#aro 29

[aro-culture-is]

Afab aro culture is having a nlog phase as a kid ‘cause “how can girls be so obsessed with boy bands?” (That’s literally an entry in my 2th grade diary)

for folks like me who just learned this:

nlog = not like other girls

[suomiplorpoturnaus]

Suomiplorpoturnaus: Kierros 1 • Äänestys 29

Propaganda leikkauksen alla...

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Vasco (Luoja @canisalbus )

"Hahmot Machete ja Vasco ovat erittäin suosittuja ja taiteilija on aktiivinen tumblerin käyttäjä ja vastaa kysymyksiin josksu jopa piirroksen kanssa. Hahmoille löytyy sekä canon-lore joka sijoittuu renessanssiajan Italiaan sekä moderniin aikaan sijoittuva ei-niin-canon lore." – nimetön

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Jaro Elomaa (Kaapin nurkista)

“Aseksuaali, aro-spektri (grayro; lithro; frayro). Pitkä poika (186cm 17-vuotiaana). Itäsuomalaisesta pikkukaupunkista, harrastaa valokuvausta. Ambivertti (introvertti/ekstrovertti vertailussa). Lempparikakku on suklaa, juo kahvin mustana Ärrältä ja syö Ässä Mix-karkkeja kun kattoo animaatioleffoja. Isoveli, joka antaa pikkusiskon katsoa videopelin pelaamista sylissä. Lyö afobeja/kiusaajia. Vähän haluton, mutta silti aseksuaali 'aktivisti'. Tohtori Who on ässä ikoni. Hankki kaksi undulaattia vanhempana, rakastaa muutenkin eläimiä.” – @nocticola

[aliferous-ly]

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Whatever You Want

Basil Stitt x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 29: Hair Pulling

Summary: You take care of Basil.

A/N: I'm so tired.

Warnings: Hair Pulling (Basil receiving), pegging, anal sex, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 440

Basil whines low in his throat, his breathing coming out in rapid pants as you pull on his hair. 

His back is bowed, his fingers digging into the bedding. 

“Please, oh god,” he sobs, his body shaking as you pound into him with the strap, the sound echoing around the bedroom. 

His cock rubs against the mattress, pushed back and forth with every deep thrust of your hips. His lower half is completely pressed to the bed, utterly at your mercy. 

Precum soaks into the sheets as the cotton kneads against his dick, the squeaking of the bedframe and thumps as the bed moves adding to his moans and cries.

He’d started off with his hands on the bed and feet on the floor, but with every deep stroke, his muscles turned more and more to jelly under your direction. He was practically a puddle now. Begging for his pleasure as his release hurtled closer and closer, completely under your spell. 

You pick up your pace, changing the angle so that you can hit his prostate head on. 

“Fuck!” Tears build in the corner of his eyes, mix with the sweat on his skin. You said you’d make him forget about wearing the paper bag, make him forget his own name. He's so lightheaded that he’s nearly there, nearly floating and lost in bliss. 

His balls tighten, the heady sensation twisting and turning in his stomach as his cock hardens and begins to pulse. 

Basil cries out when he comes, loud and deep as he spurts all over the sheets. His cum smearing up his stomach as you slow. 

“No,” he sobs, weak and drained, he lifts his left leg weakly at the knee. “No, please.” 

You loosen your grip on his hair and still, leaning forward quickly and kiss his back. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You okay?” 

He hmphs, swallowing, and rocking his hips weakly, “Please don’t stop?” 

“Oh,” you smile and start to gently ease the strap in and out, savouring the little sounds and mewls that fall from his lips. “Greedy thing wants more?” 

He nods desperately, arching his back again and blindly groping behind him for your hand. 

You giggle as you sit back up and give him your hand, he quickly places it on top of his head, closing his fist around yours. 

“Pull, please.”

“Anything baby wants,” you purr and he whines happily, wriggling as you start to rock harder, making his ass jiggle. 

He bites his lip as he moans, his eyes half closed. “Ugh, yes, please, anything I want,” he hums happily, his cock twitching between his stomach and the wet, slippery mattress. 

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[chaoticace2005]

Why Alastor hates Susan:

1. She’s a bitch

2. He doesn’t like her style

3. Susan was actually his mom’s name, so he hates anyone else who uses it

4. Alastor had an abusive father canon and Susan was his aunt

5. Susan was Alastor’s abusive father actually

6. Susan tried to ask him out, things got awkward quick

7. She always takes the best meat

8. Told him he sounded “tacky”

9. She’s racist

10. She’s aro/acephobic and even though Alastor doesn’t know what that means, he’s tired of being told he hasn’t found the right person

11. She beat him in a bake sale that one time

12. She’s Vox’s mother— he hates her for bringing that annoyance into the world

13. She’s a huge radiostatic shipper

14. Susan actually owns his soul

14b. She’s Roo (Root of all Evil) and has Al’s soul

14c. She’s secretly Lilith and/or Eve

15. She’s actually more powerful than him and he loathes that

16. She’s publicly denounced radios

17. Rosie and her have problems, and Alastor is just sticking up for his girl pal

18. He was always taught as a child to hate witches

19. Susan is actually the one who shot and killed him

20. Susan ran a competing radio show

21. She owns so many dogs and Alastor is more of a cat person

22. He just hates anyone who argues against him and challenges his authority, especially when he can’t simply kill them (since she’s protected by Rosie and also he’s get shit for killing an old lady)

23. Alastor just doesn’t really like old people

24. She kept trying to set him up with her nieces and nephews

25. Insulted his jambalaya

26. Wrecked his coat

27. Said she was going to make jambalaya but badly butchered it

28. He hates when people ask to speak to the manager

28b. He had a traumatic experiences after someone last asked to speak to the manager

28c. As a serial killer he specifically only killed Karens, now he’s annoyed he still has to deal with one

29. She won the award for “Most Gluttonous Cannibal” which is stupid because that was HIS award

30. She’s the one who gave him that yee yee ass haircut

[ckret2]

Did you always plan to have billford in the goldilocks fic or was it a recent addition in regards to TBOB/thisisnotawebsite.com

Since I started the fic. Here, have an early meta post about my plans. And another one. And a third one. I've said TBOB/TINAWDC didn't majorly change any of my plans and I meant it. I've been foreshadowing the most emotionally devastating moments of the grand finale since chapter 1; now imagine getting 60 chapters/300k+ words deep before deciding to pair up the main character with one of the most important secondary characters without any prior planning or foreshadowing, jesus christ.

TBOB/TINAWDC just reinforced the plan I already had in place: pre-betrayal they were mutually obsessed in a way that got pretty homoerotic, but they both maintained a professional distance (can't get too familiar with the divine muse/can't get too close to the disposable pawn); Ford very nearly had a crush-crush but was too aro to fully tip into that territory before the betrayal; and Bill only realized how much he valued Ford after irreversibly burning that bridge.

My very earliest ideas for the fic were actually even more focused on billford before I went "no, an ensemble cast would be way more fun." And I was right!

You can see the foreshadowing/chemistry-building/general homoeroticism in chapter 9, chapter 16, chapter 24... and 28, and 29, and 31, and 34, and 36, and 39, and 39, and 39, and 39, and 42, and 46, and 48, and 56, and 59, and 68... also chapter 1. It's been informing how I write their interactions since chapter 1.

[barrenclan]

This… this is just bugging me. So I have to ask.

She wasn’t the only Aro-Ace in this comic right? And she wasn’t just made Aro-Ace as she was going to die?

It is just life, anyone can or could die. It’s simply that She was the first of the main cast to die.

To assuage your fears, no, I (an aromantic asexual person) did not make an aroace character just to kill her off. I hope you don't think so little of me.

And she's not the only one; Egrettail is also pretty famously aroace (reread Issues 21 and 29 for recap!). Your last statement is true, she's just the first to die.

Did I say first? Oh my...

[terabyte-teddybear]

pride month edit prompts 🌈

1- gay/mlm

2- lesbian/sapphic

3- bi/pan

4- ace(spec)

5- aro(spec)

6- transgender

7- nonbinary

8- genderfluid

9- genderqueer

10- xenogender/mogai

11- gender free day, any not already included or repeat one!

12- butch/femme

13- wlw ship

14- mlm ship

15- t4t ship

16- poly ship

17- qpr

18- favorite video game

19- favorite tv show/movie

20- red/orange

21- yellow/green

22- turquoise/blue

23- purple/pink/lavender

24- your identity

25- your identity day 2!

26- favorite pride flag

27- canon not straight character

28- canon not cis character

29- comfort character

30- disability headcanon (to celebrate disability month starting tomorrow!)

i know i can’t stop you from using these prompts but r@dqueers and pr0shippers please don’t interact with this post!

[aroaceconfessions]

Finds out I'm ace - never really cared about sex anyway.

Finds out im aro - never needed relationships either

Finds out I'm agender - that's probably why I've felt like a body all this time

Finds out I'm aplatonic - okay, how much deeper will my loneliness go?

Finds out I'm autistic - goddammit

Submitted April 29, 2023

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC, Leah Clearwater x Witch!OC

Warnings: last chapter of this series, you have been warned, time jumps, new character introduced, never know how to finish stories 🙃, mentions of smoking, curses, magic user, may be ooc for felix and demetri?, denial of feelings, confessions, imprinting

Words: 4442

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23   Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28 Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39

Comical wasn't enough to describe the widening of Felix and Demetri's garnet eyes when they saw the sleeping Irina. They were even more unready for the numbers of the Denali clan, Cullens, and wolves all squished together in the living room. Now it was painfully clear that they were utterly outnumbered with just the two of them present. They lost whatever bit of color their faces possessed.

Especially when the witches naturally clump alongside Dieufel. Felix could taste the zing of their power in the air. It stung his nostrils and caused a fierce burn behind his eyes. Felix and Demetri must have never encountered so many witches before, if any.

Annalisse, Evita's mother, was quite the domineering presence despite the two Volturi members being the oldest in the room. She was unflinching but you got the feeling that she was more so annoyed about leaving her home. And it all seems to be focusing on a nervous-looking Evita.

Turned out that Evita hadn't exactly been telling the truth about her mother being aware of where she was. Evita's grandmother promised she wouldn't tell. After all, Annalisse was the one against Evita going out to avenge her sister's death. Late one night, Evita left home only telling her grandmother where she was going.

Anxiously tugging at the sleeves of her jacket, Evita flicks her gaze down to her shoes. Annalisse puffs out an irritated sigh before turning back to the black-clad figures. They were surrounded. Enemies all around and even waiting outside should they try to escape before coming to an agreement.

To maintain a semblance of authority, Felix curls his lips in a snarl toward her. "Do you know what you're doing here? When Aro-"

"I don't know who this Aro is. Your kind do little to scare me." Annalisse quips back and takes an aggressive step forward. "And you're not in the position to be making threats."

"She's right." Carlisle counters. "Especially when these witches have the ability to incapacitate us. The Volturi will no longer be terrorizing my family. We will continue to uphold our secret around humans, but other than that law, you will no longer govern us. The wolves are our friends and allies."

Demetri hisses and points an accusatory finger at Bella between Nadege and Evita. "We cannot ignore the fact that Miss Swan has gone back on her promise. It was the only reason we let her live."

"She's not just a human anymore." Nadege slyly grins. "She's one of us."

"Even worse." seethes Felix.

"I would never reveal anyone's secret." Bella insists, her voice unwavering and full of complete control. "I'll protect it til the day I die."

"This 'Volturi' doesn't get to police the world. Especially when they are so ignorant of how vast the world is." Annalisse folds her arms in front of her chest.

Eleazar, stepping away from his mate, stares at the two men he had worked with decades prior. "Felix. Demetri. This is not a hill you want to die on."

Appalled at the idea of defeat, Felix turns on Eleazar. "And what do you plan on doing with us if we refuse to take your demands to Aro? Are you really willing to kill us? The others will find out sooner or later. All of you will never be safe if you kill us. No matter how many other misfits you find, the Volturi will always have more members."

"We can rationally discuss this. There need not be casualties, Felix." Carlisle's tone was almost pleading. The good doctor despised violence unless it was absolutely necessary. And for his family, he would do anything to keep them safe.

Felix keeps his stare red against gold. "You know what happens to covens that try to defy us. Regardless, if Aro ends up agreeing to your demands, he'll never forgive you."

That was true.

Not having to read your mind to know you were anxious, you feel the tentative brush of Edward's fingers against your hand. You melt, your fingers weaving between his.

Annalisse's hum turns heads as she squeezes her way to an abandoned corner of the room. "Dieufel, this is your tool kit, yes?"

Still monitoring Irina, Dieufel momentarily lifts his head. "Yes, Señora."

"Evita, come here and help me."

Wordlessly, Evita obeys her mother and follows her to the corner.

Demetri positions himself for an attack. "What is she doing?"

You didn't even know what Annalisse had planned up her sleeve. Witches were unpredictable. The older woman was walking around the living room so nonchalant like she owned the place, humming as she came back to her previous position.

"Nadege, mija, can you get me samples from those two?" Annalisse doesn't even look at them, simply waving her hand in their general direction.

Felix and Demetri start to back up, wanting to get as far away from the witch as possible. They could smell the magic pumping in her very veins instead of blood. For a moment, Felix darts his eyes to the window in contemplation. The closest to the window were Rosalie and Esme. But even from where you stood, you could make out several familiar fuzzy shapes in the front yard. Your pack was waiting for the moment to tear them to shreds.

Seeming to understand Annalisse's intent, Nadege morphs into her hawk form, and with talons ready, she dives at Demetri first. Her talons dig in and rip a generous amount of hair from atop his head, causing the Volturi guard to yowl from the sharp pain blazing across his scalp. He lunges for her bird-form, but she's faster and is already on Felix's path. Emmett and Jasper subdue them so they don't interfere with Annalisse's spellwork. Eleazar, Carmen, Kate, and Tanya close in on them, forming a guard to prevent them from slipping out. They have no other allies but each other and are dramatically outnumbered.

All they could do was watch in frozen horror as Nadege dropped their hair into the older witch's hand.

It's tricky to decipher what ingredients she has in the small stone mortar. With your enhanced smelling capabilities, you can at least make out what smelled like an incredibly hot pepper. Nose wrinkly at the intense scent, you even feel Edward recoil slightly. Of the vampires in the room, while many could resist the stench by merely turning their heads away, some lifted their hands to shield their noses. Felix and Demetri nearly leap at Annalisse when she starts to advance toward them with her concoction in hand. Her free hand, being her left, waves over the top. Her lips were moving, but no words were coming out, yet they produced a reaction from her mortar. The contents hiss as a small trickle of smoke rises. That thin, gray line grows longer and longer until it seems to have a life of its own and strikes out at the Volturi members like a snake.

There's a split in its sleek body as two heads, each spitting vaporous venom that lands on them. More durable than the hardiest of diamonds, the skin starts sizzling where the venom spatters. This affected Demetri the most as he tried to shield Felix from the brunt of the attack. Doing little to protect Felix, even the drops that land on him, have a massive effect.

"WITCH!" Felix howls in anguish as a spray of venom finds a place on his face. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Even the Denali members that had been standing behind them recoil in ashen dread. Carmen's hand goes up to her neck, and she has an anxious manner about what she is seeing. Tanya and Kate hover over Irina in a protective stance in case Annalisse's magic spreads to their unconscious sister. The power of witches proved to be truly terrifying. Never before had she seen a Volturi member so vulnerable at the hands of a human. Bella watches with morbid curiosity. She could potentially possess this type of power if she studied her craft hard.

"Ego is your venom," explains Annalisse, her eyes hooded as she regards the screaming vampires as they clutch the burns on their body. "Ego will be the Volturi's downfall. This curse will be a reminder of that. Anytime you desire to harm, the venom will rise to your skin and burn. Imagine what a handful of witches can do with this curse toward your coven."

Through his pain, Demetri seethes, "Are you threatening us?"

"No, it's a promise. You do not want to incur a witch's wrath. Nor would your coven. There are thousands of us out there in the world. Perhaps the next human victim you bring will be a witch and you would never even know until it was too late."

That statement alone sends shivers throughout the living room. Everyone was witness to the power that these outward-appearing mortals could have. Even Evita, who still had much to learn, could wield her magic effortlessly.

The smoke snakes dissipate, leaving Demetri and Felix panting for air they did not require. Their faces were gaunt, not used to experiencing such levels of pain. Scorch marks left on their skin from the curse slowly disappear until no sign remains of the wound incurred by Annalisse.

"We don't want any bloodshed." Carlisle quietly reminds them. "But we will fight back to protect our family. Witches and wolves alike."

There's an ominous howl outside, first a lone echo before the others join in. Piercing, primal, and impossibly loud. Behind Esme and Rosalie, the windowpanes tremble not from the wind but from the force of the sound itself.

Palpable hate radiates from Felix's face, his sharp white teeth baring, wanting nothing more than to sink them into Annalisse. They had only one choice but to concede defeat among so many enemies.

Shame fills his motions as Felix hangs his head. "What are we to say to Aro? You know he won't take this news well."

"Tell him whatever you need to to convince him that no action should be taken against us. Whether that be the truth or something else is up to you. But we'll be ready as a whole if Aro decides to exact his wrath." Eleazar stands by Carlisle. Having lived under the Volturi's roof for several decades, they knew what could happen.

Slowly, Felix's gaze shifts around the room. The coven presented to them was a conglomerate of vampires, wolves, and witches. All bearing down on them with unforgiving eyes. They could potentially prove to be the strongest coven in the world. The Volturi would be in big trouble if other vampire covens followed suit.

As Demetri and Felix leave the Cullen estate, your pack follows them until they're assured that both are out of the state of Washington. Waiting for an hour to make sure that they would not attempt re-entry.

You sat on the porch, gazing into the forest, feeling your pack near as they returned to their territory. The sun was slowly descending behind the tops of the trees, casting an orange hue over the sky.

So much anxiety over the past few months that you now find yourself exhausted as you lean your head against the porch's rails. Everything was finally settling in as the world calmed to a quiet lull, except for Annalisse scolding her daughter for all the stress she put her through. Evita takes the verbal abuse like a champ, quietly apologizing for running away. After all was said and done, Annalisse gathered Evita in her arms for a tight embrace. Ultimately, she missed her daughter terribly and didn't want to lose another daughter. You catch Jacob lingering a few feet away from the mother-daughter duo.

Footsteps behind you, you turn your head slightly and smile up at Edward. He takes up the spot next to you. "Do you think he'll tell her?"

"Probably. It might be his last chance to before they head back to Puerto Rico." You muse, enjoying how close he was to you. It felt natural.

Like that was how the two of you have always been.

"And Leah?"

You unintentionally groan. "That's a different story. I think she's still fighting against the imprinting."

His hand tentatively seeks you out again. You smile to yourself and close the distance. Edward grins. "Speaking of. . . we still have our first date to do."

Butterflies flurry in your tummy at the thought; Edward hears the rapid pickup of your heart and chuckles to himself. "Yes!" You squeeze his hand in your's and swear you could see pink dusting his cheeks.

"We will stay the night but go home in the morning." Annalisse huffs, pivoting on her heels to head back inside the Cullen house but stops midstep to smile softly at the scene before her. A vampire and a werewolf. Who would have thought.

They may look odd together, but their smiles are enough to scream out the sheer happiness that the two are experiencing.

Evita tracks her mom's gaze and smiles. "It's odd, isn't it, mama?" She'd become fast friends with the wolf pack and the Cullens and witnessed firsthand the anguish you went through from imprinting on a vampire.

"In a beautiful way." She agrees. Giving the top of her daughter's head a quick kiss, she excuses herself to hesitantly interrupt the happy couple so that she may reenter the house.

Evita watches as you and Edward make room for Annalisse to walk up the front steps and onto the porch. Both returned to their previous sitting arrangement. So close together that their arms were pressed against each other. You're a dark contrast compared to Edward.

When Evita notices Jacob standing nearby, she smiles. "Oh, hello, Jacob."

He towers over her, massive not just in height but muscle, too. Hard to remember that Jacob was still a teenager, much like herself. "Hey. . . You guys leaving?"

"Not until tomorrow. That curse took a lot of energy out of my mom. She's tired and needs rest." Evita hums. "I think we'll all sleep well tonight. Well, except for the vampires since they don't sleep at all."

"Can't say the same about Sam. He'll probably supervise the wards all night and ensure Felix and Demetri don't come back." Jacob felt like he could sleep for a straight month. But he couldn't go home until he told Evita. Sam gave him the green light to reveal the imprinting to her.

Evita has to crane her neck to look at him. "He's a good leader, your Sam."

Was the imprinting that made Evita look so beautiful in the orange filter of the lowering sun? Her freckles appeared perfectly scattered across the bridge of her nose before they fanned out across her cheeks. Even the scars on her face didn't deter from her loveliness. Jacob simply didn't know. Maybe he'd ask you later.

"I imprinted on you." He hurriedly spits out.

Her smile falls a bit out of confusion. "What was that?"

Gulping, Jacob nervously rubs the back of his neck before meeting her eyes again. "I imprinted on you. The first time I saw you in Sam's driveway. . ."

Dark green eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" Imprinting, as she'd learned, was incredibly important to the shapeshifters. She'd seen Sam and Emily and you and Edward. A sacred connection that tied two beings together.

She takes a step back to assess Jacob fully. Jacob stiffens slightly but awaits her reaction. He can't read her face as Evita keeps her expression neutral in thought.

"So. . . we're soulmates?" asks Evita. Taking a quick look over where Edward is now standing on the steps, holding his hand out to you to help you up. You're practically beaming with a love aura when you take his hand and let him pull you to your feet. Eyes of the deepest green return to Jacob's face.

He nods his head shyly. "I'm sorry. . ."

A short laugh is exhaled from her. "Sorry for what?"

"Imprinting on you. You didn't ask for this. You just came here to help us." Jacob knows he's rambling but can't do anything about the fluid stream that continues to run forth. He just has to make sure Evita doesn't hate his guts.

"Hey, it's okay." Her fingers were warm to the touch when she pressed them against his forearm. "You don't have a choice in it. I. . . feel a little honored, actually. It's supposed to be a good thing, right? When you find your imprintee, it means you've found the best person for you and the pack."

He's staring at her with such awe. "I'm not asking for anything more than to get to know you. We can go from there. If that's okay. I mean- if you're even slightly interested in me."

She's laughing again. "It would be stupid of me to pass up such a cute, sweet guy like you."

Jacob felt like he could fly. "Yeah?" He curses the tremble in his voice, which reveals how relieved he was to hear that.

"That is if you don't mind the long-distance thing."

Smiling, Jacob vociferously nods his head. "I can do that."

Sam's cabin was bursting at the seams, a wild party being held as a celebration of sorts. Many were sitting on the cabin's front porch, chatting without worrying about stray vamps invading Forks. Some, like Leah, were gathered around the firepit in Sam's backyard. The kitchen door that led out to the backyard was wide open so others could easily travel about. Leah makes out the figures of Alice, Esme, and Annalisse in the kitchen. Though she couldn't be seen, Leah could hear Carmen's loud laugh.

Around the fire, Bella is shown a quick-fire trick by Nadege and Evita (whom she notices sitting incredibly close to a goofy-looking Jacob). Colored her impressed, Bella wasn't as useless as Leah first assumed. Dare she even observe that Bella's smile was blindingly bright. The younger wolves crowd around Nadege. Still, love-sick pups swoon over her as she completely ignores them. Rosalie and Kate watch and are thoroughly hooked on Nadege's little show.

Leah could even hear Seth's voice, which was far away. He was laughing- a sound she hadn't heard since their father died. Smiling to herself, Leah returns to sipping her soda and focuses on what Nadege will do next.

That is until Dieufel quietly sits next to her. She tenses up, refusing to acknowledge how her entire being reacted to his mere presence.

He's smoking something that she can't quite decipher but it has her nose twitching at the soothing smell.

Dieufel unlatches his lips from the end of his cigarette and exhales a long stream of smoke that reminds her of Annalisse's cursed snakes. "I don't think we've been properly introduced." He calmly says, catching her entirely off guard. "Dieufel."

Her mouth feels uncomfortably dry. "I know."

"And you're Leah Clearwater." Damn, his charming smirk and damn imprinting. Leah's grip becomes tighter on her soda can. It slowly crunched and folded underneath her grasp. She can't look at him. He'd easily see right through her and know her dirty secret.

Remaining silent, Leah chooses to focus on Seth, who is on the other side of Bella; when had he wandered over? He's smiling and says something to the witch-in-training. Bella smiles over her shoulder at the younger Clearwater sibling.

That only seems to make him smile. "I've heard you're a hard one."

"Excuse me?" She abruptly snaps at him. He doesn't react. Simply amused by her.

"That's alright. I'm a patient man."

Her temper gets the best of her as she shoots to her feet, attracting the attention of others. "Just what the hell are you saying?!"

He stares at the others before they avert their gaze. Wise decision. Many had just witnessed hours ago how Dieufel incapacitated a vampire so easily.

A burn flashes across her cheeks as she storms past the backyard's perimeter and into the woods. Anything to get away from the situation before her. Only the sound of footsteps followed after her as she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What do you want from me?" She hisses, a defensive stance squaring her shoulders and preparing her for a fight. The only fight she was really worried about was the one going on inside of her. Every cell screamed at her to get closer to Dieufel, touch him, and inhale his scent.

Dieufel sighs and stomps out his cigarette. "I know about your imprinting. I've known far before arriving in Forks."

A raging blush consumes the entirety of her face as Leah clenches down on her back molars. "This whole time. . . you knew-" She cuts herself off.

He holds up his hands in a calming manner. "I figured you'd talk to me about it after the situation with the Volturi was dealt with. But it seems you plan to ignore it."

"Exactly. What's the point in talking about it anyway? You'll be going back home anyway."

"I don't have to go home anytime soon." Dieufel counters slyly, taking her by surprise. "I can stay here for a little bit longer. Only if you want me to."

"Why would I want you to stay here?" Part of Leah loathes how curt she was being toward him. It was her only sense of defense from what she was feeling. Dieufel was acting far too casually about the whole thing as if he'd accepted that he was her destined mate. "More importantly, why would you want to stay? You should be running back to wherever you're from!"

Walking up to her, Dieufel puts his hands in his pockets and cocks his head to one side. "I'm not scared of what Fate deems my path."

"Fate." Leah derisively snorts. "So you'll let Fate take away your freedom of choosing your partner? You're okay with that? Being tied to a complete stranger for the rest of your life? You have no idea what imprinting really entails, too. The pain that goes into it."

She could feel the sting of tears gathering on her lower lashes. Leah damns them and everything about being a wolf. Mentally, she's brought back to the day when Sam first became a wolf. How exciting it was. Until her cousin Emily came to Forks, everything went up in flames. Leah had lost everything and continued losing everything.

Now, her being a wolf was causing someone else to lose their freedom of choice.

"When I was little, I lived for being in the sky. Nothing was better than the freedom of taking to the air in my bird form. But I looked forward to sleep most of all as it took me to the most beautiful forest. I was still in bird form in those dreams but didn't want to leave the mossy forest floor. I always looked for a small, gray wolf that weaved through the trees." His voice is tender. "I don't think of this as my freedom being taken away from me, Leah. Nothing can do that if I view it as another adventure. I will push forward with this adventure, but only if you are. I won't stay where I'm not wanted. But I would stay for you. To get to know the woman I've been dreaming of since childhood."

Leah's hands are trembling from his words. She'd turned away from him when she felt the tears' betrayal. "You won't like me when you get to know me. There's nothing likable about me."

"I'd beg to differ. Your brother has nothing but good things to say about you. The younger wolves admire you for being strong despite your size. Even Sam-"

"Don't talk about him." Her tone was losing its original venom as she was emotionally tired out.

"Let me decide whether or not I'll like you once I get to know you." Dieufel insists.

"And if you don't? What if I do get attached to you, and then you decide you don't like the person I am? What then?"

"Do you intend to let this worry stop you from taking a risk?" Dieufel counters. "Will you continue to live in fear of the unknown?"

"I'm not afraid."

Goading her on, Dieufel grins. "Then prove it."

Huffing in indignation, Leah throws up her hands. "Fine then. Stay if you want. I don't care." She walks around Dieufel, ignoring how his smirk makes her heart skip a beat.

He follows her back to Sam's house, the atmosphere lighter around the two as Leah grudgingly tolerates his close presence. "I can tell you're going to be fun."

"Shut up."

"As my mate commands."

"Don't call me that! We're not mates yet."

"Yet?"

". . . God, you're annoying."

You and Edward left Sam's fairly early in the night. Walking hand in hand without a real destination.

Winding up at the shores of La Push's beach, the two of you make a cozy spot on the sand. He'd never been on the rez's beach. Being over 100 years old, Edward was still surprised by how many firsts he was experiencing this late in his life. For once, he was excited about his eternal life. Especially experiencing life with you.

There was still worry about the Volturi's wrath, but with everyone banded together, that fear was lessened to something that would be dealt with in the future. Together.

"If I drive, we can make it to Seattle in an hour. I read about a botanical garden that is highly rated." Edward was buzzing with date ideas.

"Ooh, that sounds perfect! They also have an art museum. I've only been there once, when I was little. I've always wanted to go back." You catch Edward staring at you. "W-What?"

Tentatively, he reaches up to caress the side of your cheek that had the scar given to you by the lechuza. You unashamedly lean into it. You weren't expecting Edward to lean forward and place the softest kiss on your lips.

When you gasp, he immediately pulls away. "I'm sorry. I should've asked. We haven't even been on a first date, and here I am-"

"Edward, it's okay. I think we're past any normal dating rules." You giggle, and emboldened by his kiss, you beckon his face back toward you to return the favor. He melts against you.

Nothing could take away this moment from you.

Finally, the song of your heart that Edward fell in love with was no longer a sad melody but one of uplifting joy. Edward vows that he'll keep your heart singing that tune for the rest of his life.

Thank you everyone for sticking around till the end :) I know I could have continued this, drawn it out longer, but i've been working on this for years. I suck at story endings so very sorry if the ending is anticlimatctic. Also sorry for taking forever with the ending of this.

If i get the itch to come back to this story maybe i'll do like a epilogue chapter of something like that.

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[femfirehazard]

Can you see this sleepy dumb puppy's gock ladder? Go ahead. Look closer. I don't mind ❤️

Woof 🦴

That's censored right? :3

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Also I can post way better stuff on my bluesky so if you wanna see things less censored please feel free to check it out 🖤

[bloggingboutburgers]

heya! I love your comics. They helped me when I was just figuring out my orientation and made me feel like being aroace was valid! :3

I wanted to ask two things:

How long have you been making comics?

How long have you known that you're aroace?

I'm so honored I could help TwT Thank you so much for the kind words!!

I've been making comics... Welp, since I was a kid, posting 'em online since I was 12 (you can imagine that didn't go far), as part of a small online collective since I was... 14 I think?, then semi-professionally (I had 2 comicbooks published by a now-defunct small French-speaking publishing company) since I was 21. The aroace comics, which are possibly the only thing I've done to date that got any kind of attention so to speak, are fairly new though, I started them in 2022, at 29 years old

Since I was 14, so 17 years ago! This is how I figured it out 🙈 I found out I was asexual at first, then had to learn (like most people who don't know about the orientation I suppose) that sexual and romantic orientations are two different things, and that I was also aro. And THEN I found out that both were a spectrum and that I was in fact at the "repulsed" end of both.

[laurrelise]

once again rambling about five and lila because i’m fucking pissed. enjoy

“five and lila were perfect for each other because they had so much in common” yet so many perfect couples have absolutely nothing in common???

they could relate to each other in ways that made them hate each other and that’s why they were SUCH good foil characters, i don’t understand why the romance had to be necessary.

there is absolutely no reason that this romance plotline should’ve been created. it was so ridiculously off-focus from what the plot was (AND should have been) and it literally only made the season so much worse.

do writers understand that not every single character has to fall in love with one another? i mean genuinely?

personally i don’t believe five is aro (though he could be ace) because i can’t help but love five’s love for delores (even if she wasn’t real) but i completely understand five aroace truthers because he truly can be independent romantically as we saw in the show.

i cannot wrap my fucking head around the fact that the writers saw two awesome, dynamic, badass characters with arcs and goals outside of love and attention and decided to turn their personalities inside out and upside down for a dumbass dead-end romance that makes zero sense.

five and lila were the only two people on god’s green earth who could understand each other and hated the other for it. why couldn’t they just be frenemies and call it a day?

god fucking damn it i’m so upset

shoutout to 13 year old 58 year old five hating lila and 29 year old lila despising the fuck out of little five !!! <3

fuck you to the worst, most nonsensical couple of all time and space ❌❌

[volterran-wine]

“These violent delights have violent ends” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Nathalie

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 29

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: She/Her

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Graphic Designer // Professional Dumpster fire

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢: All of them at this point.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: Art, Literature, History, Mythology, Film, Design, Wine

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: entj, virgo sun, libra moon, libra rising, chaotic neutral, 8w7,

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠: @rebelienne

Volterran-Wine got into Twilight many years ago, sparkly vampires now live rent-free in her head 24/7. Is still mildly traumatised from watching Aro tear Carlisle’s head off on the big screen with 100 other teenage girls + her one guy friend who went along to this movie for the heck of it. Will forever curse who ever hated Jamie Campbell Bower in the hair and makeup department, Caius deserved better. Strives to write all these characters with some three dimensional personalities and has elected to embelish the heck out of the Volturi.

Canon is expanded upon and thrown to the wind when she sees fit.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝; The Volturi Mom, The Volturi Wine Aunt, The Vampire Anthropologist, The Ritzy Professor. The Archivist.

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[sexwithsophie]

29/30 - Ace/Aro Exclusion

I only just recently learned that the A in 2SLGBTQIA+ does NOT stand for Ally, but the Asexuality / Aromantic (Ace/Aro) and Agender Spectrum. Not only are these orientations and identities real, valid, and permanent, but there may be Aspec people who don't even know that they are due to lack of information.

That's why I've launched a @Kickstarter to bring my Inclusive Adult S–x Education Courses into the world! Lesson 1: The Sexual Mind will include an in-depth lesson on the beautiful diaspora of s–x, gender, and orientation.

Click here to be notified when my Asexuality podcast episode drops: withsophie.co/podcast

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