#lol i said i wanted to do this kind of thing but

[valkyrieromanoff]

Hi! How are you? Just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! ❤️❤️

I have kind of a weird request: I’m a psych student, and I’ve been studying disorders for a test, so now it feels like that’s all I can think about lol. I was wondering if you’d ever consider dipping into the DSM world and writing something about sexual dysfunctions?

No worries if it’s not your vibe—totally get it! Sending love either way 💕

🎀 Premature ejaculation 🎀

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a/n: Hello, sweetie!🥰 I absolutely adored your request—it really challenged me (in the best way, lol). I did a quick dive into the diagnostic criteria and tried to keep things light and fun 💕.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Had so much fun with this one ✨. Sending you all the love and kisses 😘❤️

Anakin couldn't quite explain how it had happened. One moment he was sitting in the Jedi Temple's dining hall, swallowing that horrible ration that looked more like sawdust, mentally complaining about how the food looked almost— if not worse— than the ones he had eaten as a child on Tatooine.

Then he found himself at the heart of a feast. Your Jedi robes were beneath your beautiful body as you lay on his bed, the bandages you had used to support your chest laying on the floor, your lovely breasts rising and falling with the movement of your breathing, which was accelerating under his eyes.

A mist of disbelief and yearning hazed Anakin's blue eyes. He couldn't believe how fortunate he was to have you so needy and willing for him.

"Kriffing, you're so beautiful," He gently said as he reached out to touch your nude body. Almost as if he was terrified of contaminating such a masterpiece with his humanity, his fingertips sought your smooth skin with care.

The sweet noises that escaped your lips were a magnanimous reward for the young padawan; his groin went crazy when he touched your tummy and your eyes closed, going all the way down to the curvature of your hips.

Your moist folds welcomed him like tongues of fire, warming his whole body as his fingers found your warm embrace. An erection appeared as his blood seemed to boil and pool in his cock.

Your fingertips brushed his trousers so softly that Anakin vowed he wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the way the force was so filled with you. It was overwhelming; he didn't even have to close his eyes to feel you everywhere, in every way, like the fireplace flames that are constantly there even though their intensity fluctuates.

Squeezing his eyes tight, Anakin tried to concentrate on what he was doing, on how your heat encircled his fingers like a velvet blanket and how your spongy walls held him like fire embers on dry straw, searing everything without mercy or rest.

Not that he wanted to stop; honestly, he had stopped wanting for a long time ago, You were a need; He needed you like the oxygen he breathed, just as plants need the sun to thrive and the oceans need the moon to deliver their tides.

Without you, nothing existed because you were everything. Anakin slid two fingers within you, encouraged by the graceful gasps that poured from your pink lips like divine tunes composed just for him.

He didn't know exactly what he was doing; he had never done anything like this before. Of course, like any teenager with hormones in full swing, especially padawans who are taught from an early age that they should not indulge their carnal desires, he had previously resolved that minor issue in his groin.

Whether it was touching himself in the shower, his hand clutching his cock under the water spray till he felt his release trickle down the drain with the foam, or thrusting his hips against the mattress, grinding his erect cock beneath his Jedi robes.

Anakin had already pictured what it would be like to touch you, to feel your body writhing above him or under him; it didn't matter as long as it was with you; the rest was a mere detail, irrelevant.

Reality, however, was far superior to his most vivid dreams; the way your pussy welcomed his fingers and squeezed them like quicksand caused his eyes to roll with the rush of ecstasy.He could cum right there; Anakin slid with such ease that he let out a low sigh as he twisted his fingers in and out of your moist folds.

As his orgasm struck him like an avalanche, he felt his legs sway, his hips stutter, a flashing white blurring his eyesight, and colorful stars flashing in his head. His brain was a heated, disorganized mass, and it took him a few seconds to process what had happened.

He had cum before he had done anything, without even taking off his clothing, and it was the damp sensation in his pants that jolted him back to reality. Just the sensation of you on his fingertips carried him to paradise, and since he had nothing to cling to, he let himself be pulled along."

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to..." Anakin's blush rose on his neck and spread over his cheeks as he apologized profoundly.He felt so ashamed that he was unable to look you in the eyes. You smiled gently, your eyes holding a compassionate, kind light that made him release the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"It's okay, Ani," you assured him softly, your hand cupping his cheek affectionately, the heat of his embarrassment warming your skin. "We can try again if you want."

Anakin was still ashamed; it was an extremely awkward situation, embarrassing. imagine cumming before even having sex properly, in front of the girl he still liked. Kriffing.

Yet, he seemed to feel less insecure and doubtful than before; the warmth in your eyes and the assurance your grin transmitted were plenty.

"I'll be better next time," Anakin assured, his voice low but laced with dedication, confident that he would give you pleasure and transport you to paradise as effortlessly as you had pushed him.

"I know you will," you assured affably,a loving smile spreading over your pink lips. Anakin thought he could get lost as often as you did, and you would always find him.

[dominiquelucalover]

Thinking about an incident happening where 20 David responds to a high risk call on a house in a quiet little neighborhood, only to find age gap, content creator reader having a peaceful day. She has no idea what's going on as they bust in with guns raised and shouting at her. She's just relaxing and they come in and handcuff her, making her cry because they've scared her so bad.

As Hondo and his team look around, they figure out they've been duped. This beautiful young lady isn't some criminal holding someone hostage and making threats like the 911 caller had said. They still have to check the house over, but as soon as that's cleared up, she's let go but the team feels bad.

As Hondo apologizes on the behalf of his team and the LAPD, Luca sits with her and tries to help her calm down. Despite his broad build, he's a total sweetheart and assuring her that nothing is gonna happen to her. He does have to ask why someone would wanna do this to her. They talk through any exes who were unhappy with the end of their relationship or someone connected to her job.

The rest of his team get to work on figuring out why this happened as well, and Luca stays with her the whole time because he feels bad and wants to make up for scaring her so bad. He tries to help take her mind off of it after a while by asking her about what kind of content she makes and it gives her some peace of mind as she explains it to him. And then they talk about other things and he gets her to smile, which he can't help but looks beautiful. It's a great contrast to the tears she was shedding beforehand.

@passionwillow. I don't know what happens next lol

[ak-fantasies]

My baby

Seonghwa Imagine 

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Slice of life

Summary: You should’ve been my baby 

(a/n: this is another one I had in my writing dungeon..3 years.... soooo enjoy lol

You wanted to say nothing else as you watched him walk with her. Holding her hands and smiling. Maybe you should’ve said something, perhaps you should’ve done something to let him know.

“Yah!” A voice brings your attention to them. You looked the owner of the voice. 

“San…” You smiled and he pouts. You could tell San knew, he saw where you were looking. 

“Don’t think too much about it.” San said and you let out a soft laugh. 

“I don’t know what you mean..”  You said and San sighed.

“You want to get some food?” San asked, changing the subject. You happily nodded and followed San. San casually opened up a conversation with you about the wonders of whatever class you two had going on. You only laughed at his frustrations as you knew he was struggling a bit. 

“You’re so mean, you know that?” San said and you fake gasped.

“ME?! I could never be mean, how could you say that?!” You sarcastically replied, in a overly sarcastic hurt tone. San playfully and softly pushed you, causing you to laugh. You both decided to walk to the nearby university village for lunch since your classes were later in the day. 

“I’m craving boba…” San pouts, looking at the boba place. You nodded and followed San there. When entering you noticed someone in the corner.

“San.. San …” You whispered, pulling him down a bit. He leans down and you start pointing.

“What?” He said, looking at the direction to where he pointed. 

“It’s Wooyoung.. Go go, its your chance!” You whispered, trying to push him.

“No.. no.. what if he’s here waiting for someone..” He retorted and you furrowed your brows at him.

“You wanna end up like me?” You said and he sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t win.

“Yeah, what if I do? What if I just date you instead?” San said, trying to sound confident and you just laughed.

“San, listen you and I both know you aren’t into me, beside if you don’t I’ll do it for you.” You said causing San to sigh. 

“Fine..” He said, about to go when you stopped him.

“Wait, what do you want? I’ll order for you..” You said, giving him a smile. He smiled back and told you his order before making his way to Wooyoung. 

You watched from your spot, you could see that San was nervous but you silently rooted for him from behind. When you reached the register, San and Wooyoung were in a very happy conversation making you feel proud of your best friend. You walked over and placed San’s order and introduced yourself to Wooyoung before excusing yourself from the table. You left the shop and walked to the convenience store. You grabbed a couple of snacks and drinks before checking out and leaving to see San and Wooyoung parting ways. You happily walked back to San.

“So??” You asked and San’s face lit up.

“I have a date tomorrow!” San happily tells you and you jump excited for him.

“AHH! Yes! See, I told you.” You said and San smiled, giving you a pat on the head. You smiled looking at San, but as you looked up, you could see him. Your face falters for a moment and San picked up on it. He turned around to see that you saw Seonghwa and his girlfriend. You quickly dragged San away, walked back towards the campus. 

“You know… He’s not that special anyways..” San said, trying to make you feel better. You gave him soft smile, slowly sipping on your milk tea. You sighed as you knew that things didn’t happen the way you wanted to, but it showed you that he was never interested. The answer to your silent question. He wouldn’t be with you anyways. That was the answer to your question. 

“At least you have date tomorrow..” You said, trying to clear the mood. 

“You’re gonna help me right?” San looks at you, pleading with his eyes.

“Ofcourse ! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t help?” You said, almost offended to have him say that. 

You and San continued to walk when you heard someone say your name.

You turned around to see Seonghwa and his girlfriend pulling up in a car. 

“There yall are..” Seonghwa’s girlfriend said. You looked at her, confused. 

“We saw you two at the village but when we turned around again, you were gone.” Seonghwa said, pulling over.

“Ah, sorry we didn’t notice.” San said, apologizing, while you simply stayed quiet. 

“Let me give yall a ride?” Seonghwa asked and San smiled.

“It’s good, we gonna enjoy our walk. You two have a good time though.” San replied and encouraged you onwards. You couldn’t look at Seonghwa, you knew that it would hurt even more. You held onto San’s arm as you both walked away. You held your chest, a sharp pain coursing through. You bit the inside of your lips, trying to focus on going passed it. Seonghwa frowned watching you and San walked off.

“I told you they wouldn’t want to.. You just had to insist.” His girlfriend huffed.

“They’re my friends, of course I would insist.” Seonghwa said, driving past them. 

The next day Seonghwa went to class, seeing you sitting there by yourself. He sat next to you, as he always does.

“Hey (y/n)..” He grinned and you gave him a smile. He waited for a response but, nothing came. It confused him, why didn’t you say anything back? Before he was able to say anything, someone sat on your other side, catching your attention. 

“(Y/n) !”

“San! How was your date?” You asked as soon as you looked at San. Seonghwa watched as your face held a smile. 

“It was really good. We’re having another date next week.” San said, excitedly. You smiled, doing your best to also ignore Seonghwa. 

When class was over, you and San walked out together, talking about the wonders of his date ignoring Seonghwa the entire time. Seonghwa was confused because you’ve never ignored him like this before. 

Weeks and months flew by, with you only seeing Seonghwa on the occasion during those classes that you had together. You would do your best to avoid Seonghwa, because you knew if you ever see him, your heart would break again. 

When you avoided Seonghwa, something felt off to him. When he couldn’t see you often, he thought he did something wrong. Every time he tried to talk to you, you were somehow able to escape or San would interrupt. Seonghwa watched you from his seat, happily smiling with San and some other guy. Somehow he was a bit bother more with the unknown guy sitting with you but he didn’t do anything. Seonghwa looks at his girlfriend and watches her eat. He figured he just felt left out since he got a girlfriend, the three of you (San, you and him) haven’t been hanging out as much. 

“Seonghwa?” Seonghwa heard, snapping him from staring at his girlfriend.

“Yes?” He replied and she giggles. 

“Are you okay? You’re like staring at me..” She said feeling a bit shy.

“It’s because I can’t believe I got you in my life.” Seonghwa said, making her smile widely. He gave her a smile as she continues to eat. He watches her again when something caught his eyes. Behind her was you smiling and another guy. Seonghwa watched him hand you his phone. He could tell that the guy was into you. That made him uncomfortable, he felt uneasy. 

While you smiled, you were happy to meet this friend of Wooyoung.

“So you said your name is..?” You trailed off letting the cute boy you just met say his name.

“Yunho.” He said. You chuckled at his energy, he was cute. 

“Nice to meet you Yunho. You want to sit?” You asked, picking up your bag off the chair next to you. 

“I would but I have class right now. I’ll text you though.” He gave you a wink and say his goodbyes to his friend and San before leaving. You looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung smiled smugly.

“I told you, he’s cute and he’s super nice.” Wooyoung said and I playfully slap him on the arm softly. Ever since Wooyoung and San started dating, Wooyoung been trying to set you up with dates with some of his friends. 

“He is really cute and he seems super sweet.” You said, shyly and San grinned.

“I’m telling you, when you know Yunho, you’ll forget all about the other guy.” San said, making you wonder. You looked to see Seonghwa looking at you. You quickly looked away and continued your conversation with the two lovebirds. You still felt hurt whenever you saw Seonghwa, but you knew you should just move on. 

You attended a party near the end of the school year , at the request of Wooyoung. Mostly because it was his party and he, being one of the most extrovert person you know, had a few friends coming. San forced you to dress up in black dress that hugged your curves and had a exposing back and mid waist. You felt a little insecure but you sighed as you knew wooyoung would be mad at you if you didn’t dress up. 

When you arrived, you could see Seonghwa sitting on the couch, when you enter the room, you could tell he was staring. You walked over to see Yunho near him. When you reached Yunho, he pulled you into a hug.

“Wow.. You look beautiful..” Yunho said, making you blush. Seonghwa over heard this, making him feel a bit angry. Its been a while since him and his girlfriend broke up. In the end, whenever he saw you be with someone else, he didn’t like it. But now all he can do is watch you get comfortable with Yunho. 

‘You should’ve been my baby’ Seonghwa thought, watching you give Yunho that smile he wish to see everyday. 

Yunho had cracked a joke, making you laugh, you felt happy. Even though seonghwa was there, you managed to distract yourself with Yunho, who hasn’t let you out of his arms since you’ve arrived. 

“Yah, Yunho! Share (y/n).. I want to hug them too!” Wooyoung pouts as Yunho reluctantly lets you go. 

“But the others might hit on them..” Yunho pouts as you gave Wooyoung a hug. All of Yunho’s friends rolled their eyes as they knew no one would go for you mostly because they knew how much Yunho really really likes you. 

“Yunho…” Wooyoung glared, and he whines. You chuckled at Yunho’s cute personality, how you two had just started talking and he was really to claim you as his. You had almost forgotten about Seonghwa during the times with Yunho, but occasionally you’ll hear the gossips. You heard that Seonghwa had broken up with his girlfriend. You had almost stopped  talking to seonghwa, but he’s been trying to reach out to you more often. You turned to see San with Seonghwa. You raised and eyebrow and walked over to say hi to San. 

“San?” You said, as San jumps almost as if he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. 

“Ah, (y/n)… ahah” San nervously answered. You looked at him and then at Seonghwa.

“Hi….” Seonghwa said and you gave him a smile. 

“Hi..” You said, before anything else happened, Yunho came by and lead you to a spot on the couch next to San. 

Yunho’s hands rested around your waist, almost protectively saying that you’re his. Seonghwa watches Yunho the entire time you all were making conversation. He didn’t like that Yunho was next to you like that, holding you, when it should be him. He excused himself, feeling himself get more and more frustrated as he sat there and listened to you laugh at Yunho’s jokes and talking to San. Seonghwa poured himself a cup of the jungle juice. He knew it was prepared by Wooyoung so therefore it would most likely get him drunk, and honestly that’s what he wanted. 

“You know, you should just take a chance and talk to (y/n)..” Seonghwa turned to see a mutual friend of his and yunho.

“Hongjoong… what do you mean?” Seonghwa ask and Hongjoong sighed.

“You’re incredibly stupid… It’s obvious that (y/n) liked you for years now and they still do… So quit this stupid shit and just talk to them.” Hongjoong said, taking a sip of his juice. 

“Hongjoong, I don’t think-“

“Seonghwa, I’m trying to be your friend right now. Yunho likes (y/n) too… Are you going to let him take (y/n) or are you going to at least try to see where it could go? Will you regret letting (y/n) go?” Hongjoong said, leaving the kitchen. Seonghwa stared at the cup in his hand. He took a sip, really taking in what Hongjoong said. Lost in his deep thought, Seonghwa never noticed you enter the kitchen. 

You noticed Seonghwa getting up and when it took him a bit to come back, your mind wonder if he was okay. You really enjoyed being in Yunho’s embrace but there was a small part of you that wanted to know if Seonghwa was okay. After a while, you had excused yourself to grab something to drink ( an excuse to go and see Seonghwa). 

“I guess your drink looks very interesting then huh?” You said, knocking Seonghwa back into reality. Seonghwa didn’t know what so say, because there you were. 

“Haha no… I was just thinking.” Seonghwa said, embarrassed. You smiled at him. 

“I know, im just teasing.” You said and Seonghwa blushed, as if he could be any more red. 

“So Yunho huh..” Seonghwa said, and you shrugged.

“Yeah, he’s really sweet.” You said, looking at Yunho smile on the couch.  You really think Yunho was sweet and you would potentially like to see where it goes, but you knew you wanted some closure with Seonghwa at least before then. 

“Would it then be too late for me?” Seonghwa said, causing you to pause. You felt those words replay multiple times in your head. 

“W-wh-what?” You said, looking at Seonghwa. Seonghwa took a breath, gaining a bit more confidence.

“I said, would it be too late for me? If I told you right now how I feel seeing you talking with Yunho, if I told you that I hate seeing Yunho hold you, I hate seeing you giving some other guy that isn’t me your beautiful smile. I hate that I can’t wake up next to you. I hate that I can’t hear your voice everyday. I hate that I only realized that I liked you, loved you after I lost you. I hate that I have to see you move on with some other guy. But I hate that I’m being hypocritical because I had someone else and yet I’m being selfish right now and I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” Seonghwa said, tears threatening to fall out. He didn’t know why but he just wanted to say it… Seonghwa took a deep breath, before looking at you staring at him in disbelief.

“Seonghwa, I-..” 

“Yah!  Seonghwa, (y/n)… We’re taking shots, come on!” Wooyoung interrupted you two and dragged you both out of the kitchen. 

“Wait, I didn’t get my drink ye-“ You said as Wooyoung dragged the two of you out together. You looked at Yunho who was watching you and Seonghwa. You didn’t know if Yunho would be suspicious of you and Seonghwa but you definitely knew San was very suspicious of the two of you. Wooyoung hand you two a shot as Yunho came and stood next to you. Yunho gave you a smile that made you feel a bit guilty. You knew that you two weren’t officially together so you shouldn’t feel this way but after Seonghwa’s confession you felt conflicted. 

After taking a shot, you noticed Seonghwa continuously getting more and more shots throughout the night. You frowned as you see Seonghwa pouring himself another shot with Wooyoung, who both were now very very VERY drunk. Yunho’s best friend Mingi was getting very drunk with them and at some point Yunho decided to take Mingi home. You frowned as you had to say goodbye to Yunho as he left. You gave him a hug.

“Why do you have to go..?” You whined causing him to chuckled at you. 

“I’ll text you okay sweetheart?” Yunho said, making you blush. He gave you a kiss on your cheeks, making you turned bright red. You froze, Yunho gave you a kiss on your cheek. When Yunho and Mingi left, you thought about what happened. Suddenly you were very sober. 

San was next to Wooyoung, holding him up as Seonghwa was holding another shot in his hand. You frown as you walked over and took the cup from Seonghwa.

“H-hey…” Seonghwa said, barely able to say anything.

“I think you’ve had enough Seonghwa..” You said, as he pouted at you.

“No, I’m having fun..” Seonghwa said, slurring all of his words. You sighed.

“San, take Wooyoung to bed and watch him please.. I’ll take care of Seonghwa…” You said, clearing everyone who hasn’t left yet out of Wooyoung’s place. Luckily there wasn’t many people left as most of them had already left earlier in the night with their DD. You sighed, knowing that anyone else that could take Seonghwa home, had already left. You were sure Wooyoung expected people to stay the night, so you took a hold of Seonghwa and try to lead him to a spare bedroom.

“Come on, lets get you to a bed..” You said as you got into the bed room. You managed to get him to sit on the bed and when you were about to go, he grabbed your hand. 

“Do you still like me?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Why?” You asked, remembering his confession earlier in the night.

“Because I like you.. I like you a lot (y/n)..” Seonghwa said, as he started crying. He pulled you into his embrace, as you tried to pull away. 

“Seonghwa, you’re drunk right now..”

“I just want to know, do you still like me?” Seonghwa asked, trying to keep it together.

“I don’t know…” You answered causing Seonghwa to release his hold on you. When you felt him loosen up, you quickly pulled away. But he pulled you back and flipped you to where your back was on the bed. He wanted to kiss you. 

“Can I … kiss you?” He asked, making you blushed. You really didn’t know what to say, but at that moment you said fuck it and pull him into a kiss. It was almost as you had imagined. His soft warm lips, the taste of alcohol was still there but you felt like you’ve melted into Seonghwa’s lip. When you two pulled away, Seonghwa had a smile to him. 

You blushed, seeing Seonghwa’s smile. He fell on top of you and nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Seonghwa….” You say, slightly whispering.

“I miss you…” Seonghwa mumbles upon your skin. You sighed and softly laughed at his clinginess. Your heart was pounding, one part of you is happy to know that Seonghwa likes you, but another part of you is feeling guilty for Yunho. You’ve come to actually enjoy having Yunho around. Yunho helped you through the couple of months getting over your crush on Seonghwa, but you knew that you’ve always had feelings for Seonghwa. Somehow the current boy, who is now knocked out on your chest as you played with his hair, still gave you butterflies and cause your heart to skip a beat every time he looked at you. 

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

the needle gathering dust

hi! this is my gift for @swiftiefirefighters as part of the @buddietommydaily gift exchange :)! I had fun with this silly idea - and it kind of got away from me. Sorry to drag it on, but there will be a second (hopefully not a third) chapter in a few days lol. Tommy wanted to keep running into his loves instead of moving the plot forward, so here we are lol.

I hope you enjoy!

(title from Blues for Almost Forgotten Music by Roxane Beth Johnson)

~

“Agent 21! It’s been too long.”

Tommy sighed. Not again.

Sure enough, when he turned around, there stood Agent 115 and Agent 105. Matching suits, matching “hidden” guns, and matching cocky grins. Tommy was waiting for the day Agent 105 came in with scar matching Agent 115’s. Agent 115, who had spoken, had a key in his hand – that must’ve been how they got into the room. Tommy had double checked that the door was locked, but it didn’t matter when your opponents had keys.

“15, 05,” he responded dryly. “It’s been two weeks.”

Agent 115 looked deeply offended.

“He can’t even say the first digit,” he said mournfully. “Our poor ‘1’s.”

Agent 105 nodded, then added: “And two weeks is a long time for us.”

Tommy sighed again. They were almost always on the same missions as him, somehow. Half the time it didn’t even seem like something the A.A.H. would be interested in, given that they mainly focused on information over technology. Yet here they were.

“Listen, I’m just trying to do my job,” Tommy said, not able to stop the exasperation from bleeding into his voice. “All I need is the crystal.”

Agent 115 grimaced and Agent 105 sucked in a breath.

“Unfortunately,” said the former. “That’s what we’re here for, too.” 

Agent 105 nodded.

“We could always team up to get it,” continued Agent 115, a hopeful smile on his face.

Tommy blinked.

“There’s one crystal.”

“He’s got a point,” Agent 105 said quietly. Tommy started edging towards the other door as they whispered a few things to each other. They were like an old married couple – half the time, Tommy wondered if they were one. But hey – if it distracted them, it was all the better for him. Just a few more feet. . .

A shot sounded, and a metallic bang. Tommy dropped to the ground automatically, but no other shots came. He looked back at the door, only to see the handle blown off to who knows where. He growled in frustration as he turned his gaze back to the agents.

“Sorry, 21,” Agent 105 said, and he almost sounded regretful. “We can’t let you do that.”

“Seriously?” groused Tommy. These guys couldn’t mind their own business. He rolled to the side and hopped to his feet before tossing a charge at the door, then drew his own gun while waiting for the door. It never paid to be overly trusting with the A.A.H., especially with Agents 115 and 105. They always managed to cause trouble. Within seconds, both of their guns were out as well.

“It seems we’re at an impasse,” Agent 115 joked with a smile. That’s what they thought.

The door blew. A few small pieces of metal went flying, but luckily his aim was true – most of the door was still intact. The other agents stumbled away from the direction of the smoking door, but Tommy jumped towards it, kicking what was left of it in.

“T-” whichever one of them was speaking cut off with a small cough. “Agent 21, wait!”

He considered tossing a teasing reply back at them, but he didn’t have time. He had to get to that crystal before they got their wits about them (and apparently, their lungs – it really wasn’t that much smoke).

Still, a small smirk graced his face.

-

“Agents, what can I do for you?” Tommy asked dryly.

The two men startled just slightly, before whipping around to face him. Smiles lit up their faces – yugh, they were unbearable.

“Agent!” Agent 105 greeted. “We’re just browsing. How are you this fine afternoon?”

“It’s 9 P.M.”

“And?” asked Agent 115.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “I’d be better if you weren’t trying to steal my score, again.”

“There’s no way we didn’t get our assignment first,” Agent 115 argued. “Tw-” Agent 105 elbowed him in the side.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you that,” the former finished. Tommy fought back a smile. If he had to have nemeses, at least they were kind of idiots (and just a little funny, but you’d never catch him admitting that). It certainly helped make up for the annoyance they caused while trying to do his job.

“Step away from the computers,” he said, serious now. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

That wasn’t entirely true; he did want to punch them sometimes, and– well, oddly enough, that was about it. Nothing else. The thought made something deep inside his brain squirm, which was decidedly not comfortable, so he brushed it aside. He couldn’t be distracted while in the field, even just for a split second. He refocused on the agents in front of him. 

And they—they had a look, something between wan and heartbroken. Tommy frowned just slightly.

“We know,” Agent 105 said softly.

What?

But then smiles slid back onto their faces, eyes shuttered, and the moment was gone. That was also decidedly uncomfortable.

“How kind of you,” Agent 115 said cheerily.

“But, we’re just about done here,” Agent 105 completed. “So–”

Tommy drew his gun and shot one of the laptops they had set up. Both A.A.H. Agents jumped and ducked away from the shrapnel.

“Seriously?” complained Agent 115.

“Couldn’t let you get away with everything,” Tommy replied, gun trained on them.

Before anyone else could speak, the other agents’ watches started blinking. They both glanced down (now, now, he could take them out right now), then looked back up at him. There was something in Agent 115’s eyes as Agent 105 started collecting their other equipment.

“Well, looks like our visit’s going to have to be cut short,” 115 said with a fake frown. The smile quickly took over his face again as Agent 105 tapped him on the shoulder, equipment packed up.

Agent 115 nodded to 105, then to Tommy. He grabbed a rope that was laying on the floor, leading to– the window. Of course. The other end was attached to the sill. With a mock salute, he jumped out the window.

“It’s been a pleasure,” Agent 105 said, before following his partner.

Tommy lowered his gun and sighed. That uncomfortable moment was still sitting in his shoulders, tension he hadn’t yet shaken. But he could still get at least some information from this mission. He holstered his gun and started plugging his own devices into the computers, trying to roll out his shoulders as he did.

But somewhere deep in his chest, past the harsh feeling, some part of him couldn’t help but feel comforted.

-

“I just keep running into them on missions,” complained Tommy. “It’s like we have a rivalry that I don’t know about!”

Lucy laughed. “Do you know how many people would kill for a nemesis, let alone two?”

Tommy rolled his eyes and picked at his salad. It was dumb.

Lucy closed the cupboard and turned back to him as she set her plate on the counter. She started dishing herself lasagna as she spoke.

“And look at you. Here you are, complaining about them. They’ve been your rivals for a while now.”

And they. They had—

“Okay, sure,” Tommy acknowledged. “But it still feels like they’re way more invested in it than I am.”

Lucy shrugged, rolling the foil back over the pan.

“I think A.A.H. agents are just extra like that,” she said as she put the lasagna back in the oven.

“Maybe,” he said noncommittally.

“What does A.A.H. even stand for?” asked Melton, entering the kitchen. There was a coffee cup in his hand and a tired look on his face – which made sense, given that Tommy was pretty sure he’d just gotten off of a 24 hour stakeout.

“It doesn’t stand for anything,” Lucy answered, sounding exasperated. Tommy hid a smile. Melton had definitely asked this before (though again: 24 hour stakeout). “It’s a designation number.”

“Ohh, right,” Melton said. A look of understanding lit up his face, and then something more sheepish. “I’ve asked that like, four times, haven’t I?”

“Six,” Tommy cut in as he stabbed a few pieces of lettuce. He ducked the coffee packet that went soaring at him with a laugh.

“In my defense, I’m always the one on stakeouts,” Melton said with mock-offense. Probably.

“Not our fault the boss hates you,” Lucy joked, taking a seat at the edge of the island.

“Hey, I like stakeouts! At least I’m not diffusing bombs all the time. It’s like they want you to blow up,” shot back the other man.

Tommy just watched as the other two bickered, smiling into his salad.

-

Tommy swung his gun to 115.

“There’s no need for us to be stupid about this,” the other man said.

“I’m not the one who said ‘Hey, wouldn’t it be a good idea to call the police?!’” Tommy practically shouted.

“Okay, well– ah, yes. But,” 115 stuttered.

Tommy switched his aim back to 105, and he could see both of their guns shift slightly.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” 115 finished exasperatedly.

“But you did do it.”

“You’re on his side?”

Tommy let them argue for a moment as he tried to figure out a way out of this. They couldn’t have more than 5 minutes before the police got here, and they couldn’t stand here in a stalemate forever. It would take at least 2 of those to even get out of the building, let alone find the ID he was looking for. He growled in frustration.

“You triggered the alarm,” he interrupted, gun swinging back to 115. They stopped arguing to retrain their weapons on him and he rolled his eyes.

“Only because he pushed me,” 115 said. Tommy went back to 105, and they followed him.

“To keep you from hitting your head on the fire extinguisher!” 105 shot back. Tommy switched again. They followed.

“How are any of us supposed to do this now?” Tommy said, and turned his gun back on 105. 115 and 105 turned their guns towards each other.

Tommy blinked.

“Wait,” 115 said.

Tommy started laughing, the stress combining with the absurdity of the situation.

“Okay, okay, stop!” 105 shouted. “We’re not getting anywhere like this. Can we all just put our guns away?”

Still laughing, Tommy clipped his gun back into its holster. He paused, surprised. Not only was he laughing, he actually put his gun down. Just because 105 said so. Hm. He didn’t like that.

Tommy cleared his throat and composed his face again. The other two sighed as they holstered their own weapons.

“Now,” 105 continued. “We have–” he moved to check his watch, but 115 interrupted with “Four”.

“--Four minutes before the police get here,” finished 105.

“Not enough time to get the folder,” 115 added.

“So you’re proposing we. . .” Tommy trailed off. Wait. What? He was sent to get the ID of an employee in this building.

“The folder?” he asked.

Both agents turned to him, confused looks on their faces. “Yeah?” 115 said. It took another second for them to both freeze.

“You’re here for something else?” 105 asked. His face was pale, his eyes were wide.

Tommy shouldn’t have said anything. He could’ve let them believe he was here for whatever the folder was and they wouldn’t suspect anything with the ID. But, it did tell him that they had no idea he was looking for something else. Which meant that the A.A.H. was farther off than they had thought.

“It doesn’t matter. We need to get out of here,” he said brusquely. “No one’s getting what they want.”

115 and 105 were still looking at him as he made sure all of his equipment was secure. There was something in their eyes again.

“What?” Tommy asked gruffly.

There was a moment of silence where they were just staring at each other. The alarm had stopped ringing shortly after 115 triggered it, and without their voices there was nothing but the hum of the air conditioning. No one moved.

Distantly, sirens faded in. Tommy shook himself out of the staring contest, and Agent 105 spoke.

“Nothing,” he said, just softer than a normal speaking volume.

Tommy didn’t have time to figure that out. He turned, offering an annoyed half wave to the other agents, and started running back the way he came. Luckily, they’d gotten in different ways. Their paths collided in that room, but otherwise, they didn’t cross. He could just get out of here. And, luckily, two more lefts and he was.

He skidded around the second to last corner, ready to– camera. It took a few more steps to come to a stop, but by the time he had, his gun was out. Crack. Luckily, his silencer was on, so it was more of a slap than a full volume gun shot. The camera flopped, attached to its body by a straining handful of wires. Tommy didn’t even bother putting his gun away before he started running again. It took him a few tries while running and not looking at it, but he managed to get it clipped back into place as he made the last turn.

Right before his hand was on the fire escape door, another alarm started blaring. It sounded different from the one 115 had triggered (which still had blinking red lights going off along the top of the wall every few yards). Uh oh. Tommy swore he could hear footsteps and yelling, but he was so far from the main entrance it probably wasn’t possible. Ignoring it, he pushed open the fire escape (he’d cut the alarm wires on his way in) and burst out into the sunlight.

-

Lucy kicked the burnt. . . something lightly. Tommy thought it looked like a computer, but he honestly wasn’t sure.

The place was crawling with B.A.G. agents. Floodlights were being set up, items were being bagged, burnt and crushed items were being studied. It was a flurry of activity, but Tommy could still see what happened here.

“This was definitely them,” he said. Lucy looked up from the wreckage in front of her.

“Who?” she asked with a small frown.

“Agent 115 and 105,” Tommy answered, crossing his arms. He nodded towards the pile of burnt items. “I’ve seen them do that.”

Lucy blinked at him. What?

Eventually, she said: “Okay, Mr. Nemesis. I don’t even know how they would’ve done this, though.”

“They have an explosive that reacts to the coolant inside computers,” Tommy supplied immediately.

How did he know that?

Lucy stared at him again.

“How do you know that?” she asked incredulously.

The question of the hour. Had they mentioned it? Had he seen plans for it, even on a mission they weren’t on? He– Tommy had no idea.

He swallowed. “I heard them mention it.”

Lucy snorted as she looked back down at the (presumably electronic) remains.

“Your nemeses have big mouths,” she said.

Yeah, sure. He was pretty sure he was the one with the big mouth.

“They were gloating,” Tommy answered numbly.

“I guess. Still kind of dumb,” the other agent said. She shrugged. “But, it doesn’t matter. It’ll all get tested and we’ll figure it out. We’re B.A.G.”

Maybe it would be better if they didn’t. Then it wouldn’t prove Tommy right.

Tommy nodded, but couldn’t get his vocal cords to work.

Lucy walked away towards a group of lab techs, and Tommy just stared after her.

-

“Can you pass me the blue?”

Tommy smiled. He always used blue, in any craft.

“Here,” he said, just a hint of teasing in his voice. There was a small laugh from behind him, and Evan rolled his eyes.

“You two need to stop ganging up on me,” he said with mock annoyance.

Tommy has to physically restrain himself from making an innuendo as he turns back to his own work. Evan does take the blue, though.

“Never will,” Eddie responds. “You’re stuck with us.”

“Yep,” Tommy confirms, glancing back at Evan. The love in the other man’s eyes nearly takes his breath away. Even through the joking, and even after this long, it still leaves him speechless.

“Good,” Evan says after a moment, a smile on his face.

Tommy woke up to darkness and a beating heart. 

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, like the time he fell out of a second story window. There was a memory, of stark clarity and yet impossible to describe. A dream. Of a—a house, or a kitchen, or maybe just a weird realm of light. And something in his hands. A mix between a paintbrush and a pen, and maybe sandpaper. There was a person to his left, that he couldn’t see, and a person to his right, that was—Lucy, maybe. Or Derrick from accounting, or an A.A.H. agent he met once, or a mix of all three. And his chest was on fire but his hands were freezing. It didn’t make any sense.

But now his chest was tight. His shoulders too. There was sweat on his back, and his legs, and it was too warm and that must’ve been a nightmare, because he now felt terrified. There was a pinprick ache in his temples, like he was grinding his teeth.

And nothing made sense.

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.

[deoidesign]

Happy pride from Adam and Steve, my t4t gay vampire and werewolf!!!

They're from my webcomic. It's good. I'm not biased. It's funny and gentle and they time travel to a new location every full moon, where there's a new little mystery to solve!

[s1lv3rp4w3dc4t]

shout out object shows with canon queer ships. I'm talking on screen kiss or even just verbal confirmation. all things considered it's a bit strange you don't really see them that much when you think about how gay everyone here is. I love you ii but c2bc did what you didn't and I think that's actually really nice.

[clown-friend-gt]

My g/t hot take that no one asked for:

Anything above 30 feet is not a mini giant. Sure, in comparison to other giants in fiction, that's not that big, but think about encountering, say, a 40 ft giant in real life. That is huge. You are the size of, like, a barbie doll to them. That is not mini.

Also, in my opinion, the fun part about minigiants is the unique size dynamic. They can fit in your house, but will still be too big for it to feel normal. They can't carry you in one hand, but they can carry you around like a stuffed animal. Encountering one isn't as inherently dangerous as encountering a regular giant would be, but they still have the potential to be scary if they aren't careful (or if they're trying to be). The dynamic is a little different with minigiants, and a lot of that nuance begins to fade above 30 feet.

Again, this is just my opinion, but it comes from my experience of writing different size dynamics. I think a lot of people tend to classify minigiants based on how big they are in comparison to other giants, when we should be looking at how big they are in comparison to a human, which is where all the fun dynamics come in to play.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[statementlou]

Tbh i am not surprised that a person who openly talked about having drinking problems since 1d days, because of how crazy 1d worked has been agressive. What surprises me is people being surprised (they never seriously saw drunk person?). But i am also confused about this whole book. Apparently Maya said that that book is not fully bout Liam but compilation about her exes and some of the worst parts are not about him. But recently she said that the book is “ofc about him” so what is true then? Or did she meant it that ofc some parts are about him or that whole book is about him?

Sorry, just confused

I also am not surprised- we've learned so much more about the real stories of things and about the guys' actual lives over the last years, and the story that has unfolded around Liam has been totally consistent throughout if you've been following it, and so the information Maya is telling us is shocking and upsetting but not difficult to believe. I got an anon yesterday saying they were worried about getting similar revelations about the other boys, like "if Liam could be doing this we just don't know, any of them could", and while in a way that's always true I guess, anyone could be doing anything in private like... that doesn't really concern me. Because none of these Liam revelations are coming out of nowhere, there have been many MANY steps along the way leading us here if you've been watching, and he has talked openly about both his mental health struggles and his addiction issues. So to answer that anon... to find out something similar about Louis would in contrast contradict everything we know about him and no I'm not worried about it. Is he probably very irritating, absolutely, but an abuser or a loose cannon, well that news would shock me. But anyway as for the book I don't find it strange that she was nervous when it came out and treading lightly and later decided, fuck it. In the absolutely on point tiktok she dropped today (YES👏GIRL👏FUCKING TELL THEM👏) she even mentions attempts to keep her from publishing the book, presumably by Liam's team, that I am riveted by and cannot WAIT to hear more details about actually- like I said I don't find it at all strange that she was nervous and downplayed it a bit then. But if she says now that it's just about Liam, well, I would say it's been clear from the beginning that the book is their story. Maya herself brought up the parallel of songs being written about stuff and I think it's the same thing; it's true (she was in an abusive relationship that involved certain kinds of events) but maybe not 100% literal (I'm sure details were changed to make the story work, it's not like a word for word timeline of their interactions or whatever).

[timetravelstudies]

This got long and annoying so its under a cut now

The way in the fight w the museum director insul gets the same big injuries he has given trianon (so far), aand particularly the ones that T thinks back on often as specific sources of fear/humiliation/control (pepper sprayed in the eyes; kicked in the balls; choked with smth small and thin ((wire / car window)))….. im too tired to formulate a proper Thought abt this but the fact this all happens right in front of tjat one painting of dante & virgil in hell + insul and the director are in the exact same pose right as insul is about to die* is obviously so meant to evoke the idea of contrappasso….. at this stage trianon isnt “””strong””” enough (doesnt understand Insul enough and most importantly doesnt fully inhabit himself and his own strengths) to be able to pay back Insul’s violence (as he does later, though not in such a literal way anymore) so tje director will do for now🥰 bc they both need to descend into hell they both need to be subject to physical and psychological violence in order to strip down layers……. so its cool how the director serves that purpose for this phase 1 both in story for insul himself (who eats shit in this fight) and also as a sort of alert for the reader like make no mistake they are BOTH gonna get put thru the ringer. even the top has to wade through cocytus! or smth

[lucabyte]

i am looking at nohats au 👀 please share more

So! NoHats! I'm going to grab you and use this to ramble. A Lot.

The NoHats AU is @samhainian's it's just that I'm the strange little freak who takes the words said unto me and executes on them. But I can still do a little explainer on what our overall thoughts and vibes are. (And, that we are in fact propping up a little box with some cheese under it here. 🪤 Please (PLEASE) feel free to pick up what we're putting down.)

We're far from the only ones exploring a "what if siffrin fucking died" AU, though the main difference with NoHats is the placement of the death in the timeline. Instead of being 'Mal Du Pays Wins' or 'Act 6 encounter goes horribly wrong', the death is… Just after the (literal) falling action.

(This placement is because Sam is a comic book fan who thus has become used to characters being ripped away at the cruelest times by shitty writers. THANK FUCKING GOD adrienne is not that and isat is delightful yippieee, but, back on topic.)

Giving the party the full understanding of What Happened that you get by putting the death after black hole siffrin, but before the A6 encounter leaves an interesting gap to be filled. See, making Siffrin's death very much not Loop's fault means that… this once again reads (when not read as simply a tragedy...) as the universe doing what it sees fit to fulfull Loop's wish… Thus making Siffrin's death Loop's fault again, but only in their eyes. And only in a way they could express if they were honest about who they were…

And this is where having had excuse to waffle about my general Postcanon Loop thoughts the other day comes in handy, because Sam and I have that as our canon-compliant reading to begin with, NoHats plays off of a lot of the same readings of Loop's character. Namely: Uh Oh Somebody's Lying By Fucking Omission Again. (BECAUSE TO BE FAIR THIS TIME… HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU HANDLE THAT?)

Now, neither Sam nor I are fanfic writers, so this has been a little bit trapped in our heads and DMs (and my unfinished art but,)

But our thoughts on how NoHats like… Goes.

Siffrin's death is peaceful, but that does not mean the aftermath of it is. I can't imagine the party takes it well, especially after understanding the circumstances of the Loops. (And, of note, in A5 where nobody had the discussion on what to do with each other's bodies should something happen…) But I'd imagine it traumabonds them somewhat (understatement of the century) and now knowing how the rest of the party feels, they resolve to travel together for the forseeable future.

The party track down Loop to deliver the terrible news, since they were clearly Siffrin's friend too, and invite Loop along to travel at least long enough to (let them grieve) get the burial over with. Loop, here, can be helpful in knowing what Siffrin would've wanted where the party would be at a loss. Loop, I think, takes a bit of a lead on the funerary aspects of it all, because, um. (Performing rites on your own body, huh?)

Then, as things are after a death, life just… Kind of has to continue on as normal. The party travel, pick up Nille, and get to know Loop as this mysterious new person. Maybe in this situation they might stay in Bambouche for a while to give Bonnie more stability since. They are probably taking it the worst. It would've come out of absolutely nowhere for everyone in the party obviously but god, for a kid? For A Kid?

It should be stated NoHats is not intended to be grimdark, just y'know. An exploration of grief. This is also why it's got a bit of a lopsided focus on Bonnie vs the rest of the party because hhrrhghghhghghhhghhghhh <- incoherent

Now, a crossroads.

How does the party discover Loop to be Siffrin? How long does it take. How much have the party embraced them as part of the family (especially with something as intense to bond over as this)?

There's the Odile option. Have her put it together and have to bring it up somehow. This could also be done by Isabeau, perhaps. He's smart. (which. God. If anything's the real Isabeau Torment Nexus it's this)

Then there's the other option batted around by Sam and I. The: The Universe Dislikes Duplicates option.

The items in the house that fzzt away when inspected. The Universe doesn't like there to be two of something, at least not when they're acknowledged. But one of something is just fine…?

Which is to say. I'm not a personal proponent of 'Loop getting their body back'. EXCEPT …… except this one time.

There's only one Siffrin now, so they don't need to be obfuscated to exist.

Consider, if you will. Loop swallowing their guilt for long enough to be comfortable. Falling back into old habits. Without another Siffrin around to compete for the niche of, they actually begin to act like Siffrin again. Not intentionally, it's just… The party is as welcoming as they've always been. And the party swears they keep catching glimpses of a face under all the light.

Then, one day, while still not fully human again, the resemblence becomes undeniable. Loop having not even noticed until everyone looks at them like they've seen a ghost.

Has it been months? How long have they kept up this lie? Is it even a lie, to them? They're Loop. But they were, once, Siffrin.

Even after explaining it, does that make it better or worse?

Bonnie cuts through the betrayed, struck-nerve reactions with a sobering "I missed you."

… Anyway !

Yeah so that's the vibe for NoHats. As for LoopLoops? That's more nebulous. I think it can go anywhere really in the NoHats timeline. I err personally toward the "Loop continuously replays the last 10 minutes before Siffrin's death almost immediately after they find out and have to parkour their ass up the House in the most distressing situation possible to try and get them to hold on, just please hold on." (Remember! Siffrin can remember the contents of Loop's loop backs in the A6 fight!)

But there is the possibility that this happens months, or worse years down the road. One last Loop back. Throw it all away for the chance to just get that one thing you didn't know you even wanted but now know you NEED.

Misc:

Okay miscellaneous time.

This is where I admit that I have a bunch of unfinished NoHats art that I haven't gotten around to yet because I feel like a right tool being so obviously Loop-Centric with my fancontent (I AM . . I REALISE I AM NOT DOING MUCH TO BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS.) So like if people want to see that please say because euaghghghhfh <- the nervous.

this is like the most fucked up place to do isaloop fr. anyway.

one of Sam's mid-game observations that I'm just going to share for no particular reason is that Bonnie's hair shares a bunch of shapes with Siffrin's. The flick up at the top, the 3 pronged shape of the fringe… just something to think about.

Without 2 Siffrins around to compare each other to it'd likely be a lot harder to notice Loop's similarities. Doesn't mean that those similarities don't sting more in this context though.

If you do NoHats without LoopLoops. The concept of this all fading into memory years down the line while they just have slightly-glowy but otherwise regular Siffrin hanging out is fucked up to think about. Just like real grief. Augh

6. a peek into the original dms as a treat from us

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[creatively-cosmic]

fuck with me

fuck with meeee

im trying to do different sprite styles and sizing down full drawings to make a base is so fucking dumb looking. christ. also ace not looking like they havent slept in days feels illegal.

on another topic god seeing other pokepasta blogs interact with each other lately has been so fun. i really wanna do that sometime soon... it certainly wouldnt be canon but i havent gotten to see stuff like that circling around since my time in the daily pokemon community! though maybe its just cus of the blogs that i follow that im seeing it now hajnsljkns

[contagious-watermelon]

it's kind of like insanely isolating that literally every aspec or "ace & aro" space I've found has been in actuality, solely for aces. perhaps arospec aces or aroaces who entirely prioritize their asexuality could also find company there, but even as an aromantic person who is also asexual, they're really not intended for me. so I can only imagine how isolating it must be if you're aromantic and allosexual