of calm her wild heartbeat.They stayed seated on the bench for a while when Levi surprisingly asked her to walk around some more.As they started to amble along the park,an idea popped on her head.

#

Her hands gently crept on his wrist and made way to cup his hand "what the..."He glared at their joined hands,but didn't find the need to pull away."You're sticky."He remarked

"Does sticky hands really matter if youre holding hands with your crush?"She asked.He kept his eyes on her and he saw blush creep up to her face."I-I mean not me...I meant Petra...which is basically me because im her placeholder at the moment and..."

"Hange."

"Hm?"

"Shut up."He slipped his Fingers against the gaps of hers and continued wandering around the park.

[vendeavendea]

I wish Peridot fused and here’s why

I don’t normally write such long and detailed stuff here, but I feel like this is an important thing to note.

So, I came across Maya Petersen’s tweet the other day about Peridot.

First of all, I am aromantic and asexual myself, and even though I’d been headcanoning it for a long time, I’d like to express how happy it made me that Peridot was officially confirmed to be aro ace representation by one of the creators. Also, I’m so excited to know that someone who has worked on the show shares my sexual and romantic orientation. It’s really inspiring to see how many amazing fellow aro ace artists are there.

However, I feel like Peridot not being about fusion at all may feed some harmful misconceptions about aromantic and asexual people, and as an aro ace who’s been invalidated many times because of those misconceptions, I feel like it’s important to talk about this and make it clear. This is not just me venting about not liking the creators’ decision of Peridot not fusing. This is mostly based on my personal experiences as an aro ace person.

While many fans tend to interpret fusion as a gem equivalent for sex and/or romance, mostly based on Garnet’s character, the crew has always been quite specific about fusion generally being meant to symbolise different kinds of relationships, and we can see several examples for this throughout the show. Garnet obviously does represent romantic relationships, but that’s only one of the many kinds of bonds two people can have. Smoky, for example, represents the sibling-like bond between Steven and Amethyst, Steg represents father-son relationships, Malachite represents any kind of abusive relationship, whether it being romantic/sexual or not, Obsidian represents family, and so on. 

The problem with Peridot, an aro ace representation, completely rejecting fusion is that it can easily make people believe that aro ace people are unable or unwilling to be attached to anyone or have normal social life and any kind of close relationship. This misconception has been existing since way before Steven Universe, and I’m sure all aro aces have been told this by at least one person. I see that Peridot herself is a very social and caring person and she has many friends, and I also appreciate the fact that she was genuinely willing to try fusing and didn’t just say no without even trying.

But the strong symbolism of fusion and her rejecting it still implies that she wouldn’t be able or willing to form close intimate bonds. So instead of her not fusing at all, it would have been very nice to see Peridot fuse with someone and create a representation for queerplatonic relationships. I understand that not all aro ace people want a queerplatonic partner, but this type of relationship is very underrepresented in media, and ever since I started to suspect that Peridot might be aro ace, I've been hoping for a fusion that represents the kind of bond that I personally wish to have with someone someday.

I can also understand, however, that if Peridot had ever fused, the majority of fans would have interpreted that as romantic attachment. Which, actually, is exactly the case with queerplatonic relationships in real life. Many people just refuse to see them as anything other than a "normal" romantic relationship, because we live in a society that's all about romance and sex. And sadly I don’t think amatonormativity is something a cartoon could change.

Overall, I understand the creator’s decision, and I see that bringing an asexual and aromantic character into a story is a very complicated thing because of the way the fandom would react to it. In spite of all, I’m still grateful that the creators gave us visibility, and I hope that people will see Peridot the way she’s meant to be seen.

[m0rgrugyn]

so i had to write a short story for english and my cosmos bro gave me the great inspiration of writing about gay sirens killing men

The Visitor (aka a very cringe story that was way gorier than intended)

Albert was hungry. He had been for days. He was so hungry that he’d considered eating his legs. He would have, too, if it weren’t for his one ounce of common sense telling him that he’d die of blood loss.

His sailing ship, the Mary Rose, had been ransacked by pirates a week beforehand. His entire crew had been drowned, including his first mate, Hector. The pirates had stolen all the gold and food on the ship and left him to starve.

Despite all this, the only thing that had left him in a bad mood was the lack of food. He couldn’t have cared less about his shipmates, especially Hector. That man was a bother. Publicly, of course, he claimed him as his best friend, but privately Albert wanted nothing to do with him.

He’d spent most of the past week moping around in his cabin, feeling sorry for himself. In fact, at present he was so engrossed in his misery (‘Left on deck to starve! I ask you, couldn't they have had the decency to at least leave me a chef?’) that he barely noticed the thickening fog around him, and he certainly didn’t notice his ship drawing closer to the craggy rocks of the island up ahead...

Nearby, behind the rocks so dangerously facing Albert, two young women sat on a rug, eating from a picnic basket, happily holding hands and conversing. Or so you’d think.

This happy couple, seeming so innocent, were simply a diluted version of the creatures underneath. Hiding behind this mask of youth were two immortal spirits, old as time itself and with voices purer than anything you’ve heard in Mozart or Beethoven or Bach.

The Sirens, as you may know them, were far from young. They were also far from innocent. They’d killed more men than any other monsters, a fact they liked to brag about when they met people who were either somehow not affected by their song, deaf or just plain dense.

These occasions, however, were rare. They suspected that the sailors on the ship now approaching would be no different to the regular mortals they met. There'd been one arrival earlier named Hector, who called himself ‘Aromantic’ and claimed that it made him invulnerable to the entrancing noises of the Sirens’ singing.

Whether this was true they didn’t know and didn’t much care, but they’d let him leave, impressed by the willpower of the young man. He certainly had a future.

They’d had to laugh, and had done so many times, at the irony of the men who came rushing toward their island with hopes of finding and wooing the owners of such compelling voices. There had been a fair few instant proposals of marriage.

The Sirens had been questioned many times as to how they ever found happiness on an island with no men. To this they responded by laughing and kissing the other’s cheek. The look on the faces of those men when they realised! It was priceless. Of course, they never lasted long afterwards.

The approaching ship was becoming visible through the mist, and so the Sirens raised themselves from their comfortable seats and began to sing.

They raised their voices higher and higher, searching for the frequency that spoke most to their visitor. They sang a song of hope, of sorrow, every conceivable emotion blended into one and poured through the lips of the two young women on the shore.

It was not long before Albert heard their tune and, being already rather drunk on the few beer bottles left behind on the ship, was entranced immediately. He took the helm of his vessel and steered it unthinkingly towards the nearby rocks.

Albert threw the anchor from his boat into the depths of the sea with a mighty roar rather unbecoming of such a generally laid-back, even lazy person. The man, who’d never done a day’s exercise in his life, leapt off the side of the boat and began to swim towards the island.

The Sirens heard him approach and sang louder, for they knew they’d struck on a fitting tune.  They watched the man climb desperately up the side of the island, weeping uncontrollably - that was the extent of the Sirens’ power. ‘Snack time,’ snickered one.

The man cried in delight at finding the makers of the music. He blustered towards them in his usual manner, shouting ‘Good ladies of the beautiful island on which I stand, pray lend me a place to stay, for I have been journeying so long-’

But he never got to finish his rather wordy speech (he was always one for unnecessary extravagance), for at that moment the two Sirens grinned at each other and descended on their unwitting lunch.

From that moment onwards, Albert Weston was no more. The Sirens would certainly be eating well today.

One grinned, ‘I heard he was a real heavy drinker,’ she said ‘he’d certainly have been persistent if we’d let him. Wasn’t he the one Hector told us about, darling?’

‘I think so. Imagine if he were so persistent, he came back to haunt us!’

But really, she knew he was gone forever.

i hate that closing sentence but it was one of the requirements of the story to end with ��he/she knew it was gone forever’ and i couldnt think how else to do it

[tangyyyy]

Sweet ELU!dads one shot

Heyyy ! Look people, I wrote a thing ! :D

Hope some of you will like it...

Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant

2,588 words cute story

"Hi Baby Girl..." He whispered, a sweet smile on his lips.

or

Sweet & Soft Lucas & Eliott as happy tired dads.

Naptime

Eliott was walking fast through the streets of Paris under the warm sun of July. He had forgotten to take his treatment this morning, he realised it around 2pm, in the middle of a working meeting. Without a second thought, he had jumped into the underground to reach his apartment and take his medicine. This concern was new to the young man. For years, he didn't really care, taking his pills during depressive crisis and stopping as soon as he felt better. He knew very well the risks that such a behavior might imply but it was stronger than him, he couldn't help himself. Lucas' love hadn't changed anything much. His man was beyond perfect, reminding him to take his treatment regularly but was never too insistent and didn't treat him like a child, but of course, it wasn't enough. If Eliott couldn't take this damn treatment everyday, it was because he didn't really want to. But that was before. Now there was Éléonore. Just at the thought of this beautiful name, a small smile appeared on Eliott's lips who walked down the rue Myrha.

Lucas and him had been together for over ten years. Living things minute by minute, step by step, they had moved in together when Lucas entered college. Eager to commit to each other, they married surrounded by their families and their closest friends, on winter of 2026. Getting married on February had been Eliott's idea, the latter dreaming of a romantic day under the snow. It hadn't snowed on the day of their wedding, but they still spent a wonderful day. Then they bought an apartment together, a former leather workshop located in la Goutte d'Or neighborhood. The poor condition of the building explaining its reasonable price, the two young men had spent nearly two years to remodel the place on their image to make their own nest. Life was going on, the couple working a lot, Lucas as a psychomotor therapist at the Hôpital de la Pitié Salpétrière and Eliott as a cartoonist in a small independent company. They often met with their friends, went to a lot of parties, saw plenty of exhibitions, loved good films and traveled to France or abroad as soon as they could. And then, when Eliott turned thirty one, the two young men started to dream to have a child. The need to create a true loving family, the dream of concretising their love around a little human being that they would deeply loved... They had shared this idea with one of their friends, Romane, an aromantic artist who was craving to start a family. After long months of deep thoughts, doubts and dreams, the decision had been made, a child would born of the love of Eliott and Lucas and the great affection they both felt for Romane. The latter would remain the child's mom and the two men would be his/her two dads. Éléonore Lallemant was born in the night of December 17 2031. Lovely little girl with big blue eyes of 2,855 kilos. Her birth had totally changed Eliott's life. He would never have thought that he could feel a love so powerful and unconditional as the one who had struck him at his daughter's first sight. He loved Lucas, of course, more than ever, but that love, that feeling he felt towards Éléonore... It was beyond words. From then on, he made a point of taking his treatment every damn day. If Eliott could tolerate (although shameful) the idea of making Lucas living Hell during his crises, it was out of the question that the little girl had to live all that.

Cheeks flushed and skin moist with heat, Eliott pushed the heavy wooden door of their apartment. Setting his keys hastily in a small box on the entrance furniture, he crossed the narrow corridor fully tiled of cement patterned floor and came in their living room. The place seemed deserted. "Lucas?” Called Eliott. Nobody answered him. Perhaps he had gone out for a walk with Éléonore? With this overwhelming heat it didn't seem like a very good idea, but why not? Eliott walked to the kitchen, grabbed his medicine in a small wicker basket they used to put some of their drugs and swallowed it with great sip of fresh water. He tried to call Lucas on his cell phone but he heard a ringtone on the living room table. He was out without his phone? It really wasn't in his habits... Now fully intrigued, Eliott went around the rooms of the house. Nobody in their room or in Éléonore's. God, the air was hot... Eliott ran a hand over his sweaty forehead. He loved this apartment, but he had to admit that it was difficult to keep some fresh air on the inside on summer time. One of the advantages of living in a big city... Their home office was deserted and the bathroom as well. However, walking near the large half closed patio door, Eliott recognised a sound that was very familiar to him. Putting a foot in the small paved courtyard, Eliott remained motionless for a moment. Lucas slept on his back, on an old mattress that was usually stored in their shed, his open mouth letting out sweet snores. On his bare belly rested the upper body of the little girl, she also deeply asleep. Under the shade of a wooden pergola covered with wisteria, their hair danced with the breeze produced by two fans settled at Lucas' feet. Visibly suffering from the summer heat, Lucas had wore flannel shorts only, while Éléonore was wearing her diaper for one and only piece of cloths. Eliott bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a sigh of pleasure. How beautiful they were, both of them asleep on each other. The young man looked at his watch. He was supposed to come back at work once his treatment was taken but after all, after these long months of hard work, no one would blame him for hanging around a bit... With catlike steps, he walked to the mattress, crouched and lay on his side, close to Lucas. Leaning on one elbow, he watched his man and his daughter for a long time. Eleven months old Éléonore wasn't a long sleeper. Still waking up once at a night and only rarely sleeping during the day, her tight sleep schedule had reduced the two men to a state of permanent tiredness. Exhausted, but happy, if they'd have choice they wouldn't have change anything. Or maybe adding two or three hours of sleep on each night? Nothing more. Staring at the dark rings under Lucas' eyes, Eliott lightly stroked them with his fingers. In his sleep, Lucas wrinkled his nose, moved a few inches and put a protective hand on Éléonore's back. Eliott switched his focus back to the little girl. Her round cheek resting against the firm and tanned Lucas' belly, she was sleeping with her mouth open, a small trickle of drool dripping from her pink lips. Knees resting on the mattress, buttocks in the air. Eliott was still amused by the funny positions his daughter adopted at naptime.

He stretched out his arm and stroked her hair. At his touch, the little girl shook her head. Eliott immediately withdrew his hand, not wanting to interrupt her light sleep. Unfortunately, this concern seemed a bit late when Éléonore opened her big blue eyes. Her face clouded with sleep, the baby hardly lifted her head and looked at Eliott. "Hi Baby Girl..." He whispered, a sweet smile on his lips. Frowning, the little girl remained motionless for a moment, her little mouth still open. She huffed, obviously struggling to wake up completely. "Did you sleep well?” Eliott smiled as he ran his hand through her thin hair, wet with warmth. "Papa.” Said Éléonore in a shrill voice. Eliott quickly put a finger to his own lips. "Shhh! Papa's sleeping, don't wake him up.” He said to her with big round eyes. Amused from her father's face, the little girl laughed out loud, revealing her baby teeth. Without wasting any more time and now a little more awake, Éléonore took support on her legs and rested her little fists on Lucas' belly. "No, no, Nour!” Eliott whispered, shaking his head and straightening up on his lap. Nour was the the little girl's nickname used by Lucas and him. One day, Sofiane told them that this nickname, which was also an arabic name, meant "light". Finding this meaning perfectly appropriate to their love story and their new family, the two men had definitely adopted it, rarely using her real name. The little girl, determined to reach Eliott's arms by the shortest way, threw herself on all fours on Lucas' stomach, snatching from the latter a plaintive grunt. If she didn't weigh very heavy, her 7 kg were enough to pull her father from sleep. Opening his arms, Eliott welcomed Éléonore against his chest, buried his nose against her skin and breathed her sweet baby smell. "Little devil..." He chuckled.

Lucas, meanwhile, stretched and blew. Opening an eye, he closed it immediately, disturbed by the sunny afternoon's light. He rubbed his eyes and groaned again. Eliott smiled. Éléonore and he made the exact same funny faces when they struggled to wake up. "What are you doing here?” Lucas stammered hoarsely. Eliott didn't have time to answer that Lucas, suddenly, rose in a sitting position, visibly panicked. "Shit! You're already home?! We slept that much?!” He exclaimed. Eliott chuckled and kissed Eleanor's head, still snuggled against him before putting a reassuring hand on Lucas's forearm. "No, no, it's barely 3pm. Sorry, I think I interrupted your nap..." Lucas sighed and dropped heavily on the old mattress. "For the trouble taken, you'll be the one who'll get up tonight and tomorrow night..." Eliott giggled again. "Ok, that's a deal." Lucas closed his eyes and stretched while letting go of a deep yawn. "You're not supposed to be at work? - I dropped by very quickly to take my med, I had forgotten this morning." The little girl was now playing with the leather and silver necklace Elliot was wearing around his neck, a gift from Lucas for his last birthday. ""Dropped by very quickly"...” Lucas emphasised. “And so? You're not supposed to go back?” He asked, his eyes still closed, comfortably lying on his back, enjoying the cool air produced by the discreet fans. Eliott sighed. "They don't need me that much... Understand me! You were so beautiful both asleep... -Right... So you thought, "Hey, I'll wake them up!” Lucas smirked. Eliott laughed softly, leaned over and put a small kiss on the moist temple of his man. "I'm sorry..." Feeling sleepy and deeply eager to enjoy the laziness of this summer afternoon, Eliott lay down alongside Lucas, sitting Éléonore on his own belly. "Nap time baby girl..." Eliott whispered, hoping that their daughter would fall back asleep. Unfortunately, Éléonore, now fully awake and ready to live a thousand adventures, had other ideas in mind. Gripping and pulling Eliott's tee-shirt, she put the fabric into her mouth. "Please, Nour... I know you're tired, come sleep a little longer..." Lamented Eliott.

The little girl began to hop and bounce on her father's belly. Finding it amusing, she moved and threw herself on Lucas' belly, hitting his pelvis' bone. "Auch... Nour, it hurts..." Lucas growled, turning himself to lie on his stomach. Way too happy and cheerful, Éléonore sat on the back of the latter and stirred her little buttocks, hitting his skin with her fists. "Hue... Hue!*” She exclaimed, asking to play at her favourite game which was walking around the house on her dads' backs. Lucas huffed. "For fuck sake... This girl is never tired..." Mused Lucas towards Eliott. The latter smiled, straightened up, took the little girl in his arms and put her between the two of them. "Come on, stop. Now, you sleep." Feeling no desire to sleep and frustrated at not being able to act as she wanted, Éléonore winced and began to whine. In order to stop her tears, Eliott put a small kiss on her cheek and Lucas kissed her on the head. These mere gestures had the expected effect, the little girl calmed down. But right after the two men laid down on the mattress, she started to cry again. Then, Eliott and Lucas kissed her on each side of her pretty face. This small game continued for long minutes. They kissed her, she laughed loudly, they went away, she groaned again. Then, after a few minutes, tired of this new game, Éléonore sat up, climbed on Eliott's body and walked on all fours towards the inside of the house. "Nour... come back..." Lucas called her, his voice still clouded with sleep. "Let her go..." Suggested Eliott. "Yeah, good idea... A 11 months old baby all alone in a house full of sharp angles and dangerous objects, I don't see where's the problem!” Lucas complained, yet not moving. Eliott giggled, getting up. "Yeah, you're right... Anyway, I have to go back to work... I bring her back to you then I leave.” He said, walking towards the patio door. Lucas, his head still resting on the mattress, opened an eye and watched his man vanishing in the inside of the house. Two minutes later, he reappeared in the small courtyard, Éléonore in his arms. The little girl held in her hand a little picture book offered by Lucas' mother during her last visit. Eliott put her down next to Lucas and crouched down. "I must leave now..."

 Lucas got up with difficulty and sat cross-legged, ready to welcome Éléonore between his legs to read the book with her.

 "Nour, come here..." He turned to Eliott. "Are you coming home late tonight?

 -No, I'll try to hurry... Why? Do you have anything in mind?

-No, no, nothing special but... I'll may be a little more awake...“ Eliott raised amused eyebrows. "Hm... I must admit that I love this idea..." He purred, leaning close to Lucas's face. "You're very very very very very beautiful... Have you already been told? "Two or three times, yeah..." Grinned Lucas, tilting his head before staring at his man's lips with dark eyes. Eliott put his lips on his. The kiss was soft and tender like the the small courtyard's athmosphere. Then, as seconds went by, the two men deepened the kiss, playing with their tongues and their hot breath on their swollen lips. But after a while, Eliott and Lucas felt two small hands touching their cheeks. "Papa!” Shouted Éléonore, craving for some attention from her two dads. Lucas huffed, broke their kiss and turned to their daughter. "Ok, ok, come on, let's read that book..." Eliott chuckled and kissed the little girl's forehead. "Have fun baby Nour.” He kissed Lucas again. "See you tonight... Daddy.” He whispered sarcastically, emphasising the last word. "Oh fuck, you know I hate that! Get the hell out of here!” Lucas cried, unable to stop himself from laughing. Laughing out loud, Eliott rushed to the exit. Before crossing the patio door, he threw a last tender look at his man and his daughter, enjoying the sweet thought to have this two amazing people in his life...

* French kids say that (« Hue ! Hue ! ») when they play horse on people's back... Don't know if it's very understandable for foreign people but I felt like put it in this fic...

Note : Yeah, yeah, it’s totally fictionnal... Nobody owns a house like this one in Paris, except if you're a Saudi princess...

[angrylizardjacket]

Asher Kids Do An Interview

Choose an OC.

Answer them as that OC.

Tag 5 people to do the same.

Tagging @siriuslymooned​ @sam-writes​ @toplesstaylor​ @rogerandhishair​ and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!!

[aydtd]

Note: Astrid is the oldest. Cate is the middlest. Barney is the youngest.

1. What is your name?

Cate: Cate Taylor.

Barney: Barney Clarke- Taylor... Sun. 

Astrid: Astrid Taylor.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

Cate: It’s short for Catherine.

Astrid: Is that what it’s short for?

Cate: Shut up.

Barney: What are you short for?

Astrid: That’s just how I grew.

Barney: You grew?

Astrid: I didn’t come out of ma at five-foot nothin’, yeah I fuckin’ grew, ya turnip.

Cate: Barney’s short for Barnabus.

Astrid: Barney’s short for a giant.

Barney: Taller than both of you.

Astrid: Taller than everyone.

Cate: ’s not difficult to be taller than Trid.

Astrid: Shut it; Barney what’s the deal with your last name?

Barney: Clarke is my professional name, I was born a Taylor, and I married into Sun. So legally I’m Barnabus Sun-Taylor, but I’m usually credited professionally as Barney Clarke.

Astrid: Huh. Nice; I didn’t realise you and Mickey [Barney’s partner] hyphenated. I’m named Astrid ‘cos dad liked how it sounded.

3. Are you single or taken?

Barney: Taken. [Barney wiggles the fingers off his left hand, to show where a wedding ring sits neatly on his ring finger.]

Cate: Taken? Taken. Not married though, almost made that mistake before.

Astrid: Single as.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

[There’s a long silence, the three of them look at one another with confusion.]

Barney: I played a superhero once.

Astrid: Oh yeah, you were good in that, what was it-?

Barney: X-Men.

Cate: Did you really forget X-Men?

Astrid: He’s been in a lot of movies!

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Cate: The next time you read an alcoholic, lesbian, disaster Mary Sue, can you please send me a link? 

Astrid: Hey!

Barney: I’m pretty sure it’s ‘Gary Stu’ for me?

Cate: You’re not a Gary Stu... Actually-

Astrid: Maybe a little?

Barney: I’m successful, there’s a difference, I think.

Cate: (amused) Did you put yourself through the litmus test?

Astrid: There’s a litmus test?

6. What’s your eye color?

Astrid: Blue.

Cate: Blue.

Barney: Ma’s eyes all the way; green.

7. How about your hair color?

Barney: Ginger.

Cate: I dunno, I think I’d consider myself a strawberry blonde.

Astrid: We’re a weird sliding scale between mum and dad; I’ve got dad’s blonde hair.

8. Have any family members?

[They look at each other with amusement.]

Astrid: (sarcastically) No, I’ve never seen these people before in my life.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Cate: My daughter’s been asking about getting a dog and I’m pretty sure Joe’s gonna get her one if he gets wind of how much she wants it. 

Astrid: God, imagine her little face if Joe gets her a puppy, oh Christ.

Cate: She’d cry, she’d absolutely cry, like happy tears but... oh, God I’m gonna get a dog aren’t I?

Barney: Pets are great; I love Sir more every day.

Astrid: I hope [Cate’s] dog is nothing like Sir, that cat is an asshole-

Barney: Only to you.

Astrid: Barn, your cat is an asshole.

Barney: You’re an asshole.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

Astrid: Barney’s fucking cat.

Barney: Astrid.

Cate: Calm down you babies. I don’t like wearing high heels.

Astrid: Seconded.

Barney: Thirded.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Barney: I box.

Astrid: That’s your go-to, isn’t it?

Barney: Fine, I also enjoy swimming, spending time with Mickey, and mixing drinks. 

Cate: That’s cute.

Astrid: I enjoy drinking the drinks he mixes.

Cate: That’s less cute.

Barney: Drinking isn’t a hobby.

Astrid: Alright, I enjoy going to pubs to listen to music, driving fast cars, and spending time with pretty people.

Cate: Yeah, that checks out. I don’t have a lot of time for hobbies, though I play music, my bass mostly, and, ah, studying languages I guess. And spending time with Claud [her daughter], obviously.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Astrid: Bar fights, mostly. Smacked a few assholes who’ve heckled Barn’s movies while I’m trying to watch them.

Barney: That’s actually kind of sweet. I’ve only been in one bar fight, and Trid finished that guy off, but other than that, and a few stunts gone wrong, a few hits in boxing, not really.

Cate: (visibly uncomfortable) Not, uh, not physically.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Astrid: What the fuck? No.

14. What kind of animal are you?

Cate: I think I’m a meerkat.

[Astrid immediately raises her hands up to her chest like paws, perking up and looking around, imitating a meerkat. Cate smiles, and imitates the gesture.]

Barney: Yeah, I can see it. Trid’s that terribly taxidermied- ah, [he pulls out his phone, and taps away at the screen for a moment] cheetah! 

[Astrid shoves him, but both he and Cate are laughing.]

Astrid: You’re your asshole cat.

15. Name your worst habits?

Barney: Oh, Mickey actually hit the nail on the head when we did the Husband Tag on their channel the other day- follow Mickey, they’re sunteamick, all one word, on YouTube.

Cate: What did they say?

Barney: I’m too unperturbed.

Astrid: You’re too chill?

Barney: They said I’m a danger to myself because of it; got hit in the face at boxing a few months ago, broke my nose - not the first time, but still not pleasant - and went home instead of to the hospital because I didn’t think it was that bad. It wasn’t; I still should have gone to hospital but it wasn’t that bad. Much worse things could have happened, it’s just a nose.

Cate: You need to be more perturbed?

Barney: I need to be more perturbed.

Astrid: Being unperturbed isn’t exactly a habit.

Barney: I also leave the cap off the toothpaste after I use it.

Cate: That’s bad and you should feel bad.

Barney: I do, but I’ll never change. It perturbs Mickey.

Astrid: My worst habit is that - I’m a stunt driver sometimes, right, and I do mad dangerous stunts, and every time I get injured or have like, a near death experience, I don’t think like ‘oh maybe I should slow down’, I think ‘how long until I can get this fuckin’ cast off and get back behind the wheel?’.

Cate: You’re an adrenaline junkie.

Astrid: But only with dangerous car stunts.

Barney: You perturb me.

Astrid: Good.

Cate: I bite my nails.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Astrid: Physically or metaphorically?

Barney: You look up to everyone physically. 

[Note; Barney Clarke is 6′4. Astrid Taylor is 5′0.]

Cate: Our parents, obviously. They’re very successful, and have been through a lot. I grew up idolising them because they’re my parents, but as I came to know more about them as people, it was just natural to idolise them as people too.

Barney: Yeah, mum and dad, also Alec Baldwin.

Cate: Alec Baldwin, really? I wouldn’t have picked that.

Barney: Did you see him in Streetcar? [he hums appreciatively] That man’s career, his talent, all the stuff of legend. Meryl Streep, too.

Cate: Yeah no, I get that.

Astrid: Meryl Streep can get it.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Barney: Uh, I’m pan?

Cate: I’m probably on the asexual spectrum, I haven’t thought about it in a while. Not aromantic though, I guess I’d be bi or pan romantic? Queer. I’m queer.

Astrid: I’m- look at me, I’m a whole damn lesbian.

18. Do you go to school?

Astrid: I take a few classes here and there, but I actually didn’t finish high school, dropped out in Year 10 with my parent’s blessing and started working as a mechanic.

Cate: I haven’t studied in a while but I have a Masters in Public Relations.

Astrid: And she speaks like eight languages.

Cate: Five.

Astrid: Still, you’re a very impressive lady.

Cate: Thanks, Trid. 

Barney: I finished high school, but I’ve been working pretty steadily since then, don’t have a degree or anything.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Cate: I’ve got Claud, I almost married her dad, but... but that would have been bad for everyone. I’m not in a hurry to get married, let’s say.

Barney: Mickey and I don’t really want to be parents just yet, maybe one day, but we’re happy just spoiling Claud when we can.

Astrid: Oh, absolutely seconded; that kid is terrifyingly sweet for how spoiled she is.

Barney: She’s so great.

Cate: She really is.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Astrid: I run a Barney stan account on Twitter.

Barney: Really?

Astrid: Fuck no, but he does actually have fans.

Cate: I guess we all have fans in our own way, but a lot of that, like minus Barney, who’s genuinely a star, is more because of mum and dad.

Astrid: Imagine if Claud grows up to be a Queen stan on tumblr.

Cate: That’s horrifying.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Cate: The concept of Claud finding smut about Joe.

Astrid: The concept that Cate’s found and read smut about Joe.

Barney: Why would she need it? Couldn’t she just-

Astrid: Maybe before they were together?

Cate: I hate you both.

Barney: Well, that’s not a ‘no I haven’t read smut about my boyfriend’. Also I’m afraid of submarines.

Astrid: Submarines?

Barney: The big hole in the front of them gives me anxiety.

22. What do you usually wear?

Barney: Astrid doesn’t get to answer this one because she doesn’t know what fashion is, and dresses like a single dad in the middle of his mid-life crisis.

[Astrid shrugs but keeps quiet; her shorts have oil stains on them.]

Barney: Good. I’m a fan of colourful button-downs and slacks.

Astrid: Gucci [pronounced Gucky, like ducky but with a G] button-downs, you mean. 

Barney: (quietly, but with a lot of feeling) I hate you.

[Cate is laughing too hard to answer. She wears a pastel sweater and well fitting jeans.]

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Astrid: Kracken Rum.

Cate: That doesn’t count as food.

Astrid: I’m not changing my answer.

Cate: Fine. Original Glaze Krispy Cream Donuts.

Barney: Like the ones dad used to buy us when we’d visit him on tour in America?

Cate: Yeah! God they’re good.

Barney: I’m always tempted by whatever Mickey cooks, though they don’t do it a lot. I usually cook. I enjoy it a lot.

24. Am I annoying to you?

Cate: No, you’re fine.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Astrid: How many questions left?

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

[All three of them seem to become uncomfortable with the question.]

Cate: We- we’re comfortable. Our parents are Roger and Ash Taylor, we’ll always be comfortable.

27. How many friends do you have?

Cate: I’d say we’ve all got good circles - very different circles, sure-

Barney: If Astrid could stop collecting my pretty-boy costars that is.

Astrid: (smugly) It’s not my fault I’m good at making friends with your pretty-boy costars.

Barney: I’m glad people don’t realise we’re related, sometimes.

Astrid: Because I embarrass you?

Barney: (grumbling under his breath) Because everyone thinks you’re cooler than me.

Astrid: Men are so easy to get; look good, drive fast, and drink hard. Once they find out I’m gay and I can help wingman them really well, and maybe fix their cars, I’ve got ‘em, hook, line, and sinker.

Barney: That’s a bit of a generalisation, don’t you think?

Astrid: Fine; pretty boys in Hollywood are easy to get. 

Barney: That much I’ll give you.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Cate: Actually, Barney, that apple pie you made for Easter was stunning, I was meaning to tell you.

Astrid: Easter was months ago.

Cate: I’ve been busy!

Barney: Thanks, I can send you the recipe if you like.

Cate: I’d never have the time to cook it.

Barney: I’ll make it for you again, then. 

29. Favorite drink?

Astrid: Kracken. Rum.

Barney: Peanut butter and chocolate milkshake.

Cate: (again, uncomfortable) Orange juice, I guess.

30. What’s your favorite place?

Barney: The kitchen of my LA apartment, with a roast dinner in the oven and Mickey sitting at the kitchen island talking to me about their day.

Cate: Awww!

Astrid: That’s really sweet, Barn.

Cate: Well mine’s probably being side of stage at one of dad’s concerts with Claud with me.

Astrid: (quiet) Mine’s gonna sound stupid.

Cate: No, it’s- well, maybe.

Astrid: It’s just- I don’t really have like a favourite favourite place, you know? I have like, moments with people that just stick with me. Like, I shared a cigarette with Ben [Hardy] during one of Cate’s gigs and I just remember talking and laughing and looking up at the stars, and I could hear my talented as all fuck sister playing inside, and I just- it was lovely. 

Cate: Trid...

Astrid: And you know, I do remember X-Men, you know? Because when you flew with that scream-thing you do in the movie? I fucking cried. I was so fucking proud, dude. My favourite place is in a cinema watching my little brother on the big screen, or at a bar watching my sister smash out some of the best rock and roll of our generation, or watching dad play, or seeing mum’s smile when she’s finally happy with an outfit- fuck, sorry I didn’t mean to get all sappy and shit.

Barney: No- Trid, no, don’t apologise.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Astrid: Not in a long-term sense.

[Cate and Barney share a frown, before turning their identical ‘are you kidding me?’ looks on the interviewer.]

32. That was a stupid question…

Barney: Yeah, I’m married.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Cate: Ocean, always the ocean.

Barney: Yeah, I’m with you on that one.

Astrid: But the ocean has submarines in it.

Barney: Well I can’t see them so it’s fine.

Astrid: Fair cop, I also have to say ocean.

34. What’s your type?

Astrid: (teasingly) Cate likes cute, goofy actors with dumb perms and big grins and-

Cate: Astrid likes all girls ever, especially if they buy her a drink.

Astrid: Guilty as charged.

Barney: Two opposite ends of the spectrum? Every girl ever and Joe Mazzello specifically?

Cate: ... Pretty much.

35. Any fetishes?

[Astrid opens her mouth, but Cate smacks her hand over her mouth.]

Cate: That’s information I don’t need to know about my sister, thanks.

Barney: (grinning) Bondage.

Astrid: (muffled) Nice.

Cate: Christ.

Barney: That’s the tame shit, Catie.

Cate: You are my Baby Brother, shut your mouth. Ow!

[Astrid has bitten Cate’s hand. She removes her hand from Astrid’s mouth.]

Barney: I’m a married man!

Cate: I don’t want to know what you guys are into, and I don’t want you to know what I’m into, okay? We all know too much about our own family, I’d like some modicum of privacy.

Astrid: Yeah, after you see your mum bare it all in a photoshoot from the seventies with Bowie, life does get a little weird.

Barney: Oh, I forgot about that. Okay, moving on.

36. Camping or outdoors?

Astrid: Camper van.

Barney: I like hiking, but not really camping.

Cate: Claud camps in the backyard sometimes, it’s fun to join her, sometimes we stargaze.

Astrid: That’s a grossly cute image to end on.

Barney: Does Joe stargaze with you guys?

Cate: (blushing) Once or twice. Claud fell asleep on him last time. It was pretty cute.

Astrid: Oh that’s actually really cute.

Cate: Yeah, it was.

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Late, but better than never, right?

For Trans Day of Visibility, I thought I would talk about the person that was really there for me in every way I needed at a very critical time of my life. Gonna go on a bit, so I’ll put most of it under a cut, but TL;DR? The woman in the left image is the best thing to ever happen to me and I am gonna marry her as soon as her aromantic ass lets me, LMAO

The image on the left is me about a year and half ago, nervously awaiting the arrival of my date. We’d been talking online for a few weeks and she seemed so great, but I am actually really shy? Idk, I go back and forth. I knew she was colorblind and could only see blue, so I chose the one first-date-worthy blue shirt I had and hoped for the best. The date couldn’t have gone better. So did the second, and the third, and so on!

And... then... my grandpa on one side of my family got diagnosed with terminal cancer. I told her she didn’t have to stay, that this was a lot to take on in a new relationship, and she waved it off and held me while I cried. Two weeks later on the opposite side of the family, my grandma(whom I was much, much closer with) was also diagnosed with terminal cancer. Once more, I offered her an out, and she refused to take it... multiple times.

As hard as that was, it wasn’t the only thing going on- I was coming to terms with my disability, leaving work to apply for disability(which I still don’t have, ugh) and...

I was also coming to terms with being trans and struggling on the “stay in the closet and protect my family during a hard time” or “be honest and pray they accept me” thing. She stayed by my side for hospital visits, emergency trips out of state to visit family members... and even both of their funerals- one three months later, the other five.

I came out, and she was with me, holding my hand, offering advice and counsel, and when I inevitably lost most of my family, she was there to support me. I kept giving her outs, told her it would be okay, that I would understand, but she held me close, let me cry, and supported me through it all. I was there for her too, but I don’t want to get into the little bit I did by comparison... I just...

Gods, I love her.

Skip forward to now, and the image on the right was taken a few weeks ago, and we are so happy. We have been talking about marriage and weddings and my hyper romantic self is so excited, even if it’s all concept and no application so far. We have been talking about the future, and it feels good to have something to look forward to. I love living with her and our cat Shmoofy... for the first time ever in my life, I have a home, and it’s with her.

So from a queer, disabled, polyamorous, transmasc genderqueer mun.... Happy Trans Day of Visibility, I hope you enjoyed my story- here’s to hoping I have a lifetime to look forward to with my wonderful transfemme nonbinary girlfriend, and may she one day lower her standards enough to marry my ass, haha! <3

Life is still hard with little to no income (I do art commissions if you are interested, btw) and I know she is strained supporting us both until I can get on disability (which has a wait time of like 3-5 years UGH) so if you would like, I know some folks are linking their paypals. Mine has my deadname, so I would prefer venmo, which is venmo.com/kaysplay but if you only use paypal, lmk and I can link that as well

HAPPY TDOV!!!

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2, 4, 8, 9, 16, 26, 28, 29, 41, 46 and 49 for your dnd chars, as well as the dissolve me characters. hahaha i'm so sorry good luck

OC QUESTIONS | Accepting

i already answered a bunch of these but im never consistent in character development so whatever here

2. Do they have anytitles? How did they get them?

Only three have actual titles!

Ser’s official title is Lady Serafima Isidora Tammeth ofDawnhost.

Chal is, in some iterations of the universe, now Ser ChalIllith’vir, Marquis of Darton, thanks to a birthday gift from the Conman.

Ciara’s title, officially, is Lady Ciara Rosa Juno Arradiah,Runner of Waves.

4. What is theirrelationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Didthey know both parents?

Calvael: His mom is dead, his dad left them when Cal was tooyoung to remember. Calvael loved his mom to bits though. His best memories withher are of the both of them gardening in the sun. A bad memory is definitely theday his mother got killed.

Rorik: His biological parents died in the fire that burntdown most of his town. He was happy with them, but never quite felt like hebelonged. His adoptive elven mother disappeared a couple years ago, and Rorikis still unsure whether she still lives or not.

Renethil: She never knew them, as she was taken from them bythe Seers when she was very young.

Mort: They didn’t have parents in that sense, since theirclan had a more communal way of caretaking and raising children. They remembersitting with one of the elder tieflings one stormy night, braiding each other’shair, their unexperienced fingers tugging loose strands, both of them tellingstory after story.

Chal: Chal’s relationship with his family is a littlestrained. He had a good bond with his mother, who accepted him and loved himunconditionally. His father did not like him as much, and this feeling wasmutual. He does still respect him for teaching him the ways of trade, but that’sall of the good he can say about him.

Aiki: Aiki has no parents since ey’re an android.

Wyatt: Wyatt could give less shits about his parents,really. It sounds harsh, but they never had a good connection, and he has histwin.

Ghilli: Ghilli barely remembers her mother, knowing onlythat she died shortly after she and her sister were born. She and her fathergot along swimmingly though, and she learnt everything she knows from him. Shestill remembers days bent over a forge, making her very first hammer.

Serafima: Ser has a great relationship with her parents.Sure, they can be a little overbearing and overprotective at times, but that’sonly logical, she’s the first-born child after all. A bad memory she vividlyrecalls is when her dad got very ill, and no one was sure he’d even make it.

Eiridi: Eiridi’s family was killed by a roving band of orcsand goliaths. She remembers them pretty vividly though, including each andevery one of them being violently slaughter, her tired wings carrying heracross the mountains as fast as she could. It’s… not a good thing to thinkabout.

Aer: Aer never really had parents in that sense. They weremostly raised by, well, literal animals, and other forest gnomes, but therenever was a real familial relationship.

Amaranthe: The clan of selkies that she belongs to doesn’thave clear familial relationships. The closest she has to a parent is the headof the clan, an elderly selkie woman called Hyrre.

Tamsen: Likewise.

Ciara: Her connection with her parents used to be prettystrong, but it’s watered down a little now that she’s living on her own. One ofher very first memories of them is of her mother teaching her to swim in theocean.

8. Did they have petsas a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Calvael: Calvael is literally afraid of anything bigger thana small cat. He likes birds, though. No pets for him, however.

Rorik: Rorik has no pets, sadly. He was trying to raise somebirds, but all the eggs went bad. He’s very set on getting a pseudodragon now,however.

Renethil: She has no pets, nor did she ever have one, andshe hasn’t really considered the thought of one. She’d like a cat, but thememories of Syardis with Adodak as a cat have kind of spoiled that idea.

Mort: No pets for them ever, but they wouldn’t mind one,they suppose. It’s not something that’s ever come up.

Chal: Chal hates cats, is indifferent to dogs, but mostother animals are fair game. He’d like something fancy like a pseudodragon, orsomething more obscure like a Flumph.

Aiki: No, no, and no. Ey has Mokir though, that’s kind oflike a pet.

Wyatt: Wyatt has his loyal German Shepherd named Shep, whois his trusted companion and he loves him very much. He’s very smart and waybetter than Claws. Also, Wyatt is incredibly allergic to cats.

Ghilli: She’s never had pets or considered getting one. Shedoesn’t think she could take proper care of it on the road.

Serafima: She had a little lizard when she was a kid, but it’sdead now, and she never got a new pet. She’d like one, though.

Eiridi: She is like a pet.

Aer: Aer doesn’t believe in the keeping of pets. They cancommunicate with small woodland animals, and they’re their friends.

Amaranthe: She gets along with the smaller fish in theocean, if that counts.

Tamsen: They’d love pets! Pretty hard to take care of themin the ocean, though.

Ciara: She had a dog as a kid, but she never really caredfor pets all that much.

9. Do animals likethem? Do they get on well with animals?

Already mostly answered above? A thing of note is that catsseem to love Chal. It’s the worst. He hates it.

16. Do they collectanything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?  

Calvael: Dried flowers.

Rorik: Pelts and furs.

Renethil: Fashion and contempt.

Mort: Nah.

Chal: Money and jewelry.

Aiki: Sweaters.

Wyatt: Anything valuable.

Ghilli: Gems and other pretty stones.

Serafima: Little trinkets and keepsakes.

Eiridi: Shiny things!!!

Aer: Nah.

Amaranthe: She has an entire box of handmade jewelry thatTamsen keeps giving her. It’s adorable.

Tamsen: Anything they can make jewelry out of. Shells,stones, beads, anything.

Ciara: Nah.

26. How do they actwhen they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

Calvael: Mostly he just smiles a lot.

Rorik: He’s very visibly happy: A lot of smiling andlaughing, sometimes humming, bouncing.

Renethil: She tends to try and hide it, but her ears arevery expressive, and she blushes easily.

Mort: What is happiness.

Chal: Expressive ears man. He has his emotions tightlylocked up, though, and only a few people will ever see him actually genuinely happy.

Aiki: What are emotions.

Wyatt: He has a very boisterous laugh, and his eyes tend toget a little glimmer when he’s really happy.

Ghilli: She’s a very expressive person, and will hum andlaugh and sing. Also ruffling hair and generally being affectionate and touchy.

Serafima: Leg bouncing, hand flapping, all the little nicethings, as well as a wide smile and squinty eyes.

Eiridi: She whistles. A lot.

Aer: They get this little devious smirk, but their eyes getall crinkley when they’re genuinely happy.

Amaranthe: Her smile is very warm, and anyone who sees itfeels blessed, cuz she doesn’t show it a lot.

Tamsen: Tamsen is very vocal in their happiness, and willclearly let you know.

Ciara: Ciara tends to get all blushy when she’s happy.

28. What is theirbiggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

I already answered this a while back here so im just gonna addthe characters that aren’t in there.

Eiridi: Eiridi gets all tremble-y and shaky when she’sscared, and will hide in her wings. She’s scared of the dark and not very goodwith fire either.

Aer: Aer thinks they hide their fear well, but they have atell-tale twitch above their left eye that shows when they’re scared.

Amaranthe: Amaranthe is the type to hide her fear to protectothers, and it’s very rare that you’ll actually see her afraid.

Tamsen: Tamsen gets all wide-eyed and shaking when they’rescared, and try to hide behind someone else.

Ciara: She’s very afraid of drowning, even though she’s areally good swimmer and loves the ocean.

29. What do they dowhen they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very overprotective?

Calvael: Chances are he’s also afraid of it, so he won’ttease, mostly just relate.

Rorik: He might tease a little if it’s a really unexpectedor irrational fear, but he won’t be mean about it.

Renethil: Depending on who it is, either mock them or justkeep quiet about it.

Mort: They’re not disrespectful, and will probably not evencare, so long as it doesn’t hinder the progress.

Chal: Definitely tease, but not in a mean way.

Aiki: What are fears.

Wyatt: Tease a little, but he’d also be pretty protective,especially when it’s someone he’s close to.

Ghilli: She is the Ultimate Mom and will Protect you.

Serafima: She’ll respect it and tell you not to worry.

Eiridi: Probably laugh. Social graces? She doesn’t havethem.

Aer: Honestly, probably tease a lot.

Amaranthe: Depending on the person, laugh but not say muchelse, or protect them.

Tamsen: Be very kind and sweet and generally trustworthy.You’d  tell them anything.

Ciara: Be protective.

41. What’s theirsexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do theylike/need in a relationship?

Calvael: Mmmmaybe straight??? Who even knows/?? He hasn’thad much time or opportunity to figure it out so he doesn’t  know.

Rorik: Bicurious.

Renethil: Sexrepulsed asexual lesbian.

Mort: Ace panromantic.

Chal: Panromantic pansexual polyamorous.

Aiki: Acearo.

Wyatt: Hecka gay, but would fuck a girl probably. He’s not that picky.

Ghilli: Super super super gay. Powerlesbian.

Serafima: Pansexual panromantic.

Eiridi: Birds.

Aer: Aromantic pansexual.

Amaranthe: Homoromantic homosexual.

Tamsen: Panromantic demipansexual.

Ciara: Questioning, later resolved to be biromanticbisexual.

46. Do they make agood first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? Howdo they introduce themselves?

Calvael: His first impression is probably him trying to becool and utterly failing. So yes, quite accurate.

Rorik: Overenthusiastic puppy. He can be a little awkwardwith meeting new people and will often blurt out anything that comes to mind.

Renethil: Ren tends to keep herself distant until she’s surewho she’s dealing with. She usually introduces herself with her full firstname, and tries to keep up a haughty air.

Mort: They’re not good with people, and first impressions ofthem are usually either really stand-offish and cold, or really awkward.

Chal: Chal is very good with words and a practiced talker,so he tends to make a good first impression on people. He’s a fan of a bitoverdone gestures of amicability, like sweeping bows and hand-kisses.

Aiki: Cold, arrogant and an asshole. So yes very accurate.

Wyatt: Wyatt doesn’t usually say much when they meet newpeople, and prefers to let his sister take the lead, so he can come off asdisinterested and arrogant, which he isn’t, really.

Ghilli: A true Mom. She will adopt you and you probably won’teven mind.

Serafima: Ser can be a little uncomfortable and awkward, butshe’ll cover for that by being very loud and extra.

Eiridi: The least social bird-person you’ll ever meet.

Aer: Aer can be very charming and sweet, often paintingthemselves as a lost child. Don’t trust them.

Amaranthe: Amaranthe is… not good at first impressions. Orsecond. She comes off as a cold bitch to basically anyone, but that’s mostlyher self-defense mechanism.

Tamsen: The sweetest child you ever did meet. Protect them.

Ciara: Ciara is a little awkward and can say things withoutmeaning them.

49. What is theirmost valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to takeeverywhere with them?

Calvael: The scarf he got from his mom, that he always wearseven when it’s way too warm.

Rorik: He used to not be very sentimental, but now there’sthe stone Traxae gifted him upon her death, that he carries in a hidden pouchunder his armour, over his heart, to remember her by. At night he often takesit out and holds it for a while.

Renethil: She’s not sentimental at all. Of course her spellbook is important to her, however.

Mort: They don’t believe much in material possession. Themost important to them is probably the long braid, that they promised theywouldn’t cut off until they brought vengeance down upon those that murdered herclan.

Chal: He’s not super sentimental, but he does have a smallnecklace with a jade pendant that his mother gave him, that he usually wears.

Aiki: No.

Wyatt: His most valued object is most definitely the ringleft to him by Traesyc. He goes stir-crazy when he doesn’t have it around hisfinger, and is constantly twisting it, to the point of scraping his skin attimes.

Ghilli: Her warhammer, Lola, is definitely the mostimportant object to her. She crafted it together with her dad, and it’sbasically her best friend.

Serafima: Her journal, filled with drawings of her family,and of her travels. She’s not too sentimental, but she likes to have some pieceof home with her.

Eiridi: She doesn’t have much possessions in general, so no.

Aer: Nope.

Amaranthe: The necklace made for her by Tamsen on their fiveyear anniversary.

Tamsen: The little shell Amaranthe gave them pretty early onin their relationship. Amaranthe keeps insisting it’s silly, but they love it.

Ciara: She’s not really sentimental, and doesn’t have manyvalued possessions.

[trigger-happy-psycho-blog]

Happy Aro-Spec Awareness Week !!! - Day Two

~ What struggles have I encountered as an Aromantic? ~ As an Aro Ace, there is no lack of struggles I have encountered. It bothers me so much when someone assumes that we undergo no oppression, because this is completely false. 1. My own religious family believes in the holiness of romantic love and sexuality or whatever. Half of them believe that I am faking while the other half thinks I need therapy. This is not enough to bother me, however. 2. What did bother me was the fact that I couldn’t feel romantic love while others could. At first, I thought I did, but after my first and only relationship, I realized that my feelings were never romantic, and I probably would never really like anyone in that way because I never really had any desire to. 3. My friends always liked to tell me how “cute” it would be if I liked someone and they tried to ship me with people. This did nothing but make me uncomfortable. 4. Many people (including myself) considered me a freak or selfish and proud for not ever having a crush. I wish they would have know that I was not being picky, but I just didn’t have the ability to feel like that. 5. Another struggle I encounter is the problem of other people liking me. Although I don’t mind, it makes me feel bad because I have to tell them that they can never really have my love in the way they want. Some people react better than others… Only like three people have liked me though so this isn’t that bad… 6. I also have problems explaining to my friends how important platonic relationships are to me. To them, romantic relationships are everything, but to me, their friendship is even stronger than that. 7. People always ask me “who I like” and “who I think is hot.” Ummm…. Me… I think I’m pretty hot… It’s hard to explain what Aro ace is to someone who doesn’t know what it’s like 8. EVERYTIME I show someone a pride flag for Aromantics or Asexuals they have no idea what it is. Real responses I’ve gotten include “It’s just stripes…” “Is that the straight pride flag?” “It reminds me of MineCraft…” “Wow you must really love Green.” THIS IS WHY WE NEED A VISIBILITY WEEK PEOPLE

This being said, I am still proud of my orientation. Despite the struggles, being Aromantic and Asexual is who I am. But I am not limited to this. And that is my word of advice to you all:

Despite what anyone else may think or say, you are you. You are Aromantic. And that’s okay. In fact, that’s more than okay because it’s all YOU and that’s VERY important. You are valid and you deserve love, even if it isn’t romantic love. Yes, you are Aromantic. And you are so much more. ❤�� ~ Fandom Prompt ~ Aromantic/Allosexual Character: Merida from Brave (I believe she is Allo because she was admiring the strong, handsome man when the Kings were presenting their sons)

[ilovedthestars]

wow, is it that time of year again already?

it's the second aro visibility day ever. It's also my first pride month where I am confident in calling myself aromantic.

It's weird how that happens. It took me a while, the first time around, to really entertain the possibility that I might not be straight, and a while longer to feel even a little bit certain. It took me a while the second time, too. For some reason it feels like it should've been simpler, the second time around. It wasn't. It honestly might have been harder to feel sure. You know that post about the turtles? It's hard to confirm the lack of something.

But it's a year later, and I feel certain. Last year everything was still shifting under me, but now I feel settled. I still love "queer," but I don't feel like I need that ambiguity as much as I used to--"aro" feels like it fits me better than "gay" ever did. This is comfortable. I like it.

I came out to my mom--at some point? I honestly can't remember exactly when. We were in the car driving home from something and it came up, and when I told her I thought I might be aro she said "That's not very surprising." That was honestly the best thing she could have said. A few days ago, in a conversation with my family, she asked if she was allowed to mention to her friends that I was queer, if it ever came up. I thought about it, and told her yeah, she was.

I've been thinking about visibility, lately. I want queer people to be able to tell I'm one of us. Mostly because I want to feel like one of us. I've never been big on coming out. I don't want it to be a big deal. I just want to be seen, and recognized.

I think I'm ready to be out as aro, to the people who know what that means. Last week I ordered a set of black and white rings for myself. I can't wait for them to arrive.

I think me from a year ago, who was scared to even try on the label "aromantic," who still needed the safe distance of maybe-probably-still-questioning to feel comfortable with it, would be really happy to see me now.

it's the first aro visibility day, ever! It's also my first pride month where I consider myself to be part of the aro community. there's something about that that I find very satisfying, almost comforting. this is new for me, but in some ways it's new for all of us. it's nice to feel like i'm not figuring myself out all alone.

i already did questioning round 1, back in middle and early high school, and came to the conclusion that I was queer (i used queer to describe myself more often than gay or lesbian, but that was the kind of queer that i meant.) i figured out that i thought girls were really pretty, and couldn't really see myself ending up with a guy, and could sort of see myself dating a girl someday, and once I got that figured out I thought I was mostly done. orientation solved, check! just in time to join the high school QSA and wear rainbows during june and joke with my friends about how everyone we knew was queer.

in retrospect, i definitely sort of knew that there was more going on, even when i went thru that first round of questioning. i learned about aspec identities in middle school, via the internet. i distinctly remember a late-night text conversation with a friend in which i told her I thought I might be demisexual (i think my own sexual and romantic orientations were tied together in my mind at the time, and still sort of are, although it's more complicated now.) I was maybe twelve years old, and had never had a crush, and had stumbled upon some words that maybe explained why I wasn't even sure what a crush would feel like. My friend pointed out that lots of people don't have crushes until they're older, and it didn't necessarily have to mean i was aspec. I don't begrudge her this--at the time it was comforting to hear. I think I sort of put the idea away on a "more data required" basis, and didn't think hard about it for years.

it wasn't until within the last six months or so that I started seriously thinking about the possibility that i might be aspec again. i found a fandom community that was full of proud aspec people, and conversations with them started to ring some bells. I read Angela Chen's Ace, which also described some experiences that clicked with me. it occurred to me that while girls are pretty, and the abstract idea of a romantic relationship sounds like it could be fun, i still have yet to actually think "i want to date this specific person." it's always been a pure hypothetical, maybe-one-day thing. i started to think--okay, so maybe i might be some kind of aro or ace. possibly. perhaps.

so now i'm still deep in the quagmire of questioning round 2, trying to fit together "girls are pretty" and "i think would hypothetically date someone" and "i don't actually know if i've ever felt romantic attraction in my life" into something that I can understand. i still feel weird about calling myself aro--i don't feel like I'm certain yet. i think i'm just starting to get to a place where i feel comfortable saying that i'm somewhere on the a-spectrums. but i'm really grateful have found a community where I feel like I can be uncertain and still be included. thanks to the people who have helped me down this road so far--you know who you are, and i love you.

happy aromantic visibility day, and happy pride, to all the aros (and possibly-aros, and maybe??? aros, and i-think-i-might-be-aro-but-i'm-not-sures) out there 💜