#and i'm very sure many of your partners ( and our mutuals ) would agree!!

[clemencetaught]

and we'll find some version of okay, one day ( ft. myungdae & hyuk || verse two )

a/n: did someone say hyurick? today is alex ( @jeoseungsaja )'s birthday SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDO :DDDD thank you so much for the all the wonderful stories, muses, smiles, and laughs u've given me ( and all ur friends and ppl on dash ) over the years; i hope this trip around the sun will be a happy one for you!! care you lots <3 &lt;3 <3

Being in a relationship with Hyuk is surprisingly easy.

No, easy, isn’t the right word. ‘Easy’ implies a lack of effort to make what is between them now. ‘Easy’ implies what they have is intuitive when it is anything but. Hindsight is 20/20- it becomes more apparent to Myungdae that perhaps the last five years didn’t have to be as painful.

( He could have told Hyuk what was happening from the beginning. He could have revealed himself to Hyuk when he arrived in Seoul. He could have taken a moment and realized that perhaps keeping this undertaking to himself was only going to cause more grief for all parties involved. Maybe then, Hyuk wouldn’t have gotten fatally stabbed. Maybe Hyuk wouldn’t dissociate, wouldn’t be considered invalid in the eyes of the public, having ‘lost the plot’. The should-haves and could-haves echo in Myungdae’s ears like his ghosts and if Myungdae thinks too hard about it, they’ll start piling the guilt one on top of another, like the stack of essays he still hasn’t graded. And when that happens, the stacks will climb higher and higher like Icarus until it inevitably burns and falls- )

So being in a relationship with Hyuk is not easy.

But it is simple.

Their relationship reminds Myungdae of a heist, except not as nearly meticulously calculated. But the principle is ultimately the same- watch your back and watch your partner’s back. If your partner needs help, even if you can’t do anything, be there for them. Or in Myungdae’s case, in the aftermath.  Wounds are like cats- easy to see, harder to catch in the moment.

Of course, simply being there is a plan too vague for the Black Knight’s standards. It’s a concept with one too many external factors and one too many uncertainties to consider.

And yet somehow, their relationship works.. Actually, it might be even more painless than any heist. Sure, the obstacles come unexpectedly, but the solutions don’t require nearly as much finesse. As a matter of fact, the most effective solutions to their obstacles are much…simpler. Less thinking, more doing in the moment.

For example, Myungdae needs to bolt? Well he can do it, but Hyuk’s going to have to follow him or at the very least find his hiding spot once the smoke bomb has cleared up. Hyuk needs space after an episode of derealization? Catch Myungdae lingering just around the corner, waiting to be let in. Myungdae doesn’t mind the wait either.

He’s always been good at abiding for time- most times.

There’s still more to figure out about each other though. It’s not like they can go back five years. And no single conversation is going to give Myungdae everything he needs to know about his dear…friend? Partner?

( Myungdae decides he’s not going to think about that right now- he’s also not going to say anything about it to anyone. Nell and Alfred already have their suspicions, and god forbid if Quinn and Taiyang found out. Myungdae already wants to stab the latter two whenever they cross paths. And he doesn’t need one more tempting reason. Not that he thinks Hyuk would mind too much- okay, maybe Hyuk would. A quirk of being part of law enforcement, but no one’s perfect. )

Besides, Hyuk reveals himself in layers- like a book, one page at a time. It’s an incorrect metaphor, the open book one, Myungdae can’t help but think. An open book implies all the facts and details laid out, plain and easy to interpret. That’s no book. Or at least not a novel- to read a novel and understand it in its entirety takes more than one read-thru. It takes turning one page at a time, studying every scene and word to comprehend how it contributes to the whole, making careful annotations in the margins, and recalling the most vivid of phrases and moments to truly know a book.

And isn’t that what Myungdae and Hyuk have been doing all this time?

Granted, once more, that isn’t to say it’s been easy. Old habits are, well, the cliché could not be more accurate- old habits die hard. Like how Hyuk still zones out for hours on end without saying a word to anyone and how he’s given up on art in favor of reading and rereading files with yellowed papers on cases that have lost relevance years ago. Or how Myungdae refuses to show skin in front of anyone and how he barely reads and  reads only for necessity.

Or how they both still have nightmares. 

Sharpened teeth need to sink in somewhere. If not someone else, then themselves. Maybe those habits will never die. Maybe even if they have each other, they’ll never be okay, never be whole once more.

Nevertheless-

“Your hair’s getting long,” Myungdae murmurs, hand carding through Hyuk’s hair. It’s a Sunday at an hour too early to be awake and of course, they’re in Hyuk’s office. Myungdae didn’t sleep well the previous night and he suspects it’s the same for Hyuk, from the way he couldn’t stop moving. Or the way Myungdae heard him gasp in the middle of the night, only to curl a little tighter against him on the sofa bed.

( Of the new couch- the old one, that two seater with deflated green cushions and scratchy fabric that must have been repurposed from a potato sack, Hyuk had replaced not too long ago. Myungdae won’t admit that he likes the new one- a three seater with chenille fabric that can fold out into a bed- more now that he’s had time to get accustomed. )

Hyuk grumbles, head in Myungdae’s lap. “It already is.” His arm loosely draped around Myungdae’s waist, Hyuk peeks up at him. Myungdae can see the lines under sleep deprived eyes.  “Do you like actually being a pigeon? It’s too early, Dae-yah.” A warm hand finds purchase on Myungdae’s hip as Hyuk groans, groggy. “Lie down.” 

Next to me, Myungdae can hear from the breeze blowing in. The lilies of the valley on the window sill jingle, tinkling and singing.

“You should get it trimmed.” Myungdae says instead, fingers tangling themselves between the strands of hair. They’re smooth. Fresh-smelling too like his shampoo. “It’ll get in your way.”

Hyuk flips to his back and looks up at Myungdae. “Don’t need to.”

“It falls over your eyes when you’re reading.” An observation, on Myungdae’s part. Hyuk grumbles.

“Doesn’t matter.” Which is translation for ‘I’m fine’. But Myungdae knows this is Hyuk’s way of saying, ‘I don’t want to.’

‘I can’t.’ 

Myungdae tilts his head, thinking as his fingers knead down to the scalp. What would make Hyuk steer away from hairdressers? How does this connect to the full picture of his dear friend now?

There are still so many things he has to learn about Lee Hyuk.

“...What If I did it?”

Hyuk raises a brow and suddenly, the window where the lilies of the valley sit looks very tempting to jump through.  It would take him, say, eleven seconds to through the window if he doesn’t grab his jacket with the smoke bombs along the way. 

“Do you even know how to cut hair?” Hyuk asks. It’s not a ‘yes’ but it’s not a ‘no’ either. 

It’s a silly overreaction, Myungdae realizes he just had. Myungdae could ask Hyuk a question and Hyuk would give him the truth. This is the way it’s always been- they don’t, or rather they can’t lie to each other. Sooner or later, the truth comes out and that’s a lesson Myungdae has been learning the hard way. 

They probably need to have a conversation about that sooner or later.

But once again, it is a Sunday at an hour way too early to be awake. This time, they can take the detour. Hyuk might think there’s no time like the present these days, but Myungdae is more than content to take the roundabout way.

“If I can use a sword, a pair of scissors can’t be any worse.” Myungdae says. It’s a half-lie. Hyuk still looks at him skeptically. “I’ll cut straight- you won’t lose more than a few inches.”

Hyuk huffs, a loose strand still landing in front of his eyes. Myungdae tucks it behind his ear. “...I’ll think about it. But on one condition-” Myungdae yelps. Rolling off of his lap, Hyuk half-coaxes, half-wrestles him into the spot next to him. Alarm rolls in, only to recede once Hyuk’s hand presses against his back and Myungdae is once more face-to-face with his dear friend.

“We rest for longer.” Hyuk finally finishes, triumphant.

“We’ll have to get up soon.” Myungdae points out. “Nell is no good in the kitchen. Hiro’s going to complain.”

Hyuk huffs. “They can wait a few hours. Who gets up at six on a Sunday morning, huh? Huh?”

Myungdae snorts, a hand carding through Hyuk’s hair, his fingertips padding against his scalp. Hyuk leans into it and sighs in approval. “Okay. Just a few more hours then. We can get up later.” 

Yes, between the two of them, they still have a lot of problems and no actual solutions: ANACHRON is still at large, Hyuk’s caseload never dies down, and the Black Knight still has heists to execute. 

Hyuk still zones out and Myungdae still doesn’t relax for any occasion. But at the same time, Hyuk doodles more now and his derealization episodes come around less often. And Myungdae sometimes wears short-sleeved shirts and will even pick up a short story to read for leisure.

It’s not quite perfect, but it’s progress.

The lilies of the valley tinkle in the sunlight. Myungdae presses closer to Hyuk- maybe they’ll never go back to the way they were before, maybe they’ll never have something easy, but if they have each other, they can be something like okay, one day.

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fin.

#turn your lies into truths for you ( hyuk — verse two. ) #the knight ( verse two. ) #jeoseungsaja #ALEX!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!!! #pls accept this little something from me <3 <3 <3 #i'm so so SO grateful to be able to call you my friend and to be considered ur friend #and i'm very sure many of your partners ( and our mutuals ) would agree!! #absolutely a joy to see whether ic or ooc; WRITE WITH ALEX OR FACE MY 🔪🔪🔪 #( i borrowed it from myungdae he said 'talk to my b(f)f or i'll 🔪🔪🔪 you' JFLKSDJFLSKDJF JKJK ) #of course this is hyurick themed - this year i gave myungdae the chance to talk #and he?? ran with it <3 #i put this in the future when they get together/are reunited #so i hope it's okay that i jumped a bit in the timeline <3 #of course nothing here has to be considered canon....i was also just thiinking about the haircut thingy we talked about once #AND THIS?? happened :'D #ANYWAYS MOST IMPORTANTLY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX MY DEAR FRIEND <3 <3 <3 #i hope 2day is a wonderful day 4 you and that you get to relax a lot with friends and family/doing the things you want to do <3 #and if not i will curbstomp the fates 😤😤😤 #OKAY HAVE A WONDERFUL BESTEST BIRTHDAY OKAY??? :DDD

[princescribbler]

YOUR DYNAMIC IS YOUR DYNAMIC: IT DOESN'T NEED TO FIT ANYONE ELSE"S IDEAS!

(Pre-emptive content warning: discussions of depression, fetishism, ABDL, D/s, fairly extreme Ageplay and regression dynamics, and broader power exchange dynamics)

It's often hard to explain to people what my kink dynamic looks like with my fiance/ partner/ mommy-domme @giggle-byte. Am I her little? Yes. 24/7 diapers? Absolutely. Do I wear a chastity cage most days, and follow detailed routines and rules? ABSOLUTELY! So do I feel like she's the only one in charge, I'm this completely regressed and controlled 'slave', and we're 24/7 D/s? Absolutely not, and I'll try to explain why a bit further below. But also... kind of yes? But not in the way people seem to think!

See, I've been into forced regression, unpotty training, pretty intense ABDL and MD/lb things for as long as I can recall. Heck, most of my dating history I was the daddy domme like 70% of the time or more, instead of like 10-15% in my current dynamic. So finding a full-time mommy-domme and lifelong kink partner would, in theory, result in extreme lifestyle changes. Sure, some happened...but nothing i didn't ask for, beg for, PLEAD for over years of my life. Nothing was done i didn't consent to, agree with, and even generally DESIRED to have! The point i'm trying to make is this: I expected a specific 'version' of what it meant to have a mommy-domme, and especially a 24/7 dynamic, and i was just...wrong! See, my dynamic is based on MY needs, not the ones my penis thinks of when it's hard, and not the ones i read about online. my needs are mine, and they don't necessarily MATCH the expectation online! So why bother getting my partner to give me detailed rules, give me structure, etc? because it WORKS FOR US, and IS WHAT I WANT! Why do I have a bedtime? Because i struggled with tiredness at work in the morning and thrive on routine. The chastity? Well, i had panic attacks around sex, and momma suggested at first it would take my mind off the idea of having to 'perform'. Soon, i liked the whole idea, the control, the teasing, the build up...but i also didn't like actually feeling denied, and frankly when we first started, i had a pretty low sex-drive....so weirdly, my amazing fiance @giggle-byte actually helped me 'regain' some of that sex drive, enjoy and embrace...via CHASTITY! And now, it's actually her who is the amazing, controlled, thoguhtful one who handles that for me. I can ask to lock, unlock, etc...but the truth is she knows what i can and can't cope with and gives it to me without me needing to ask! But it's NOT about denial...she unlocks me every day, with few exceptions. It's not about control: I have the key, a backup key, a third backup, even in play where i 'lock the key away' in a timer lock i genuinely can't get into...it's never off my keyring as a spare. The idea is the DYNAMIC is there...but the daily rules are more open, flexible, and based on our mutual desires and needs!

Every time we reassess our dynamic we run into this over and over. Too many online stories, too many fantasies, and not enough realistic reality or even modern and flexible dynamics crept into our expectations...and suddenly, we realized that we aren't doing a 24/7 ABDL and MD/lb (and switch DD/lg dynamic, though she's slightly more private about her little side) relationship the way anyone was expecting...but it was WORKING for us very well, DESPITE that?!

The point I'm trying to make is this; Your dynamic, relationship, and needs are YOURS and won't look like a cookie-cutter idea. For some people into MD/lb, they want chastity, denial, cock and ball torture, humiliation, degradation, and the like. For some, it's purely non-sexual, cute, and loving. For us...it's sometimes very flexible, but generally it's more focused on cuteness, structure, routine, and supporting us both in our mutually shared kinky desires!

To wrap this rant up: Let's go through a few quick examples of what the EXPECTATION of a dynamic like ours usually is, and then compare it to what MY relationship looks like. Expectation/archetype against the reality!

Chastity Expectation: to be locked, denied, teased, humiliated, left wanting and desperate or degraded or even cuckolded! My Dynamic/Chastity Reality: momma uses it like a sex toy, it's not required, it's a thing i only wear for a few hours most days, but i CAN feel the desire for more...and one wore it the better part of a month, without prior experience with that, and loved it!

Diapers 24/7 Expectation: Public humiliation against my will to forcibly infantilize, regress, and humiliate or control me! My Dynamic/Diaper Reality: It's my fucking kink, i CLEARLY enjoy it and momma helped me stop feeling ashamed and worried. in fact, it's not a profound comfort and sort of security-blanket.

Switch Relationship Expectation: To constantly swap roles, or to only stay in one role at a time, or to at the very least struggle with who is 'big' and who is 'little' at any given time. My Switch Reality: It's fluid, happens without a ton of effort (admittedly this took time to establish), i can be 'baby prince papi' while she's still my 'princess'...even if it's 'momma princess'. Our roles don't match the traditional expectations.

24/7 ABDL and MD/lb Expectation: A lifestyle of complete submission, regression, denial, control, humiliation, and sexual frustration in order to become more and more needy and desperate...Eventually usually implied to end in either permanent regression, cuckolding, etc. My 24/7 ABDL and MD/lb Reality: Basically just the fun parts of that, without sexual frustration, plus my sex drive went from 'once a week' to '3-5x a day' and has made me happier, healthier, more confident, cute, and self-accepting. Oh and i get all my kinky desires met, fulfill the love of my life's kinky fantasies, al while getting MORE sexy fun, MORE relaxation, and IMPROVED mental as well as physical well-being. You know...NOT what i was told I'd receive!

So fuck the idiots who demand you follow their idea of kink. Well, don't actually fuck them, they don't deserve it, but i mean....ignore and disregard them! You don't have to have a dynamic that fits any traditional guidelines, rules, etc. If you want to have a unique dynamic, CELEBRATE your uniqueness and finding someone who shares it with you! And for god's sake, don't expect each other to fulfil a role neither of you signed up for, ok? It's OK to have a fantasy and yet find the reality unpleasant, preferring to live in a gentler, nicer lifestyle. Give yourself permission to be unique, creative, and DEFINE your needs rather thna having them defined for you! I promise: it pays off in spades!

As always, stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!

-Scribbler

#ab/dl babyboy #ab/dl lifestyle #ab/dl kink #giggle-byte #24/7 diapers #cg/l relationship #mdlb relationship #giggle byte #md/lb #mdlb dynamic

[mybworlds]

Chapter 2

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Javier Peña and his partner can't stand each other, but to take down an old enemy they are forced to work together and pretend to be a complacent married couple.

Series warnings: language , violence, alcohol use, slow burn, angst, mutual pining, smut (18+ MDNI), creampie, oral sex (m and f), fingering, masturbation (m and f), trauma and SA referencing.

Masterlist

Before to start… so here we are… I am very excited and nervous to write about this story 'cause I really care 'bout it. 🙏 I'm not an expert on these spy agencies, so if I got something wrong, don't get angry or offended. 😬 And maybe some aspects of Peña's character may change, if it's necessary. I don’t know how many chapters the story will have. If you want to follow my new fanfiction, I appreciate it 🙏 If you didn't like this story, it's okay, be kind and move on 🙂 Taglist: @love-affair-with-fandoms; @pedr0swh0r3; @angel98624 if you want to be added let me know. Thanks @saradika for the divider.

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner.

You're aware that this is an undercover mission, you're aware that your back is protected in a way, you're absolutely disheartened at the idea of putting on this act with him of all people. You pull your suitcase into the airport as if you're going to war and that suitcase weighs tons. As you stand there you think that probably if your partner had been anyone else it wouldn't have weighed you down. Sure, the other partner would have kept you at arm's length as being too intimidated by your presence, but it certainly would not have been Javier Peña. He, in fact, can't stand you, but while he can't stand you he doesn't keep you at a distance or avoid you, no he seeks verbal confrontation, he teases you whether it's with words or that look in his eye.

"List of do's and don'ts." you start to say, but he yawns crossing his legs and settling better in the airplane seat "Are you listening?" you call him back annoyed.

"Yes, honey." he replies without looking at you.

"Don't call me honey." you retort annoyed.

"All right, sugar." he replies in a slurred tone.

"Don't call me -- let's do this don't call me," you retort, "Peña, will you look at me?"

"Diego," he reminds you as he turns to face you, "but in privacy if you want, you can call me Peña." he says smiling at you, you snort and look away.

Diáz has reserved two seats for you across from each other in economy class and therefore you are forced to look him in the face when necessary. Fortunately, you can speak freely since there is hardly anyone on the plane and the few passengers are seated some distance from you.

"Speaking of things to do and things not to do," he says, but you raise your hand and take back the paper on which you were jotting down what is allowed and what is not allowed to do.

"First, never touch me, then-" you are about to continue, but again he interrupts you.

"We're a newly married couple, it's impossible not to touch each other!" he exclaims incredulously.

"And what do you know about married couples?" you ask him equally incredulously.

"If we were a couple about to separate, then you would be right, but Blanca," he says, sounding out the letters of your name under cover, "you and I are newly married, so…"

"Diego and Blanca are, not you and me Peña," you remind him in a low voice.

He rolls his eyes, then leans toward you "The point is we have to be believable, if you act like this all the time we'll end up with a hole in our foreheads before we could even try to approach him." he reminds you.

You sigh.

"All right, nicknames though no and hands where they belong," you remind him, "I'm not one of your list."

"I wouldn't dream of it." he replies, settling back against the seat.

You look out the porthole for a while, then turn to him and find him watching you "What?"

"We have to agree on how we met. I can't say that I met you at work and you, on the other hand, were out with friends."

"Never been out with friends," you retort.

"You've always been a lonely bitch." he retorts with a half sigh.

You snort, "Who would you like to tell about us?" you ask him.

"Is there even an us?" he asks you with a half-smile painted on his face "How quickly things change."

"Don't kid yourself." you reply feeling suddenly embarrassed "Just to be clear, when we're there don't go around screwing around with whoever happens to be there or our cover is blown right away." he looks at you "I'm just saying that to stay alive."

"Sure." he replies with that little smile you would very happily wipe off his face.

Your journey goes on like this until it's almost dark and you have arrived at your destination, among the many stories that one whispered to the other about how, where and when you would meet, you propose that you met in the middle of a mugging, for quite a while you argued about which of the two had been mugged and which had been rescued by the other, then finally you completely twisted the story by saying that you met on vacation and that at first you didn't like each other at all, then slowly things changed between you until you became very important to each other and then got married.

It's a bit cheesy, but it's the most believable one and the least complicated for both of you to remember, on the other hand there is also some truth in your story: you can't stand each other.

You see almost nothing of the resort you are both so tired, you just check - in to take possession of your room - which of course is unique, you are a married couple! - and you go, before you even get into your room, to dinner. You don't eat much, Peña mostly drinks, you hardly say anything to each other. You just cast brief glances at each other and then go back to looking at your plate and he at his glass. When you leave, Peña would like to go straight to the room, you would like to take a walk. "If you want to go, I'll join you later," you tell him. "I'm not leaving my-" he is about to say, but then stops realizing you would not appreciate the next word and with a sigh resumes "I'll go with you, it's a new place we don't know anything. Where do you want to go?" he asks putting an arm on your shoulder. You jerk as if you have caught the current, "What are you doing? Didn't we say…?"

"Relax!" he exclaims "Remember we're married." he whispers in your ear, you retreat slightly at that contact with his face, "Put your arm around my waist so you're more believable." he adds as you pull away from the restaurant and head toward the beach. "Now don't push it too hard!" you exclaim as you turn to face him and look him straight in the eye "You certainly fit the role very well." you add surprised. "It's not because we can't stand each other that we have to joder las cosas." he says holding you imperceptibly tighter to him. "Claro." you reply. "I like the accent you have when you speak Spanish." he says, you lift your gaze to his, he is not looking at you, but you see him smile faintly. "This is the first time you've said something nice to me in, what, two years?" you say, trying to remember the last kind word he said to you, ah yes maybe when he was hitting on you, but last time he also called you frigid after calling you beautiful. "Yes, well-- maybe in these two years you haven't done anything worthy of a compliment," he replies. The tone is hard to understand, you don't know if it is a reproach or a regret of some kind. You have arrived on the beach, it's cold at this hour, the wind is crisp, and you instinctively clutch your shoulders, while Peña clutches you this time more resolutely to himself, the sea a dark board lit faintly by spotlights not far from the beach, the ambiance is quiet.

You slip off your heels and place your bare feet in contact with the cold sand and find yourself smiling and shivering at the same time, the last time you did this you were fifteen years old and you were serene, happy, nothing seemed to be able to touch you at the time. When you look up, you discover Peña staring at you indecipherably, he doesn't comment on your smile, he doesn't say anything, he just looks at you, then you continue walking like this next to each other with his arm on your shoulders. You feel eerily serene, dare you say even protected with him beside you. You've never thought of him in those terms, you've always found him to be a big blowhard, but in that moment…. "Do you like the sea?" he suddenly asks you. "As a child I loved to swim, when my parents took me to the beach I remember I was there very little. On the beach, I mean. I used to spend the whole day in the water, diving, swimming, with my little brother we pretended to be explorers…" you leave the sentence hanging, losing yourself in the laughter of those days, in the smiles between you and your brother, with your parents, in the joy of those moments.

"Why did you move from North Carolina?" you look at him puzzled, you never told him where you're from originally "Okay, um, two years ago when you first arrived I sifted through your file." you stare at him with a raised eyebrow "I was curious." he admits. "Curious? You wanted to find a weakness to get me into bed, tell the truth." you press him, returning to look in front of you. "Yes." he admits making you turn back to him "What? I'm honest, I even let you know," he resumes, feeling your eyes on him. You shake your head, "You are unbelievable. You'll never change." "Never." he urges, "I'm fine with that." he adds. "You know, at first I thought you were just a narcissist," you say "then I realized you're also an asshole." he smiles "Look that's not a compliment." you quickly clarify finding yourself smiling at his reaction. Who knows maybe he is used to being called an asshole.

"I'm an asshole, but with a heart," he says looking toward the dark mass just beyond you "maybe we should go back now, we have to get up early tomorrow," he adds. You nod, "Okay, maybe use that heart once in a while, asshole." you exchange a glance "Maybe there is something that can still be saved." you add, leaving the sentence unsaid, he doesn't comment nor you add anything else, you just walk heading toward your room.

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[serenscarlett-moved]

Can I have 5 headcanons/ideas for Marr/Aris/Jadus AU?

Indulging myself in an Once Upon An AU to continue my fill of swtor creativity outside of mainverse, so why not!

the concept of the AU was "what if Jadus did not turn themselves into a villain and secretly gained unlikely alliances to oppose against the Emperor."

A/N for those who don't know: both Marr and Jadus are non-human trans women.

SFW:

Jadus and Marr had history in the past (much like mainverse), their relationship had been estranged since the ascension but the two still communicated for the sake of keeping the Empire together and put the Dark Council in line. The spark between them somewhat died at first but was rekindled years later when Arisaira came along into their lives since she accepted the role as Jadus' Hand.

Being high ranking Siths (and Dark Councillors) they would get fiercely protective over Arisaira. They know she can handle herself but that never stopped them from grown wary of other power-hungry Siths around her so they resort to teach her self-defence against Force-Users.

It took some alot of convincing from Jadus to encourage Marr to unmask to Arisaira after they get into relationsip. Jadus insisted with "I've seen you without your mask many times, Marr, I'm sure our Arisaira will find you attractive as I am." "That's not reassuring, Jadus." "Or alternatively, the mask stays on in bed? I'm sure we'll arrange that." cue Marr gave a deadpan stare at the rather amused Jadus.

When they all mutually agreed to go into polyamorous relationship, Jadus would have to order the king-sized bed for the three of them to sleep altogether--mainly because of theirs and Marr's height and size.

Arisaira is the small spoon and felt more safer sleeping in the middle between, so cuddles from not one but two partners are nice.

NSFW, under readmore.

Both Marr and Jadus are the doms in the relationship equally, whereas Arisaira is the sub. Not that she minded though, she may secretly enjoy being sandwiched between two strong, buff women. Jadus and Marr know this.

Sometimes, Marr liked to watch Arisaira and Jadus going at it before they join them for a threesome. Sometimes, Jadus and Marr would team up by tying Arisaira up to the bed for teasing them resulting in her watching them fuck in front of her.

Ok but the fact Arisaira really loves boobs and she cannot lie? She would definitely enjoy playing Jadus' and Marr's boobs and tease them with her fingers and tongue.

They respect boundaries and always have a safeword ready. Consent and aftercare are a must due to Marr and Jadus having a LOT OF STAMINAS and they can go round for hours with Arisaira.

Voice kink play a huuuuge role because Jadus and Marr know their deep voices turn Arisaira on. Oh and lastly? Arisaira has a tongue piercing and well, she'll definitely knows how to make her partners very vocal with their grunts and groans when she put her tongue on their gentials. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#nevrakis legacy headcanons #ch: darth jadus #ch: darth marr #poly au marr arisaira jadus #oc: anisaira nevrakis

[snarktheater]

hey I've been reading RotE because of you and I've just finished Assassin's Quest and am enjoying it so far. I'm curious your view on how Dutiful was conceived and also Molly and Burrich, though. I was kind of uncomfortable with both, but I'm not sure I'm mentally framing it well, so I curious on a different perspective.

Honestly, having read those books when I was a lot younger, I didn't really bat an eye at it on first read. If you're asking for my take on it now…well, I can definitely see why it might make you uncomfortable, but I don't think I can agree even with the benefit of hindsight.

(obviously spoilers for the Realm of the Elderlings books if anyone else sees this)

I'll start with Molly and Burrich, because…yeah, the guy is probably old enough to be her dad, or near enough. The timeline of these books never felt super precise to me, and I'm working entirely from memory, but Burrich is an adult when Fitz is like, six, and if memory serves Molly is a little older, but not by much. So yeah, we can assume at least a decade and a half's worth of age difference there, probably close to two or even more.

That said…my take on age differences is that, while it can be cause of alarm, it's definitely not an instant red flag for a relationship, and it comes down more to circumstances. And the story makes the circumstances clear that, while Molly is definitely forced to uproot her entire life due to complicated circumstances, Burrich has none of the blame on that and is in fact genuinely looking out for her for Fitz's sake, and that mutual feelings developed after they were already stuck together, which is a thing that happens when you share a traumatic experience with someone. Keep in mind that Burrich and Fitz are very alike in many ways (in part because Burrich was one of Fitz's biggest father figures), so like…it's not that big a stretch to imagine them both being Molly's type.

Now, again, another thing that might be make you uncomfortable here is the aforementioned fact that Burrich is (well, was, at that point) one of Fitz's main father figures. Which would be a problem, if Molly had ever…like, interacted with him in that respect (did they even meet at all before they had to go on the run? I'm admittedly fuzzy on some details, usually my rereads have focused more on the tawny man series).

I don't know what to tell you. Weirder couples happen. Molly was an adult, even by our standards, by the time she and Burrich got together. While it's fine to be wary of an older man potentially abusing a younger woman, I don't think denying the woman's agency in the situation is really the way to go about it. Especially in a case where the characters are fictional and definitely meant by the writer to be a pretty healthy couple.

Then there's the matter of Dutiful's conception, which. Well. First of all it's hard to really judge "magically body-swapped with your nephew to impregnate your wife because your body is no longer able to do the deed and/or would hurt her in the process" by any real world standards. It's kind of hard to process consent in this scenario, because Verity is the one sleeping with Kettricken, in every way that really matters. You could maybe make a case that he's doing so in a very specific way she didn't consent to, the way, say, a guy pretending to put on a condom would be violating his partner's consent? But like…Kettricken is consenting to unprotected sex, so the analogy doesn't really work for me here. And on the flip side of the matter, Fitz's narration makes it clear he knows what Verity is up to with his body and seems okay with it.

Really, the closest analogy I can derive from this is that of a sperm donor, which…I'd say is pretty uncontroversial? Maybe you could say it's weird not to ask Kettricken to use a sperm donor. That's the closest I can get to finding a problem with that scene.

Actually if I have any issue with Dutiful's conception it's [spoilers for later books] the fact that Dutiful never finds out about it and I'm not sure Kettricken does either? I can't remember if I invented a conversation between her and Fitz in the Fitz and the Fool books or if it actually happened. It's been a while since I've read even those and I haven't re-read them at all. It's especially odd given that Dutiful proooobably inherited the Wit from Fitz (though Kettricken points out he might have gotten it from her and I personally headcanon that it's both) and Fitz feels some guilt about it, so it feels like it should have come out at one point or another.

[end of spoilers here]

That's…my takeaway on these. I'd be curious to hear your thoughts, though! Maybe I missed something. It has been a while.

#realm of the elderlings #robin hobb #the farseer #st: other posts #ask #anonymous

[decennia]

Ok I just gave up catching up on my dash full stop because Clementine and George and Wildest Dreams got my brain like this:

I feel I desperately need to make an OC for George but he is YOUR precious lol

So instead while I'm here, give me and I mean GIVE all your George and Clementine headcanon

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS FINISHING UP SOME GIFS ✨

First things first, that image lives in my mind rent free.

Second things second, please create an OC for George holy shit please yes?! George has already been romantically (or at least sexually, because Sable is a hoe) linked to Ellis Grant from @chlobenet (nothing ever came of it, George developed an infatuation and was perpetually rebuffed by our Lord and Saviour Miss Grant), @perfectlystiles' Laurel Chase, and @randomestfandoms-ocs' Reese Masrani. It is my goal to accumulate enough George Cassidy romantic interests that I can make a Wives of Henry the Eighth edit, so literally go nuts. Everyone, Create An OC To Thirst Over George Cassidy Challenge!

The best thing about George and the other Corpsemen is that the only thing that makes them Jurassic World OCs is that they happen to be hired there. It is by no means their entire story, and although they've been around for literally three days (?!) I keep thinking of more and more things about them and I keep building their backstories to the point where dinosaurs are literally the least craziest thing they've experienced.

If I were to sum up Clem and George's relationship in a gif, though:

(This got hella out of hand so keep reading under the cut if you want to know more about George and Clementine.)

A brief history on George "Sable" Cassidy and Clementine "Calico" Roscoe:

He is known as "George" to his friends, and "Cassidy" to his enemies. "Sable" when he's on the job, and "hers" when they're alone.

But it wasn't always like that. I'm not going to bore you with the details about George's fatherless upbringing, or his reasons for joining the British military, or how he'd always been a bit of a troubled kid. Where his story really begins is when he directly disobeys orders and murders the military hostages who were responsible for the attack on his unit. He is dishonourably discharged, and is sent back to the U.K. to await trial for murder and treason.

He manages an escape and goes dark; during which time, Clementine Roscoe, an agent at Interpol, is assigned his case. Unfortunately, after a year of searching (one close call where he was literally within breathing distance of Roscoe ) and a thousand too many mistaken sightings after that, the case goes cold, and she is assigned another case, one which results in the death of her entire family.

Clementine resigns from her position after she is denied leave to pursue the murderers, and spends the next few years methodically hunting down and executing the list of people she knew to be responsible. It was enough to impress Malcolm Drake, who located and recruited her into the Corpse Corporals (aka Gucci Suicide Squad).

All this time, Cassidy had been residing in Southern Africa, making a hefty living as a poacher under ever-changing pseudonyms (I had to make y'all understand that Sable is a bad man but y'all be forgiving Tom for murder and incest so here we are but honestly did it even work because here I am, being fooled, alongside you 😭). He runs a pretty decent operation, also dabbling in the smuggling of weaponry, and he lives a comfortable life. That is, until he is betrayed by his business partners (a brother-sister duo, FCs Megan Fox and Aidan Turner? Idk, still debating) and pushed out of the business under threat of death.

He is rescued by Malcolm, who has managed to track him down, and in exchange for his life spared, he agrees to work for Malcolm. His reunion with Clem is incredibly tense, with both of them pulling their guns on each other and refusing to work together. Malcolm snaps some sense into them (that, and the sum of the payload which had so many 0's added to the end, you couldn't be sure what the number really was other than "a lot") and they swallow their pride and work together.

They would continue to work together as Calico and Sable for the years to come, and when I say it is a slow burn, I do mean THE SLOWEST OF THE SLOW. But there is definitely a fuck ton of sexual tension thrown in there for angst, and a couple of near brushes with death (hazard of the job, really).

George is a prolific man whore, and he's bisexual and proud. So Clem has gotten used to an endless slew of people of all genders cumming coming and going from his hotel room, especially during the long cons where the Corpsemen go deep undercover for months at a time (Hector doesn't come on those jobs, he's got a family to worry about. He taps out at a month, max, if he doesn't get to leave to see his family).

George Cassidy is not a man who is used to not getting what he wants, but Clementine Roscoe is the only exception to that rule. He has come to view her as "unobtainable," this irreverent forbidden thing that he must not ruin. By the time the heat of their mutual hate had dissipated, it had turned into a friendship, and although there was an undeniable electric tension between them, they have never done anything about it. But it has that "will definitely be the best sex of your life" kinda energy.

They fight quite a lot, and disagree on almost everything. Have they tried to kill each other? Oh, absolutely. But they're also professionals, and although Clementine and George may be going at it, it never bothers Malcolm, because he knows that Calico and Sable will put those differences aside and do the damn job.

Clem only involves herself in George's sex life when it comes to people who she considers friends. She has the warnings already mentally scripted, because the thing about George Cassidy is that he cares about no one but himself, and nothing but his holy trinity: blood, money, and sex. He's an emotionally devoid sociopath at the best of times, and at the worst, he's a well oiled and dangerous killing machine.

He is not a good man, Clementine knows, but sometimes, you don't want a good man.

I have a gifset in store involving the two of them, and I'm busy compiling a list of headcanons as we speak. If you want, I can tag you in it :)

But this is everything about their past and a bit of their present, so if you want to create an OC please do and tag me so I can write up a crossover and make some gifs 💕

(And before anyone comes for me, yes, I am aware of the fact that George "Sable" Cassidy is a very toxic and fucking despicable man, I created him, and I made him that way. I am not condoning his actions, nor would I want to be in a relationship with him in real life, but this is fiction. It is not meant to be taken seriously, if you don't like my hot mercenary boyfriend, then please unfollow me, because he is my current obsession, and I cannot promise that I will not be thirsting for him on my TL at any and all hours).

#i am literally in love with this man #i'm so sorry y'all have to suffer through this tomfoolery #lokitrasho #oc: george cassidy #oc: clementine roscoe

[ar-knightinsourarmor]

There are important updates on my RULES. Please read below the cut. I'm going to reblog this way too many times to make sure every single one of my mutuals will read this.

And because I'm expecting many unfollows and blocks, if you've actually read the rules and feel alright with them, give this post a LIKE to be certain we are okay and feel somewhat relieved. For those to have liked a previous post already, you don't need to but I'd be thankful.

SHIPPING: I prefer male x male romantic relationships. No matter how much I like a specific ship, I will never jump to the conclusion that the other side agrees to it. Unless having discussed the possibility, I want the relationship between our muses to be explored through threads.

WARNING: Keep in mind I'm open to explore most dynamics. Keep THAT in mind because there may be something you find disturbing ( and there will be ). I am not here to write what my muse would do in the real world. I'm here to write FICTION and sorry to say that: there are very few ( yet serious ) limits when writing fiction. I'm not saying you'll find all kinds of sick and twisted content but there is the possibility to explore as much as people are willing to write. I will respect your boundaries and write what brings comfort to both sides, but I can't promise what I write with other people may not oppose you. It is your choice to follow me and block the tags I use or stay away. Please do what's best for you.

SMUT: I will write smut on knightinspicyarmor or discord. Having read the warning above, be aware it applies to writing smut too. Most of the time and if I'm not feeling comfortable with a roleplay partner, I am not much willing to write sexual scenes with another person. But when I do feel comfortable, it is once again for the shake of WRITING. Exploring the bond, the emotions and the atmosphere to come with the sexual act. If you are here or believe I'm here to satisfy any needs or kinks, you are on the wrong blog. To make it clear, and to avoid any misunderstandings, all of my muses are over the age of sixteen. Depending the MUSE and WHO I ship them with, I'm open to write sexual scenes even if they are a teenager. Does this happen on real life? Yes. Is it healthy? Sometimes not. But it happens and some of my characters are way too mature to have full understanding of what they are doing so that leaves me open to the idea. To avoid such content, do not simply follow my nsfw sideblog or do not follow at all.

My point this far, knowing many will disagree with my thoughts, is that I'm willing to do as much as the other side is willing to do. I will not ask for any kind of dynamic or plot you do not agree with. I will let our muses take the lead and see where it goes ( and where we both want it to go ).

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[thedyingmoon]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein you finally go out on a date with the poet (!) 👌👍👍

~ Ever heard of the song, "Too much fluff can kill you" ? No? Okay. 😂

~ I'd like to make a special announcement. I finally got professional help from a special anonymous someone! Let's just say that he's the "poetic" kind of adviser. I hope he likes this chapter! 🖤

~ Now tagging my best people, @heaven-on-a-landslide , @krazy06 , @diabeticsugarush , @lessy86 , @ehrzeth , @simmy-ships , @ceruleanworld , @gxthghoulfriend , and @boundbysoul ! 🖤

~ You know the chant, guys and gals: LET'S DO THIS! 🖤

***

XIII

***

"I'm going out." Dante told you a few minutes later after preparing for his next gig. "Hey, you sure you're not coming?"

You looked up from Dante's small television and shook your head.

He gave you a look of utter disappointment. "And you're supposed to be my partner."

"I just don't feel like it, sorry." You muttered monotonously, taking your eyes back to the screen.

The man clicked his tongue. "You'll regret watching that. Titanic's gonna make you cry." He warned.

"Don't care."

Dante shook his head. "Whatever."

After his initial failure of making you join the Devil Hunt, the man got out of the building, fully prepared to take on his mission. He stretched and inhaled, letting the polluted air of the city enter his lungs, and finally stepped out.

"Okay, sunshine!" He said good - naturedly, refusing to get carried away by the negative vibes you just sent him. "Let's do this - !"

But, before he could even go further away from the building, the door opened abruptly and violently. Dante turned around in surprise as you came out with nothing but your pale pink wool sweaters, alpaca jammies, and a pair of bunny slippers.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?!"

"Stay here." You grumpily told Dante as you shoved him away and took a few steps forward, away from the building.

"What are you - ?!"

"I said STAY!"

Dante didn't say anything else as you walked away from him.

Cautiously, you took little steps towards the road, wary of your surroundings,...

... waiting for it to happen -

All of a sudden, the spot in the ground where you stood suddenly caught on fire, engulfing your body with the flaming vortex that seemed to come to life.

"(Y/N)!" Dante called but, he was too late. He saw how your clothes turn to ash, your hair disintegrate, your flesh -

The flame vortex instantly vanished as a seven - foot tall creature made entirely of light appeared in its center, absorbing the flames with a sweep of its long arms. The people around it screamed and scrambled away in fear as it made its way towards the other side of the city, seemingly in search for the source of the magic that caused the flame in the first place.

With wide, shocked eyes, Dante followed the light.

Almost an hour of searching led him to the place where he was supposed to exterminate a large group of flame - wielding Demons,...

... except that there were no Demons left in that abandoned area. He looked around, found no one, and then, he heard it.

"Dante!"

"(Y/N)?" The man answered. " (Y/N)! Where are you?!"

"Right here!"

He followed your voice until it led him to a spot of grass where he saw you sitting on it with your back turned away from him.

"(Y/N), what happened to you?" Dante carefully asked you as he looked at your bare back. He was totally confused, and who could blame him? He just saw you turn into that strange light - like being. He also realized that you just fought all the Demons, yourself, and now, you're here, sitting on a patch of grass, completely naked, with only your long hair protecting your modesty.

"Don't ask." You answered him with a light turn of your head. "Just,... can I borrow your coat?"

"Right." The Devil Hunter simply said, still confused of everything that just happened.

But, you're not having any of his doubts.

"Come on, Dante! I have to finish Titanic!"

"Alright! Alright! Sheesh,..."

The man removed his maroon leather coat, went closer towards you, and draped the thing over you. He waited as you made yourself decent, and when you finally stood and faced him, his eyes widened.

He was so sure he saw you burn. But, you looked as if nothing even happened to you, not even a tiny scratch.

He realized you can't look at him properly due to your current state, so he had no choice but to walk after you.

But, then, you suddenly collapsed.

He caught you just in time before you hit the ground. And that's when he caught something else - your scent - for the very first time since meeting you.

To Dante, you smelled like a finely aged wine.

The very addictive kind,...

***

"In fact, I' am the villain of your story."

"Useless."

"You are just a weak human who relies on others for survival."

"Imbecile."

"Still can't tell him?"

"No. He doesn't have to know."

"Why does the sun go on shining?

Why does the sea rush to shore?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

'Cause you don't love me anymore."

You slowly opened your eyes, letting your sight adjust to the bright morning light. You could barely hear the melody that was being played on the radio, and you were very sure that you just had a dream that resembled that song, you just couldn't remember what exactly.

"Why do the birds go on singing?

Why do the stars glow above?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

It ended when I lost your love."

You carefully sat up, feeling stiff all over, then noticed the broken mask on the table shift a little.

You closed your eyes and rubbed them as hard as you could. And when you opened them once more, you saw how the liquid from the mug on the table come to life as it made its way towards the Demon mask.

"I wake up in the morning and I wonder

Why everything's the same as it was.

I can't understand, no, I can't understand

How life goes on the way it does."

Your eyes narrowed, your eyebrows furrowed, you carefully picked up the magazine on the table, idly ignoring its lewd contents, and rolled it up like a newspaper. You stood up, watching the porcelain mask as it actually controlled the water to make it merge with it, the curious little thing. You raised the rolled - up magazine, swiftly brought it down, and missed it as it hovered above the table, seemingly making fun of your inaccuracy.

"Oh, no you don't!" You exclaimed as you hit at it again and again, your efforts fruitless as it dodged every attack you made.

"Why does my heart go on beating?

Why do these eyes of mine cry?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

It ended when you said goodbye."

The sight that greeted V that bright, sunny morning as he entered the van both confused and amazed him, for there, with nothing but a rolled - up magazine, was you, trying to swat an insect, or something ,...

Now, if it weren't for that adorable, yet angry look on your face, he would never notice what was actually happening.

"It's still alive!" You yelled as you smacked the mask and failed once more.

Hiding a smile, V went forward, playfully twirling the cane on his right hand, and faced the Demon. He looked down on it, aiming his metal cane at it, and pierced it, crushing its one good sapphire eye and finally putting an end to it once and for all.

"I should have,..." V began, his cane still pierced through the mask. "... done that much earlier."

"Agree."

There was a moment of silence as you two looked into each others' eyes. The place felt peaceful, the environment, calm. Neither was saying any word and neither was looking at anything else.

The moment was perfect, the feeling, mutual,...

"Hooee! What a night!" Nico screeched as she slid the door of the van open, dropping a huge rucksack on the floor in front of you and ruining the moment for both you and V. She collapsed on the sofa, clueless as to what she had just disrupted, and crossed her legs. She looked up in confusion as she saw you and V staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths. "What're ya starin' at? Walked in on ya doin' somethin' weird or - ?"

"You just did!" Nero, who just entered the vehicle, answered for her and sat on the sofa across her. "Stupid."

Nico only shrugged her shoulders and opened the rucksack on the floor like nothing happened. You sat beside her, watching her as she picked out some clothes from the rucksack.

"Here, these are for you!" Nico said as she handed you a week - long set of clothes, including some blouses, skirts, shorts, a pair of boots, and even an oversized pale pink parka made entirely of wool - like fabric.

"Thank you so much!" You said, eyes shining in delight as you received the clothes, particularly the parka, from your friend.

"Yeah, I know your taste, hon." Nico said, smiling from ear to ear as she made one last dive into the rucksack to retrieve some more items.

V took his cane off the Demon mask, leaving it on the table, and retreated towards the corner of the van where he could easily see you without getting noticed. He took out his book, pretended he was reading, and waited as the mouthy woman gave you one last item from the rucksack, which was a pair of black lace lingerie. He couldn't help but smile as he saw you blush and snatch the undergarment away from Nico's hand. He hastily focused his eyes on the pages of Blake as you passed him, quickly making your way towards the shower room to change.

"Why did you get too many clothes for her?" Nero questioned Nico as he leaned comfortably on the sofa.

"None of your business." Nico simply said, mirroring Nero's gestures. She faced V and spoke to him. "How are things here last night? Hope ya didn't get attacked by Demons again."

"Everything was just fine." V simply answered, deciding to leave behind the part wherein he spoke with the Fleminger House Master.

"Good. Because, we'll all be getting our hands full as of today." Nico said as she watched you come out of the shower room fully decent and prepared. She also didn't miss how V's eyes automatically locked on your petite form as you sat next to her. She smiled and stretched her arms. "Okay, listen up! Since everybody's here, I want your focus on this.

"The rest of the Devil Hunters who survived the attack last night have already taken their own place on each part of the city to kill any Demon they would come into contact with."

"Dante and his team have already taken the north, and that stupid son of a bitch wouldn't even let us see what's going on there." Nero angrily mentioned as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Why would he do that?" You carefully asked him.

"Beats me. Maybe he just wants the, uh, the Shin - " Nero stuttered. "Shinani, ah,... "

"Sorry, what's that?"

"ShiShi!" Nico answered.

"Oh, yeah, that." Nero agreed. "He wants that ShiShi thing all by himself. Damnit, who came up with that stupid ass name?!"

"Pardon my ignorance but,... " V interjected, curiosity and mild amusement getting the better of him. "... what is this, ah,... ShiShi,... you're talking about?"

"Shinano Musashi!" Nico announced. "That's the name that they gave that Dreadnought - class Demon. And don't make me say that tongue twister again! It stays ShiShi on my watch! Plus, it's cuter."

"Whatever!" Nero retorted. "We'll just have to take turns patrolling the streets from the afternoon up until dawn and make sure that no Demon escapes from us. We'll be doing that same routine for a week. That's the order from the Military and the Fleminger Head."

"A week?" You questioned as you put your long hair up in a ponytail. "Why patrol for that long?"

"It's the estimated time of Shishi's arrival." Nico told her.

"The fifteenth,... of June?" V asked.

Nico pointed two fingers at V as confirmation. "Until then, we're gonna have to make ourselves at home right here. It's a bit safer here than out there, believe me. And it's best to conserve our strength for when that Dreadnought arrives."

"By saying that we'll have to take turns patrolling the vicinity for strength preservation,..." V said, leaving his solitary spot on the corner and walking closer towards his companions. "... do you mean to say that it is our turn now?"

"Right." Nico answered as she nodded knowingly, a huge smile plastered on her freckled face.

A few hours later, after having a decent - ish kind of breakfast with your new companions, you found yourself walking on the deserted streets of Red Grave with none other than the mysterious man, himself, together with two of his familiars.

Along the way, you passed some men in uniform, other stronger - looking Hunters who only sneered at you, and some officials who questioned your presence in the supposedly deserted city.

"No, we are not here for a date." V denied for the third time that day upon being questioned. "Yes, we are Devil Hunters, and we have proof."

And for the third time, you walked away from the officials, feeling hot in the cheeks. Everyone seemed to think that you and V were lovers, when your true intention was only to join in the patrol and Demon hunt.

You walked ahead of the man and his familiars, trying to keep your cool for you were aware that your face was entirely red. You slightly slapped your cheeks with both hands and inhaled deeply. Yes, you were anything but lovers. No reason to get flustered about it,...

... until the events that took place in the balcony and the pool came back to your head,...

You face palmed, unable to believe your over active imagination.

"Hey, what's wrong with ya, sweet pea?" Griffon, who just flew towards you without you noticing, asked you, concerned after seeing you hurt yourself.

"Oh, it's nothing." You smiled at him. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Hey, ya look like ya have a fever!" Griffon turned towards V and called the poet's attention. "Shakespeare, sweet pea's not feelin' well - !"

"I told you, I'm fine!"

"Is that so?" V said, walking towards you and putting a hand on your already red forehead. "Hmm. You are feverish. Would you like to go back?"

You stepped slightly away from the man, feeling your body's temperature going up and your heartbeat going faster at the man's mere touch.

"I'm fine. Don't mind me, please."

You looked away from your concerned companions, trying to find some sort of escape, until your eyes landed on Red Grave's most popular theatre house.

Your eyes widened with wonder as you went closer towards the building, reading the announcement board with loving eyes.

"Oh, what now, sweet pea?" Griffon asked, following you towards the building.

V saw your reaction towards the place and immediately followed, intrigued by this new side you were showing.

"LaLaLand." You exclaimed breathlessly as you pointed at the theatre board. "I forgot! Today's supposed to be the day that they're gonna have a rerun of LaLaLand!"

"LaLaLand? What's that?" The demonic bird, being totally clueless of the modern world's trends, innocently asked.

"Only the most critically acclaimed musical of last year!" You happily explained, putting your hands on your pockets. "And I even bought tickets. Turns out I'll never be able to use them."

"Tickets." V said. "Do you,... intend on seeing it with someone?"

"Yes, with my friend, Patty."

All of a sudden, an idea came into your mind. Forgetting the embarrassing conversation that took place earlier, you went towards V with an innocent smile on your lips and looked up at him with bright eyes.

"Do you know Titanic, V?" You asked the man.

"I,... " V began but, then, realized that he didn't know what you were talking about. "No."

You were actually surprised by his answer. Who knew he was one of those very few people who didn't know about the infamous Jack and Rose's love story?

"Really?" You said in disbelief, then decided to change the movie. "How about Moulin Rouge?"

"No."

Hmm! Not even a classic! Something modern, perhaps? "The Fault In Our Stars?"

"No."

What in the - ?! "The Time Traveler's Wife?"

V sighed in both annoyance and disappointment. As much as he wanted to answer your questions, he really had no idea what's going on in the modern world.

He was stuck too long in the Underworld. For Heaven's sake, how could he know such things as those?!

"I'm sorry, no." He simply said.

You crossed your arms, unable to believe that a poor, innocent man such as V still existed in today's society.

"Have you seen Hachiko?" Okay, no one could resist dogs, or Akitas, that I know for sure,...

To your delight, V's eyes actually widened as he remembered something very fond, he just couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

"That,..." he said, feeling proud for once that he had an answer to at least one of your questions. "... I've actually heard of."

"Wow, I knew it!" You cheerfully said, clapping your hands in happiness. "I knew no one could resist good puppers."

"Hey, what about birds?" Griffon interjected as he flew closer towards the two of you, wanting to join in the conversation. "We're good too, ya know?"

"I know you are a good bird, Griffon." You told him with a huge smile. It's true. He was a really good and brave bird, and he helped V save you last night.

"Ohoho! Say that to me again sweet pea, please?"

"You are such a good bird, Griffon. A very brave and good bird."

"Woohoo! Ya heard that, Shakespeare?! I'm a good bird!"

V grinned as he watched his familiar fly excitedly over Shadow, bashfully telling the feline that at least one person in the world thought he's good.

As you watched how V's familiars interact with each other, something tugged at your consciousness regarding their master. You looked back at V, noticed how he never took his eyes off you, and spoke.

"May I tell you something, V?"

"Don't hold back."

"I think you should, ah, how to say this,... " you stuttered as you searched for the right words to say that would not offend the poet. You were so afraid of saying something that might put him off or make him think badly of you. You inhaled and bravely went on. "V, I think you should go see the world for yourself."

The man chuckled. "I had a,... fair share of sojourns with my companions here. Thank you so much."

"Ah, of course, you have! Oh, silly me." You said, embarrassed of what you just told him. "I mean, I think it would also be best if you, ah, enjoy life, even for once."

"And what does the Lady mean by her words?" V gently asked, taking note of your flustered state. He immediately sensed that you were being very careful with him.

"I think, you should go see some movies. Drama, action, comedy, whichever genre you like. And eat lots of popcorn or candy bars. Go to the carnival and play silly games, win the stuffed tiger, or whatever. Go have a picnic someplace with lots of grass and sheep, eat lots of food. Go fishing and catch a boot, or something like that. Ah, you get the point."

"I see. Well, have you done those things, yourself, my Lady?"

"Well, I,... " you hesitated for a while, then went on. "I was travelling for ten years in search of,... something."

"Then, have you seen lots of movies?"

"Kind of?"

"Did your stomach hurt after eating lots of popcorn and candy bars?"

"Yes. Actually, yes."

"Did you win the stuff tiger at the carnival?"

"No. I have a really bad aim."

"And have you caught a boot, my Lady?"

You laughed, actually surprised at V's sense of humor. "I haven't gone fishing with anyone."

V smiled, went closer towards you until he was mere inches away from you, and spoke.

"To see a world in a grain of sand and a Heaven in a wild flower, hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and Eternity in an hour.

"I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe." V confessed, effectively distracting your attention away from everything else other than him. "But, the idea of doing those things alone,... do not please me, at all."

"But, with a companion?"

V smiled, the depth in his green eyes putting you under some kind of trance.

"Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?"

"No. I would gladly come." You, being put into said trance, answered without a moment's hesitation. And when you noticed the huge and smug smile on V's lips, you could not help but feel even more embarrassed than ever before.

And what's even more surprising was the fact that his face was only mere inches away from yours!

Is this it?! Is it finally happening?! You frantically thought as he leaned in closer towards you,...

However, as perfect as the moment went, you could not help but be utterly disappointed as the skies decided to conspire against you and V, pouring out the rain that instantly drenched all of you.

"Gah! I'm soaking here!" Griffon squawked as he went back to V.

"Let's go that place!" V suggested, pointing at an open building right across the two of you.

***

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P.S.: We finally have a name for the Dreadnought! Shinano Musashi, or as Nico refered to it - ShiShi! But, did you know that Shinano and Musashi are two actual separate Yamato - class Dreadnoughts of the Japanese?

Yeah, the more you know. 👌👍👍

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#devil may cry 5 #v #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #end of the world #skeeter davis #devil may cry nico #devil may cry nero #chapter the 13th 😂 #griffon best birb #shadow best girl

[harrysdimples]

sooo...it’s the legend @btapants’ birthday and me and my main partner in crime daria @britneytshirt both came up with this idea and whipped up a lil somethin somethin for celine to read! we just want you to know how loved you are celine and how you influence us all to be better people! we all love you and had a few things to say :)

@bidonnas (aka mik):  i followed celine like ages ago bc i was looking for more harries to follow and she seemed so sweet and, like, a Quality™ blog and we've been mutuals for ages as well and we like sent each other asks for like ask games and tagged each other in tag games but we didn't start talking more until the first gc in like march of this year and i do not regret a single thing of entering that gc bc i got to meet my birlfriend, now my bife. we've just gotten closer over the past 6 months of being in so many different groupchats with each other and i love everything about her. she's funny, she's kind and sweet, and she loves mamma mia. i mean, who could ask for more?? fjdkgksdljkfg celine deserves the whole world and all the love in the world and i love her so so so much!!!!

@guccifloralsuits (aka violet):  Celine, you already know it but literally love you tons, you make my experience as a harrie stan so much brighter :) I'll always remember the #funkirk days and times we've been throught - from the discourse days to the crazy concerts & I can't wait to see what this next year for you & us brings! You're so easy to talk to and fun to share this experience with! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL MY LOVE TO YOU 💖

@annaonvinyl (aka essie): Celine, Celine... I believe we've been mutuals not for that long and i do remember checking my notifications and seeing that she followed me i kid you not when i say i nearly had a moment because i would constantly see her posts and people talking so nicely about her. i can now understand why people kept saying sweet things about Celine, i mean she's amazing! if you aren't following her please do me a favour, go to her blog and press that follow, just... do it. celine is so sweet and funny, her blog is the perfect mix of aesthetic and relatable and not to mention she's so freaking stunning? i mean... have you seen her? model material, i'm telling you. so in conclusion what i want to say is celine is gorgeous and so nice and i love her! tanti auguri bella! spero che tu abbia un bel anno davanti a te e tutto il meglio vada per te! goditi la giornata e sorridi molto (scusa il mio italiano arrugginito)

@signofthebis (aka petra): Happy birthday, Celine! ❤❤❤ You know why I followed you. Because of the tags you wrote under my bta pants gifset. And I knew in that moment... this is a person that gets it and I need her in my life. And then I was lucky enough to get into the biconic gc you started and I got to get to know you and wow? You're amazing. You're so funny and incredible and just... I stan forever??? You're truly a queen. ❤❤❤❤ One day your selfies are gonna kill me because you're that gorgeous. And honestly? What a way to go. So Celine, I hope you're having a wonderful day and may your life be filled with only the best of luck, may it be full of love and kindness because that's what you're giving to us and you deserve the same it in return. Ily ❤

@flowerfeasts (aka dani): I followed celine like a year ago because i used to see all my faves tagging her on my dash, so i thought she was very important and cool and i remember waiting like a few weeks to follow her cause i somehow thought that would increase the chances of her following me back? lmao anyway, i still think she is very cool and i LOVE her fashion sense and she is a libra! that means she is awesome

@harryandcats (aka lejla): CELINE MY ANGELBOO!!!! I’m sooo bad with words and tbh?? there’s not enough words to describe how much u mean to me anyway smh you’re one of the sweetest, funniest and smartest (let’s just not mention your posts and the things you say something BDJDNDNDB) and loveliest people I know!! you’re also so silly sometimes but in a very cute and endearing way bdndn I could talk to you about literally anything, be it something deep or something random like poptarts bxjdndn speaking of poptarts we truly gotta meet someday and you’ll have to buy me lots of things and in return you’ll get the biggest hug of your life!!!! sounds like a plan if you ask me anYWAY I lov u with my whole heart, you’re my love, my life, my wife, my gf, my bitch, my boo, but most importantly: my dumbass ✌🏻😔 I hope you have the loveliest day!!!! Happy Birthday, Celine!! 💗🌈💕

@harrysnotechanges (aka kristyna):  Celine 💕💕 you are so funny and such a kind and generous person (not to mention gorgeous, ugh it’s not fair). I’m pretty sure I first started following you because of your url (I mean how much more iconic could you get,,, and I couldn’t agree more, the bta pants were the best pants Harry has ever worn tbh) and I stayed because you’re just an amazing human being. Ily 💕💕💕 Happy birthday!

@gettingdizzy (aka sav): I LOVE CELINE she is super kind and funny and like a little sister to me!! talking to her always makes my day better :) im not even sure why i started following her we probably got put in a gc together or something but im so glad i did!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY

@nofoookingway (aka jess): Oh boy, lil Celine. The cutest bean I’ve ever seen. I know we don’t speak anymore bc I’m trash and got too overdramatic about a stupid lil thing, but I’m so glad that we still follow each other and I see you on my dash every day. Your posts never go without a typo, even if it’s just the tags, and that’s probably my favorite thing about you. You’re so expressive and so weird in the best of ways. I’m pretty sure you’re starting uni (if you’re not smack me), but I know you’re going to kill it. It’s hard af, and it’s gonna suck. You’re gonna hate it sometimes, but believe me when I say I know you can do it and that you will have a blast once you find your niche. If I can do it, you sure as hell can. I wholeheartedly believe that. Anyways, I hope your birthday is just as fun and amazing as you are. ilysm 💛💛

@leesh (aka leesh lol): HAPPY BIRTHDAY CELINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope u have the absolute best birthday ever bc it’s what she deserves and i hope harry makes an appearance again looking absolutely fabulous bc it’s also what she deserves (maybe wearing the bta pants? yes i’m putting it into existence!!!!). i honestly can’t rmbr how or why i started following you, maybe it was a gc or maybe i just liked ur blog, i have a terrible memory, but i am SO GLAD whatever the reason I DID. i love seeing ur posts on my dash and i love seeing what you’ve got to say and i also love talking to u in gc’s and stuff. ur a cool gal and i’m glad we had a chance to become mutuals and pals. again i hope u have the best way day ever and get spoilt rotten. i love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖✨

@kiwiintro (aka kayla):  Happy Birthday Celine Bean! I hope it's amazing I love u and you're so iconic and amazing and ur an actual Meme™️ sometimes anyways again I hope your birthday is amazing and have fun being 1(one) year older ❤

@harryftvans (aka teresa): celine my dearest witch princess and gentle air spirit happiest of birthday wishes to you!!! someone’s getting old lol anyway I wish u all the best and hope you have a great day and that a lot of other great days will follow because u only deserve happiness and love and ~good vibes~ in your life!! stay ur amazing self, you’re always so chill and laid back (which is nice in this hectic world gksndn) and even when you pull a zayn on us at the end of the day you’re always there for us, being supportive and it’s always a delight to talk to you and hear stories from you!!! great britain is blessed to have you for the next couple of months/years (hope u have a nice time at uni I believe in u) so yea enjoy your day hope it’s filled with lots of love and hugs!! i’m glad you’ve been brought into the world and i’m glad we were out in the same group chat I couldn’t imagine my days without u, love you v much💕

@pinkflaredpants (aka iris): No offence but it's been a whole ass year since we first heard medicine and still no fuckin studio version of sott.

@britneytshirt (aka daria): celine, remember the day we became mutuals? it’s definitely been a year(+) now, can you believe it’s been that long? i followed u not really expecting to be followed back and u followed me about .02 seconds later and honestly i was a lil shocked. so i put my insecurities aside and decided to text u and u said u just saw my url and liked it and followed me. like?! *harry voice* craziness right? anyway, i like to think of u as a little present from life. when we started talking i was very lonely and literally cried myself to sleep every other night and having a friend, you, to talk to made me realise nothing is ever that bad and in a way... gave me hope? you mean so much to me. you’re always fun to talk to, u always have the funniest things to say. and most importantly, i know i can always count on u for whatever, you’ll be there to listen to me. so thank u. i’m so grateful i have a celine in my life. i love u

me (aka moi): so....celine, where do I even start? from those very first few months when I joined this fandom in september last year we were close friends. we started our first conversation about old 1d memes and the rest is history. I don’t think there’s been a time in the last year or so where I haven’t spoken to you, and I really couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. I look forward every day to chatting with you in the gc and i’m always just in awe of how accepting, loving, caring and truly inspiring you are as a person. I love hearing you speak italian in the rare voice messages you send, and especially your selfies (I will hold the belief that you should be a model to the grave I think tbh). you inspired me to love myself for who i am and we’ve grown as friends into something I never thought i’d reach. i’m never going to be able to fully articulate the weight you hold in my life or the impact you’ve had on me, and i’m bad at expressing my feelings anyway, but I just wanted you to know how LOVED you are, by me, and from everyone here. I can’t wait to eventually meet you once you’re settled over here and I can’t wait for the memories and shows we’ll make in the future. thank you for being you, and please never stop being your amazing self 💕

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

I don't know if you guys consider heterosexual aromantics to be LGBT, but I am one. Lust is something that I struggle with tremendously and I've been told by every Christian that I need to save myself for my husband or someone very important to me. However, I'm really put off by the idea of any romantic relationship. I don't know if I'll ever want one. I feel as if I'll forever be trapped with my sexual frustration because of this, and that if I hold it in, it will manifest in unhealthy ways.

CW: discussion about sex, mention of masturbation and brief mentions of purity culture and cheating

Hey there. I’m sorry you’re dealing with this frustration and confusion, friend. I do not have definitive answers for you, I’m afraid – only speculation and various ways you might go with this. In the end, it will be up to you to decide how you do (or don’t) express your sexuality. I pray that God’s Spirit of Wisdom and Right Judgment will be with you as you explore this matter. And know, of course, that you can come to one decision for a while and later decide it isn’t working for your faith life, and try a different path – there’s plenty of time to explore this and discover what is good for you.

Okay, so. I’ll start by throwing some old posts at you that might help. Beginning with masturbation – we’ve had posts in the past that speculate in favor of masturbation, if that’s something you also want to look into for a way of dealing with sexual frustration. See our masturbation tag. 

We’ve also talked about sexual relationships outside of marriage, though as far as I remember we’ve always discussed them in the context of a romantic relationship being in place rather than in terms of hooking up. Thus those posts aren’t quite what you are looking for but still might have some information you find useful. And our sex tag in general has even more stuff.****The part of your ask that these posts probably answer is people’s insistence that you need to “save yourself” for your husband – that’s a notion of purity culture, which is extremely toxic and sexist. We on this blog are strongly opposed to purity culture – if you choose not to have sex before marriage, it is between you and God; you won’t “dirty” yourself or be “damaged goods” for having sex. You’re a person, not an object!! And sex isn’t some dirtying force. So don’t listen to those people! Their notions are gross. 

Okay, so if you look through some of those linked tags you might notice one author I mention a lot, Catholic theologian Margaret Farley. I’ve made posts that describe her seven “norms” for just, or ethical, sex. A lot of them can clearly exist in a relationship that is sexual but not romantic / formed in a strong bond: do no unjust harm; free consent of partners; mutuality; and equality. But what about fruitfulness and social justice? And most obviously, what about commitment? 

First off, it’s not necessary to accept Farley’s seven norms; she is not necessarily “correct,” but I personally do think they’re pretty good standards for sex. In a “hook-up” sexual situation, her social justice norm might be achieved simply by ensuring that your sexual encounter does not harm the wider community – for instance, ensuring that your partner(s) are not in monogamous relationships so that someone is being cheated on. The fruitfulness aspect might be achieved if you consider the release of sexual tension fruitful. (I’m not convinced Farley would agree that that counts as fruitful but hey, she’s a Catholic nun, you can go a little farther than she does!). You seem self-aware in a really healthy way, recognizing that your sexual frustration might manifest itself in unhealthy ways – so I think it’s reasonable to consider a healthy release of some of that tension fruitful for you.

And finally, that commitment norm – I know Farley mentions commitment between two people “hooking up” somewhere in her book but I just can’t find it. If I remember correctly, her suggestion is a little flimsy – that you commit to one another in that you are both (or all, if multiple partners) clear on where your relationship starts and where it ends; no one is misled about the nature of the relationship. So in your case, it would probably be a matter of everyone involved understanding it was a purely sexual encounter without romantic strings attached – no leading someone on with hopes of dating in the future.

Time to switch gears and go in a different direction to offer a different view, just to give you all the information I can think of so you can ponder it all on your own.

1 Corinthians 7 is a portion of Paul’s writings that I like to use to argue the guy was asexual and/or aromantic. I by no means personally think this passage should be used to mandate all Christians’ sex lives, but you might still like to see what Paul thought about sex. 

Because Paul thought the second coming was imminent, he saw sex and marriage as a waste of time and to be avoided. However, he recognized that many people were not like him and were too “aflame with passion” to go without sex. For them he prescribed marriage as a solution. You might interpret this as either “for” or “against” your hopes – he’s not advocating non-romantic sexual relationships by any means, but he is showing that being “aflame with passion” is a genuine concern that needs to be addressed. Your worry about sexual frustration is a genuine one legitimized by scripture; but if you balk at a romantic relationship then marriage is not your vocation. So for you, non-romantic sex may be the solution. 

We’re almost wrapped up; I’ve just got one last thing to emphasize.

If you do decide to try some casual sex, or masturbation, please go into it slowly and ready to analyze how it affects your faith life. Afterwards, consider: are you too ridden with guilt to have enjoyed the sex? do you feel farther from God? or do you think you might learn to use sex/masturbation to feel closer to God by appreciating the gifts of physicality and pleasure God has given you? In our society that’s pretty awkward about sex, it might feel weird to invite God into your sex life – but do your best to converse with God about it! God gave you your sexuality and can help you figure it out. 

And finally, if you decide to try some sex – be safe!! Use protection both to avoid pregnancy if that’s a concern for you and to keep safe from STIs. Do your research, and make sure your partner is respectful of you and your concerns. If they act annoyed when you ask if they have a history of STIs, or when you want to use a condom, find someone else. (Remember there are other ways to have sex too – you don’t have to jump right into the penetrative stuff; going slow might be smart.)

If anyone has more thoughts, please share! I always sort of laugh when y’all send asks about sex because I am ace and I feel like me delving into this matter is as funny as Margaret Farley as a nun writing a whole book on sex. But I do my best and I hope it’s somewhat helpful! 

#pre marital sex #non romantic sex #not sure how else to tag that um... #hook up sex #sex tag #anon #queerly christian asks #premarital sex

[theclaravoyant]

hi! I was wondering about aromanticism a little bit. I feel like I'm just confused about drawing the line (if there even is a truly distinct line) between a platonic relationship and an exclusive relationship where one or more members are aromantic but are sexually attracted to each other? I feel like the desire for intimate nonsexual touching like a hand on a cheek or forehead kisses is romantic and something I don't do with even my closest friends, but other ppl consider those things platonic.

(2/2) sometimes ppl say I'm too picky bc I don't tend to have frequent romantic crushes but I feel like my romantic attraction stems from friendship. not totally sure where the line is but I feel like the defining thing might be desire to commit to the other person. what is it called if the aromantic party in a relationship doesn't want their romantic partner to have a romantic (not platonic) attachment to someone else? sorry if this ask makes no sense but thanks in advance!

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Hi! Thanks for the ask.

For sure, it is a difficult line to draw no matter what your orientation is. I actually don’t consider myself aro, so I’ll open this to the floor for input by people with more experience than myself, but for what its worth here are my two cents:

I feel like I'm just confused about drawing the line (...) between a platonic relationship and an exclusive relationship where one or more members are aromantic but are sexually attracted to each other

A lot of this comes down to the definition between the people involved, but basically: the average platonic relationship doesn’t involve sexual attraction. If there is platonic friendship and sexual attraction both present, but not romantic love, this might be a “friends with benefits” situation - which is almost always not exclusive - or, it might be something akin to a “queerplatonic” relationship.

A queerplatonic relationship is a defined/established and often exclusive relationship that people outside the relationship may observe as a romantic relationship. It is usually a couple, though it can be a group, of people who feel a strong commitment to each other without a sense of romantic love. Again, the platonic/romantic line is up to the people involved to discover for themselves, but essentially a QP is a particularly strong or deep friendship often associated with the desire to do things together that romantic couples would usually do, from sometimes involving cuddling and/or sex, through to living together and raising pets or even children together. This is why it can be very difficult to draw lines - all the lines are in our own hearts and minds!

I feel like the desire for intimate nonsexual touching like a hand on a cheek or forehead kisses is romantic and something I don't do with even my closest friends, but other ppl consider those things platonic.

This is a common thing to feel, I think. Everybody has different comfort levels and different behaviours. For example, in some Polynesian cultures, forehead touching is a common platonic greeting whereas a lot of Western folk would see it as quite an intimate, usually romantic thing. It’s up to you to explore within yourself whether that is a comfort level or practice, or an orientation (and these things often overlap; different people and cultures have different experiences of sexuality and gender for reasons far beyond our comprehension. What you feel and how you choose to label it is very personal, though exploring other peoples’ personal stories can help you navigate).

Personally, I would see those acts or the desire for them as romantic, but not inherently sexual. I notice that you have not distinguished sexual desire/love in your question. If you have perhaps combined it into your definition of romantic love, it may be helpful for you to consider them separately. They often coexist, but not necessarily. If you are interested in exploring your own orientation or relationships, consider aromanticism and asexuality. It may be that you in fact feel strong romantic attraction, but little sexual attraction, which may be the source of some of your confusion.

sometimes ppl say I'm too picky bc I don't tend to have frequent romantic crushes but I feel like my romantic attraction stems from friendship. 

Again, this is a very common thing. In fact, in my opinion, the best and healthiest romantic attraction/relationships - especially as distinct from sexual attraction - stem from friendship on some level; otherwise, you’re probably falling for someone you don’t know or over-romanticising them which can cause trouble down the line.

This is another point toward exploring romantic and sexual attraction separately. Many “crushes” are based on physical / sexual attraction on some level, moreso than friendship, as they tend to be related to people we don’t know well. If you feel like you don’t really develop a “crush” on someone unless you know them (or feel like you do, eg. ‘knowing’ a character on a TV show might allow you to crush on that character and/or their actor) & have developed a friendship with them, you might want to look into demisexuality. It is on the ace (asexual) rather than aro spectrum but it sounds like something that might relate to your experience.

I feel like the defining thing might be desire to commit to the other person. what is it called if the aromantic party in a relationship doesn't want their partner to have a romantic (not platonic) attachment to someone else

Both of what you’re referring to here comes under “queerplatonic”. As mentioned above it is a relationship that often looks like a romantic couple, but based on internal definition by the parties involved, is not actually a romantic relationship. From my research, the defining factor was commonly described as “a desire to spend one’s lives together” (but without romantic attraction). If you’re asking based on my fic Peas in a Pod, the reality is that QPs are very much like romantic relationships in the way that they, including their exclusivity, are defined by the people involved. How FitzSimmons define their QP is definitely not representative of all QPs and in fact, due to the highly committed nature of a QP, above and beyond a typical friendship, a significant majority of QPs are exclusive, just like many monogamous and even polyamorous romantic relationships.

*a slightly more complex note, if the aromantic party doesn’t want their partner to have a relationship with someone else, but the other person does want one, that’s an issue that the couple has to sort out and they may not be right for each other if that is the case. However, they can mutually agree to be exclusive, or potentially agree upon a polyamorous arrangement that balances their desires. In this case, the party with one aromantic partner and one romantic partner might identify themselves as part of both a QP, and a romantic couple, while the aromantic partner would only consider themselves part of the QP and the third party, only part of the romantic couple.

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Long story short: the line between platonic and romantic attraction is a difficult one, and we’ve been writing poems and novels and rom-coms about it for years, but in the end it’s up to each of us within ourselves. Separating platonic, romantic, and sexual attraction from each other can be helpful in exploring this and in particular, demisexuality is something you may wish to look into further, as are queerplatonic relationships. 

If you would like more information or resources, Jemma Simmons explores aromanticism in this fic, and I have included a lot of my research as well as sources themselves throughout. I’ve also been told that the narrative-ish format makes things easier to digest, for people who are exploring the subject.

I am but a humble fic writer so that’s what I have to offer, but if you’re thinking about aromanticism I recommend seeking out some aro bloggers who might help you out. Some that I know of include @unlessimwrongwhichyouknowimnot @just-a-funny-little-brain and @buskidsburgade. They may be willing to chat or direct you two some more aro (& maybe ace, if you think the ace spectrum might also be relevant to you) resources. And, of course, I am happy to help in any way I can.

#aromanticism #queerplatonic #lgbt+ #happy pride! #if anyone I've identified here wishes to be removed let me know #ask me stuff #Anonymous