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lindwyrmrelinquished · 3 years ago

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So....what are some of your headcanons for Ranbutler?

OHHHHHHHHHH BUDDY, YOU ARE OPENING YOURSELF TO A WHOLE NEW CAN'O'BEANS HERE

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL-

(everything else under the cut because there is a L O T )

Butler's human form is predominant(which unfortunately means he does not have a tail :(), but he can make Ender noises/speak Galactic. He's got a bunch of stims and tics, and making the Ender noises is one of them! He often makes them to fill the silence, or in times of high emotion(positive or negative. just imagine a Butler bouncing on his toes while excited Ender chirps keep coming out of his mouth, or he's rambling about something and half of it is layered with Galactic). Following from that, Butler has something that Billiam calls the "monochrome form". If he's under high levels of stress, whatever dark tint of color is in his right side will start spiking into the left side, making his skin darker(and, if he has enough color in his skin from NOT FUCKING OVERWORKING HIMSELF, it can get dark enough to blend into shadows) and spreading from the little black scales on his neck and cheeks and hands(which are already claws, that's why he wears gloves), and if he's really stressed/pissed, little horns are gonna start poking out of his skull and he's gonna be completely gray/black, his teeth are already deadly but they're gonna get sharper and if you look him in the eyes he will s c r e a m and very likely tear you apart if Billiam isn't there to hold him back/calm him down.

Speaking of! Butler very much dislikes eye contact. It makes them extremely uncomfortable and the Ender part is gonna start screaming to attack attack attack and the pupil-slit thing is gonna happen. Unfortunately, he's frozen by the eye contact and cannot move of his own free will, it's all going to be instinct to either get away or attack, if he moves at all. And the moment the eye contact is broken, he starts to calm down and all the screaming in his head starts to dissipate, so he doesn't really get the chance to consciously act on the Ender side's instinct.

NEXT OF ALL, throwing canon out the window and saying BILLIAM AND BUTLER ARE FOUND-FAMILY. The way they acted in the episode is just that, an act. In reality, they actually Care each other Very Very Much and have adopted each other into their respective hybrid groups(i.e Endermen have their hauntings, Piglins have their sounders{that part's not canon to mc but i yoinked it from a fic}). Hubert jokes about how Billiam accidentally adopted Bu as his son, but both Bu and Bi deny this. Hubert also got Liaria and James in on the joke and now these two are being constantly triple-teamed.

ON THAT NOTE Liaria and James know about the Egg. It happened at the tail end of Bu's first masquerade when they started accusing Billiam of committing all the murders, and Bu kind of panicked and outed himself as the killer, he pulled out the knife and everything. Billiam admitted that he knew about this, and showed them the Egg as explanation. Now Liaria and James willingly give up their bought lives to the Egg on the regular(we might get into the lives thing later{it was also something i yoinked from a fic, and then I gave it more explanation}) to keep Billiam and his family alive, but they're not all that affected by it due to not even being near it half the time.

AND ON THAT NOTE, let's talk about Butler's relationship with the Egg! Bad. It's bad. Absolutely terrible, the two despise each other immensely. I like to say they're the closest thing to caliginous that a teenaged hybrid that lived off spite and an ancient crimson demon can be. The Egg's hurt Bu a lot, and honestly that's part of the reason his contempt and fear for it is so high. But that's also part of the reason why Billiam was pulled out of its influence despite living right above it. Because he cares for Bu, a literal child that's suffered severe mental and physical trauma at the hands(well, vines) of the Egg. Honestly? Billiam wouldn't be the way he is now if he didn't have to take trips to the Nether. Short explanation, too much time away from their home realm gets hybrids really really sick. So, about a few months or so after Bu arrived, he had to yeet back there for a week and just told Butler and Hubert to take care of the mansion. And you know what Hubert did, that bitch? He took advantage of both Billiam's absence and Butler's skill and pampered himself while throwing the entire load onto the child. And then like halfway through the week, he got the idea to introduce said child to the Egg, who before then has had no idea it ever existed aside from the crimson red aura around the mansion(it's a whole thing about Endermen and magic but again, another thing I might get into later). He hadn't even attended a party before then. So, yeah, Hubert just left him down in one of the old cells for three days. Didn't even check on him, that bitch. And then when Billiam game back, suffice to say he was PISSED. He may be a rich bastard who causes murders biweekly, but even he has standards, and hurting a damn 7-8 year old child that bad was not one of them. he can't be held responsible for child labor, bu followed him home by his own choice. again, another whole backstory thing

Bu's genderfluid! He usually switches between he/him and they/them, and the direction he nods is a little indicator of which one(up for gender, down for no), but sometimes he uses she/her. Adding on that, due to Weird Enderman Genetics, he can manipulate his hair to grow real fast and likes to experiment with it in the mornings for Maximum Gender Euphoria This means that one day his hair could be barely touching his neck, and the next it's all the way down to his waist. It's a fun little anomaly and sometimes Billiam likes to play with it when it gets longer :3 travelling on the lgbt train, Bu is also ace/aro! This doesn't have much impact story-wise(usually), but it's just a fun little tidbit :3 On other, more Ender notes, he has pretty much all the traits an Enderman does, even if he looks fully human aside from being 6 inches taller than Sir Billiam himself. With the eye-contact thing, I've got a headcanon that Endermen can kind of read minds to an extent if they look into another entity's eyes, but it gets loud and borderline painful if anything but another Enderman does the same. Meanwhile, Bu's about the perfect mix of an Enderman and a Human(later called Players and Villagers depending on their capabilities) to be able to take at least a few seconds of eye contact. He can also teleport! To about the same extent as Endermen, if not a little less. Unfortunately, spending too much time in the void between teleportations(i.e a few hours for him, though an hour in the void is a minute in reality. It's why teleporting happens in the blink of an eye to anyone but the user) has some adverse effects. Bu's either glitched, gotten some sort of void-sickness like a flu but worse, and/or lost large chunks of memory each of the separate times he stuck himself in there for too long. Pure-blooded Endermen have a longer tolerance, but even they can succumb to the void with enough time.

Bu's also hurt by water, and the first time Billiam really figured this out is when he dragged him to the roof because it was raining and for some reason, Bi really likes the rain. Bu, on the other hand, was hospitalized for a day once Billiam actually realized, "oh, he's burning" Unfortunately, Bu can still produce tears, so he's got some scars on his cheeks and hands from those, Luckily, though! Billiam got him some gloves and a facemask reminiscent of cc!Ranboo to hide those scars because bu's. really self-conscious about them :,D

But also he's got TOE BEANS,

[ahem] So Endermen are basically giant block-holding teleporting cats and no one can convince me very much otherwise. So on the one hand, they have giant hands shaped for holding blocks. On the other hand, T O E B E A N S

So Bu's got beans on the pads of his fingers and feet(which also end in claws with a black gradient because Peak Character Design <3). Billiam likes to hold his hands on the rare occasion he doesn't wear his gloves because mans likes to stim with those toe beans. Meanwhile Billiam himself has nicely-textured hands because of his Piglin hooves and Bu also likes to stim with them, so just. them holding each others hands for mutual stimmage

[ahem] anyway

Bu stims!! He flaps his hands and does thing really rapidly and harshly when he's really high-strung, which doesn't happen often, at least in front of people. Boy's got anxiety so he's had his fair share of panic attacks :,D he just knows how to disguise them so people don't see, but Billiam knows the signs at this point. But he also has a lot of vocal stims/tics, mainly lots of Enderman noises, some popping and a little screechy thing here and there. Sometimes he picks up a sound and then repeats it a whole bunch because it feels nice on the tongue :] there's also these poofs of particles that happen when he's happy, they look like mini purple fireworks and they're like an expulsion of magic, he can feel when they happen and it feels nice :]

(cw for self-harm in this paragraph and the followed copy-pasted convo)

[ahemhemhem] So y'know how Butler's an Ender-hybrid? His hands and feet reflect that(along with the ears, the eyes, the height, the abilities, but we're talking about about the hands here). Part of why he keeps those gloves on almost 24/7 is to dull his claws, which are not so much an intentional danger to others rather than an unintentional danger to himself. He's got tics and stims and is very neurodivergent and has anxiety(me projecting? noooo /hj), so he gets very nervous very easily. And one of his nervous habits rather than wringing his hands, fidgeting, and (if really bad)a heightened amount of tics, he tends to scratch at his arms. His claws can tear through the fabric easily, and more than one or two suits have been sent back to the tailors for repairs to the sleeves. However, having both padded sleeves and padded gloves nullifies that, so he always wears them special-made. If he didn't have that habit, he likely wouldn't have the gloves on as often as he does.

Friend Hey good headcanons 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 Also ohhhh my god Billiam fussing over him and his gloves until he gets them to be the right amount of padded where Bu can still do things but also not hurt himself

Me gbfhdgbhgsfhbgsfdhdf He keeps examining them every time the tailors try but it doesn't feel right until That Specific Try so he just plops the gloves back on the counter and says "Do it again"

Friend They spend an entire day doing nothing but making gloves while Billiam & Hubert take turns watching Butler to make sure he stays safe

Me Absolutely Problem is Butler can feel eyes on him. And eyes make him nervous :,) so when he gets nervous. he starts to scratch at his arms again and anxiety is too much for him to ask them to stop watching him

Friend It ends up with them just having to hold his hands, looking at random things (they can go sit on the balcony or something so they have something pretty to look at)

Me That hold on actually that's adorable-

Friend Fhhdjdjdjsjsj they're friends your honor

Me Absolutely Even Hubert contributes to keeping him safe. And Hubert's afraid of even being near Butler

Friend And then we get bonding via the oh no Billiam is busy and Hubert has to take care of Bu for the next 3 hours

Me GHDSFGSHFGS THAT IS A GREAT IDEA Butler insists he can do everything himself, nothing's different about the routine, and then he has a mental breakdown when he tries to make food without anyone else in the kitchen- Cause usually Hubert's there, even if he's making something else. There's at least another presence, and that's the sort of thing that's calming for Bu. But Hubert's off setting up the table for lunch/dinner or something and Butler makes One minor slip-up and spirals from there until he's struggling even handling spice mixing The same thing happened with cookies one time, and both times Hubert found him borderline unable to function because he panicked too much and helped him out of it.

Friend Butler is just curled up in the kitchen, trying to have a quiet panic attack because he can't cause the others any more trouble than he already is, and Hubert is very quietly upset about helping him because he was doing so good at avoiding Bu but here he is again being the only thing that's letting this kid breathe

Me Absolutely

Friend Do you think Bu passes out on him? Like Hubert (probably reluctantly) gives Butler a hug cause those help, and Bu was just supposed to stay there until he felt better, but panic attacks are exhausting and he fell asleep at some point-

Me Oh my gods he would though, especially with the amount of sleep he gets He'd have to try so hard to even stay conscious, much less do things in the manner he usually does, and Hubert just quietly tells him that it's okay to sleep; he'll take care of everything. Hu never forgets that of course Bu's always in danger around him - he has fleeting thoughts and quite often knows how to act on them - but he stands up holding an exhausted child and takes him to his room so he can rest. Butler may want him to stay; Endermen usually want someone around when sleeping. It's the security of having someone watch for nightmares, but Hubert doesn't stay. He has to go back to the kitchen and finish that meal Bu was making. But if he's still asleep by the time Hu's done with everything, he might linger outside his door, listening in for anything bad.

(Okay the cw is over now, you may now go back to your regularly scheduled content :,D)

Also, one last thing: Billiam gives Butler a bunch of gold things(including the masquerade mask) because that's what Piglins do with their sounders, they cover them in gold to show they care. And after Bu finding out the reason why Billiam's been handing off a bunch of gold things to him he does not cry, because that would hurt his face, but he does feel quite a lot of things that make him want to because holy shit Billiam feels the same

Butler is Billiam's sounder and Billiam is Butler's haunting, they are family your honor

#mod note #mod post #ask #anon #tftsmp billiam #tftsmp butler #tftsmp hubert #this is a. R E A L L Y . long post #THANK GOD FOR POST CUTS HUH #good god there is SO MUCH content in here #i just copy-pasted all my rambles from my dms-#my friends must suffer and now you will too <3

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modern-inheritance · 6 months ago

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Oh, also. Yall might wanna fuckin' run, I'm having deep feelings about Chex mix from RvB again. Tex feelings in general.

I wish I could draw all my girls from my head that I have Aro-Ace girlcrushes on and have them all hanging out doing their things. Tex enjoying her (my personally headcanoned) height advantage and leaning her elbow on Arya's shoulder. Arya's just grinning like a maniac with her pointy teeth and doing Tex's signature 'okay...so who's first' pose. Michelle Rodriguez as Rain is checking her guns and looking at those two like they're whack outta their mind. Jill Valentine from the game remake is trying to take a picture with a thumbs up like 'yall got this!' while Kelly-087 is staring at Tex like '........I could take her.'

And then there's me, galumphing past them on hands-and-feet like a feral dumbass with my tongue hanging out chasing after a cat or some shit.

I know I should stick with one project at a time and focus on getting through the first 3rd of the Murtagh section of Invaders before I set to anything else, but I want to start seriously working on the next parts of the Escape series.

I’ve got some chunks and bits already, and there are portions of it that I know I’ll struggle with, but I wanna do more. Part of the problem, though, is that with the addition of Brom, Eragon and Murtagh already knowing Arya is at least somewhat injured, and the whole conversation Eragon and Murtagh have in canon basically needing to be replaced with Brom (and Murtagh chiming in) explaining everything about the urgals, varden, who the hell Arya is and why Saphira recognizes her mind, there is very little I can pull from canon to provide the skeleton like the original few parts had.

I’m also going to be reintroducing at least two magic system additions/alterations. Which I need to pin down more and do my best not to turn into an exposition dump. There’s probably going to be a lot of exposition dumping already.

Anyway. Wanted to put this out there. Cheers!

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captainenjolras · 4 years ago

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What Les Mis characters are like in my modern AU

Note: I’m big in POC/LGBTQ+ rep so if you have a problem with that get off of my page :)

Enjolras: as expected, he has long blonde hair and pale white skin. He stands at about 5’7. His eyes are a steel grey, almost always holding a dangerous glare in them. Contrary to belief, he is incredibly affectionate with his boyfriend/friends. He was raised Catholic, but left the Church when he was 16.

Grantaire: Grantaire is a young Romani boy. His nose is crooked from his boxing injuries, and his feet are blistered from dancing so much. He has tattoos almost all over his body. His hair is a mop of jet black curls and his eyes are deep blue. He stands at around 5’3. He’s agnostic.

Courfeyrac: Courf is the shortest of the Amis. He stands at 5’1 with curly brown hair and warm brown eyes. He has tan skin with freakles sprinkled across his face. He is fluent in German, Spanish, Hebrew and Greek. He’s a bit chubby and gives the best hugs.

Combeferre: he is the tallest of the Amis, standing at 6’4. He has dark brown skin and cold green eyes. His hair is short and curly, and he wears purple glasses. He’s trans and always asks people their pronouns when he first meets them. He was raised in a Jewish-Christian household, but he’s personally Jewish.

Jehan: they have long orange hair that ends at their waist (often in a braid). Jehan has bright green eyes and freakles on their cheeks. They have a horrible sense of fashion, but they don’t care. They’re non-binary. They’re a very talented writer, violinist and photographer.

Feuilly: Feuilly is a tall Irish boy with short, curly orange hair. He is covered in freakles. He speaks with a thick brogue, and is fluent in Gaelic. He’s an atheist. He grew up in the foster care system, but was never adopted. He doesn’t know much about his birth parents, except for that his mother was from Poland.

Bahorel: he has tan skin and long, chestnut brown hair, which is usually in a bun. He’s a muscular with a few tattoos on his arms. His stomach is cover in stretch marks. He doesn’t shave. He’s street smart and knows his way around the city almost as well as Grantaire does. He can’t sing or dance, but that doesn’t stop him from having fun. He’s a very strong feminist (but then again they all are) and is best friends with Cosette and Eponine.

Joly: Joly is fluent in more languages than any of the Amis. His first languages included French, English and Korean. His moms are Japanese and Korean immigrants, and he is very proud of his heritage. He is Agender. He uses a crutch to help him walk. He is still a hypochondriac, and is trained in first aid. He has seven sisters. He was raised and still is Pagan.

Bousette: Bousette is a tall, lanky sweetheart. He has black skin and a bald head. While he is clumsy, that doesn’t stop him from offering to help everyone with everything. He’s a gymnast, much to everyone’s surprise. He likes to wear makeup and paint his nails. He has his ears, tongue and nose Pericles.

Musichetta: her hair is unbelievably long and curly. Her first language was Haitian Creole. She has tattoos on her arms and a gap in between her front teeth, which she is in no rush to fix. She has a tattoo of a pair of angel wings on the back of her shoulder blades for her younger sister who passed away when Chetta was 15. She’s Wiccan and converted when she was 17. She’s buff and can lift the most weight than any of the Amis. She plays soccer and does archery.

Eponine: Eponine’s is a young, beautiful and ambitious woman. Her first languages were Spanish and Italian. She is very protective of her siblings. She and Grantaire got their septum’s pierced together when they turned 18. She likes to dye her hair and has a new hairstyle almost every month. She does parkour. She and Grantaire are both Grafitti artists. She is tough, but fell head-over-heels for Cosette.

Cosette: Cosette is a sweet looking girl with king blonde hair and blue eyes. She loves wearing flowy skirts and painting her nails. Don’t let this device you; she is the worst Amis to mess with. She is incredibly protective and is trained in hand-to-hand combat. She taught herself how to throw knives for fun. Everyone is lowkey scared of her, but they love her beyond words. She always offers her friends her food and drinks when they look hungry. She was raised by her dads Javert and Valjean.

Marius: Marius is a lanky boy with brick red hair. He is incredibly sweet and always there if anyone needs to talk. He’s aro/ace and loves cuddling his friends. He is an amazing artist and singer. He is best friends with Cosette, Eponine, Courfeyrac and Grantaire. He was raised Christian but converted to Judaism when he was 18. Musichetta likes dying his hair. He’s a bit clumsy and vulnerable, but he’s very strong when he needs to be.

Javert: he is a short, handsome Romani man. He has long brown hair that is often tied back or in a braid (courtesy of Valjean or Cosette). He is transgender. While he is a police officer, he has threatened to resign several times if the corruption in the system is not fixed and always calls out fellow officers for their harshness. He is stern and serious. Unlike his own personality, he has a goofy service dog named Jax that follows him everywhere. He may seem cold but is incredibly affectionate to those he loves. He is an advocate for mental health.

Valjean: Jean is a tall, muscular and caring man. He has silver shirt hair and some stubble which he occasionally grows out. He is a devote Christian, but is not conservative at all. He supports anyone in anything they do. He has a tattoo on his back with three intertwined hearts for his family (Javert, Cosette and himself). He loves to talk to anyone about anything and always listens to what other have to say.

Notes: literally all of them are gay. I’m not changing that. It’s Les Mis.

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shig4dabi · 3 years ago

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I keep hearing a majority of Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives as an unrequited Huma song bc I see Uma as aro/ace-

#descendants #uma daughter of ursula #harry hook #im not gonna tag as huma since its like unrequited n shit 😭#uma is aro ace and i will die on that hill

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encrucijada · 5 years ago

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Astral Convergence | intro

re-introduction

☆ lit fiction, adult ☆ first person referral (Artemis is “I” and Apollo is “you”) ☆ greek mythology, modern retelling, murder, family drama, rich people aesthetic, lgbtqa+, identity crisis, aro/ace Artemis, bi Apollo ☆ tw: it’s greek mythology so there are themes of rape and incest, though incest tends to not count among gods be aware married characters might refer to the same deity as their “parent” ☆ setting: Mount Olympus

about: Years ago, Artemis and Apollo turned their back on the life of excess and luxury the Olympians lived in and became assassins on the road. Now, various gods and mortals want Zeus dead — they ask the twins to kill him. There is just one problem, and it isn’t that Zeus is their father, it’s that it is hard to target the king of the gods.

main characters:

☆ Artemis. goddess of hunting, the moon, maidens, wilderness, childbirth. ☆ Apollo. god of archery, the sun, medicine, plague, music, prophecy.

other characters:

the olympians + 3

☆ Zeus. god of the sky, lightning, king of the gods, husband to Hera. ☆ Hera. goddess of marriage, family, queen of the gods, wife to Zeus. ☆ Poseidon. god of the sea, horses, husband to Amphitrite. ☆ Demeter. goddess of harvest, mother of Persephone. ☆ Ares. god of war, lover to Aphrodite. ☆ Athena. goddess of wisdom, strategy, arts & crafts. ☆ Hephaestus. god of forging, fire, husband to Aphrodite. ☆ Aphrodite. goddess of love, sex, beauty, wife to Hephaestus. ☆ Hermes. god of messengers, thieves, travellers. ☆ Dionysus. god of wine, party, madness, husband to Ariadne. ☆ Hestia. goddess of the hearth, home, family. ☆ Hades. god of the dead, king of the underworld, husband to Persephone. ☆ Persephone. goddess of spring, queen of the underworld, wife to Hades.

+ bonus

☆ the Muses. goddesses of the arts. 2/9: Calliope (epic poetry) & Clio (history). ☆ the Guards of Zeus. children of Styx and Pallas. Nike (victory), Zelus (zeal), Kratos (power) and Bia (strength). ☆ Orpheus. best musician in the mythology, son of Calliope and Apollo. ☆ Orion. male member of Artemis’ hunt, killed by her in various versions. ☆ Callisto. member of Artemis’ hunt who became the constellation Ursa Major.

aesthetic: bullet under your tongue, a knife against your neck, the view from your window of tall treetops swaying with the wind, marble statues, a path lined with light, a pearl necklace resting against your collarbone, bloodied hands and bloodied teeth, a dance party out in the dark, gods watching you from the rooftops, a lunar eclipse that turns the moon red, a solar eclipse that turns the sun black, the colours silver and gold, the weight of expensive things, sharp canines

playlist: castle / halsey ; a modern myth / thirty seconds to mars ; older / sasha sloan ; the beach / the neighbourhood ; run / daughter ; gods / nothing but thieves ; angel of fire / halsey ; division symbols / hands like houses ; arsonist's lullabye / hozier ; car crash / three days grace ; walls could talk / halsey ; hostage / nothing but thieves ; mykonos / fleet foxes

#( wip ) astral convergence #pia.docx #am writing #writeblr #greek mythology #modern greek mythology

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justheretobreakthings · 5 years ago

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Joy Is the Flag

Because there’s no way I wasn’t going to write an aro-ace Keith fic for Pride Month! Enjoy!

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“You doing okay there, kiddo?” Shiro asked Keith as they walked side by side through the crowd.

Keith nodded, silently, eyes not on Shiro but on the booths and decorations and people swarming around the two of them as they made their way through the crowd. Shiro felt a frown tugging at his lips as Keith’s arms tightened where they were crossed over his chest and leaned toward Shiro to avoid being knocked into by a group hurrying in the opposite direction.

Shiro had been utterly delighted when Keith had tentatively offered to come along to Pride this summer as an ally. He had invited him along the previous year, after Keith’s first school year at the Garrison, but the latter had turned the offer down. Shiro hadn’t been surprised. Keith wasn’t great at dealing with large amounts of sensory input; he tended to tense and become snappish when the cafeteria was too crowded, was known to lose his temper and devolve into shouting when the cadets ran emergency drills in the simulators, and during one particularly busy visitors’ day Shiro had sat with Keith in his silent and darkened dorm room for two hours while the latter cried his way through a sensory-overload-induced meltdown, just rubbing his back and not saying a word until Keith was back to normal and stubbornly behaved as if nothing had happened at all.

So a Pride festival, with its large crowds and loud music and bright colors and myriad decorations and fragrances from mobs of food booths and shouting and cheering and constant sound and movement - well, Shiro hadn’t really expected Keith to take him up on the offer to come along.

The fact that he had come this year meant a lot in terms of Keith getting out of his shell and facing new experiences, which, of course, gave Shiro a second thing to be proud about today. But he also stayed on his guard for Keith’s sake. The boy had a tendency to push himself beyond the point of brave and into purely hell-bent, regardless of whether it was any good for his health, mentally or physically, from staying awake for three days straight to work on a school project to attempting hoverbike stunts far beyond his skill level.

If the festival got to be too much, Keith wasn’t likely to show it, at least not in any obvious way. He would no doubt just try to grit his teeth and power through, shoving down any distress or frustration until there was no more room to shove any more and it would all explode out of him.

So he kept his eye on Keith as they strolled through the festival, pausing at craft stands to browse through the merchandise on display and peering into food booths and glancing over various non-profits’ posters and brochures. His own enjoyment at Pride was important too, sure, but Shiro couldn’t just turn off his big-brother-mode at the drop of a hat. If Keith was uncomfortable or unhappy, there was no way Shiro would be able to enjoy himself either.

Keith held up well, but about half an hour in Shiro noticed Keith starting to fade. His posture was growing more hunched, his shoulders gradually tensing, with every minute inside the noisy crowd, and he had started running his thumb over his knuckles, a subtle stim that Keith had adopted due to it being one that other people wouldn’t notice.

Shiro wasn’t other people; he noticed.

“Hey,” he called, leaning in toward Keith, not so much as to startle him but enough for him to be heard over the crowd and the speakers blasting music a few booths down. “I’m starting to get tired. Do you wanna go meet up with Adam, see if he needs any help?”

Keith’s shoulders sagged in relief as he nodded, and Shiro smiled at him before lightly taking him by the crook of his elbow and giving it a reassuring squeeze before starting to lead him through the crowd.

They made their way from the center of the festival and onto the outskirts, eventually passing through the roadblocks that signaled the edge of the fest and into the relative quiet of the streets that had been reserved for parade prep. Shiro kept his eyes peeled and his hand on Keith, trying to locate Adam. The Garrison’s Queer Student Alliance had a float in the parade, and as a student officer of the club, Adam had taken charge of the committee to build it this year. Shiro, busy with his own work and prepping for the Kerberos mission, hadn’t had the time to help out with it, and in fact didn’t even know what their float looked like.

That question was answered as he turned a corner and broke into a grin at the site of the giant foam space shuttle one block down.

He let out an impressed whistle as he approached the float, catching the attention of the handful of Garrison students standing on and around it, each of them decked out in their own pride gear. “Man, this came out nice,” Shiro said, eyes roving along the smooth surface of the shuttle and down to the float’s platform, which was bordered with an array of glittering planets painted in the color schemes of a variety of pride flags. “How long before I’m flying this thing out to Pluto?”

A door opened on the platform underneath the shuttle, and Shiro smiled at the bespectacled man who climbed out. “Shiro!” Adam said, straightening up and dropping down off the float. “What are you doing here?”

“Distracting you from your work,” Shiro answered. He stepped forward to greet him with a peck on the cheek before turning back to the float. “You did a really nice job on this.”

“You haven’t seen it in action yet,” Adam replied. “The main engine nozzle’s got a decoration of its own. You can see it in a sec, once someone gets the wiring fixed up.”

A girl Shiro recognized as a student from the year below his turned to scowl at Adam from where she was working at the tail end of the shuttle, a couple of visible grease stains on her pink, purple and blue shirt. “If everybody hadn’t been so careless while they were attaching the shuttle to the platform and moving the float out here, it wouldn’t need to be fixed at all!”

“Just finish it up before the parade starts!” The girl stuck her tongue out and adjusted her glasses before returning to work, and Adam turned back to Shiro. “So, hey, what’s with the change of plans? I thought we were going to meet after the parade. Coming in behind the scenes like this kinda ruins the magic, don’t you think?”

“I just missed you; can’t help it.” He leaned in closer, then, so that Keith, who was busy examining the planets painted on the side of the float with narrowed eyes, couldn’t hear, before continuing, “Keith was starting to get pretty tense with all the noise. Thought we’d go somewhere quiet, and this seemed like a good option.”

“Ah, okay.” Keith looked over toward the two of them, perhaps sensing that eyes were on him, and Adam grinned and waved his hand. “Hey, Keith! Enjoying the Pride fest?” Keith nodded before turning back to the float. “Least you could have done was get the kid some face paint or a pin or something,” Adam said to Shiro. “I know his all-black thing usually blends into crowds, but he’s sticking out like a sore thumb today.”

Shiro shrugged. “Eh, he’s already far enough outside his comfort zone as is. Think getting him all bright and colorful would be pushing it.”

“Mm. Fair enough. How’s that wiring looking over there, Veronica?” Adam called.

“Literally just finished, your royal highness,” the girl said, plopping down to sit on the float and wiping the back of her hand over her forehead. “And thanks, by the way, for being oh so fucking patient.”

“We’re on a time crunch,” Adam said. “Can’t help it. All right, let’s give it a test run.”

“Fine, whatever,” Veronica said, stretching her arms out before leaning back to fiddle with something under the nuzzle. “Everyone stand back, there’s like a forty percent chance this thing’s gonna blow. Kidding,” she added in response to the pointed glare Adam shot her. “God, you’re so serious. Ready?”

There was a little metallic thunk, then lights in the windows and along the sides of the shuttle switched on. A whirring began to sound in the engine nozzle, and as a bright light inside of it clicked on, lengths of multicolored fabric started to unfurl from inside and dance behind the shuttle. At a distance, the effect made it look as if the shuttle were emitting rainbow flames.

The Garrison students let out applause and a couple of whoops, Shiro joining in. Adam simply sighed in relief. “Thank God,” he said. “Can you imagine how bad it would have looked if students of the most prestigious space program on the continent couldn’t even get a parade float operating correctly?”

“I’m sure it would have been the scandal that rocked the world,” Shiro said.

“I hear your sarcasm, and I must say, I don’t appreciate it.”

“Aw, come on, Adam,” he said, slinging an arm around his shoulder and gently rubbing his arm. “It came together great, didn’t it? You worry too much.”

Adam shrugged, giving Shiro a little smile. “Every couple has their thing. Apparently ours is worrying.”

“Damn it. I was really hoping ours would be piloting.”

“It’s a close match.” He patted Shiro’s hand before slipping out of the half-hug. “All right, I’ve got a couple things to double check before the parade starts. Text me where you’re standing to watch the parade once you’re there, and I’ll join you when we finish, okay?”

“Will do,” Shiro replied, and they exchanged a quick kiss before Shiro turned back to Keith. He was still standing off to the side, silently examining the float. “Hey, kiddo,” Shiro said. “Ready to head back to the festival soon, find a good viewing spot?”

“... I don’t recognize any of these planets,” Keith said after a pause.

“Hm?” Shiro looked over at the planets painted along the side of the float, and he grinned. “Oh, no, these aren’t actual planets. They just took the color schemes and patterns of different pride flags and made them into planets. See?” He tapped a finger against a rainbow-streaked planet on the corner of the float.

Keith’s brow furrowed as he looked at the rainbow planet, and then moved his gaze along the others. “But, um, there’s - there’s a lot?”

“Outer space is a big place, you know.”

“No, no, I mean - I mean, isn’t it just, like, four? L, G, B, and T?” He strode over to turn the corner of the float and glance at the other side. “There’s enough here to cover the whole float, and they’re all different colors, so, how…?”

Shiro couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape him, which he quickly swallowed back at the scowl Keith shot him. “Sorry, I wasn’t making fun,” he said. “Sometimes I just forget that to a lot of people, this is new stuff. It’s fine. See, those tend to be the four, like, primary identities in the acronym, but it’s not actually just LGBT, it’s LGBT-plus.”

“Plus-what?” Keith asked.

“Plus anything that’s a marginalized sexuality or gender, really. Didn’t you notice any of the other flags while we were walking through the fest?”

“I dunno. Wasn’t really looking for them.”

“Well, there’s plenty out there. Like, this flag here - ” He pointed to a planet that was shaped like Saturn, pink at the top of the center sphere melting into blue, with bright green rings. “This is polysexuality, which is attraction to multiple genders, but not all. And this one - ” He gestured to a crater-laden planet striped with yellow, white, purple, and black. “This is non-binary, for when a person doesn’t identify as strictly male or female. Right here - ” He pointed to a planet shadowed to look like it was fading between stripes of black, gray, and white, leading to a large splotch of purple at the bottom. “This one is asexual, which is for when you don’t feel sexual attraction.”

Shiro turned the corner of the float and started on the next row of planets. “This is pansexual, which means - ” He paused and glanced up, realizing that Keith hadn’t followed him around to this side of the float. “Hey, Keith? You with me?” Keith, though, didn’t look up. Instead, he was staring at a spot on the side of the float as if mesmerized. Shiro sidled back over to see what had him so transfixed, and found him still staring at the asexual-themed planet. “Bud, you all right?”

“Asexual,” Keith repeated, moving his mouth slowly and deliberately as if he were trying a new food for the first time. “That’s - that’s a thing?”

“Mm-hm,” Shiro replied with a nod. “Think the pride club at the Garrison’s got a good handful of ace members - though, haven’t been all that involved in it this year what with all the Kerberos stuff, so I couldn’t give you numbers. There’s also, let’s see - ” He scanned the planets before finding the one where the grayscale ended with two stripes of green and pointing at it. “There we go, aromantic. Same concept, but with romantic attraction instead of sexual, see. Some people are both, some people are one or the other.” He looked back over at Keith, who had edged toward the aromantic planet Shiro had pointed to, that same fascination still on his face. “Why? Is something wrong, Keith?”

Keith shook his head slowly, letting a beat of silence pass before softly saying, “I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was - it was a - a thing.”

“Yeah, understandable,” Shiro said. “I guess they’re not identities that get a whole lot of attention. Same goes for quite a few of these, really. But, yeah, there you go. Keith?” He tilted his head. “Hey, something else on your mind, or…?”

Keith finally pulled his gaze away from the painted planet to turn to Shiro, and the latter’s brows shot upward in surprise at the dewy shine in Keith’s eyes. Frantically he tried to figure out what was distressing Keith badly enough to make him tear up. “Keith, you okay? Is it still too crowded here? Do you, um, do you want me to take you back to the apartment?”

Keith shook his head. He opened his mouth, let out a single choked sound, closed his mouth and swallowed, then tried again. “It’s just that - it’s just - ” He took a breath. “I thought it was just me.” His voice was soft as he finished, practically a whisper.

Shiro blinked at him before glancing back over at the float. “Wait, you mean...”

“Or, I - I thought maybe it was - that something didn’t work right, or got numbed, or - or something,” Keith continued quietly, and his thumb was moving again, that twitch along his knuckles. “Like because of - because of everything that - all the stuff with mom and - and - and the homes, and stuff, that it kinda… it messed me up…”

“Oh, gee, hey, hey, Keith,” Shiro stammered out as one of the tears in Keith’s eye began spilling over and down his cheek. Quickly he wrapped Keith into a hug, mostly as a means of comfort, partly because Keith would definitely want to keep his face hidden now that he was crying; it was enough of a struggle for Keith to even cry in front of Shiro, let alone out in public with total strangers about. “Hey, shh, it’s all right,” he mumbled, bringing a hand to Keith’s back to rub. “Just getting a little overwhelmed, huh?” Keith lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “So, you’re saying you think you might be aromantic? Asexual? Both?”

“Both,” Keith answered, voice muffled by the way his face was buried in Shiro’s chest.

Shiro kept up the hug and the soothing, but inside his mind was awhirl. Keith had just come out to him. Hell, Keith had just come out to himself, too. How had Shiro not noticed before? How had they not talked about this? He searched his memories, trying to figure out if there was something that should have tipped him off. Keith had never shown any interest in any of his classmates that way, had never come to Shiro to ask for any advice about dating or sex. But Keith was a private person, and besides, it was much harder to notice the absence of something than the presence.

Still, the fact that this sort of revelation had reduced Keith to tears the way it had suggested that this was something that had been bothering him, had been weighing on his mind. And he had been getting so much better lately about coming to Shiro to talk about things that bothered him. So it seemed a little strange that Keith hadn’t given Shiro any indication that he was struggling with his sexuality, that he felt the need to keep this to himself.

Unless…

“Keith?” Shiro said, pulling. “You know… if you do feel that those are a fit for you - if you think you’re aromantic or asexual - that’s not a bad thing. It isn’t something wrong with you.” Keith didn’t reply, so Shiro continued. “It isn’t, Keith. It’s just an orientation, like any other. Just as legitimate as being gay or straight or bi or - or anything. It’s real, and it’s okay. It’s good, Keith, it’s a good thing, to be able to learn these things about yourself, to be comfortable with them.”

He moved his hands to Keith’s shoulders and leaned down to be at eye level with him. “Are you okay with it, Keith? Do you think it’s a good fit for you?”

“I… don’t know,” Keith answered. “I guess it… makes sense… but I don’t want - I don’t know if - ” He sniffed and swiped the back of his hand over his nose. “It’s - it’s probably stupid, it’s stupid, but - but I just had hoped - you know, I’ve had, like, you know, foster parents and stuff in the past, who said - who told me I was, um, I was… unlovable…” He said the word softly, intently, as if it were a particularly filthy swear. “But I had been hoping that… that they were wrong…”

A heat flared up in Shiro’s gut, one that had gradually become familiar in the time he had known Keith. Keith had given him occasional glimpses into his life in the foster care system, and every time he mentioned one of the bad ones, Shiro would feel himself growing closer and closer to wanting to strangle anyone who had ever caused Keith any amount of harm. And if this was the sort of message one of them had been instilling in Keith, then it was no wonder that he had kept it hidden, and no wonder that he’d thought this was some sort of failing on his part.

“Keith,” Shiro said. “Look at me.” Keith did, blinking wide, damp eyes up at him, and Shiro said, firmly and deliberately, “I love you.”

Keith blinked, brow wrinkling. “What do you - ?”

“I love you,” he repeated. “So if you need hard and fast evidence that you’re not unlovable, there it is. I could not possibly have asked for a better little brother than you, and I love you for it. And you being aroace doesn’t change that, okay? Not one bit. Love doesn’t have to be romantic, or sexual, and not feeling that type of attraction doesn’t mean you’re not perfectly capable of other types of love, and being loved in return. Okay? You are loved - you deserve to be loved. Don’t you dare believe anybody who tells you otherwise.”

Keith was silent, his lower lip trembling as he squeezed his crossed arms tighter around him.

“And it’s perfectly all right if you don’t like the labels, if you don’t think they fit or if you don’t want to use them. You don’t have to. But just know - ”

“I love you too,” Keith interrupted. “And I - I like them. The labels, I mean. They’re… I have to get used to them, I guess, is the thing, but, um, they - they make sense. They fit.”

“Okay.” Shiro clapped his hand firmly on Keith’s shoulder and smiled. “Okay. That’s good, that’s good.” He paused, then asked, “Are you still feeling up for staying at the festival?” Keith nodded. “In that case, we should probably find our spots to watch the parade. It’ll be starting soon.”

“Right,” Keith said, nodding again, and he obediently followed Shiro as they turned back toward the festival.

The curbs of the streets were growing crowded as the parade’s start time approaching and people were clamoring to secure a spot where they could see it all. Shiro and Keith searched two blocks before they found enough space on a set of bleachers set up at one of the street corners where they could squeeze in together.

Shiro noticed as they took their seats that Keith had begun to stim again amid the stress of the crowd, this time knocking his knuckles rapidly against his forearms. He watched thoughtfully for a moment. Then, he tapped Keith’s shoulder and leaned in to say, “You mind saving my spot while I grab something real quick?”

“Okay,” Keith said, and Shiro gave him a reassuring squeeze before slipping out of the bleachers and making a beeline for one of the merchandise booths he had browsed earlier.

He returned a couple minutes later, slid back into his spot, and handed his new purchase to Keith. “Here.”

Keith stared down at the object in his hand. A flag, a foot long when unfurled, on a little wooden stick. It was two-sided, its stripes bearing the same colors as those of the planets Shiro had shown him on the float, the one with the purple stripe on one side, the green on the other. “What’s this for?” he asked.

“If you want it,” Shiro said. “You can keep your hands busy this way, and well, most everyone here’s got a bit of decoration, so I thought maybe you’d like some too. Or you can just pocket it for now, if you don’t want to have it out. Your pick.”

Keith continued staring at it, but he didn’t make any move to put it away either, and Shiro’s attention was drawn away from him when cheers went up through the crowd and he looked to see the first of the floats making its way down the street.

For several minutes the parade had his full attention, and he watched with rapt attention as the first couple of floats passed by, followed by a dance troupe. He managed to pull his attention away from the little procession of cars that followed them, and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his little brother, arm up as he waved his little flag in the air with as much fervor as all the other celebrators in the crowd, and with a small, rare smile on his face.

#aroace keith #autistic keith #keith #shiro #gay shiro #my writing #fic: joy is the flag

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wigglingpandaboi · 5 years ago

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Some random oc stuff cuz i just need to info dump u can ignore this

-In my demigod universe the year is set in 2032

-the universe is similar to ours except the world is a lot different and its more futuristic, people are more progressive, gender is dead and everyone respects pronouns, color/clothing is not genderized, neither is color, nothing is, its very diverse and people aren't jackasses, the President is trans cuz screw it, being on the ace/aro spectrum is very normal and happens all the time and a lot of people fall on it. And practically all mythical creatures are ace and or acearo.

-The place the trio live is called the city and its not in america and its way up north.

-Its not an island but its peninsula and its very isolated. Its actually made this way cuz it acts as a cover up for a bunch of other islands that are hidden cause their sanctuaries for different creatures.

-The trio (Max, Ellis and Thomas) were raised by four people who are refered to ad their mentors

-Everyone has a sort of strange British type accent.

-There's Alistar, an ex archer and current healer/scholar who is a centaur in disguise ad a human. He's actually like thousands of years old but actually the equivalent of being like 45. He's the trio's adopted Dad

-There's Robert, a 7ft suit wearing Ex solider/hitmen, who's from a species created when lighting strikes the ground and they just pop up. Was originally creates to be an evil solider but he's good now. Lile Alistar he's old but the equivalent of being like 40. Also he has these big feathered wings He's the trios uncle

-There's Samuel, a merperson disguised as a human and a ex weapons maker who was in the navy and is now a mechanic. He has an irish accent that he picked up and he's thousands of years old too. But he's the equivalent of being 30 something. He's the trios uncle and he likes Dad jokes

-Finally There's Xavier! He's a demon (Creatures that are humanoid but they have paws/horns and fur covering their legs/ some on their arms plus their skin is usually darker colors like grey's, greens and blues) and he's kind of a robin hood type person. He's more so like the big brother but also the uncle

-There was this huge war between humans and mythical creatures/ the gods over a species called Demigods

-The trio were never supposed to be created, they were accidents

-No one won the war btw but they did wipe the minds of Humans of any mythical creatures and mc went into hiding

-The actual gods are actually what greek gods and other gods are based upon in my universe hence why their our similarities cause it was humans trying to fill gaps in their minds

-Demigods are not born but created from a piece of a single gods soul

-Their are 13 gods. 11 of them are the originals who are all siblings who parent's were another species and were killed.

-The other two are know as the new creations who were born from the sun and moon. They are twins.

-Back tens of thousands of years ago before the war their were a total of 67 demigods

-The mentors, minus Xavier cause we was too young, fought in the war

-All of the mentors bio parents are dead of either abandoned them

-Humans (and most animals) are the only creatures that are born naturally, every other creature/mythical creature is created or spawned

-Humans don't live as long as mythical creatures, since most of them don't die of aging, but humans do live longer then the average human

-Every type of magic is based upon something called soul energy which is what your soul produces. The more soul energy you have the more magic you are cable of doing. Hence why demigods and other mythical creatures can do powerful magic but humans typically can't

-You use to much soul energy and you can crack your soul. Other minor things that could happen are nose bleeds, sickness, nausea, passing out and etc

-Demigods are made out of soul light so that meand their bodies are projections. When theybdie their souls become spirit's and their physical body slowly fades

-Only way to kill a demigod is by shattering its soul

-Demigods throw up/ alongside blood leak something called soul matter which is basically you soul. Its very tar like and will disappear and return to your soul. How fast depends on your mood

-It can also leak from you nose, mouth and eyes. Its not a pleasant experience

-Demigods taste pallets are switched so they find things that are bitter/sour/spicy very good rather then sweet and savory foods

-Demigods dont really need to eat but they can. Since they dont have any organs for it their soul will turn anything they eat into energy which will then turn into more soul energy

-Demigods have no determining sex or gender. No other determining features either. They simply go by whatever pronouns they feel like

-Every demigod is acearo since they are incapable of ever feeling it

-Demigods stop aging mentally and physically at around their teen years. Which can range from 13 to 18

-The trio are homeschooled

-Demigods were considered more animal then human which is true

-Demigods have animalistic features such as sharp teeth, dilated pupils or pointed ears. Depends on the parent

-Demigods are all vegetarian or will only eat the meat of a beast called "a nether beast" because of how close they are to animals

-Depending on the parent, Demigods can speak with animals

-Max lost her eye in a boat explosion when she was 12 and it basically melted her eye shut

-Demigods limbs wont grow back but things like their teeth and tongue will

-Demigods limbs can be sewn back on, including the head

-Demigods don't technically have a spine so they are very flexiable

(That's all the info dumping I have for now, sorry to bother you all with my long post )

#Long post #info dump #My ocs #Demigods #Max #Ellis #Thomas #Alistar #Robert #Samuel #Xavier #the gods #Sorry guys

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bapydemonprincess · 5 years ago

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❤️☕💕👀

Since you didn’t give specifics, I’ll answer these with all three. :3

❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

Aarushi would likely never have a lover, as they are aro ace and even if they weren’t they have too high of anxiety about their powers to dare getting with anyone. HOWEVER they do love the rare times they make human friends and are very careful about introducing them to their parents, as Mamma is still very overprotective even if they’re only a friend, likely treating the meeting like some sort of interview! This doesn’t last long.. for Aarushi will pick up on whats going on and start getting anxious and feeling guilty. TwT;; Seeing that usually simmers the demon mama down. Above all else, Seb does NOT want to see her/his babey cry!

I’d discussed Ambrose’s options about having a lover before, you can find that here! And even if the partner wouldn’t be anything like Hayes, they would still have to have certain qualities such as patience and being a more level-headed quiet type. I cannot see this boy getting along with anyone too sassy and in his face. Not when he has almost the exact amount of patience as his mother!

Once again I am stuck at Ulva... all I can see currently is a babey! 😂 So I really cannot think of her with a romantic and/or sexual interest at the moment! Sorry!!

☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

I may have covered this before, I don’t recall where or when though. I just remember discussing that Aarushi would eventually figure out a better solution to getting souls and actually enjoying them. Which is pretty much the dark part for them. TwT They’d take care of dying humans or something and give them one last chance of happiness, fulfilling whatever kind of wish they had to the best of their ability and then being with them when they finally passed.. taking their soul that is willingly given up after fulfilling their deal, and finding the taste of that kind of soul... shockingly to their liking! 😨

For Ambrose I think the poor boy struggles with a sort of huge negativity he has deep inside.. a kind of negativity that can rise to levels of wishing he could scream that he HATES some certain people and wishes to run away, escape, and never look back... But he still knows that’s only one side, and it battles every day with the other, more reasonable side.

Hmm, I think Ulva has very similar dark secrets to Aarushi, in that she’s secretly terrified of scaring people and hurting people too. TwT It’s not easy being the babey of a powerful demon and a powerful ex soldier!

💕 How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this?

For Aarushi any kind of physical affection has to be earned. Both by them and by their protective Mamma who WILL NOT stand for someone just coming along and scooping up her babey or poking and prodding!

For Ambrose you’d have to go a LOOONG way to earn the right to casually touch him. He allows only things like a hug here and there or a hand on the shoulder. But usually only by close family.

And for Ulva, well, just ASK FOR A HUG even if you’ve NEVER MET and the girl will come BOUNDING UP!!! XD

👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

Finnian smiled at the little one next to him in the back yard, it was a bright summer day and the sun was casting it’s brightest rays on this child, making their dark skin shine like a gleaming jewel in the light, and it seemed they didn’t mind a little sweat, so long as they got to be outside and work with the colorful plants and with “Uncle Finny” as they’d deemed him. Thankfully a breeze would pick up on occasion, ruffling through their soft fluffy black hair. Aarushi would then go “Ahh..” in happiness at the feeling and lean back, big red eyes closed in bliss. It reminded the old man of one of those many cats he remembered that had littered the Phantomhive manor. An adorable sight still to behold after all this time.

A part of Hannah wished to speak up at once when she found the little boy outside her cabin one night, thin twiggy shoulders hiked up to his ears, his entire body clenched up in place and gloved hand curled into little angry balls at his side. Though he was absolutely drenched and likely getting sicker by the second, Ambrose managed to mumble out through his teeth “May.. I come in.. A-Aunt Hannah?” The stutter either from the chill or from the act itself of acknowledging the elder demon in such an endearing familial way.

“... Yes you may, little one.” Hannah of course told him with a nod, and stepped aside, letting the tiny gloomy rain cloud in human form into her small but warm abode.

The giggling was absolutely contagious Sieglinde realized, much too late, as she tried to get the little squirmy girl to settle down on the examination table. But there was no way to avoid it when she knew her hands had been freezing all day, and were now poking and prodding around the child to make sure everything was in working order.

“Can you open up and say “ahh” for me, Ulva?” She asked with a tongue depressor in hand.

“AAAAAHHHH~!” Went Ulva, her tongue dramatically pushing out and her fangs on display.

And once again the young doctor was snorting and giggling, but trying so hard to stop, to be professional! “Th-thank you, dear. Please.. please hold still now.”

#Answer #My Ocs #Aarushi #Ambrose #Ulva #thank you for the ask!#this was so fun #XD #Anonymous

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icarusatmidnight · 6 years ago

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Oleander, Thyme, and Daed? :D

Absolutely!! :D Sorry, this took a few days too! I had many words, heh.

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Full Name: Oleander Everclear Wormwood.

Gender & Sexuality: Agender + Grey-aromantic pansexual.

Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them

Ethnicity/Species: Child of the Inbetween?? is his best guess??

Birthplace: Northern Iceland.

Guilty Pleasures: Ha, Oleander doesn’t do guilty pleasures. He likes what he likes and what he likes is nunya business~ :P

Phobias: Water in the sense of being wet; not being able to breathe.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s pretty infamous as Lund’s former apprentice (har har) and for being an Archmage at a terribly young age, at least in the sense people know of him in a really vague sense.

What They Would Get Arrested For: He can be so lazy at times, I’m going to go with just plain ole trespassing or being Daed’s accomplice.

OC You Ship Them With: Thyme!! Kingcup too in that good brotp way, but Thyme’s the only person I ship him with ~*romantically*~.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Hahahahahahahaha!! Best of luck ‘cause you won’t succeed. Lund has the most motivation to do so though, just out of pure spite, but he’d never get close enough.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror, horror, horror! From classic and shitty, he loves bingein’ on horror films. Reading is basically a chore though so he doesn’t have a favorite there.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Mhm. I don’t think Oleander is well-versed in the language of cliches enough to know what his least favorite is. He doesn’t like it when the hidden big bad is revealed to be an Inbetweener (so so lazy and overdone!) or when people just split up. He’s always gonna death-glare while muttering to himself ‘why do you want to die?’. It’s just madness.

Talents and Powers: He’s absurdly talented with Anima Magic for his age and there’s …other… things… too… :)

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s sturdy like a rock! That’s definitely a huge reason both Kingcup and Thyme like him. It’s really hard to honestly rattle him and that’s kinda nice to have in a friend, you know? He’s also a massively sarcastic little dipshit with a sharp but not cruel tongue and a love of truly bad things. He knows how to have a good time, you know? :P

Why Someone Might Hate Them: I wanna say the massive sarcastic little dipshit thing sarcasm (and it’s definitely a possibility) but I honestly feel the monotony of his voice would probably get to people first. In high doses, I imagine it grates real easy.

How They Change: Out of the three mains, Oleander probably changes the least. He starts as a deadpan snarky kid who goes to support club to basically shut up his roommate and at the end, he’s still really similar to that person. But~! That’s okay. He ends knowing more about himself and what happened to him in his past and he’s on a much healthier path for healing because of that knowledge and that kinda overjoys me a lot. c:

Why You Love Them: !!! I love his silliness! I love his bluntness!! I love his monotone sarcasm and his love of ugly awful things that he sincerely feels are wondrous!! He’s been such an old character of mine for years and years now and I still just love learning new things about him and seeing how far he’s come from his original pissy protective edgelord beginning and I’m so so so happy I finally wised up and made him the main character of Icarus. It works so much better now. Just! /love love love

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Full Name: Thyme René Oxeye!

Gender & Sexuality: Cisguy and bisexual!

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: He’s from a werewolf clan, though not technically one himself. He’s a junk wolf and has a bit of fae in him too. \m/!!

Birthplace & Birthdate: Romneya Backwoods and March 20th!

Guilty Pleasures: Tabletop RPGs. He needs to run a game for Oleander and Kingcup one day, needs!!

Phobias: He has a lot of general anxieties and a nasty habit of internally catastrophizing most of his actions but as for actual phobias, not really.

What They Would Be Famous For: Raising the Dead? Unfortunately??

What They Would Get Arrested For: I’ve mentioned it before but stealing dogs, for sure! He hates seeing them neglected and he has no qualms stealing them to give them some joy~ 💕

OC You Ship Them With: OLEANDER! 😭💕💕 I love them together so much but for less obvious choices though, him and Deacon are my strictly fwb guilty pleasure and I think him and Volkamenia would be good together too. They’re both just so cute and dopey.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I wanna say Kingcup just because but she’s really not the type to murder. So Thyme’s roommate Deacon is gonna be my choice! They have a fun relationship. :’D

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Thyme loves documentaries so damn much, that nerd!! 😭! He knows so much useless and stupid info because of them, especially given how many bad ones he watches it. It’s ridiculous. Like Olea too, he’s not a huge reader but he likes …absurd queer adventures like River of Teeth? He’d love that kind of book.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Mhm. He’s really bored by gritty grimdark cynicism? Just, no.

Talents and Powers: He has his death empathy thing and Thyme totally does the Elle Woods ‘What, like it’s hard?’ thing when it comes to natural magic too, lol.

Why Someone Might Love Them: Despite his anxieties and insecurities, he’s a very outwardly bright and compassionate young man who does honestly try his best to bring some more warmth and happiness into the world.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Oh ho ho. Outside of his anxieties and insecurities which feel like unfair hits, Thyme comes off as a little goody two-shoes at times and someone who is more nice than he is kind. It’ll rub people that wrong way for sure but honestly? Kingcup is screaming that Thyme is far too reckless when it comes to his magic!! He took a miles width chuck of the Backwoods into the Inbetween, raised a rabbit from the dead, got burned and took none of that to heart!! What the Fuck, Thyme!! Any one of those things would be bad but all of them combined?! What were you thinking!!

How They Change: 😭😭😭💕💕💕 Thyme starts off treading through a sea of guilt while spiraling downwards in anxieties and chipperly trying to pretend ‘Everything Is A-Okay! :)’ It’s not, at all. I love seeing him grow the most of out of the three, coming to terms with his connection to death and what happened in the Backwoods and actually accepting kingcup isn’t wrong about him being a reckless little shit either thyme what the fuck. By the end, I’m basically rolling on the ground in glee and pride about how far he comes in maturing into and working towards that better version of himself that’s still uniquely Thyme and It’s Wonderful!

Why You Love Them: I love his sincerity! I love his anxieties! I love his compassion and I love his recklessness, oh my god! He is my darling bisexual disaster of bisexual and the type of character I’d fell over heels for as a teen. His journey is so so much fun and while he’s no longer my main character for Icarus, I still have a massive soft spot for him (clearly). His family back in Romneya is also extremely dear to my heart, lol. I adore puppy-like werewolves who just adopt every misfit in sight because ‘we’re your family now!! :D’. Sue me.

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Full Name: Ira Myrrh Young Daedalus York

Gender & Sexuality: Cisguy & Aro Ace!

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: He’s pretty human.

Birthplace & Birthdate: In the woods and he’s pretty sure it was like July 25th. Probably.

Guilty Pleasures: See his favorite genres except like Olea, he ain’t that guilty over it. :P He really loves living domestic life too.

Phobias: Having his horror rub off and fuck up Oleander is kinda high up there. Also, he doesn’t like insects or iguanas.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s pretty famous for his ability to break things and his vague detective skills too actually!

What They Would Get Arrested For: ….everything. Grand Theft Auto is real high on the list though.

OC You Ship Them With: No one, not his thing! I do think him and Thyme’s mother Dahlia would bond (and drink) over their mutual aro-ness and their delinquent children though! FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP!

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Lund? His folks? Other Knights of Pandora? There’s plenty of options.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Trashy Romance Novels and Rom-Coms until he dies!!! \m/!!

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Blood-Family is Absolute. Some people you need to cut out of your life and cut them out viciously. Also, just badly written love triangles?? You can do so much better than ‘x loves y and likes z and can’t choose between them’.

Talents and Powers: He has a natural talent for breaking things. \m/

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s an effortlessly kind soul who tries his best to put some good back into the world. After all the Hell his folks have tried to raise, it’s the least he can do, you know? He’s also a great drinking buddy and the type of person who won’t ever leave you to feel sorry for yourself. He probably won’t actually help much but he’ll be there for you.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: People who figure out he’s a (former) Knight of Pandora tend to avoid him like a plague. Like there’s no need to get involve with them, and Daed doesn’t blame any of them any one bit. And while he is honestly very kind, he’s still blunt as fuck and doesn’t have the best handle of how to socialize politely.

How They Change: In the story, not much. He’s already dealt with his demons the best he’s ever gonna by then start so he doesn’t have much of journey. He’s actually more the mentor type to the three leads and I love him being the figurative dad/uncle type to them all. :’)

Why You Love Them: Daed’s Daed!! Oh my gosh, he’s a frickin snake in the best way. You see him and just thinks he’s a drunk idiot weasel and he kinda is but he’s also using that as a cover to map out your whole life and motivations and plans and figuring out if he needs to Deal With You or not.

But, you know, just for fun! :D

He’s just a strange character that you wouldn’t think sincerely wants to be a dad and dreams of having a cliche as fuck family but he does?? So so much?? Living in Dead Leaves with Oleander is like his dream come true and he’s so ready to help him be the very best Oleander that he wants to be! He’s also so ready to Beat The Ever-Loving Shit Out Of Anyone Who Dares to Hurt Oleander too. He knows Oleander can handle himself but he’s been through enough already. No more, no more.

#indecentpause #thank you!!#this is a little crash course into these lovely fools #i'll probably do kingcup too later just to have the complete set so to speak~#thyme oxeye #daed york #icarus at midnight #oleander wormwood

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superiordragonlorde · 6 years ago

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Fighting

Note: I support RoyEd for their personalities NOT their ages. Therefore all my works with them will not have canon ages.

Hello everyone! Sorry this is late but I was a little drained after Recent Life Events™ and finishing up Team Mustang week.

This is day 1- Fighting/Making Up for @royedweek .

I feel I should also apologize on my lack of knowledge in romance and sexual attraction due to the fact that I’m ace/aro, so... please give tips and pointers and bear with me!! Warnings: some vulgar language towards the end, but completely sfw other than that.

Anywho, hope you all enjoy this anyways!

Roy Mustang was a very esteemed individual. He held a high place in the court of Xerxes, was a master of his blade, and was an officer of the Xerxian army. He had the reputation for being silver-tongued and level-headed under extreme pressure.

And yet, even with that reputation, he still found himself acting like a fool around Prince Edward, the eldest son of Xerxes’ king.

“Are you ready for this, Mustang?” Roy glanced up from fidgeting with his gauntlets to catch sight of gold. It shimmered in the afternoon light in a hightail, spreading rays like the sun, a halo around a face. Two drops of gold in that face were flashing with a brash sense of confidence and fiery excitement, lighting every feature surrounding it.

“Of course, Your Highness,” he dipped his head in greeting, but paused when his eyes reached the prince’s body.

“Forgive me, Your Highness,” he hesitated, unsure of how to continue. “But... don’t you want some form of protection?” Prince Edward glanced down at himself. He wore nothing but a plain, airy, tan tunic and baggy breeches. It wasn’t an extremely royal outfit nor was it suitable for sharpened blades. He shrugged anyway.

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” he brushed aside the concern and strode forward, coming within a few meters of Roy.

“You seem awfully confident,” Roy noted, deciding he’d follow the prince’s example and strip himself of his armor. Equivalent Exchange, right? Edward flashed him a mischievous grin as he stretched his arms.

“Sure. It shouldn’t be too hard to beat an old man like you.” Roy stiffened at that, resisting the urge to turn a burning glare towards the prince.

“I assure you, Your Highness, that I’m only three years older than you.” Edward paused in the middle of his stretch, eyes widening in surprise at Roy.

“You’re twenty-three?” he asked, incredulous. Roy blinked in response.

“No, but I thought you were.” The two men stared at each other, both perplexed until the prince released a chuckle.

“You foreigners are so weird,” he mumbled, shaking his head. Roy’s brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to form a protest, but Edward’s gaze traveled back towards him.

“I’m twenty,” he stated with a lopsided grin. “So, what, are you twenty-six then?” Roy nodded, swallowing.

“Yes, that’s correct.” Damn that grin. He felt his heart bashing into his ribs already, and they hadn’t even started sparring yet.

“Still old,” the prince mumbled. “But that’s pretty impressive, Mustang,” he declared, tilting his head in deference. “Most people that are given a place at court and a portion of an army to command are well within their thirties.” That was true. Roy was definitely considered a prodigy among his peers (at least, that was one of the better terms some of them used). He had originally been a soldier in Amestris, but, due to strains between the two countries, Amestris’s Fuhrer, King Bradley, had traded Amestrian soldiers for Xerxian ones, creating a form of alliance between the two countries. Most of the soldiers had been scattered throughout the military, but Roy had managed to keep his few colleagues close by. His status in the Xerxian court didn’t hurt that process at all, either. Not to mention the added bonus of catching sight of the prince more often.

“You sure you’re not lying?” The question cut through Roy’s mullings. He kept a cool mask of indifference on his face through sheer willpower alone as he turned back to the prince, who was smirking now, twisting his back.

“I assure you that I am not, Your Highness.” He tried not to grind his teeth. Edward shrugged, the smirk turning into a mocking mask of submission.

“Alright, if you’re sure.” He leaned to the side, stretching the muscles in his abdomen. The hem of his tunic rode up, revealing a sliver of toned muscles. Roy snapped his attention away, already feeling his mouth turn drier than the desert sand around them.

The prince finished up his stretches while Roy found some way to busy himself. A thin sheen had graced Edward’s forehead now, adding a glow to his face. Roy hoped he wasn’t sweating like a pig compared to him in this foreign climate.

“It’s too hot for this,” Edward mumbled and proceeded to take his tunic off. Roy could feel his doom looming over him, cackling at his blessed misfortune. Fortunately, for Roy’s pride, Edward was wearing a thinner, sleeveless top beneath the plain fabric. Metal flashed in the sun’s light. Roy found himself fixated by it.

The prince had never shown both of his arms to the public or in court. He always had either both of them covered, or only the right one in the fashionable asymmetrical sleeved tunics that had been traded in from Xing. Roy knew there was a reason for the prince to continuously wear something that covered his right arm, but he’d never known why. It seemed that now he had been shown it.

“You got a problem with it?” Roy flinched, having been caught submerged in his thoughts once again. Fiery hot aurous burned into his eyes. There was a challenge guarding a wall in those golden depths. The discarded tunic was still held in a fist, waiting to be released. Roy was quick to shake his head.

“Not at all, Your Highness,” he assured. “I was just wondering if it might be best to cover your arm so that the heat won’t blister your skin.” The challenge disappeared, but the wall still remained.

“Trust me,” Prince Edward gave a cold chuckle. “I’ve had this arm for a while now. My skin’s gotten used to heat blisters. Besides,” he flexed his arm, a soft smile gracing his lips. “My mechanic found a different metal to use that doesn’t conduct as much heat and she put some insulating material around the port, so that helps a lot.” He flexed the arm a few more times before dropping it to his side. “And don’t worry about going easy on me.” The smirk returned with a vengeance. “My mechanic makes the best automail so this stuff won’t break that easily.” He knocked a fist good-naturedly against the metal bicep. Roy allowed himself to show off his own smirk.

“Very well,” he stalked towards the middle of the sparring area. “Shall we begin then?” Edward’s smirk turned predatory, flashing his bared teeth. Roy’s stomach flipped.

“Oh, it’s on.” Roy thanked his years of training as it was probably the only thing that saved his head from being chopped off.

Edward had lunged at him, slashing his blade with no hesitation right after he’d spoken. Roy blocked it, taking a step back to pivot on the ball of his foot, slicing down. Edward easily caught it with his hilt, pushing the sword away with the combination of another slash. Roy sidestepped it.

Roy hadn’t fought someone like this since his days in the Ishvalan Civil War. Those men hadn’t been as experienced with bladed weapons longer than their forearm, but they were desperate and eager to kill Amestrian soldiers. They’d been relentless, only resting when their heart refused to beat any longer. The prince, however, lacked their inexperience. He never ceased nor hesitated in his strikes. He matched a blow for every one of Roy’s, effectively blocking his attacks and hitting back with a force Roy thought nearly impossible. He’d found himself stumbling back a pace or two a few times now, caught off guard by the sheer power behind that royal persona.

He’d only seen the prince and his brother in court, helping their father pass judgment, creating and correcting laws, debating over treaties, and even planning on military attacks and defenses. While Prince Alphonse was kind-hearted and soft-spoken, his brother was blunt and nearly honest to a fault. His decisions were always fair and just, relying heavily on Equivalent Exchange. It wasn’t a perfect answer to everything, but it got to the bottom of a solution, laying a pathway out for Alphonse to follow with his soothing words. The two princes made an unstoppable team. And it seemed that Prince Edward didn’t hesitate in his decisions within the court as well as on the field. Roy had heard rumors of the prince’s talents with a blade but had never been privy to a show.

With that being said, he was going to blame his unpreparedness on that instead of the persisting heat settling in his gut as he watched the prince twist and turn, a golden tornado of jabs, feints, and blocks. His lack of preparedness was also going to be the blame for why he found himself lying on his back after having his feet swept out from under him with Edward straddling him down.

The prince was breathing heavily, his hair falling off his shoulder in a river of gold, tickling Roy’s cheek. His eyes were bright and crinkled at the edges when he smirked.

“That all you got, Mustang?” he teased, tilting his head to the side. “I thought the great “Hero of Ishval” would be harder to-” He was cut off by a yelp when Roy flipped him over, hovering over him instead.

“Forgive me, Your Highness,” he panted, a corner of his lip twitching up. “But I think you’ll find I’m not so easily defeated.” The prince squirmed beneath him, trying to find a purchase, but Roy countered his shifting weight, keeping him trapped beneath his hands.

“Face it, you’ve lost,” Roy declared. Edward went limp, chuckling.

“You’re a bastard, you know that?” He arched an eyebrow and Roy felt something catch on fire inside of him. That liquid gold was splayed across the sand now, just barely discernable between the two. His eyes burned into Roy, creating that spark that lit the fire roaring through his veins. A flash of an image crossed his mind. The sand morphed into feathered cushions, the sun turned into a dull fire in a dim room. Edward laid beneath him, flushed, pinned under his body, skin shining like a precious metal.

The fire crawled up to Roy’s face and he prayed the prince wouldn’t catch a red blush crawling up his neck. Or that if he did he would blame it on a sunburn.

“You know, Mustang,” Edward started, arching himself up so he was closer to him. Roy found himself leaning down, drawn by a magnetic force to that priceless metal. “I don’t think you know me all that well.” Roy swallowed hard, feeling the fire reach every extremity in his body. He opened his mouth, willing himself to speak, but all that came was an undignified squawk, drowned by Edward’s smug bark of laughter.

The prince had used the strength of his automail leg to overbalance Roy, pulling his right arm back at the same time to topple him over. He placed himself back over him, a triumphant and satisfied grin stretching across his face.

“If you really knew me, you’d know I wouldn’t ever admit defeat without a fight,” he stated, his breath fanning over Roy’s face. Roy forced his pounding heart to still and tried to keep the fire from burning his cheeks into a crimson red. Edward pulled back, that gorgeous grin still engraved on his face.

“Brother?” They both snapped their heads towards the door, one in indifference and the other in well-hidden mortification. “I’m not interrupting something, am I?” It was Prince Alphonse, and he was giving a knowing and devious smirk that was starting to rival Prince Edward’s.

“Nah,” Edward grunted, crawling off of Roy. “Just showing the foreigners how it’s done in Xerxes.” Alphonse emitted an unconvinced hum of acknowledgment but didn’t say anything further about the matter.

“Well, Father wishes to see you as soon as you, and I quote, ‘stop smelling like the desert wind’,” Alphonse relayed, leaning against the frame of the door with crossed arms. Edward stood, grabbing his tunic and wiping his face off with it. Roy tried not to stare as he rose as well.

“Fucker can kiss my ass,” Edward muttered, brushing his bangs out of his face. “Alright, alright, I’m coming. But make sure he knows I’m having the longest fucking bath of my life.”

“Just to spite him?”

“You know me so well, Al,” Ed smirked. He twisted around, holding a hand out to Roy.

“Thanks for sparring with me.” His smile burned into Roy’s eyes faster than the sun ever could. He grasped the prince’s hand, registering that it was his left one. “Let me know if you ever want me to kick your ass again.”

“Trust me, Your Highness,” Roy found himself smirking. “The next time we spar I won’t be taken down so easily.” He was holding himself to that because as wonderful as it was to see the prince hovering over him with such triumph and confidence, having him pinned by his own hands on the ground, looking up at him was undeniably addictive. Edward gave him a dangerous smirk.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he vowed, echoing Roy’s previous thought and sparking another flame within him. Edward released his hand, too soon according to Roy, and left with a wave over his shoulder.

“See you around then, Mustang,” he called before disappearing into the dark corridor beyond the threshold with Alphonse following at his heels. Roy watched, hand still extended in a last attempt to savor the moment of final contact. Footsteps crunched through the sand and a blonde head appeared in his peripheral.

“Was that Prince Edward, sir?” Hawkeye asked, face blank of emotion. Roy tried to copy it, placing his hand on his hip.

“Yes. He had asked me to spar with him. What of it?” Hawkeye shrugged, appearing to be uncaring.

“It just seemed that something had caught your eye, sir,” she stated, casting a glance his way. Damn her perceptiveness. It looked like it extended beyond her skills with a bow and arrow.

“There’s nothing more than admiring the structure of a well-crafted piece of jewelry.” The finest golden blade, fit for only the most worthy of humanity to wield it. “Where exactly are you going with this, Hawkeye?” She turned to him.

“It’s not impossible, sir,” she reasoned, ever the one to hold out hope for him when he all but discarded his own.

“No,” Roy shook his head. “It is impossible. Given the circumstances, there’s too large of a gap between statuses and that’s not including the fact that we’re from different countries. It’s by mere chance we’ve even met. There’s no proper way to go about this.” Hawkeye gave a solemn nod, letting her gaze follow Roy’s towards the door.

“That is true, sir,” she admitted. “But neither of you appear to be strict rule followers either.” And with that last word, she spun on her heel and strode off, leaving a reddening, sputtering officer behind her.

Cliche romantic fighting where person A and B pin each other to the ground: 1 Original romantic encounter: 0 Ok then. Sorry again that this is late. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!

#RoyEd Week #roy mustang #edward elric #alphonse elric #fma #fullmetal alchemist #fma au #royed #my fic #my writing #vulgar language

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acest-of-them-all · 6 years ago

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So now story time bc today is the day I became extremely sure I am asexual

So. Let's go waaay back to when I was a kid and had no idea there was other sexualities than straight. Obviously I assumed I was gonna have a boyfriend sometime. I didn't really think about it, though. It wasn't relevant because I was a kid and I had other worries like what will I play with my friends during the breaks between classes.

When I was about 13-14, I had discovered the fact that there were not only straight people, but also gays, lesbians and bisexuals. I was like hey, girls are nice, I would date a girl as well as a boy. So I labeled mhself as a bisexual. Now, I hadn't had any real crushes(I now have realized), only a few people I had taken interest in, so I didn't really know how attraction to another person felt like.

When I was about 14 years old or when I was turning 15, I wasn't so sure about my gender anymore. I didn't feel good in my body, and I hated it so, so much. I had more knowledge of sexualities and genders, so I began to wonder, if what I was experiencing was me being transgender. I was kind of suspicious though, because the feeling came so late, and not as a child already. But I knew that the gut-wrenching feeling that made me want to throw up I got when someone called me a girl, was very real. I was convinced I was a transgender, and I was fine with that. It still hurt though, when after two years of feeling horrible dysphoria with my body I told my mom that I was pretty sure I was trans, she still would address me and my sister as "girls" when talking of both of us. I never got the chance to tell my father, though. At some point, I realized that I might not be able to go through the surgeries, as the places I could do that were quite far away, and I didn't know how expensive it was gonna be. Soon, I was fine with that, too, because I realized that my discomfort in my body being female was fading. I was so confused. I had felt like a boy for the last two years and now I suddenly felt like wearing more makeup and dressing more femininely?? I was like huh. I was a fake after all.

At the same time I started to realize that I didn't feel the desire to become close to people. I thought I was somehow incorrectly developed, that it would come to me later, so I didn't really pay attention to it.

Now, in the spring, this year. My first year of vocational school was almost over. We had photography, and I was sitting at my computer on my phone, because I had already edited all the photos I had taken and nothing else to do. There was this guy, that I knew my friend knew, sitting at the computer next to me. He wasn't in our class(he was on his second year). He asked about what we had been doing, which I found weird, because I didn't know this dude, but I just awkwardly answered him. We conversed for a while, and he offered to show me how the studio lights and flashes work. I accepted, because yeah, I had nothing else to do. Well. He showed me how they worked, I was quite awkward all the time, and he asked about stuff. One thing he asked was if I had ever kissed anyone. I obviously hadn't, so I answered no. He asked if I wanted to try. I was confused and I kind of panicked so I accepted. I was tense and nervous and confused, and he told me to relax and close my eyes. I slapped my hand over my eyes, because I couldn't bring myself to close them, I was so nervous. I was just standing there, tense as hell, as he kissed me. Or tried to. It didn't go well, as I kept my lips tightly together and I was panicking. He told me I had to relax, to which I repeatedly told him that I wasn't capable of that. That was followed by him letting it go and us both apologizing for making things awkward. The whole thing was like straight out of a fanfiction. Except that if it was a fanfiction, I wouldn't have been an already suspecting ace, I would have magically been able to kiss him back and we'd have banged in the studio. Yeah, no. I didn't really see him after that, which I was pretty relieved of, because now I wouldn't have to deal with awkward shit! At that point I was almost completely sure I was ace and aro, because I didn't feel like romantic relationships were really my thing and the idea of me having sex with someone, to be completely honest, disgusted me. I had also found a term that I felt like it fit my gender: genderfluid. My preferred gender tends to change quite slowly, I can feel really feminine for months, or really masculine for, apparently, years. Sometimes it's one of those, but in between happens too. Currently I am leaning a little bit on the feminine side.

Anyways. This fall. Summer was over, my second year of school started. And I get to live alone, which is super awesome! One day, after like two weeks of school, the guy texts me(we had exchanged our numbers back then), asking how I'd been. We talked about stuff, it was casual and cool. He's pretty nice, since he likes memes and listens to good music. I told him that I lived alone, and he joked about coming to ruin my peaceful isolated life. I was like yeah, you can come over sometime if you want to, because sometimes some company isn't too bad. The next monday he came to hang out, and it was cool. We listened to music, showed each other memes and all, and I was relieved it wasn't awkward(I had done research on the internet on how to carry on with a conversation before he arrived lmao). Then he left and everything was well in the kingdom. A week or two went by, he would occasionally text me and yeah. It was cool and I was like whoa did I manage to make a friend.

Until.

The day before yesterday(saturday). He texted me like usual and asked if I wanted to hang out on sunday, but because I wouldn't have had any time, we agreed to hang out on monday. A.k.a. today. And then he asked if I still couldn't kiss. And I was like ooohh nooooo, and said that no, I can't because who the hell would my ace ass I have been kissing? He was like well do you want to try on monday and internally I was like WHY??? DON'T YOU REMEMBER HOW AWKWARD IT WAS??? And because I figured that the sooner he realizes I'm a hopeless case, the sooner he leaves me alone with the kissing stuff(and because my idiot brain is like BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE A FAKE ACE??? WHAT IF YOU DO LIKE IT HMMM?!? and I wanted to be sure), I was like uuuhhh sure I guess. I warned him that I was most likely going to be awkward as hell AGAIN, but he just told me to "relax and enjoy". Which confused me because I simply do not see the appeal of having other person's tongue shoved down your throat, but I let it be.

So he came over. We conversed for a while, then browsed memes again(which meant we were both sitting on my bed). Soon he was like sooo about the kissing and I was like oh god oh god what do I do, so my brain switched into "scientific experiment" mode, and I was like yeah, I only need to think of this as an experiment on what kissing feels like and everything would be fine. So he told me to get in his lap and I was just confused as hell and was like uuhhh do I have to like do something, to which he answered that not really. And then he kissed me. And his tongue was in my mouth. It didn't taste like anything, it felt weird and I was just kind of trying to not be too awkward, trying to somehow respond to it. He asked how it was and I was like weird, not the most unpleasant thing but nothing special either. And we ended up lying down and kind of cuddling on my bed, which was okay. I was just making random comments about like how babies have more bones than adults and at some point I was like do you wanna take a nap, naps are nice, to which he agreed. It wasn't a nap though. He kissed me some more and yeah. At some point though he had to leave, so he did. And that's when it really hit me. I felt really unhygienic and weirded out. I still could taste his tongue, which is why I brushed my teeth twice in a row. The taste wouldn't go away! I ate, and I noticed I was terribly aware of my own tongue in my mouth. I could still smell his deodorant or whatever it was, and now it wasn't even nice anymore, it was disturbing and overwhelming. I couldn't even drink from my bottle normally because of the way it feels! I brushed my teeth one more time and put my clothes at my window to air out, I don't want them to smell like him. I went and scrubbed myself under a practically boiling shower, I think I've never been so thorough when showering. I'm still confused. Why do I feel so disgusted and unclean, when clothes weren't even reduced? Apparently it doesn't need much. But if mere kissing makes me like this, I can't even imagine myself in even a slightly more intimate situation. Just, no. If he wants to do that again, I gotta tell him that kissing definitely isn't my thing, maybe just straight up tell him that I'm asexual. At least now I'm sure about it lol

#sorry for the rant #sorry for the long post #personal #i just wanted to tell this #asexual #aromantic #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtqa

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elizabethhollowswriting-blog · 7 years ago

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Prompt Fill - Ace/Aro Ficlet #2

Sooo, I meant to fill these a while ago but got distracted, I’m sorry!

The original prompt was from @stardust-from-your-eyes who requested “Hey, could you write a small drabble with ace characters? Bonus for aromantic, there really aren’t enough aro/ace characters out there. At least one female please???”

I wrote a guy/girl fill for this one earlier (here) but I also wanted to write a girl/girl and guy/guy fill. So please enjoy the lesbian romance for this prompt :) I’ll post the guy/guy in the coming days!

Unbetaed because everyone is busy at the moment XD

It could be hard to fall in love, especially when it was difficult to pinpoint what love meant to you.

Sometimes understanding the difference between ‘this gorgeous friend I have’ and ‘this gorgeous person I want in my life’ was to realise they were almost interchangeable.

Love was difficult and no two loves were really the same – and the way that Makenzie loved was also different to many other people. Where most people wanted physical intimacy, she only wanted the emotional kind. She wanted to love and live and share a life with someone... but she didn’t want anything more.

You want a friend, people told her – but no, no she wanted more than that; they just couldn’t understand.

The other big problem, if that wasn’t already limiting her choices enough, was that Makenzie had found herself drawn exclusively to women from a young age.

Woman were beautiful with lovely curves and gorgeous smiles while men were just... not? There was aesthetic attraction, maybe, but women just stole her heart with nothing more than a bright laugh and a shy grin.

And it was that kind of instant adoration and butterflies when she met Penny.

They met in the library of all places, when Makenzie was burrowed under a mountain of books just enjoying the quiet and the warmth and not expecting anyone to interrupt her. But Penny did.

She was polite and beautiful with her brunet hair falling in soft waves down her back. Her dress was bright and floral and flowing in a way that made her look like she could walk out of a beauty magazine. Makenzie felt entirely too plain and ridiculous with her long, fluffy cardigan that fell over her hands and her glasses sliding down her nose.

Penny smiled at her and asked if she could please borrow one of the books Makenzie had as she needed to reference something for a paper she was writing. Makenzie had just nodded, feeling tongue-tied. She’d expected the other woman to leave, but she just took the book and sat down opposite her and carefully started looking for the information that she wanted.

It wasn’t what she expected and somehow it gave Makenzie the courage to curiously ask what she was researching. It turned out, once you got Penny to start talking it was almost impossible to make her stop.

She was passionate and beautiful and they spoke for hours as they talked about their mutual and differing passions. Penny came and sat down beside her, their hands brushing as they shared books and they even walked to get coffee and lunch together at the nearby cafe, not wanting to stop talking even when they needed a break for some food.

Makenzie was having the best day. It was like a fairytale, one that only got better when they were leaving the cafe and the brunet asked her if she’d like do it again, if she’d like to go on a date.

Penny was so open in her request, full of hope and confidence and Makenzie said yes without thinking. She only started to regret and worry about the decision after they’d exchanged numbers and parted for the day.

That was when she began to realise what she’d done and what she hadn’t explained when she’d accepted the other woman’s proposal.

It didn’t make her regret the acceptance, it just made her nervous for the explanation; how soon was too soon? How long was leading the other woman on? Makenzie hadn’t been on a date in well, ever, and it made her nervous.

How did she explain what she was? Aromantic. Was it too presumption to say it on the first date? Did it mean she thought that Penny was attracted to her and that’s what she wanted? The questions cycled through Makenzie’s mind until she was almost sick with nerves.

When the date finally came, Makenzie dressed in a nice top, a nice skirt and the baggy cardigan that somehow gave her comfort as she played with the sleeves. She was early and she’d already chosen a table out the front of the cafe.

Perfect for a quick getaway.

She was still fiddling and picking at the edge of her cardigan when Penny arrived. She was in another dress; just as beautiful but with a soft geometric pattern this time. She sat down with a smile and excited greeting, but her smile soon fell at hearing Makenzie’s jittery hello.

They sat there for a moment as Makenzie stared at the table in front of her, trying to come up with something to say.

“Is this your first date with another woman?” She asked gently, nothing but kindness in her voice.

Makenzie tugged her teeth over her lower lip before admitting, “Yes.”

“It’s not that different from a man,” she told her with a smile before leaning over the table slightly, her eyes bright with humour. “I actually think it’s much better.”

When Makenzie caught her eyes, Penny winked at her and Makenzie couldn’t help letting out a soft, surprised laugh. It broke some of the tension, but not all of it, and it made the butterflies start to fly through Makenzie’s stomach at the pleased look on the other woman’s face.

“I’m aromantic,” Makenzie blurted, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushing the moment that the words escaped.

Penny’s eyes widened as well, her mouth forming a small ‘oh’ of surprise before Makenzie quickly looked down at her hands, tugging on the material of her cardigan even more nervously. She only stilled when Penny’s hand came to gently rest over her own, making Makenzie still and look up.

The other woman was smiling at her just as softly as before, just as sweetly as in the library and it made so much hope rush through Makenzie that she almost collapsed.

“Thank you for letting me know,” she told her quietly. “I’ve never been on a date with someone who’s aromantic before.” She squeezed Makenzie’s hand gently. “Please let me know if I do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

Makenzie stared at her. “You... you don’t... mind?”

“If I can’t accept someone for their sexuality but they can accept me for mine then I would be a hypocrite,” Penny squeezed her hands again before pulling back. “Besides, I asked to go on a date with you because I like and want to get to know you. I’d say this is moving in the right direction.”

She smiled the same, bright, happy smile that made Makenzie’s knees feel weak and made her heart race. Relief also rushed through Makenzie so fast that she almost felt dizzy.

“Oh,” she breathed, before smiling soft and shy. “I want to get to know you too.”

“Well,” Penny said with raised eyebrows and a teasing smile, “where would you like to start?”

Makenzie actually didn’t know, but for the first time since she’d accept the date, Makenzie was nothing but excited to try and find out.

Feel free to send me a prompt and I’ll endeavour to write something for it!

#writing #aromantic character #original characters #freewriting #ficlet #lesbian romance #prompt fill #original writing

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I’m reintroducing my original character, Elora “Ellie” Do’Agi! I changed her into a human for ease of story telling and because almost this entire story will take place in human society. If I ever... yknow. Write this thing. I’ll probably introduce a dragonborn later on.

(Picrew here)

She’s 5′0″, 220lbs (about half of it is muscle, half is pudge,) and the picrew was limited on hairstyles so her hair is more curled and falls to her waist, even with the braid she puts it into every day. She’s still a bard, which is good because she’s considered to be extremely beautiful so she earns more money for it. (I put in her appearance description that “ To behold Ellie is to behold the god Massar himself.” Massar in my pantheon is the god of beauty and love, an Aphrodite equivalent.)

I’m looking at my girls again because I want to include more diversity, so Ellie is still aro/ace, but I’m kind of thinking about if she’s trans or not. Despite her huge backstory, she’s my least developed of them all. Idk, I have to sit with her a while longer.

Her backstory, revamped and expounded:

Ellie's father Bogal, a portly and jovial human who once served as an ambassador of Zimon to the Draconic peoples of the deserts of Bogrul, lived a luxurious life. Raised by noble parents, he was once a spoiled and childish imp of a man. It was not until a visiting group of musicians performed for the court during their annual ball that Bogal finally came across something he could not have.

Her name was Mina.

Engaged as he was to a Duchess of Drake, a lovely enough woman with whom he had had many invigorating and exciting discussions, Bogal could not risk his status, his title, his family's ire by throwing such an engagement aside. But Mina caught his ear with her voice as lovely as a bird's and his eye with her eyes as bright as emeralds and her smile as brilliant as a diamond's. He had avoided her the whole night, but when he'd learned her troupe would be moving on the next day, he could not let her go without saying hello.

It did not go well. Her gentle song and demure ways were not enough to hold in her ire with him, and for the first time in his life, he was scolded for his behavior and attitude. She held nothing back, tongue biting as sharply as teeth might until he was left dumbstruck and open-mouthed, standing alone in the veranda. And he knew then that he had fallen in love.

She would return the next year to find him a changed man. He would have spent the past months reading, writing, studying to be a better person, a person worthy of her. He studied philosophy and philanthropy and psychology. But it would not be enough for when she returned the following year, she would again scoff at him, bitingly telling him that studies were not enough, that his lessons were as much an act as her performance, and she left him once more to return home to the wife he did not love.

She would return the next year to find him once more a changed man. His wealth abandoned, given to the poor. His policies altered, advocating for the nurturing of the poorer classes. His life completely changed. And it would be that night that she would smile upon him for the first time.

Forgoing his title, his status, his wife, his family, any semblance of wealth he retained, he ran away with her, and they settled down together in a small desert town not too far from the coast of Zimon.

Elora Do'Agi was born alongside a twin sister, the last of 6 children born to Mina and Bogal. Her eldest brothers went out among the world at the young age of 25 in search of adventure and glory while her other two brothers remained at home to help with their parent's pepper farm, and her sister would go on to open a small craft store in the local village.

Mina would tell her tale of love and rejection to her children for years, and this tale would inspire Ellie. She would grow to become an observant and kind-hearted but assured woman, a bard as her mother was, having begun to learn to play various instruments as soon as she could hold them. Then, at 19, she would leave home to set off into the world for adventures of her own, like her brothers. Traveling from city to city, tavern to tavern, Ellie makes her living performing for drunks and pedestrians, often collecting tales as payment rather than gold. The life of a bard is a strange one. She meets many people along the road, even shares a drink with many more, but the constant drive to move on does not allow for the formation of meaningful interpersonal relationships, and that's the way she likes it. The only ties left in Ellie's life are to her family. Every month she sends them a satchel of gold and a whole journal of stories and journals detailing her adventures. And every night, Ellie sleeps out amongst the stars, a contented smile upon her face. OTHER

#shut up becca #becca's owip #ellie do'agi #my ocs #becca writes #character creation

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