#ac writings

[shinechermont]

This is a (rewritten) one-shot based on @sisi-sarsoura's request for Phemto(my sona/oc) and Swad (litemong and song_a's baby) having a picnic

i hope you enjoy!

"You seem quite impressed by the place." Swad laughed at his friend's expression when she first stepped inside of the garden.

Phemto couldn't help but laugh as well. "Well, what did you expect when showing me your particular natural reserve that you call a garden?"

Swad let out a polite chuckle. "This place isn't as big as it used to be. When I arrived it was a big forest, you know? But there were some vermins people who destroyed part of it before I intervened."

"Do you have some attachment to this place?" Phemto asked. She then noticed that they were talking about HIS garden in HIS property. She wanted to facepalm herself.

She probably made a fun expression as she was roasting herself internally, because Swad laughed at her with no ill intentions.

"Oh, darling, I can tell you are beating yourself. This was supposed to be a moment for us to hang out and have fun." Swad proclaimed. He now seemed to be more bothered about her negative feelings than any other stupid questions she could make, looking at her with a... worried gaze? It was hard to tell because he was smiling as always.

"Alright, sorry..." She said sheepishly. The skeleton put a and on her shoulder as he guided her to their picnic spot.

"This place looks a lot alike the forest I lived nearby when I was a kid." He admitted with a soft tone. "Sadly the universe where it belonged to has been destroyed long ago..."

"I see..." Phemto said. She now feared that her question brought bad memories. Swad seemed kind of... distant as he explained things to her.

She supposed it was for the better to change the subject. "What are we having? Is the food that good for you to insist that I shouldn't bring anything?"

"Impatient, aren't you?~" Swad said with a teasing expression. "Well, the spot is right there, so why don't we discover?"

The spot was,in fact, a couple feet in front of them. They walked in direction to it and sat down. Phemto could only observe how the place was beautiful.

Apparently her friend chose a part of the garden next to a lake, with their spot being under a tree. There were also some small flowers growing near the lakeshore. That really made Phemto wish tis wouldn't be the only time she was going to be asked to go toa picnic.

She helped Swad to unpack the food he brought. Was he the one who did it? He never mentioned about cooking...

She picked a sandwich and started eating it. Chicken. Well, it tasted good.

She picked a bottle with some red liquid, preparing to serve herself and Swad when he stopped her.

"Darling, I think you picked my bottle." He said kindly. "I'd like to share, but I had to add some things that would probably ruin the taste for you. Here, lemme serve this instead."

He poured some beverage of similar color, though its color tone was less intense. It smelled like tea.

The bat monster thanked her friend as she took a sip from her cup, watching the other pour his own beverage in his cup. The liquid seemed more viscous and had a funny yet quite familiar smell... which she couldn't tell what it was.

"Well, how have your week been?" Swad asked after taking a sip from his cup.

"There weren't as many costumers for Ms. Muffet's dismay." Phemto said. "I would like to say that he was one of the few people I saw, but he wasn't."

Swad hummed in acknowledge, seeming upset by those news, but he recomposed himself quickly. "...Is it just that? You didn't do anything else?"

"My life is not as exciting as you think." The bat monster teased. "The only different thing that happened was your invite."

"How about you?" She asked.

"I didn't do much as well. We just threw a small party for one of my business partners' birthday."

"Oh, Was the party good?"

"Yes! We even managed to make some good deals."

Phemto wasn't sure about what exactly was this business Swad had, but at this point she supposed it had something to do with him. Of course she never asked about it, in fear of both meddling with something she shouldn't know (otherwise Swad would have already told her, right?) and making her friend upset.

She hoped one day he could her what it was. Swad was one of her greatest friends more like one of the only and yet she knew so, so less about him.

For now, she'd just enjoy her time with him.

[rocksandaces]

For aro/ace writers:

- you don't have to write sex scenes. Tolkien didn't

- you don't have to write romance. Lewis didn't

- you can write very close friendships that have nothing romantic nor sexual in them. Scott Lynch did

- you can write sexual relationships that don't involve romance. Sapkowski did

- you can write romantic relationships that don't involve sex. Pratchett and Gaiman did

Don't let anyone tell you that some kinds of relationships are impossible or that a story must contain some themes. It's your story, write it the way you want

[thatonearanara]

Fun fact: ace people can wear clothing which can be interpreted as sexual despite being ace.

like

Just because someone has skin showing doesn’t mean they want to have sex. Thinking that sexual seeming clothing means someone wants to have sex is…kinda just really weird

this also applies to allo people (duh) but there was some stuff at the time going on with ace people so this post was primarily focused on ace people

[lo-fag]

idk man. i just think itd be really cool if sign language classes were mandatory throughout primary school. yeah because it would make communication with deaf kids and autistic/nonverbal kids much easier. and those kids would be accessible to the others so they could make friends and have healthy relationships. yeah. and kids would eat that shit up man. like their own little secret language? they love that.

[ebonyheartnet]

-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

[vestiges-of-light]

Gumshoe being the only person with enough emotional intelligence to recognize Franziska as a teenager on the verge of a breakdown

[the-ellia-west]

HOW TO WRITE ROMANTIC ATTRACTION FOR DUMMIES

For anyone who wants to learn, (especially aro/ACE, aspec, ect.)

Requested by the lovely @darkandstormydolls

Alrighty! Welcome back or welcome to my blog! I'm dipping my toes back into the category of posts that gained me my exposure!

So if you're here, you want to know how to write romantic attraction/romance!

Strap in and let's begin!

(Pls spread this to people you think would benefit from seeing it, or anyone who requested it bc I forgot, ANY ASPECS)

Step one -

Your characters must admire one another at the beginning, Romantic feelings usually do not present themselves as obvious until you really think them through, meaning your characters may not notice they have a crush until it's too late

These are general statistics and light stereotypes. So feel free to not use this tip:

Male characters usually tend to notice physical things first, like body shape, hair, skin, clothing, the way their lover moves, ect

And Female Characters Generally tend to notice more small things and personality-based traits first, like their lover's humor, speaking mannerisms, shifts in expression, ways they fidget, emotion in their voice, ect.

And someone who is in love will generally show more interest in this particular person's movements, actions, words, and anything in general.

Step 2 -

The character will show more interest in sharing their love language with their lover/crush

Physical touch - People with physical touch love languages may want to hold hands, cuddle, hug, or just lean on their crush whenever they are close to them moreso than they want to with others

Gift giving - Gift givers will want to get more gifts more often for their crush, probably thinking of them whenever they see little trinkets or wanting to get them big gifts for special occasions or signs of appreciation

Acts of Service - Acts of service people will offer to do extra favors and a bunch of extra stuff they don't have to do twice as much as normal

Words of Affirmation - Flattery, they will generally flood their crush with kind words and compliments

Quality time - Quality time people will want to spend time with their crush at almost every turn, and when they want company, will turn to their crush first

Step 3 -

After a while, these urges while become very prominent and more noticeable to the person having them

They may find themselves fantasizing about their crush or having them show up in their thoughts more and more, feeling nicer and happier when they're around, or when they're thinking about them

Smiling when they think about them, cutsey little fluff thingies like that

A crush is essentially: I want to date that, I want to be near that always, I want to marry that, I want that to snuggle me (or other love languages)

Or in simpler terms: if that asked me out, I would say yes (or at least want to say yes if your character is in denial)

Step 4 -

The character's urges to be close to this person grows strong enough that they do smth about it, whether prompted by another character. Or they just don't know I how to not anymore (like when you wanna eat candy and you don't want to, but you do anyway bc I JUST NEED THE CHOCOLATE OKAY?)

(Or for Aro/Ace, garlic bread)

People who are in love are generally very prone to be all dreamy and poetic and VERY EXTREMELY BIASED towards their crush

Then Yada Yada they kiss & shit

You're welcome, BYEEEEEEEE 👋

Happy writing!

Love you! Thanks for reading, And Ghost Tumblr Mother says go drink some water and have a snack, you've earned it, and you are beautiful <333

Have a good day! :]

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@corinneglass @wyked-ao3 @urnumber1star

[lyxthen-reblogs]

Desirée: I feel in love with my Ronnie at first sight because he came to defend me and he saved me even though he was a stranger.

Phoenix:

[ao3-shenanigans]

Hi, reminder to not infantilize autistic, asexual, or aromantic people and characters.

Thanks!

[tempvstas]

"You were a wonderful experience."

Trey, DEUCE, Jack, Jade, Floyd, KALIM, Rook, Epel, LILIA, Silver

"You were....everything."

Riddle, CATER, Ace, LEONA, Ruggie, AZUL, Jamil, Vil, IDIA, MALLEUS, Sebek

[genderqueerdykes]

transhet people are absolutely lovely. straight trans women & straight trans men have a beautiful experience. straight aro and ace people are still queer and live queer lives. straight non binary, genderqueer, gnc, bigender, genderfluid, intersex, two spirit and other queer people are a blessing to our community. any straight queer person belongs, no matter what. cis people can be queer, so can straight people. queer hets belong all the same

[shinechermont]

Her love

Chapter 7 - Harold

Tw: Violence

Diana woke up in her bed. The sunlights invaded hers and Harold’s room, and he wasn’t there… For how long did she sleep?

She quietly got out of her bed, enjoying the opportunity she had to be alone to dress herself up and make herself some tea - just like the old times.

Her house was big - it had three floors, with her room being on the last floor. She probably didn’t see everything inside of it, as there were many rooms in it - though she didn’t bother herself from going to some of them - like Harold’s office, even though he himself prohibited her from going there.

She sighed, as she prepared the tea, avoiding thinking much about the past night.

For someone who used all his energy in the past day, it was very weird of Harold to be up, even at the current time…

She poured the tea in a cup, then sat down on the table. She stared at the surroundings of the house. The ambience felt so… monotonous. Of course, the mobile was of high quality, but it was all…gray. She guessed that was Harold’s favorite color, because she could see it everywhere in the house.

She then turned her attention to the table in front of her. Most of the time it was only her who used it - except when Harold would eat breakfast or dinner, but he avoided talking much.

It was weird, though… He wasn’t home, yet she didn’t make him breakfast. The alternative of him doing it by himself was unlikely.

‘It is the wife’s job to do the cooking!’, Harold said once. He was mad at her because she woke up late and he was getting late for work - She wouldn’t have gotten so exasperated with him and accidentally burnt his bacon if she wasn’t sick that day…

But it didn’t matter. That day he somehow learnt to cook, and she could have some time for herself.

When she finished the tea, she walked outside. The rocks added to almost no plants design of the yard made its temperature get high pretty quickly, so she couldn’t be out for too long.

It was while walking outside that she noticed something on the ground. It was a bouquet.

She grabbed the bouquet. It had three beautiful yellow roses - and they came with a card.

‘I know Mr. Fancypants doesn’t like flowers, but I just couldn’t stop thinking of you when I saw these’, the card said.

Nobody signed it, but did it have to be signed?

She smelled the faint perfume of the flowers, as she felt her face warm up a bit.

It wasn’t the first time someone ever gave her flowers, but they had a different intent…

She went back inside to pick a vase, filled it with water and put it on the table outside.

The warmth of the place wouldn’t be good for the roses, but at the same time, it was the only place where she could get less complaints from her husband.

She stared at the vase lovingly. The very vision of it was enough for her to not feel so much happier than before.

…

“Diana, come here”, she heard Harold say. 

She came, already knowing what their conversation was going to be about. 

“What is this?”, Harold said with a frown.

“These are roses”, Diana said as she kept her smile.

“I thought we had a deal”, Harold said severely. “No flowers in my house.”

“But these are only three flowers-”

“Where did you get them from?”

“I picked them while going for a walk.”

“Well, then make sure to put them back where they were.”

“And why should I do it?”

“Because you are my goddamn wife!”, he shouted.

Diana crossed her arms. She was tired of that bullshit. 

“I won’t throw them away just because you don’t like them, Harold.”

The man said nothing, instead approached her.

…

She could only register the pain she felt as she covered her cheek, totally caught off guard by her husband’s action.

“I will get rid of these by myself, then”, he said, surprisingly a lot calmer than before, leaving her in that state of shock.

She had to use the all as support, or else she probably would fall on the ground. She felt her eye sockets getting umid.

She looked at her husband with a mix of fear and anger, as he threw the flowers in the trash can outside of their house.

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Dream (Diana) by jokublog

Harold by...?

Fanfic inspired by zu-is-here's, junipers-insects' and iatetheglue's works

[ihhfhonao3]

You know that smut you like? Y’know, the really, REALLY good one? You know that one? Yeah?

An asexual wrote that.

And that really good romantic fluff you like? The really cute one, the domestic fluff? Y’know that one?

An aromantic wrote that.

So before you go to sleep reading fanfiction tonight, be sure to thank all the asexuals and aromantics that are writing your favorite fics!

Because no, we are not the pure little children you think we are.

Everybody say thank you a-specs!

Thank you a-specs!

Alright, I’ll let you go now :3

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Not to knock on Wrightworth or other Phoenix ships but people like to make most of Phoenix's actions have a romantic undertone and really miss out on the fact that he'll just about die for anyone he considers a friend.

Like he took on a clearcut murder case with zero experience (what's a cross-examination lol) because he was friends with Larry in school.

He STRAIGHT UP ATE GLASS AND METAL for the girl he was dating and was willing to ignore that she'd murdered someone.

He changed his whole ass career to get in contact with Edgeworth again just to make sure he was okay emotionally (and for other reasons that people like to ignore just for making it all about Edgeworth), even though they literally were like in 4th grade together for like half a year.

The first case he defended Maya was almost entirely because of Mia, because he didn't know Maya yet.

Literally EVERY CASE that he defends Maya in he's going above and beyond all reason and logic to prove that she's not guilty.

Him literally going against all reason and evidence and Edgeworth's own admission in the Edgeworth case to prove he's not guilty.

HIM LITERALLY ONLY TAKING ON THE SKYE CASE BECAUSE EMA AND LANA REMINDED HIM OF MAYA AND MIA.

Him literally in the Engarde case willing to compromise all his principles to get a murderer off the hook to save her (they give you the option of going with pleading that Engarde is innocent, even though it doesn't effect the outcome).

Him literally running across a burning bridge at night over a huge cliff to make sure she's alright.

All I'm saying is I think the writers more intended to characterize Phoenix as someone who is willing to do almost anything for people he cares about (even if he acts like a grumpy asshole most of the time), more than emphasizing any one romantic relationship.

(I also think that's why he took Edgeworth faking his death so hard, and was so pissed at him for it. Like he felt betrayed and helpless at Edgeworth commiting suicide, mad (at Edgeworth and himself) that Edgeworth thought he couldn't come to him for help, when he would do anything for him. And then he finds out he was deceived, and couldn't understand how anyone could do that to someone they care about, like it's not in his friendship vocabulary ((also the fact that Edgeworth had confided in Gumshoe and not him that he was still alive, meaning he trusts Gumshoe more than him as a friend.)) It all comes down to Phoenix being betrayed that he's not trusted and his devotion to his friends not returned.)

Anyway sorry this is so long I hope it makes sense.

(also I've only played the original trilogy)

[lo-fag]

THANK YOU KING

[datcravat]