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rotten-dog-teeth · 19 hours ago

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I'm aroace, aplatonic and on the afamilial spectrum, but I am still completely and utterly in love.

I'm in love with the moon. Every night I look for her in the sky, and every time I see her I grin sheepishly at her with adoration in my teeth. She's so pretty, my darling lady, and I feel so ridiculously smitten with her.

I'm in love with the German language. I imagine her to be a beautiful, round forest spirit in the dark of the woods, with long, brown, coiled hair, whom if you are quiet and gentle enough, may appear before you before leaving you once again to hide amongst the trees. And when she speaks and I read her words, my heart flutters.

I'm in love with the double bass. In the back of my mind, we dance, elegant together in old, crumbling castles, sweeping through the gold pouring through the stained glass windows. Their dark, soft, comforting notes like an auditory weighted blanket.

I'm in love with old books. I rescue them from neglect and unwant, and I hold them in my frail, damaged arms to my chest and whisper to them that I love them and will care for them, and tend to the love they have been bestowed throughout their lifetime by previous owners, and that I'm sorry for their neglect, but that if they will allow me, I will love them with all I am capable of.

I'm in love with poeticism. She plants her claws in the walls of my chest cavity, and from the gashes burst plumes of flowers, each with their own story and affectionate symbolism that they hold so dearly in their fragile figures, dusting my lungs with tender meanings that I will echo out into the world.

I'm in love with the colour brown. They recieve so much cruelty and dismissal, despite being such a loving colour. They're the colour of the home; of the wooden floorboards and furniture; of warm, hearty, homecooked meals in the winter; of the dirt in the flower pots; of the blankets you cuddle in the cold and the knitted jumpers you cradle yourself in. They're warm, and loving, and affectionate.

I'm in love with so much and so many, and I am so full of love it feels like I'm spilling out of my body. I never want to be in a romantic, sexual or platonic relationship, and I do not want any more family than the small household I have, but in myself I will forever be planting kisses on each and every one of these things and so many more, and bowing my heart for them.

/aff /gen

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starspilli · 3 months ago

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batkid fit doodles

#dc #my art #jason todd #red hood #duke thomas #signal #robin #damian wayne #cassandra cain #batgirl #stephanie brown #spoiler #batman #batfamily #dc fanart #dc comics #This was meant to just be duke then i wanted to do more. So u can just see my effort gradually running out lol #my tablet kind of fucked the colours up badly as well .. 😭

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crabsnpersimmons · 1 month ago

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Your chef Sun is so interesting to me. If he ever has a crush he will deny it, right? Or not acknowledge it at all. Or maybe, I wonder if he'll be confused?

hehehe great question! i think he would be confused but... i think he would realize something about himself, just a little spark of something new and unfamiliar but something that's confused him for a long time now

*this is a memory of the DCA's late Boss, the previous owner of the restaurant they now own

BONUS:

a little context below the cut (cuz this post is long enough already!)

The DCA's late Boss was the previous owner of the restaurant. he was the one who found them after their PizzaPlex fell to ruin, and he brought them in and taught them how to cook. he's sort of a pseudo-father-figure to them.

he was a very passionate guy, he loved cooking and loved his late wife. and that piqued Sun's curiosity—to love someone even after they have passed. so along with teaching the boys how to cook, he also taught Sun about love. of course, Sun struggled to understand, but Boss always believed Sun would some day.