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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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well since you asked so nicely, what are all your straw hats sexuality (and gender identity?) headcanons :D

ps you dont have to explain them all if it's too much for you ^^

I love you so much for this mwah mwah /p I love when people send me asks like this <33

: ̗̀➛ [Luffy] Sexuality: Aspec. I'm very, very specific with this so I would have to write a whole paragraph to explain it well, but I'll try to do it in fewer words. I used to headcanon Luffy as asexual but the demi-sexual headcanon is growing on me. Only sexual with Zoro, though. Like- I ship Luffy with more people but imo he only feels sexually attracted to Zoro. Something something 'the bond between a captain and his first mate'. Romantic attraction: I can see him being demi-romantic (once again only romantic with Zoro. Or Sanji, even) but I personally see their relationship very Aroaspec QPR. Aromantic and Demi-sexual with a very deep bond with his first mate and his cook. Gender: Transmasc. Demi-boy. He/They. I think he, like, resonates more with being a boy but still doesn't fit the binary enough to be one. And transmasc because. Well. Have you seen him?

: ̗̀➛ [Zoro] Sexuality: Homosexual. Gay. The gayest man you've ever seen. I think he's demi-sexual too in the sense that only Luffy or Sanji would make him go insane and aroused, but he would sleep with other men just because. Like fr, just because he can. Idk. Homosexual behavior everywhere. He's so fucking gay. If there was a gay contest between OP characters he would probably win or end up in a tie with Nami, Law, and Kid. Romantic attraction: Demi-romantic. This dude is obsessed with his captain only. First mate things. I seriously believe that being a first mate makes you inherently unable to fall in love with somebody else. Well, perhaps Sanji too, but I'm not that much of a Zosan so I don't think about how they would work. And still, he'd be Demiro anyway. Gender: Transmasc guy because, once again, have you seen him? Dude even has a scar on his chest. Man tits. Love him. He/Him.

: ̗̀➛ [Nami] Sexuality: Graysexual Lesbian. Some might argue with me on this because she has a different girlfriend every arc, but I honestly think that she only feels genuine sexual attraction sometimes and it's not often. Playfully flirting doesn't equal genuine sexual attraction. Romantic attraction: Grayromantic Lesbian. Because, once again, people might not agree with me, but I think she doesn't have crushes often and she falls into more of a romantic gray area. Never with men, though. God forbid. Never with men. That much is clear, I hope. Gender: Demi-girl. She/They. My babygirl. My girlboss. Like I said with Luffy, I think she embraces being a girl but still doesn't fall into that term exactly and doesn't mind They/Them or more androgynous looks/terms at all. In fact, she loves them.

: ̗̀➛ [Usopp] Sexuality: Bisexual. I love him. He be pulling blonde bitches everywhere and by blonde bitches I mean Kaya and Sanji. Something that always makes me and my BFF laugh is the fact that he's canonically very normal about women's bodies, unlike Brook or Sanji or even Franky. Like, he's pretty decent and respectful and he's, well, a normal human being. I appreciate the bare minimum when half of the characters are perverts sometimes. Romantic attraction: Birromantic. Pretty much the same thing I just said. Simple guy. So true, king. Although I like the Demi-romantic headcanon and I think he doesn't really get love at first sight and would be bothered by Sanji's view on this. I think Usopp is somebody who needs intimacy to develop a romantic crush on someone. So, yeah, I also like the demi-romantic thing but this could be just me trying to make everyone Arospec for no reason other than projecting. Gender: Non-binary. He/They but prefers They/Them, he just doesn't expect people to use those pronouns, and it isn't that big of a deal. Also transmasc. I'm obsessed with that, honestly. However, I think he wouldn't use the term Non-binary? I think he'd just use Unlabeled, perhaps.

: ̗̀➛ [Sanji] Sexuality: Bisexual with a high preference for girls. For obvious reasons. Romantic attraction: Birromantic too. He's a hopeless romantic. Believes in love at first sight and everything. Gender: Transfem. Genderfluid. Any pronouns. I love you, Sanji. You're real to me. And I'm not explaining my reasons for these headcanons because watching the show is enough for you to understand this, but between his trauma and Momoiro Island... Like... I know what you are, girly pop. The closet is glass and the egg is hatching and you need to come out. Oda, please, let her ou-

: ̗̀➛ [Chopper] This one's just, like, Chopper. Chopper is Chopper. I don't think about this much. He canonically likes female reindeer. I have nothing else to say. Gender? Little guy. Sexuality? Honestly, if somebody gives him a reindeer boyfriend I support that. So bisexual and birromantic, I guess. I don't know how it works for him. I don't think he cares. It's not that he's too young because he's canonically a teenager already, I just don't think they've encountered enough reindeer for me to form an opinion on this. Why the hell am I writing so much to say something so fucking stupid. I'm sorry. Let's move on.

: ̗̀➛ [Vivi] Sexuality: Demi-sexual Lesbian. I don't think she's ever thought about sex as something she wants or feels attracted to. At least not until Nami shows up. Romantic attraction: Lesbiab. Lebanese. Dyke. Bollera in Spanish. Girl kisser. Woman liker. Homosexual. No men allowed between her legs and her heart. Friend of Ellen, as Annie Edison would say. Gender: I think she's a cis girl. She/Her. Would literally punch violently anyone who misgendered somebody from the crew. My princess. My girlfriend, actually. Her pronouns are loveof/mylife.

: ̗̀➛ [Robin] Sexuality: Bisexual but also probably Graysexual because I don't think she feels attraction often and doesn't really get aroused if it doesn't come with other emotions. Preference for big, and gentle men. By big, gentle men I mean Franky and Jinbe. And by gentle I mean Brook. The four of them together, btw. Romantic attraction: Birromantic. I think she's just, like, vibing. Learning to love. She has so much trauma she deserves to be in a tender relationship and she just happens to be with four men but she knows how to appreciate a woman. Gender: Transfem. She/Her. You know those older trans women who give the most comforting, calm, mature energy in the world? That's Nico Robin. Gonna keep it SFW but she tops Franky 100%. And also helped Sanji with her transition. I love this. Please adopt me, Robin. She's perfect.

: ̗̀➛ [Franky] Sexuality: Bisexual. If a man doesn't know how to appreciate another man's beauty, then he isn't manly enough. Women are perfect. Men are perfect. He's wonderful. I love him. Romantic attraction: Birromantic. I swear to fucking god he has something going on with Jinbe and Brook and Robin. I am so not normal about them- Gender: Cis man but he'd probably consider being a cyborg a third, secret gender, so I'm gonna let him have that too. He/Him.

: ̗̀➛ [Brook] Sexuality: Bisexual classy grandpa. The fact that he's a gentle grandpa has a lot to do with his sexuality (no it doesn't). He might be a pervert around women but at least he supports consent, so, he's better than Sanji here. Romantic attraction: Grayromantic because I feel he doesn't get real crushes easily. Especially since his boyfriend (his former captain) died. The trauma he probably has around romance now, damn. Gender: Hear me out he's the most Unlabeled thing ever. He/They. He's just bones and most people don't even know how to tell the difference between sexes when it comes to bones. Robin is actually the only one who knows his AGAB and she doesn't care anyway, so. Gender norms are bullshit and he's just the Soul King.

: ̗̀➛ [Jinbe] Sexuality: Graysexual and Bi. He's somewhere there in the Ace spectrum. I just don't know where. I think he's, like, not that interested in bodies and sex? He would only have sex with somebody he loves and it wouldn't even be for the arousal and the attraction. Romantic attraction: Demi-romantic, which is not the same as gray. Because I think he'd need, like, to spend time with Robin/Franky/Brook to form a deep bond and then he'd slowly and gently start falling for them individually. I swear I am so normal. Please, they should adopt me. I want the four of them to be my parents. Gender: Cis man. He/Him. Biggest trans supporter in the whole fucking world.

The Going Merry is actually called the Going Liberal and the Thousand Sunny is technically the Theysand Sunny and with the help of their ships the straw hats are trying to find the Woke Piece.

#one piece always saying trans rights #okay you might notice that i'm projecting on most of them but i like aroaspec characters #one piece #strawhat pirates #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #usopp #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #nefertari vivi #nico robin #franky #brook #jinbe #not gonna tag the ships but yeah it's zolusan/sanuso/namivivi/and whatever the adults of this ship have going on

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kylejsugarman · 4 months

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what did baby think of demi when they first met? what did demi think of baby? how did demi cope with the loss of her sister as a new parent? did she start work at the clinic right away, or did she wait to look after baby? how did baby and demi cope in the weird Transitional period between samantha and josephine dying? did mason keep taking care of baby, or was it just demi? did baby start kindergarten so she would just have Supervision when the adults in her life couldn’t provide it? also, how did mason do with all these changes? sorry for a million questions that are all over the place, i just really like the Ayuluk Family Lore and wonder a lot about that sort of. uncertain period specifically… your ocs are so well fleshed-out and so interesting to me

are u kidding, never be sorry for a million questions about my oc’s i could literally talk about them Forever!! baby had met demi a couple of times whenever demi came home from school to visit her family and just sort of had a vague impression of her as “nice lady who looks like mom and grandma”. demi of course loved her niece and enjoyed seeing her with every visit, but she didn’t know a ton about her specific behaviors when she first moved back home. demi and baby really only had a few weeks to get to know one another better before samantha died, time that demi mostly spent getting her clinic set up and working with her family to try to figure out a recovery plan for samantha. very suddenly losing samantha to an overdose when demi had been working towards getting her sister some help was extremely traumatizing, but demi has always been the family member who absorbs everyone else’s pain and stress so she put her grief aside. she just focused on getting the funeral planned and dealing with now legally having custody of baby, which meant that demi truly never processed her sister’s death in a whole and complete way.

demi kept working on getting her clinic started without any delay because she knew that the family would need income on top of what mason was making. for a moment, things were almost okay, but then josephine died and life just kind of. went gray for all of them. demi continued not dealing with the deaths so she could perform all of the necessary duties and responsibilities required to keep their family afloat, which meant fading out of her life and not having many chances to bond significantly with baby other than caring for her on a loving but not quite personable level. mason had already stepped up by dropping out of high school to work and take care of his mom, but he had always been the optimist until sam and josephine died; he kind of dimmed after that and started smoking a lot more in his down time. he still took care of baby like he had done before, but it was just. Different yk?? and baby had already been a quiet kid but after the deaths, she basically stopped talking for a while and just stayed in her own little world. she did what she was told and was still willing to interact when necessary, but she mostly just stayed in her room. that was also when her sleep issues showed up and really started getting bad.

baby was put in kindergarten early so she could have adult supervision. demi and mason tried to spend as much time as possible with her, but with both of them working now, they couldn’t provide full time care. demi was never fully alone in taking care of baby since her brother was with her every step of the way, but she justifiably felt very lonely during this time and like there was no way for her to ever be a good parent to baby with this kind of start. it was the kind of thing she just couldn’t imagine them ever recovering from

#anonymous #these are such good questions im literally bouncing off the gd walls #thank u so much :’)#demi ayuluk #mason ayuluk #baby ayuluk #samantha ayuluk #josephine ayuluk

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twopoppies · 2 years

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Regarding Harry's sexuality

I will try to keep this short. But I can understand why people criticise him. Because I come from the same place. The main reason is that he's on the top of the world. He has got everything right now that an artist can only dream of. So it becomes hard to accept that he's closeted and this is not his chosen life. When I looked at his life from outside, he came to me as a hot singer, who changes girls like clothes but plays gay just because he doesn't want to lose any part of his fandom.

I grew up with Disney stars. Meh. But I watched Miley Cyrus being on the top of the world, where she was THE sensation, she owned that moment but after she realized that she's done as being on top and she's ok with just releasing music and being an average artist, she came out, dated different genders and she doesn't give a fuck about being on top. Same with Demi Lovato, she had her successful days, but got tired, came out and enjoyed being honest. Halsey who was very successful once is now ok being low-key, came out and enjoy doing music, troye Sivan came out even before starting his career and people accepted him very gladly. They are out, open and happy without any restrictions and mystery. And they don't want to be very successful anymore. They just want to enjoy doing music.

Now when it comes to artist who are still closeted or who wants to remain unlabeled, such artist just creates mystery around their sexuality, like Harry Styles, Conan Gray etc. And most people do not look into things too much. They don't follow celebrities to read between lines. Most people just enjoy their music and see things as they are. The public just go with the narrative that is being provided by the celebrity at the moment, because several celebrities came out in front of their eyes and it was fine for them.

So, a musician such as Harry who had got so much money at the moment that even if he decides to come out at the moment and industry get rids of him because of being gay he would still live a luxurious life. His contracts that binds him to a closet doesn't affect gp because people see him as a successful artist who can decide what to do with his life. If he's queer and he's not coming out but he decides to date older women with kids and flashes them in every show then it's his choice, who are we to protect him and fight for him, a grown ass man worth millions of dollars. But again if you look deep inside, you give your time, you see a totally different picture.

But this is the main problem with looking at whether someone comes out or not. Why does anyone else get to decide when someone else has reached the pinnacle of their career? Why does anyone else get to decide what someone else does with their life? Why does anyone decide for you, “oh you have enough fame, enough money, enough career challenges, enough goals met, enough joy in your career and life as it is. We think you would be happier and it would be good for everyone else if you now not only face public scrutiny about your sexuality, but also answer everything about it that we, the public, have opinions about. And do it to everyone’s satisfaction, otherwise we still will not accept you.”

I find it really curious that you feel “we” shouldn’t fight for him because he’s “a grown ass man with millions of dollars”, yet you expect him to give up everything so hoards of strangers get to feel more comfortable because now they know the gender of the people he sleeps with. Why? Because you’ve decided that he has “enough”? Would you say the same about Louis? Do you have a level where he’s got enough? Because you do realize Harry coming out before he’s ready would likely put Louis into the spotlight and either push him deeper into the closet as he denies their connection because he still has goals to meet, or force him to come out when he’s not ready.

Comparing Harry to any of these other people is apples and oranges. Beyond the argument over the level of fame any of them have, none of us know what goals/contracts/obligations etc any of them have as compared to Harry.

In reference to this and this

#harry’s sexuality

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abbyfmc · 2 years

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Yandere Demon! x Witch! Reader:

Haber, someone has asked me for this in my second book about yandere things, but I don't think that person has a tumblr to mention they.

Yandere: Other oc named Darius.

Warning: Pictures are not mine.

*(Y/n) PO.V*

Magic existed since time immemorial in the world and with it, witches and wizards, my family among them. Both good, or neutral, and evil witches and wizards. But there were also beings called "demons" and "semi-demons". Demons are totally immortal and predators of humans, while demi-demons, although they share that characteristic, can also eat human food and drink.

I grew up in a family of good wizards and sorcerers and some evil ones who dealt with different types of spells, among them those of the elements such as water, earth, fire, air and other types of magic such as black, which implies everything bad. , the white one that covers everything good, and the red one that covers the whole theme of love and passion. But I stood out as the first elemental witch capable of combining all the elements into a single type of magic.

Elemental magic.

--Daughter, I never thought you would be so powerful-- It was what my parents told me, especially because it was a time when women were very limited. They didn't practice elemental magic as much. My mother practiced the well-known "pink magic" which was a softer derivation of red magic that consisted of helping to consolidate a couple, although on the other hand, I have seen her work with some white magic spells while my father he practiced "neutral magic", that is, a middle or gray point between white magic and black magic, he did not always use it for good but he did not always use it for evil either. How did I learn to master elemental magic? That took years of practice and study where people addressed me in a very macho and misogynistic way, and a lot of "mistake and try again" situations, so I have a library full of information, but I knew I didn't I would survive, and that was even clearer to me when I left my parents' house and met my husband who was a young farmer and no, I didn't use magic to make him fall in love. He knew that I was a witch and I confided in him the secret that I was an elemental witch.

--I think there's bad news honey. There are people who envy you and are willing to use black magic on you and use demons to kill you and your family-- He was right, and more so when they killed my entire clan or family little by little, leaving only me and him alive at 17 years old and it was since then that I dedicated myself to studying immortality, achieving it a long time later, but unfortunately my boyfriend did not got that as he died sick in his bed. Shortly before he died, I prepared a spell that will help me so that when he reincarnates, I can restore his memory of his past life, but before giving him the spell, he told me this:

--Be careful love, a demon is looking for you and although you can no longer age, I recommend you take demonic blood to avoid its harmful attacks more easily-- I began to perceive a strange presence and by my abilities, I could see that this presence had a very dark aura, which makes me fear for myself, so after a while, I decided to ingest demonic blood at 27 years old but… something didn't work out very good.

The transformation wasn't 100% complete, so I was left as a demi-demon.

Time passed and that presence did not go away, but that did not prevent me from being able to improve my powers to dazzling levels, to the point of drawing the attention of my schoolmates, especially boys, and that was for years and years where I fought to that they would believe me that I was the first elemental witch.

--The first ruling witch of the four elements? That's amazing, I didn't expect a woman to do that-- One of the boys from the magic school asked me, and no, it's not hogwarts but it's quite well known, and in fact I'm about to become a teacher having tested my knowledge about the different types of magic with the evolution of time but I still have a few classes left in which I am classified as "the questioner" but it is really to know how much knowledge they have of magic.

And not only that, but my boyfriend was finally able to reincarnate in this century and thanks to my spell, he was able to recover his memory but when I was going to provide him with demon blood, he said he wasn't ready.

--Honey don't worry I'll let you know when I'm ready-- I nodded, put the syringe with demon blood in a special box, and went to my training classes to be a teacher, where a new instructor arrived with an aura that I recognize and that I don't like at all.

--Sorry for the delay guys-- A young and elegant-looking man entered, tall, pale skin, hair the same color, since he was albino and reddish eyes, and no, his face is not familiar to me, but his aura… GOD it's the same that was haunting me literally a century ago.

--I am Mr. Darius Luckman, nice to meet you-- I know where that aura comes from and so does my boyfriend and yes, I know I said that I hope to become a teacher, but for that I am taking other training classes… kind of like training.

Then he looks at me carefully for a few seconds and tells me to introduce myself, I do, and so on with each one.

Things will get difficult here.

--Dear-- I approached my boyfriend, who was waiting for me in the cafeteria, at a table already with his food.

--Yes? Something happens?-- He knows when I'm nervous, which is not very normal, since having been alive for quite some time thanks to my being a demi-demon and my abilities as an elemental witch… it's hard to see me like this.

--Do you remember that demon you said a long time ago that could put me in danger?-- He nodded and his face paled so I think he already suspects that this supposed demon is around here, and I'm worried since I don't know what he can do to the other teachers, my students and even the principal, because yes, everyone knows me and they know that although I am quite old despite my young appearance, I have enough power, but I suspect that this demon is the one that was chasing me or is another with a similar appearance.

--Yes, do you think the new training teacher is him?-- I nodded again. One thing I forgot to mention is that my boyfriend controls blue magic, that is, he can connect with the plane of the spirits and be able to channel his energies for different purposes, although he still has it in practice. I have a theory that it was thanks to her that she was able to see the negative energy of that new teacher.

--Yes, I think so and… I am concerned about the students and other teachers-- I'm not one of those who simply seek to surpass them all and fill my ego, I just want to pass on my knowledge and I don't want that demon to harm my students.

*Darius Luckman PO.V*

I've been alive for over three centuries, five or so I think four, being a converted demon when I was 35 or so older, and I was raised under mostly black and red magic, so I come from times where the catholic church it was much more deceitful with people until the demons, witches, sorcerers, and semi-demons came along as they became completely ridiculous back in the late middle ages.

I was a prince, but one day demons attacked my castle, me and well… here I am. They forced me to take demonic blood and in my case, the transformation from human to demon was 100% complete but times have changed and so has my monarchy though… one night, while I was stalking people from my town, I discovered her she.

She was a witch, but from the conversation I overheard she was the "first elemental witch". At first I didn't believe it, but then I was spying on her practicing her magic and it was true but she seems to have realized that my presence has been close to her, so… she totally disappeared and I haven't smelled her again. aroma, which makes me think that she disappeared it.

--Maybe I can't find you but with my black magic I got rid of your little boyfriend-- Not only did I end her family, but with my magic, I made her boyfriend seriously ill little by little until his death but now that… my monarchy was transformed into a dark kingdom by me, and I prepared to prepare to instruct the bad in that school of magic after "hunting time" and… I finally found her, and how do I keep my castle? Well… let's just say that anyone who tries to dethrone me, destroy the castle or steal from me, will be gravely cursed for generations or immediately killed and devoured by me. As was the case with a pair of twins who for trying to kill me, even knowing that you can't kill a demon, I cursed them by turning them into my demon minions, in what way? Dooming them to watch over the castle like gargoyles in plain sight unless I call upon them for a favor.

'You pair of vermin' I said at the entrance of the castle, at night and in that I see that they move and fly down towards me until they are in front of me.

'What is your order?' One of them asked me, to which I took out a garment with still fresh blood from a man who tried to kill me.

'Sniff him, chase his scent and bring him to me' They obeyed me, and took flight in the night air.

--I finally found you, elemental witch-- I whispered watching her walk away…wait a second…is that the same boyfriend from that time? But I do remember cursing it, and it was over a century ago! Could it be that he reincarnated? Yes… most likely, but will he remember? I don't think so unless she had helped him. She seems to have not only not been reincarnated, but… she never grew old or died, which makes me more interested in her.

*(Y/n) PO.V*

Time has passed and my boyfriend and I have agreed that this demon is the presence I felt in the past.

--Not only that honey, look-- I have given him permission under my supervision to use my crystal ball and there he shows me a series of murdered students, with which I was horrified and then would downplay it if it were not for the fact that all the victims I saw here agreed that they were in love. from my. Then I was discovering with the passing of approximately 6 months that this demon wanted something from me.

--Miss, do you have something to say?-- He asked me. I was the intern for a "questioning" teacher, but now I began little by little to answer her in a cold way, sometimes angry and even a bit sharp, and how not to do it? if many students are disappearing.

--Well I guess I should relax-- I said taking off all my clothes as soon as I entered my little private lake in my house since my bathtub had been damaged and it would take a while to replace it according to my boyfriend.

--Uff, a little cold, but relaxing-- I dived again and again and swam a little in the small lake of my house until I felt again that same presence and that same dark aura that I have tried to avoid.

--Who's there?-- I got out of the lake and quickly looked for my clothes or so I tried since something emerged from the water and grabbed me from behind, but obviously I used my elemental magic, in this case the water to get away from…Darius Luckman?! But it looked very different. He had horns protruding from his forehead, the normal white part of his eyes is darker, and he has piercing reddish eyes like the first day he stepped foot in the institution of magic.

--Go go go, my victim is not bad at all-- He looks at me lewdly from top to bottom and as I walk further back, he gets closer and… yes, he's naked unlike me that at least I put on the towel and got hostile to at least try to get him away from me. my home.

--What is he supposed to do here?-- The elemental magic that I seek to prepare to attack alongside my demonic side is that of fire and he seems to notice it and then smiles evilly.

--Let's say I was bored and I came to pay you a face-to-face visit on my part-- It must be said that he has a seductive appearance that he is not shy about showing unlike me, since I am covering myself with the towel without wearing anything underneath. I tried to tell him to go away but he tried to corner me and with my attacks… I got ready to take him away from my house and at that moment I showed my semi-demon features.

--Hmm… wow, I suspected you weren't quite human and wow, you weren't-- He seemed to regenerate from my attacks easily, but I wouldn't give up, also, I know thanks to my crystal ball that he has been obsessed with me and that it was he who made my boyfriend seriously ill in his past life until he died.

--I also knew that you weren't human, now get the hell out of here!-- He fought to get close to me and I fought to get him away from my home and when I did, I put on an even stronger camouflage and protection spell and then went into my house and dressed.

*Narrator PO.V*

Things were getting worse.

You became frivolous towards him, but he became even more obsessed with you when you answered him in such a curt way in the institution, and even more so when you finally managed to become a teacher but… your students were killed or at least those who were in love with you , and you found out through your crystal ball that Darius had killed them, and your boyfriend too, and that he was terribly obsessed with you.

Apparently he got angry when you didn't pay attention to him and on the outskirts of your house you felt his presence and even saw him and something told you that it wouldn't take long to break that magical shield of protection that your house has, he followed you home, and even a Once he tried to take advantage of you when you were near your domain but you attacked him with your air element powers. But…

It happened… and after a long fight… he kidnapped you in his domain.

--Finally you will be mine-- He carried you like a sack of potatoes while he made his wings on his back come out, giving flight to his great and gloomy castle.

You woke up in a kind of dark dungeon, except for a tiny little window with thick iron bars that let you see that it was a full moon night or something like that outside, and a small torch.

--What is this place?-- You tried to go through the door but there was some kind of magical barrier that prevented you.

--Ouch! what the fuck?-- That barrier made you fall backwards, and you got scared to feel the same dark presence, so you turned and saw it.

--Good night princess-- He smiled evilly as he seductively approached you.

--Why did you bring me here? Do you plan to eat me?-- You were scared but you were also prepared to attack, something that caused him grace and tenderness that someone small like you, both in size and age, wanted to challenge him. He even cornered you against the wall.

--Cause you're mine, you should know-- He explained to you how obsessed he was with you since the century he discovered you and that he was the one who killed your family and cursed your boyfriend in that life until he killed him but giving you the opportunity that every time he reincarnates he can remember his previous life with you, that he killed and ate all your students and companions. Obviously you were afraid of him and you didn't want him to keep killing anyone, until you had an idea.

--It's okay, I agree to be yours-- He smiled pulled you to him to kiss you and make you his all night, biting you, thrusting at you and listening to your moans, and groping you.

--With this I indicate that… ngh! You're mine-- You hoped it wouldn't kill you, and no, it wouldn't because you're not fully human anymore.

*Some time later*

You would dedicate yourself to continue studying and perfecting your magic, while trying to "control" a demon or at least persuade him not to continue killing students.

'Well, I'll try to sneak into his mind when he's at school, so he won't kill anyone' You tried to perfect your magic first with rodents and crows that you found in the garden, at the same time that you tried to keep him happy out of fear since you hardly had any demon and he was a powerful demon in his entirety who used his red magic to make you yield to him lustfully whenever he wanted.

'Come on, there must be some way I can get into his mind without him noticing' Entering the mind of a demon or semi-demon is difficult due to the strength they possess, which indicates that you would have a lot of work ahead of you.

-The end.

#yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere love #tw yandere #yandere #yandere male #cw yandere #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere demon x reader #witch reader #one shot #fanfiction #fanfics #yandere writing

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Rachelle’s (Rachel) Character Sheet

Inspired by the two beautiful and amazing @tinkabelle24 with Val Scott and @miss-andromeda with Andi Rhodes! 🤭

WARNING: There may be themes that could trigger so please be care while reading (Mentions: Bullying and brief sexual harassment)

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Face Claim: Katherine Langford

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Name: Rachelle (Rachel) Aria Jones O’Neil

Meaning: It’s a French name, meaning “Lamb”. Often people assume that because it looks and sounds a bit like Rachel that it is the same name and the same meaning, this is not so. The name Rachel in the Hebrew for female sheep or ewe and, although it is the root name for Rachelle, they do have differing meanings. Often people need to be reminded that the extra ‘I’ and ‘e’ are not just for decoration.

Age: This all takes into the TMNT 2014/2016 timeline which in this au I have made April and Casey a bit older so it would mean that April was with the baby turtles at the time even more longer, as Rachel starts at 15 years old in 2014 film, later on she is 16 years old during the 2016 film, and 17 years old on the aftermath of the 2016 film

Birthdate: December 4th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Physical Traits:

Height: 5’2”

Hour glass body but is cautious with her chest size as she has had a few incidents where men were very disrespectful and gets cat-called

Soft Ivory Skin, light rose cheeks

In the 2014 film, she had medium/long semi-wavy hair golden brown hair with bangs always in a ponytail but in the 2016 film, she has short/medium shoulder length, straight golden brown hair with bangs in a ponytail and etc.

In 2014 film, she has brown hazel eyes but in the 2016 film; her eye color can change between completely light gray or her original eye color

Has many small beauty marks all over her body and a few on her face (Two under the corner of her right eye and one under the corner of her left eye)

Style: She’s always in a shirt with pants/shorts but if she’s feeling it/ in a good mood/ performs she’ll wear skirts and dresses.

2014 film: 4 different outfits shown

When April comes home about remembering the turtles: Gray hoodie, black shorts, knee-high socks, two low ponytails

First encounter with the turtles: White shirt, navy high-waist jeans, black Converse, high ponytail w/bangs

Performance after stopping Shredder: (Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson/Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne/Heart Attack by Demi Lovato) White polo shirt, black cargo pants, Timberland boots, Dutch braid w/bangs

After performance, meeting up with the turtles: Black hoodie, wavy hair w/bangs, dark gray leggings, black Converse

(Performances are from her high school)

2016 film: 6 different outfits shown

(This would take a few days before the 2016 film starts) High school uniform -Navy blue blazer w/school logo, white short sleeve button up shirt, navy blue with multi colored white/orange/yellow outlined pleaded skirt, multi colored white/orange/yellow tie-, and shoulder length hair w/bangs

(Exposes her powers when the turtles come back from the Knicks game; Splinter already knows about her powers btw) Red t-shirt, light blue high-waist skinny jeans, red Converse, small bun

(Performing while being grounded for keeping powers hidden but Raphael helps her sneak out and performing with her best friends, it goes into Shredder’s escape) Cheer Up by TWICE (Sana’s light teal/white dress outfit)/4 Walls by F(x) (Luna’s red top navy blue pants outfit) /Me Gustas Tu by GFRIEND (Yerin’s blue jumper outfit)/Gold by Britt Nicole (Pastel pink off the shoulder shirt, white high-waist skinny jeans, white Converse, hair down)

(Shows up with the turtles when the turtles meet Casey/also when the turtles come back from the police station exposed) Lilac/white pleaded dress knee length, white Converse, hair down

(Fighting with Jax, Shredder’s son during Krang fight -Story later on-) -Just think about Winx Club Bloom’s Bloomix outfit but in hues of red and her hair is grown long just during her form- -I still don’t have an official art of it so ye TvT-

(Turtles get rewarded the key to the city) Cream/light beige sweater, black knee length skirt, black leggings, timberland boots

Personality: Rachel is a nice person by default, April and Casey showed her how to care a lot for her family and friends, she has been bullied at a very young age (4-5 years old) but she didn’t let it get to her (until 6-7th grade) as her best friends (Mackenzie, Taliana, Leah, Millyanna, and Oliver) where there for her as she would be there for them. She respects everyone (especially to Splinter, elementary teacher, and her high school art teacher) unless they lose that respect because she WILL show the same attitude to that person.

She was tested in 3rd grade as a “gifted” and with an IQ of 148, making her a genius but at times she thinks like a rock, as with that intelligence she can be sarcastic without realizing it at certain moments. She has also bring herself down if she can’t understand a situation which makes her panic and have extreme anxiety because she doesn’t want to let anyone down. She has a very good memory as she can remember things at the age of 2 years old and at times it scares Casey because she says it with high details, April got used to it since Rachel helps her with her reports and would say the most random things.

Also, with her anxiety it has make it difficult for her to connect with people (especially when she met the turtles) and whenever it has to do with a project at school, she’ll panic for days but it all goes away when she is reminded that she can do it. If someone gets her in a bad mood, she’ll lose it and start being rude to others around her so at times she just stays in her bedroom so she wouldn’t hurt anyone with her words (later on her powers).

She has always wanted a relationship with her special someone which turned out to be a huge turtle with short-tempered but she still loves him as she has found ways to calm him down. She’s has become more open to him and the other turtles and talk like if they known each other since childhood. And as it goes on, she’ll always have them as her family and she’ll forever be grateful for them all.

Some of Her Favorites:

Color: Pastel colors and red

Music: K-pop, J-pop, Lofi, and Pop

Book: Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell

Hobbies: Drawing, Singing, Dancing, Reading, spending time with Raphael, and being a menace to Leonardo cuz why not

Relationships with Others:

Mom, April O’Neil: She is very close to her mom as she has been with her since birth and is very protective of her, at times she would take her journalistic duties majority of her time and not look at Rachel for days which she has regretted doing but it did make them distant for a long time as until meeting the turtles. Later on, when she found out about Rachel’s powers; she felt like Rachel didn’t trust her to even explain to her which led them to have a huge argument and they didn’t talk to each other for days until Rachel found out she was in jail because of the turtles breaking into police headquarters; they regain their trust in each other and start to have that mother-daughter relationship that they started with

Dad, Casey Jones: She has made it possible to be daddy’s baby forever as she would do anything to be with Casey when she was little (calling him from elementary school to take her out cuz she is “too smart” which was true). Even with his job as a police officer, he made it possible to not miss anything that was going on in Rachel’s life; he just didn’t expect that a 6’5” ninja turtle would become his daughter’s boyfriend, now that made him lose it. But he just wanted to make her happy and let her know that he is happy for her. Also, didn’t expect his daughter to have powers which he was chill about but still cautious.

Mackenzie & Jax: Both of them are Shredder’s children and twins but they are still close to Rachel as they also have powers and even fought with her against their own father besides Jax as he was secretly following his father’s wishes

Leah & Oliver: Also siblings and Rachel’s friends with powers, they help as much as they can so Rachel wouldn’t have to stress to much as Rachel is the “Chosen one”

Taliana: Also friend with powers, she and Rachel have been friends 1st grade when Rachel found her getting bullied but after that they have been very close. Taliana also helps Rachel a lot with her calculations and other materials that seem too complicated for her

Millyanna: Millyanna and Rachel have a sister relationship as Rachel helps her so much and helps her with her confidence. Even though she is just like Pinky Pie from My Little Pony, she also has her serious moments with her powers while fighting alongside Rachel

Miscellaneous Information:

Rachel has been diagnosed with ADHD and Anxiety Disorder (Later on gets diagnosed with Depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) but isn’t talked as much in the storyline

She has fire powers (Fire flames, lava, magma, etc.), telekinesis, and gravity powers, voice changer power (Lets her talk like someone else’s voice) and her weapon that she uses is a bow and arrows which she can light them on fire and a sniper because she played too much Call of Duty

She does use she/they pronouns and is Bi but uses she/her pronouns because she doesn’t want to deal with people and their actions towards her

Voice Claim: Jenna Ortega

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Songs Matching Her Character:

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This may have taken 2-3 days but it was so worth it lol 💗

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danpuff-ao3 · 4 months

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my year in fic

Thanks for the tag @wolfpants! I've needed to do a roundup post for the year, and your post was a good reminder to do so! I've accomplished a lot in 2023, but specifically looking at fics...I've written 27(ish) fics this year, and surpassed 100 fics total this year! 182,231 (posted) words. I wrote several fics I've long wanted to write. And 3 fics from this year jumped right up to my Top 10 favorites (if not top 5!) 2023 has been a good year for writing, I think! And I can't wait to see what I accomplish in 2024.

Tagging: anyone who wants in, but please tag me! I'd love to see what everyone did this year!

Again (and Again)

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 700. Art by A_Loveunlaced (@a-loveunlaced).

Unspeakable Snape catches Auror Potter snooping around the Department of Mysteries.

White Lies & Silver Bells

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 2,768. Christmas. Secret relationship. Foot fetish. Bottom Snape. Demi Harry. Fluff & angst & smut. Hoggywartyxmas 2022.

Minerva is angry. Harry is smitten. Severus is afraid. Just another Christmas at Hogwarts!

profane, holy

Harry/Severus, Neville/Severus, Draco/Severus, Blaise/Severus, Percy/Severus, Cedric/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 666. Underage. Rape/non-con. Power imbalance. HP Chan Fest 2023.

5 boys Severus seduced, and 1 who seduced him.

Cruel Summer

Harry/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 5,445. Minor Snarry. Rape/non-con. Grooming. Emotional manipulation. Dysfunctional relationship. Extremely dubious consent. Ambiguous/open ending. Features art by MrVillain (@mrviran).

Sirius rescues Harry. Number Twelve is a different sort of Hell than Number Four.

Valentine's Victor

Harry/Severus. Mentions of Harry/Ginny. Rated: G. Words: 46. Letters. Humor. Poetry.

Severus is the Prince of Petty. I mean Poetry.

Amortentia

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 300. Pre-slash. Student/teacher. Hogwarts 6th year.

Harry dreams of love.

Killer's Caress

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 300. Pre-slash. Student/teacher.

Potter’s magic is a killer’s caress.

Kiss and Control

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 400. Kissing. Erotica.

Part your lips a bit more, I'll swallow your fear.

Washes & Wishes

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 300. Bathtubs. Domestic fluff. Romance. No smut just nudity.

Harry and Severus take a bath.

Amor Aetnerus

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 500. MCD. Underage. Student/teacher. Tragedy. True love.

Harry and Snape belong together.

Lovestruck

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,343. Secret relationship. Ceraunophilia. Thunderstorms. Contempt-verse. Kinkuary 2023.

It’s only Harry and Severus in all the world, or so it seems. OR: It's Valentine's Day, and they're in Germany for a potions conference, but alone in the hotel while a storm rages outside, they might be anyone, anywhere.

Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 3,695. Underage. Size kink. Small penis. First time. Implies Snarry. Kinkuary 2023.

Draco is trapped with Sirius at Number Twelve, the summer between fifth and sixth year. He's a shiny new toy Sirius can't resist.

Hatefuck

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,166. Rough sex. Love/hate. Implied cheating. Contempt-verse. Kinkuary 2023.

Loathing is the easy part.

The Virgin Bride

Draco/Voldemort. Rated: E. Words: 5,337. Underage. Rape/non-con. Ambiguous age. Rough sex. Violence. Auction. Punishment. Manipulation. Forced prostitution. Minor/implied Snarry. HP Chan Fest 2023.

Lucius pushes Voldemort too far. Voldemort retaliates...and uses Draco to do so.

The Perfect Shade of Purple

Albus/Tom. Rated: E. Words: 1,101. Underage. Cockwarming. Ambiguous age. Kinkuary 2023.

Who's using who?

Allure

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,973. A/B/O. Heat cycles. Omega Severus.

Never has Harry been able to pin Severus down. Mystery is part of the allure. Sequel to Obscene.

Devotion

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 25,843. Cheating. Background Hinny. Unhealthy relationships. Self-hatred. Mental health issues. Enemies to lovers. Obsession. POV Severus Snape. Ambiguous/open ending. Contempt-verse. Snarry-a-Thon 2023.

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much?

Wisdom in Temptation

Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,581. Drapple. Virginity loss. Secret relationship. HP Fruit Fest.

Draco snacks on fruit. Sirius snacks on Draco. Sequel to Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Sunkissed

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,939. Background Hinny. Cheating. Secret relationship. Fluff & angst. HP Fruit Fest. Contempt-verse.

There is no room for beauty here. Still, Severus covets.

The Golden Apple

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,469. Mpreg. Fluff & angst.

Severus' life is ruined. Can be read as a sequel to Choice but can also be read as a standalone.

The Curse of Anteros

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 53,443. Underage. Student/teacher. Auror/prisoner. Time skips. POV Alternating. Animal transformations. Animagus bestiality. Curses. Background Relationships. Angst with a happy ending. Romance. True love. Magical theory. Magical creatures. Years: 1996-2036. Art by MrVillain (@mrviran). Snarry Bang 2023.

When Harry is cursed, he seeks out Severus Snape. They have a long history behind them, after all, and they've always had so much between them. Who else would he go to?

Hyacinth Wild

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,403. Underage. Student/teacher. Sex pollen. Dubious consent. Ambiguous age. Non-linear narrative. Ambiguous/open ending. Kinktober 2023. HP Flowers - Autumn Round 2023.

Neville brings sex pollen to a inter-House party, and Harry wakes up in Professor Snape's bed.

smile with sweet surprise

Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Rated: E. WIP. Words: 13,655. Chapters: 3/5. Underage. Stepdad Snape. Infidelity. Virginity loss.

Chapter 3 posted in 2023.

Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.

Wasted for Love

Harry/Severus. Harry/Hermione/Ron. Rated: E. WIP. Words: 9,620. Chapters: 3/25. Polyamory. Closed triad. Established relationship. Temptation. Fidelity issues.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione are living happily ever after 5 years after the war. That is until the Prince returns, and with him all of the turmoil and temptation from the past.

A Taste for You

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. WIP. Words: 5,374. Chapters: 3/?. Sugar Daddy Harry. Bottom Snape. Postwar. Dubious consent. Self-hatred.

Severus Snape has been down on his luck since the war ended. Enter: Harry Potter. With no other causes to occupy his time, he makes Severus an offer he can't refuse; but Severus can't help but wonder: what is it the boy really wants?

War and Heartbreak

Neville/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 880. Background Snarry. Cheating. Heartache. Angst. Unrequited love. Student/teacher. HP No Nut November 2023.

When Harry asked Neville to look after Snape, he probably didn’t mean this.

Sweet Nothing

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,080. Underage. OotP. Forced bonding. Virginity loss. Ritual. Sex magic. Voyeurism. HP Deflower December 2023.

It's up to Harry to save the day, as always. This time that means getting married and getting fucked.

#danpuff writes #self recs #snarry #drarius #riddledore #dracomort #sneville #golden triad

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a-basket-of-muses · 7 months

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Muses

OCs

Carell

Name: Carell

Age: Mid twenties

Race: Half-demon

Sexuality: Homosexual

Description: Honey blonde hair that lights to a light golden in the summer and darkens to near brown in the winter.

Height: 5’9” or 175.26 cm

Forms: Human (illusion), Base: mostly human looking but with the traditional fox ears/tail/claws, Fox: Large ears with gold eyes, a marble colored coat in a mix of white, gray, silver but all four paws and legs are pitch black

Personality: Untrusting and rude at first meeting. He’ll generally be short or sarcastic with people he doesn’t know well. If you get to know him, he’ll still be sarcastic but he’ll be more willing to talk and show emotion.

TW: ABUSE

Backstory: Carell doesn’t remember much. Just that he was in the care of his father who abused and raped him as a child until he was somewhere in his teens. Then he was sold to the slave trade where he spent his young adult life in the possession of different masters. He escaped his last master by killing him and now makes a living anyways he can.

Occupation: Because of his past he’s usually a prostitute. However, he will sometimes be in construction or will even design jewelry.

Likes: Dancing, singing, music, fighting. He loves to move and use his body and can use it well. So he will sometimes combine music and dancing. Music is also his passion. He doesn’t just listen and enjoy music he FEELS it.

Dislikes: Being dirty, being in a dirty place, or someone trying to control him. He’s fiercely independent

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. Largely because Carell’s past is the same in just about every verse. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

Brandon

Name: Brandon Avalon

Age: Mid Twenties

Race: Human

Sexuality: Pan or Demi?

Height: 5’11” or 180.34 cm

Description: Brown hair, cut short so it stays out of his eyes, which are also brown

Forms: Human

Personality: Kind and selfless. He's the kind of guy that will go out if his way to smile and talk to someone if it looks like they're having a bad day regardless of what's going on with him.

TW: ABUSE/SUICIDE

Backstory: His mother died giving birth to him, so he never met her. He had an older brother that he looked up to and practically worshiped. His father's second wife would abuse his older brother until his brother eventually committed suicide, leaving a note that explained everything. She went to jail and his father divorced her. So for a while it was just him and his father. He didn't get another stepmother until he was 17, but he loved her and she loved him. However, tragedy struck again when his father and stepmother were hit by a drunk driver and killed. Leaving Brandon completely on his own. To add insult to injury his family was never very financially stable, so his parents' untimely deaths saddled him with a lot of debt.

Occupation: He works as a barista in the morning, a short order chef in the afternoons/evenings and at night he'll work as a bartender.

Dislikes: Drunks and assholes. Anyone that will take advantage of someone else for their own gain.

Likes: Cooking is his love, dreams of one day running his own kitchen.

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

Byron

Name: Byron Setter

Age: Early Thirties

Race: Human/Werewolf

Sexuality: Pan

Height: 6’3” or 190.5 cm

Description: Dark brown hair, with a matching beard that is kept well maintained and appropriately trimmed. Blue eyes colored more like a winter sky. So they're quite pale.

Forms: Human, Wolf: Mostly reddish brown with yellow eyes. Has a stripe(blaze) of white running between his eyes down to his nose.

Personality: He's a goofy/funny kind of guy. He'd prefer it if everyone around him was smiling and laughing.

Backstory: Of all my muses he had the most normal upbringing. He lived comfortably in middle-class as a child and has a good relationship with his parents and much older sister. His parents are now retired and are living in Paris. Though his parents are quite "old-fashioned" and tried to push gender norms on their kids it didn't always work. His sister would often teach Byron how to cook and would even paint his nails. He did go to college and now has a teaching degree.

Occupation: As stated in his backstory Byron has a degree in teaching. He specifically teaches English/Literature, usually in high school, but will teach younger kids. He won't teach higher than high school because that would require him to go back to school for a higher degree and he feels like he doesn't have the time.

Dislikes: Abusive, neglectful parents. Anyone that tries to question his teaching methods or shows that they themselves are uneducated.

Likes: Teaching his kids, dogs, reading. He'll even do knitting or cross-stitch if he has time.

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

Aiden

Name: Aiden

Age: 150 years, or there about?

Race: Dragon

Sexuality: Hetero-flexable

Height: 5’10” or 177.8 cm

Description: Very average looking. Brown hair/eyes. Nothing particularly remarkable about him. He uses this to hide in plain sight

Forms: Human, Dragon: As large as a small house (yes he’s on the smaller side) with violet scales and orange eyes, both colors holding a burnt hue. Similar to a sunrise/set

Personality: Easy-going sort of guy. He doesn’t usually let things bother him. Though he does get a bit jumpy wherever someone talks about dragons still existing.

Backstory: He was born in a clutch of seven. He and his siblings often ran around and played in the fields and valleys. Aiden took to the sky first, having an affinity for air. When it was nearly time for him to be recognized as an adult his homeland was attacked. Dragon hide and fangs are valuable after all. Aiden took off, fleeing like several others. The rest were killed and the fields they cultivated and played in were burned with a cursed fire. Ensuring nothing else would grow there ever again.

Occupation: Aiden works as a street vendor. He uses his own shed scales to make necklaces, bracelets, charms or will just sell the scales as they are.

Dislikes:

Likes:

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

Hotaru

Name: Hotaru

Age: Somewhere between 200 and 300 looks like she's in her twenties.

Race: Demon (Half cat, half fox)

Sexuality: Demi

Height: 5’2” or 157.48 cm

Description: Bloor red hair that drags the ground and spring green eyes

Forms: Human (real), Base: Rounded cat ears and a fluffy fox tail, claws, Fox: Traditional red fox with brown lowlights and eyes, Cat: Pure black with yellow eyes and a long slender tail.

Personality: Very polite to anything and anyone. She tends to speak very formally, especially to people she doesn't know well. But be warned, she's no pushover. She has a spine of titanium and isn't afraid to cut you down if you cross her.

Backstory: Hotaru was born to a cat mother and a fox father, who had their own farm. Both of her parents had the ability to manipulate plants. So growing vegetables was a good way for them to earn a living. Her siblings all got powers similar that would help them in a profession or in combat (as most demons prefer to fight) Water, plants, poison. Hotaru herself gained the ability to heal with her hands. An ability that is rare for any demon, but is almost unheard of for cats and foxes, both races being more combat focused. To celebrate they decided to go to a festival at a nearby town. But the town was attacked by a fire welding demon that burned everything down. She was the only survivor. Now on her own she wondered, wondering how she would survive, only to later be kidnapped and trained to be an assassin. After nearly a century there she used her skills to escape. She was able to establish herself in a human settlement as a healer, earning money from donations. Now in modern times she is quite wealthy and has gone to school several times for medicine, though she doesn't outright practice. Instead she runs her own combination of apothecary, flower shop, and aromatherapy center.

Occupation: Business owner, aromatherapist.

Dislikes: Fire. She's been terrified of fire ever since her family was killed.

Likes: She loves flowers and being able to help people.

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

Constance

Name: Constance

Age: Early Twenties

Race: Mermaid

Sexuality: Straight

Height 5’6” or 167.64 cm

Description: Black hair to about mid-back and green eyes

Forms: Human, Mer: Upperbody looks mostly human. Eyes are a solid color, she has a second row of razor sharp teeth and her tail begins mid abdomen, covered in dark purple and blue scales with bright pink scales scattered throughout.

Personality: Generally naive and shy but gets confident and determined when she’s out on the field.

Backstory: She was found as a baby trapped in some fishing nets. The man that owned the net took her home to his wife and after being dry for an hour her tail split and became legs. She was never hurt by her parents, but was kept under strict conditions. In order to keep her from ever going into the water again she was told that she's allergic to water, so she can only ever have a sponge bath and that the scales that form on her legs when she cleans up are hives.

Dislikes:

Likes: Running is her favorite activity. So much so that she's on the track and field team. As long as she doesn't fall behind on her grades.

Occupation: College student. General studies because even though her parents want her to be a doctor, she doesn't know what she wants to do.

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

Jason

JASON IS NOT FULLY MADE!! INTERACTING IS HOW HE GETS FLESHED OUT!

Name: Jason

Age: 3-400?

Race: Phoenix

Sexuality: ???

Height: 6'3 or 182.88 cm

Description: Black hair cut short and neat, pale skin and bright blue eyes.

Forms: Human, Avian: primary wings are the same shade of blue as his eyes in human form with highlights of pale blue and lowlights of black. His eyes also turn black.

Personality: Stoic and reserved. Doesn't always show emotion and if he does it's only with those he's very close with.

Backstory: He's a soldier, something of a spy or infiltrator so he's very good at following orders without question, even if he disagrees with those orders. He's burned and been reborn six times, mostly from life threatening injuries he got on the job, but at least twice was because he simply got too old.

Dislikes:

Likes:

Occupation:

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

Canon

Please note that my canon muses will not be 100% I will play them as on point as I can, but I will also play crack with them!

D. Gray-Man:

Kanda

Name: Yuu Kanda

Age: 9 (Chronologically), 19 (Physically), Probably around 30-40 (Actuality)

Race: Artificial Human

Sexuality:

Height: 5'11" or 152.4 cm

Description: Long black hair, with hints of blue in certain light that he prefers to keep tied up in a ponytail with two medium length locks that hang down on either side on his face and dark blue eyes.

Forms: Human

Personality: Cold and quick to anger, but he's not heartless. He maybe blunt but he's there for his friends.

"You're a strong woman."

Backstory: Kanda was originally an Exorcist that was killed along with his lady love (Probably somewhere in his late teens/early twenties). He was forcibly reborn by the Church to see if an accommodator that was killed could still use Innocence because they needed soldiers (Hence his young chronological age). After being reborn he meets and become friends with a boy named "Alma" who is his love reborn (they were both exorcists). Alma saw their real bodies and went crazy and Kanda regained SOME of his memories. And because I don't want to type it all out (seriously go read the books) Kanda kills Alma and works as an exorcist for several years, searching for his love. Eventually figures out that Alma WAS his love after meeting again (and fighting to the death) and he and Alma "die" together. Except regret keeps Kanda from resting peacefully so he returns to the Order.

Dislikes: Crowds, blue skys, naïve people, and CROWs (Order special forces)

Likes: Gardening, training, soba, meditaion, and camping

Occupation: Exorcist

Verses: Honestly there are so many verses people can come up with I feel little need to specify every one. This message will be copy/pasted to my other muses for the same reason.

(holy crap that was a lot. I'm just adding names for the others for now. They're canon so google them if you have to)

Tyki Mikk

Bookman Jr. "Lavi"

Ouran

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kyoya Ootori

#ooc #Muses #All the ones I have for now #They're not all done #But that's all I want to do right now

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an-aro-made-of-aspen · 2 years

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Is aplatonic like a spectrum? And what is platonic love exactly?

This is a long one, I'm so sorry

I'm trying to figure myself out and I've realized I don't know how to define platonic love. I've had friends and I love seeing friendships. But I realized that I'm bad at keeping friends and I don't know if it's a mental illness thing or trauma or something entirely different I need to figure out. But it's rare for me to like people I've considered friends and when I did it's mostly because I looked up to them or I ended up seeing them as family. Sometimes I'd strike up a conversation just to fit in or because I feel like I needed to say something out of boredom or even guilt. Sometimes it's just to gush about something I'm passionate about.

I've cared about and respected people I consider friends, but I don't know if you can label how I feel as platonic or just something on the spectrum of platonic, if there even is one. I feel weird for not thinking about it until now.

I know I don't always need to label how I feel, but I need to see if I even fit under a label. Does that make sense?

Again sorry for how long this one is and if you don't answer it's okay, I'm just terribly confused.

No worries!

Aplatonicism is a spectrum, like aromanticism and asexuality. So, you get gray, demi, lith, etc. A whole slew of different identities under the apl label! :D

I can't really speak for the whole community (or tell you how to label your feelings, per se), but, for me, platonic love is about as nebulous as romance, or love in general. I care for the people around me. I appreciate their presence in my life. But I can't say I feel a "pull" to any of them, so to speak.

This may be different from person to person. Some people use the label, because they have trouble keeping friendships. Some, like myself, use it to describe a lack of attraction (whether due to trauma, illness, or just a general feeling). And some just don't see the point in the label or feel that friendship isn't a term that works for them.

Personally, I feel familial attraction much stronger than platonic. If I get close to someone and see them often enough, I'm more likely to see them as some sort of family member than I am to see them as a friend (which doesn't happen much, ngl).

I think platonic love is kinda like romantic, in a sense. Like, you hear about feeling that "pull" of attraction and you care for them and hang out a lot without necessarily doing everything together. Ngl, there's a lot of overlap between different kinds of attraction, so it's difficult to draw a hard line between any specific experience. Like, for me, kissing is more sexual in nature, but for a lot of people it's very romantic or even just for family (like giving your parent a kiss on the cheek? Not really sure, I'm not super big on kisses in general). And, as a different example, some see hand-holding as romantic while others see it as platonic. So, there's a lot of overlap and room to play with what you're comfortable with in those regards. What labels you may put to different actions, I mean.

It's good you're looking into different labels and finding what works for you (no matter your age) and I hope that this helps to some degree (I'm still questioning myself, tbh!) If you find that a label on the apl-spec works for, then welcome to the group! If not, then I hope you can find something that fits. (And, if apl fits for a while, then it doesn't one day, then that's fine, too. Identity is a journey and there's no shame in going through multiple labels.)

I hope you have a great day and that your journey goes well!! ^u^

#i hope this isn't too rambly! sorry!#aplatonic #asks #im still learning ngl. but the community's been very nice!#apl #apl-spec #cocomilkt3a

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griefpersevering · 2 years

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A Guide to Writing A-Spec Characters

There's some controversy going around at the moment after Yelena Belova's appearance on Hawkeye, since she is aromatic and asexual in the comics. I made this as a reference for anyone who would like to write her or any a-spec characters, so you can see the variety of identities and how they interact with each other!

Asexual (Ace)

Defined as "Someone who does not experience sexual attraction or an intrinsic desire to have sexual relationships (or the adjective describing a person as such)." Being asexual is not the same as being celibate. It also doesn't mean that all aces hate sex - some people actively take part and enjoy sex, while others can be sex-repulsed or indifferent or have any other opinions inbetween. Being asexual also does not immediately mean someone is aromantic, and it can run along other identities - for example, someone could be a panromantic asexual.

Aromantic (Aro)

Defined as "A romantic orientation defined by a lack of romantic attraction. Aromantic individuals do not have an innate desire to be in a romantic relationship with specific individuals. They might also feel disconnected from the idea of romance." Being aromantic does not immediately mean a person is asexual as well, and other sexualities can run along side it - for example, a person could be aromantic and bisexual.

Demisexual/Demiromantic (Demi)

Defined as "Someone who can only experience sexual attraction or desire after an emotional bond has been formed (or the adjective describing a person as such). This is different from the choice to abstain from sex until certain criteria are met."

Graysexual/Grayromantic (Gray A)

Defined as "Someone who identifies with the area between asexuality and sexuality (or the adjective describing a person as such). For example, they may experience sexual attraction very rarely, only under specific circumstances, or of an intensity so low that is ignorable and not a necessity in relationships."

Queer Plationic Relationships (QPR)

Defined as "A committed relationship that is neither romantic nor sexual in nature but is based on an emotional bond beyond friendship, often between aromantic and/or asexual people." This is not the same as "just being friends", and while it is often made up of aro/ace people, allosexual and alloromantic people can be in one.

Oriented Aro/Ace

Defined as "An aromantic asexual (aroace) individual who experiences a form of tertiary attraction, that they feel is significant enough to warrant a place alongside their aroace orientation...This additional label can be based on any form of nonromantic, nonsexual attraction, such as platonic attraction, sensual attraction, aesthetic attraction, alterous attraction, queerplatonic attraction etc. or a combination of these."

Allosexual/Alloromantic

Defined as "Someone who does experience sexual attraction or an intrinsic desire to have sexual relationships (or the adjective describing a person as such). This category is also often simply referred to as “sexual”."

This is by no means an exhaustive list, and only really covers the definitions of the orientations. If you have any questions or want me to cover anything else, please let me know and I'll try and make another post, but in the meantime...there are plenty of resources on the internet. For more information, please take a look at some of these sources. I might make a post about stereotypes to avoid when writing a-spec characters in the future, but for now... happy holidays!

#yelena belova #asexual #aromantic #qpr #demisexual #grey a #oriented aroace #lina lore #mcu #marvel #hawkeye

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thesunshinebunny · 3 years

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Hello! I've seen two asks with the first reaction of a Fem!Reader dancing in an erotic/sexy way. (One with the dorm heads and one with the vice dorm heads-)

So I thought I could ask the same thing, but with Cater, Jack, Floyd, Epel, Sebek and Silver. It's okay if it's breaking the rules or you're not comfortable with writing it! But thanks in advance anyways! Stay peachy!! ^^

I never thought I'd end up making a whole series of requests for this style, and to think that the dorm heads was my first order for Twst, what a great start.

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Vice Dorm Leaders reaction

As always, all characters are +18 Enjoyyyyyy

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Cater

Montero – Lil Nas X

I imagine Cater as a person who follows trends and is aware of the new music that comes out every single day, so I don't think it is weird to find him listening to the new of Lil Nas x (hiding it from Riddle obviously, knowing him that kind of songs would be strictly prohibited in the halls of Heartslabyul)

But as smart as Cater could get with social media and internet fashions, he didn't notice how you had gotten into music so much that you were mentally creating a choreography.

One specifically for him.

So, when you asked him to spend some private time in the comfort of his bedroom, he didn't expect at all that you would sit him in the middle of his bed just passing the threshold.

For a moment he thought you were going to give him a massage or a handjob, but when you told him to wait patiently, that you were going to change, his impure thoughts were dispelled, thinking that you were going to get more comfortable to snuggle with him.

How wrong he was. It was seeing you come out of the bathroom with a hoodie (that warm and purposeful had nothing), which barely covered your sports bra and shorts, half covering your butt, when all unseemly thoughts returned to his mind.

He stretched out his hands to pull you to him, but you stayed in place, saying you had another surprise.

Cater automatically took out his cell phone to record and take some occasionals photos.

Watching you dance so freely, doing a private show and personally for him made his heart race to a thousand an hour. Even his pants were starting to tighten.

It was seeing your ass and automatically biting his lips. In his mind he was wanting to place each palm on each of your cheeks and squeeze them as he held you against him, preventing you from moving, and his cock buried well deep inside you.

"Are you happy to see me?" your question brought him out of his reverie, realizing that your choreography was over.

He put the cell phone aside and pounced on you, wrapping his arms around you, capturing your lips and throwing you on the bed. Perhaps, among all the ruffle, he put his phone in recording mode and captured ... the entire subsequent session.

Don't worry, Cater would never divulge a video like that and if you want it delete it, he will do it immediately. If not, he will keep it in a folder with a password.

Jack

Solo – Demi Lovato

Jack tried multiple times to convince you to go train with him around the Savannaclaw arena, but each time you refused, stating that you liked being more in the comfort of the bed, covered up to your head, rather than get up at five in the morning to run.

He didn’t take it the wrong way, the way he trained was not for everyone, but he did advise you not to stay still and fall into a sedentary lifestyle, claiming that it would be harmful to your health.

Therefore, you decided to start training on your own, with your own time and doing a little of what you liked most; because remember: to be able to dance like divine goddesses, you need to train ... and a lot.

While he went out for a run, you stayed asleep, when classes ended it was your turn to train.

One day classes ended quite early in your case, allowing you to go to Jack's room to rest and wait for him; But the minutes grew long and what seemed like an hour of waiting turned into two.

So… loud music, more comfortable clothes and practice.

And what does Jack like more than training? See you give your best while doing what you like.

Finding you in his room dancing in sportswear was an image that he would like to print and keep in his mind.

He didn’t care that you were sweating or that the clothes weren’t the tightest to mark your figure, just seeing you move your hips was what he needed to have a smile from ear to ear.

Finish your dance calmly, that your gray wolf will be waiting for you at the door, smiling at you and with open arms to give you a big hug for the effort.

He would eat you with kisses and bites to show you how happy he was to see you happy. If this leads to more… spicy things, that's up to you.

What if I recommend you not to dance this same choreography in the training field in broad daylight, where everyone can see you. The results could be a bit possessive.

But, if you're brave enough, don't complain later if you end up with bites and marks all over your body.

Floyd

My oh My – Camilla Cabello

You walked into the gym expecting to find the basketball team training as usual, but there was no one in their place. Absolute silence.

You took the opportunity to place your backpack next to the roadways, change into comfortable sportswear and put on some music to improve the atmosphere.

When this song started to play, you elatedly stood in the middle of the gym, a sly smile on your face, completely ignoring the sound of rumbling footsteps and slowly approaching the gym.

You were in the middle of the choreography when you felt two arms gripping you tightly, leaving you gasping for air. You screeched as Floyd began to squeeze you more and more, making it impossible for you to move.

"My my, nobody taught you to pay attention to your surroundings when you're alone, koebi-chan?" that sceared the shit out of you.

"Can I dance with you?"

He pulled you closer to him, pressing your back against his torso and your hips against his, lifting you off the floor, and began to spin and sway to the rhythm of the music.

The situation made you laugh until you felt his hand pass over your chest and touch your breast. He settled you against the wall, now your pussy positioned on his erect dick, grinding it thanks to his arms that held you in the air.

At no point did either of you stop the music, letting the playlist roll on and cover the sweet moans coming out of your mouth.

Some freshman ventured into the gym when they heard faint groans creep through the large metal doors.

They got the scare of their lives when they saw Floyd pounding from behind you, staring straight at the entrance and throwing death threats with just his eyes.

Epel

Do it like a dude – Jessie J

Listen to me... you can't tell the only woman at NRC that she can't participate in a dance competition because "it's only for guys"

Uhhhhhhhhh, if I was in that situation how would break their teeth.

Buuuut, you were able to defend yourself in a better way… going to the middle of the training ground where the competition (led by Professor Vargas) was taking place.

I have to say that you left all the participants with icy skin? Other than making them feel like they have a small dick. Straight to the ego.

And Epel was no different. He wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that a girl had beaten him in steps that were recognized later is another matter not ashamed at all, not at all.

Which did bring his ego to the ground and his self-esteem was to see you give your all to overthrow sexism, while he could barely stand in the same line as those of Savannaclaw.

Either way, he enjoyed watching you dance, you seemed re-empowered and that gave you an aura of a strong and powerful woman.

If those who refused to let you participate didn’t give you the prize, rest assured that Epel will leave them in their place, perhaps with the help of Deuce.

He asked you how you could have so much confidence in yourself and that may have caused a butterfly effect ... he wanted to know, well you will teach him in bed.

Two or three tricks may have taken effect and in the next competition (or anything) Epel will give his best, even if he has you as an opponent.

Victory sex for whoever wins? Victory sex.

Sebek

Play with Fire – Sam Tinnesz

You were calm in the comfort of your bedroom, going over some class assignments, some background music, Grimm sleeping next to the bed. A normal day.

But quite boring.

You decided to go down to do a little stretching, so much time hunched over in bed looking at the notes it makes your back very bad. You took your cell phone and left the little cat sleeping comfortably.

Between those stretches you got the idea of practicing a little choreography, nothing too complicated or time consuming; maybe half an hour, forty minutes and that's it.

Well, it ended up being a two hour workout, doing one choreography more complicated than the other. Night had fallen and you were supposed to have a little "date" with Sebek right in your bedroom.

There were knocks on the door, but with the volume of the music you couldn't hear them, nor did you hear the creak of the door opening and closing.

Sebek found you in the middle of the living room, moving your arms around your body. He’s not stupid, he knew you were doing a choreography and he would have enough patience to let you finish it and show up.

What he didn’t expect was to see your figure fall to the floor and move in those ... eccentric movements

Indecent thoughts get out of this mind.

You finished dancing and Sebek was still standing in the middle of the hall, not knowing what to do, where to look, and if he was allowed to speak.

"Sebek are you ok? When did you came in?"

Completely taken out of his reverie, ready to continue the evening as if nothing had happened.

Inwardly he was dying of excitement.

Without telling you anything, with the "date" half finished, having a good and sweet dinner, he just ... slamed you against the wall and took you right there and there.

You both ended up scaring poor Grimm. He just wanted to come down to eat his tuna.

Silver

Maria - 화사 (Hwasa)

It wasn’t unusual to hear multiple and different songs in the corridors of Diasomnia, especially with Lilia as a member of the light music club; it was normal to hear all kinds of rhythms, even different languages.

Therefore, Silver didn’t find it unusual to hear Korean lyrics as he walked through the lounge of his dorm.

What he did think was strange was hearing footsteps and blows, which had a very peculiar resemblance to the rhythm of music.

In a corridor somewhat away from the common area, which led to a small meeting room and greater tranquility, you were there with the music blasting and dancing as if you were the owner of the place.

Don't get me wrong, Silver was 1000% okay with you dancing in his dorm, even if you wanted to do it on a table in the middle of the lounge room… be his guest.

What he couldn’t allow was his roommates seeing you so… free, sure of yourself, indisputably if you were wearing sports clothes or little clothes, leaving nothing to the imagination.

And if Malleus was among those people… ufff, a big no from our silver boy.

He would go to where you were and lift you by the legs, placing you on his shoulder and commenting that you could continue your dance in a more private place.

That place was his room.

"The way you dance is ... intoxicating"

If at any time the brilliant idea of approaching Silver occurs to you while you dance, take it for granted that he will grab you in his arms and throw you on the bed.

Nope, he's not going to let you finish the choreography. He has another type of choreography in mind.

Lilia put up a do not disturb sign on the other side of the door, proud to see his son a grown-up… apart from the fact that he would have a little “chat” with him immediately after the deed it doesn't matter if you’re still naked and pathetically covered with sheet, he would just *pufff*

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #cater diamond #cater x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #jack x reader #floyd leech #floyd x reader #epel felmier #epel x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #silver #silver x reader #silver twst

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deepstarrynight · 2 years

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F*ck Ace ‘Discourse’

Can I just say how fucking much I hate ace ‘discourse’?

Continue reading to see my rant and me debunking all the claims I could find that ace ‘discourse’ makes.

Let’s begin with the fact that it’s inherently wrongly named. I refuse to call it ‘discourse’ Discourse means (off Google) “written or spoken communication or debate.” or “speak or write authoritatively about a topic.” The second definition might work, but I’ll get into how it doesn’t later. However. The first definition, the noun one, cannot compare with what I saw when I searched ace discourse to help me gather evidence to write this rant. ‘Communication or debate’ No. This is not a debate. This is a bunch of terfs, acephobes, exclusionists, etc. people mainly bashing cis heteroromantic ace people.

You (aphobes) say cis heteroromantic ace people aren’t LGBT? How about we first talk about how you’re using the wrong terminology. It’s not LGBT it’s LGBTQ+ because the first one is pan/poly/aro/ace/agender/nonbinary/queerphobic. Second, actually, cis heteroromantic asexual people fit perfectly into the LGBTQ+ community. LGBTQ+ people are anyone who isn’t heterosexual, heteroromantic, and cisgender, meaning all three of those at the same time. Asexuality ≠ heterosexuality, making cis heteroromantic asexual people LGBTQ+. You say that because they experience a little bit of sexual attraction (demi, gray, etc.) to the opposite sex they’re not LGBTQ+? That’s known as acespec, because it doesn’t necessarily fit into the no-attraction box, but it’s still a form of asexuality. It’s just on the spectrum. It doesn’t matter whether or not the attraction is hetero, it’s still ace at heart, and Acespec ≠ hetero.

You say sex-favourable aces aren’t ace because to be ace you have to be sex-averse? Let’s, again, talk about terminology. Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction, and an asexual (commonly abbrieviated as ace) may or may not experience romantic attraction because sexual attraction ≠ romantic attraction. Asexuality is about a complete lack of sexual attraction or only experiencing it under a specific category, not whether you like sex or not. All the sex-favourable/averse/neutral/ambiguous is your opinion on sex and is completely separate from whether you are ace or not.

You say hetero/homo/pan/bi/poly/etc-romantic aces aren’t ace because ace is about feeling zero attraction? Asexuality and all sexualities in general are about sexual attraction not romantic attraction. These two are different, and in some cases orientations don’t match up along the two spectrums. This is valid. It boils down to this, and you can look at a reblogged post about the differences between feeling and not-feeling sexual attraction if you want, sexual attraction is a specific ‘I want to have sex with you’ and romantic attraction is a specific ‘I want to kiss you, date you, dowhateverIconsiderromantic with you’. Some aces are aro (aromantic - not experienceing romantic attraction) and some are alloromantic (a term used in the ace community-NOT DEROGATORY although sometimes used in jokes-to describe someone who experiences romantic attraction) but they’re all still ace. Again, your definition is wrong, and causes this opinion. You disagree with the SAM, aka the thing I just described above? Have you ever felt attraction to somebody, just wanting to be their friend, separate of romantic/sexual attraction and to this person was a gender you aren’t romantically or sexually attracted to (you could have been any age, even 7 [and for pan people just a personality you aren’t usually sexually/romantically attracted to])? That’s platonic attraction and you just proved the SAM exists and is a real thing.

You think ace people are homophobic? You have a point, the general community can make some comments that are hard to understand and some that are just plain homophobic. I can’t defend the latter, one because I literally can’t it’s just wrong, and two because I refuse to. However, comments saying that ‘we wish you had less a focus on sex’ are understandable if you’re willing to try to understand, and honestly it’s hard to explain even as an ace person. Your wishes to have gay sex more prominent and understood are valid and honestly I support that and I think the community does too. Allosexualnormativity, for lack of a real word, is really oppressive as well. Because whenever we see a comment in the LGBTQ+ community chats or wikis about how everybody loves sex, sex is awesome-the best thing, etc, something tells us we’re not welcome. Even sex-favourable aces can feel this way. You think ace culture is toxic? Maybe, maybe not. For us, society is toxic.

You think that asexual gay people are just hiding their internalized homophobia and that ace people are trying to corrupt young people into identifying as ace at 12? Let’s start with the first one. I’m certain that’s true for some people, but definitely not all. Internalized homophobia is a big problem that can severely damage people’s lives and self-esteem. Acephobia is also a big problem, because every day we are somehow told that we shouldn’t exist, even by some other parts of the LGBTQ+ community. How about the latter? Let me ask you a question-when did you first start experiencing sexual attraction? 12? 14? 17? Well, guess what? The age has consistently been getting younger and younger, because puberty is also starting earlier and earlier. And the time that most people start experiencing it, is usually the time that aces find out that they are ace. And the closer they find out to that moment, the less time there is for them to feel bad about themselves, like there is something wrong with them. That’s not corruption.

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All right, people, that’s my rant. And by the way, if I find out any of the people I follow or follow me are aphobic, I’ll block you. If you have any other ideas, reblog and tag me, I’ll repost here and keep it going! And to my fellow aros: We did it! We (hopefully) survived another Valentine’s Day!!

#asexual #ace #ace discourse #disproving acephobia and aphobia #aces and aros #ace people are valid #aro people are valid

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bakedbananners · 3 years

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hi, i needed advice. so after i read your qpr fierrochase fic, i sorta felt like i relate a lot with those feelings, plus the fact that i have a crush on my best friend which i don't completely think is romantic.. so i wanted to ask you how you found out you were aro, and what you think are romantic feelings?

Hi! Glad my fic could resonate with you!!

Ok this ask got really long I’m so sorry lol 😭

Aromanticism is kinda hard to get a gauge on because it’s like describing a lack of something. I really couldn’t tell you what romantic feelings are, because I don’t feel them at all. Ive seen people say it’s like describing certain scents when you have no sense of smell, or counting turtles in a pond that doesn’t have any. Though, I’m aromantic and asexual, so my experiences are also different to someone who is aromantic but allosexual, or who is gray- or demi- romantic, etc. I do suggest going through some online resources, if you’d like! This ask has a lot of useful ones! And this list plus anything else on @arospecawarenessweek is very educational.

When I was first figuring out my identity, I ran across this checklist and found a lot of things that resonated with me. It seems this happens with a lot of online aro-specs 😂. I’d say this is when I really had the “oh shit this is an THING?” feeling lol. I also figured it out after learning I was ace, which softened the impact of the revelation, because I was already feeling that absence for sexual attraction, and applied it to romance.

Before then, I was going with biromantic because I thought “well I feel the same about dating anyone, so I guess that fits”, but that same feeling was honestly just total indifference, haha. A thought I usually had when contemplating dating a person was “would anything be different to how it is now? Would I enjoy those differences? Do I want that?” So like, thinking about a friend, I would wonder if I wanted to do anything typically romantic, like go on dates or kiss them, try to impress them, hold their hand, etc. did I think about them often and did I focus on anything that’s unique about them? Stuff like that. The answer was usually no. Aside from friends, I really didn’t even entertain the thought of being intimately involved with strangers in any capacity.

That’s not to say I don’t “romanticize” things in my life. I enjoy fictional romance because it’s fun and exciting! Slow burn romance is my fave because of the tension of it, the character dynamics, stuff like that! I end up romanticizing things in the “Ghibli” way, too (warrants its own essay tbh) like looking at nature and sunsets and human kindness and innovation. Finding beauty in every facet of the natural world, accepting it, feeling intrigue and curiosity about it, etc, is probably my closest approximation to how people feel romantic and mushy about others. There’s a misconception that aromantic are cold, distant, apathetic people, and that’s really not true lol.

There’s a lot of overlap between platonic and romantic stuff anyways, so it’s understandable that figuring this out is confusing. Queerplatonic attraction and relations are also their own beast to wrestle with. I’ve experienced that before, and its reflected in my fanfic a lot! Feeling your chest swell with lightness, feeling a deep and loving comfort and security, wanting to be intimate in a “secret-sharing” way, etc. Allos can feel this way, too! You can liken it to what people usually call a “bromance” XD.

The aromantic spectrum is very diverse in terms of culture, race and ethnicity, gender, and sexuality, and everyone’s experiences are individual. If you don’t resonate with mine, that’s totally fine! I think a lot of people have a fear of identifying a certain way and then changing it later (bc I was a bit scared of that too) but the aspec community is very welcoming if you feel a place is here for you, and you can leave or change if or whenever you’d like. 😁 💚🤍🖤

#tysm for this ask shdbfjdndk #I do enjoy talking about this stuff even though it ends up getting convoluted #aromanticism #aromantic #me talking #ask

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genuineviolence · 3 years

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located in southern california,

goliath valley is a high-profile private neighborhood, home to a variety of stars and those connected to them. painters! poets! actors! musicians! directors! you name it. one of goliath’s key selling points is its exclusivity, only accepting the best of the best--or so they say. money can’t buy you happiness, but it certainly can buy you a mansion. this gated community isn’t the utopia one might think. with a clear divide between those living at the center of goliath and those closer to the gate, it’s difficult to completely leave the real world behind.

tldr: a small-town style rp about wealthy/celebrity neighbors. themes of fame, class, and identity are at the center of our story ! but really: this is pretty low stakes.

RULES: muses and muns must be 18+ as there are mature themes involved. there is no set activity rule but you will be contacted if you are inactive for more than three days with no notice--this includes ic or ooc. this is discord exclusive. no need to make a tumblr. no need to use any gif icons in replies. do not godmod. be kind to each other. please respect triggers. any nsfw should be placed in a nsfw tagged channel. nsfw and triggers should be hidden by spoiler text. drama ic is great. drama ooc is not. boundaries should be respected at all times. no bubble roleplaying. no problematic fcs. please contact me if there’s someone you are uncomfortable with. please follow the yes, and and no, but rules when writing and plotting. keep the flow going!

APP SAMPLE + LOGISTICS: you can send your app to me through submit or tumblr dm! please do not take a lack of acceptance personally, it’s first come/first serve. those who just miss the cap will be the first to know about any extension! each mun is allowed two characters to start.

( faceclaim, gender, pronouns ) wait, you didn’t know first last lived here ? they’re what they’re rich/famous for living on road name. i read they’re a age in numbers zodiac originally from location. apparently they’re pretty two positive traits but also two negative traits. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting song by artist. they’re so different in person, they remind me of 3 character aesthetics. written by alias, age and pronouns.

LOCATION OPTIONS: (there are obviously more streets than this, but these are the important ones) shiloh circle. the center of goliath, where the richest of the rich will live. eastman drive. the next tier of houses, slightly less expensive than those on shiloh. bristol lane. the next tier, typically home to c & d listers. scott street. the last tier, closest to the gate. they’re the smallest of the houses.

currently at a cap of eight muns. may expand to ten under special circumstances !

8/8 SPOTS TAKEN!

( sky ferreira, non-binary, she/they ) wait, you didn’t know heaven fields lived here ? they’re an ex-child star living on shiloh circle. i read they’re a 26 year old pisces originally from orlando, florida. apparently they’re pretty captivating and friendly but also erratic and secretive. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting delete forever by grimes. they’re so different in person, they remind me of the resurgence of fairycore, the legacy of the olsen twins, and the soothing sound of synth . written by syd, 23, they/them.

( aaron tveit, cis-man, he/him ) wait, you didn’t know luke bradley lived here ? they’re the son of famous actors living on bristol lane. i read they’re a 30 year old cancer originally from los angeles, california. apparently they’re pretty charming and easygoing but also vain and cowardly. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting the rat by the walkmen. they’re so different in person, they remind me of people who vape at inappropriate times, the tendency to deflect with dumb jokes, and unmistakable wasted potential . written by syd, 23, they/them.

( im jinah, cis female, she/her ) wait, you didn’t know tallulah “tally” hong lived here ? they’re an heiress/socialite living on shiloh circle. i read they’re a twenty-seven year old aries originally from new york, new york. apparently they’re pretty astute & alluring but also darwinian & supercilious. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting out the bottle by lolo zouaï. they’re so different in person, they remind me of treating walks of shame like a runway, three passport photos & a bite as big as her bark. written by jules, 23, she/her.

( sian lilly, cis female, she/her ) wait, you didn’t know annick warner lived here ? they’re an actress/influencer living on bristol lane. i read they’re a twenty-three year old gemini originally from toronto, ontario. apparently they’re pretty enchanting & creative but also risqué & careless. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting the worst in me by kaytranada ft. tinashe. they’re so different in person, they remind me of treating most spaces like a concert venue when any of “your songs” are on, fogged-up car windows and lux lavender baths with prosecco and plenty of natural light. written by jules, 23 and she/her.

( richard madden, cis man, he/him ) wait, you didn’t know donny lister lived here ? they’re a photographer living on bristol lane. i read they’re a 32 year-old leo originally from hoboken, new jersey. apparently they’re pretty observant and social but also pretentious and proud. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting ahha by nate ruess. they’re so different in person, they remind me of empty train cars at 2am, always carrying a lighter despite quitting smoking years ago, and rambling about ephemerality and commercialism every time he walks into a gift shop. written by jace, 23, he/him.

( zoë kravitz, cis? woman?, she/her ) wait, you didn’t know meadow fields lived here ? they’re an ex-child star living on shiloh circle. i read they’re a 28 year-old gemini originally from orlando, florida. apparently they’re pretty adventurous and intuitive but also abrasive and closed-off. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting killing boys by halsey. they’re so different in person, they remind me of scuffed doc martens, campy horror movies, and trying just a little too hard to act like you don’t know all the words to disney songs. written by jace, 23, he/him.

( katie stevens, cis woman, she/her/hers ) wait, you didn’t know andrea matthews lived here ? they’re a singer/songwriter living on scott street. i read they’re 26 year old cancer originally from paradise, california. apparently they’re pretty adaptable and creative but also insecure and paradoxical. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting body in a box by city and colour. they’re so different in person, they remind me of freshly made beds, a cracked iphone case, and always nodding. written by diana, 24 and she/her/hers.

( froy gutierrez, cis man, he/him/his ) wait, you didn’t know sebastian 'bash' guerra lived here ? they’re an actor living on bristol lane. i read they’re 22 year old leo originally from san diego, california. apparently they’re nurturing and protective but also self-sacrificing and irresolute. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting frank d fixer by jason mraz. they’re so different in person, they remind me of family dinners around the table, always having sunscreen, being the knight in shining armor. written by diana, 24 and she/her/hers.

( delilah belle, cis woman, she/her ) wait, you didn’t know riley hargreaves lived here ? they’re an actress living on shiloh circle. i read they’re a 25 year old pisces originally from santa barbara, california. apparently they’re pretty intuitive and charismatic but also spacey and docile. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting boys by charli xcx. they’re so different in person, they remind me of layers of gold chains around her neck, a wardrobe full of denim and neutrals and the constant pressure of needing to charm the whole room. written by jay, 23 and she/her.

( kail peery, demi girl, she/they ) wait, you didn’t know maxine ‘max’ hill lived here ? they’re a musician living on scott street. i read they’re a 21 year old leo originally from chicago, illinois. apparently they’re pretty fervent and loyal but also dogmatic and temperamental. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting i am king by nasty cherry. they’re so different in person, they remind me of the obnoxious sound of popping gum, making deliberate eye contact from across the room to assert dominance and unintentional all-nighters. written by jay, 23 and she/her.

( lorenzo zurzolo, cis male, he / him ) wait, you didn’t know bandit knox lived here ? they’re an actor living on eastman drive. i read they’re a 23 year old scorpio originally from reno, nevada. apparently they’re pretty resilient & convivial but also facetious & heedless. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting debra by iDKHOW. they’re so different in person, they remind me of under eye circles so dark that they look like he just came back from the dead, a messy head of curls that hair & makeup are always badgering him about on set, and anxiously fidgeting with the rings around his fingers. written by gray, 24 and she/her

( christina nadin, cis woman? (she doesn't rly know), she/her ) wait, you didn’t know juniper darling lived here ? they’re an artist living on scott street. i read they’re a 21 year old aries originally from chicago, illinois. apparently they’re pretty jovial & observant but also pigheaded & gullible. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting dog years by maggie rogers. they’re so different in person, they remind me of mistaking paint water for a cup of tea, modern music played exclusively from vinyl records, and long hair wound up in a messy bun that's held together with a paint brush. written by gray, 24 and she/her

( diana silvers, cis woman, she/her ) wait, you didn’t know charlotte arnault lived here ? they’re an artist living on eastman drive. i read they’re a 24 year old leo originally from paris, france. apparently they’re pretty talented and charismatic but also lazy and irritable. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting dinner & diatribes by hozier. they’re so different in person, they remind me of expensive cocktails with ridiculous names, diving into a pool with all of your clothes on, and the need to be the most interesting person in the room . written by morgan, 19, she/her

( riz ahmed, non-binary, he/they ) wait, you didn’t know rasul rajani lived here ? they’re an up-and-coming indie film director living on eastman drive. i read they’re a 35-year-old capricorn originally from newton, ma. apparently they’re pretty ambitious and hardworking but also aloof and mercurial. sometimes, when you drive by their house you can hear them blasting money machine by 100 gecs. they’re so different in person, they remind me of chain smoking cigarettes to stay awake, a dog-eared notebook filled with scribbles and storyboards, disappearing into the wallpaper at a film premiere’s afterparty. written by char, 24 and she/her.

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The Warrior and the Embers

Chapter 31: A Call for Aid

This one is a little bit different - but I really hope you all enjoy it! (I certainly did!)

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Gavriel’s sword hand shot out, the sleek metal shrieking through the air as he sliced and chopped, his feet carefully marking their set pattern over the packed earth. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of other soldiers practicing; grunts and shouts and sharp clangs echoing over the practice fields as they went through their daily routines. The faint morning sun lit the mists all around them, a golden haze.

Gavriel wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel, the familiar ache just beginning to start in his muscles. He sighed, then made to leave the practice fields, finished for the day.

He’d been coming here more often lately, and was staying for longer and longer stretches of time. Following his return from the post in the northern mountains, Gavriel had been different, slightly off. He knew that his queen and his fellow warriors were attributing that difference to grief, to the guilt at the loss of his men. To the three new markings that just barely peeked out the side of his leather jerkin when he raised his arms over his head. But that wasn’t the reason for the change.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he worked, how tired he was, that face wouldn’t go away. The girl with the face of the woman. His lost love. Tamalina, the second princess of Wendlyn.

Gavriel’s feet pounded into the earth as he walked, dirt and rock scattering in his wake.

He turned the memory over and over in his mind – the image of the princess, bearing a tray of stew and bread. Rowan’s snarl of rage as she edged into the room, the shock and hurt that filled her scent. The overwhelming blankness behind her eyes. The golden head of hair that so matched his own.

The possibility grated on him, itching and scratching. A splinter in the back of his mind, that refused to be removed. His daughter.

The girl might be his daughter.

He’d spent the last weeks wrestling with this fact, trying to eliminate it, or at least subdue it. Trying to forget. But his efforts were in vain.

So instead he stormed through the castle, surly and distant. He knew he was beginning to irritate Fenrys, but he didn’t care. The young male could get in line.

Gavriel didn’t want to admit it to himself, but really he was just waiting. Waiting for Rowan to appear, the girl in tow. Waiting to see if his suspicions were correct. To see if it were possible that time had stretched and morphed his memory of the girl until she fit the picture of his love. To see if there was a chance he was wrong.

Even if, deep down, he was sure that he wasn’t.

But it felt shameful to just wait – to not act. Even if there wasn’t anything he could do. He wasn’t even sure that the girl was his responsibility. But still, this waiting…it was going to drive him completely mad.

Gavriel reached his rooms, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud and striding over to sit at the desk that straddled the far wall. A window was set into the stone above it, providing a small view of the city. A gray frame surrounding its expanse of blue rooftops and white cobblestones. The great river flowed idly by, casting up great lots of mist that drifted over the many alleys, buildings and plazas. It was picturesque. Gavriel didn’t see any of it.

He didn’t mind his fate, not all that much. The rewards of his life still outweighed the trials. Nor did he hate Maeve, for all she put them through. She was his Queen, and she would always be. So despite everything, he was glad of his position – both for the responsibility and honor it provided, and for the purpose.

Gavriel was the linchpin, a connector between warriors who otherwise might have ripped each other to pieces. He kept the peace between them, and made sure that they didn’t fall apart. Lorcan was their leader, with Rowan as his second, and Gavriel stood mostly in the background, hidden in the shadows. But he knew he was essential.

But for the girl...he wouldn’t wish this life on her. He wouldn’t wish his life on anyone. And yet she was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Gavriel hoped that the princess would just fulfill her bargain and go – that she would be allowed to leave, unscathed and unburdened. But still, he worried. The power he had felt in her...it was greater than any he’d ever felt before. Only Queen Maeve could match it.

He couldn't imagine his queen just letting the girl go, not when she could be such a useful tool. Not when the princess might be powerful enough to beat her.

Maeve must have a plan, must have some leverage on the child. But for the life of him, Gavriel couldn’t figure out what it was. The only thing that seemed remotely possible was…Rowan.

Their Queen had chosen him for this task, chosen him specifically. And the feelings Gavriel had sensed in the male, the changes…they hinted at something more. An attachment of some kind. He couldn’t speculate about the princess, but still – something had shifted in the Prince while in Mistward. And Gavriel was sure that it marked change.

Perhaps the girl would join them, and perhaps she would instead be sent out to retake her throne. Maybe they would even help her. Maeve had long coveted the western continent, perhaps she now thought to conquer.

All their spies indicated that war was coming. Adarlan was poised to attack Wendlyn, seeking to stretch their empire eastwards. So no matter what, soon Maeve would send them into battle. The question was – which side would they be fighting for this time?

All Gavriel knew was that he would do all he could to keep that child safe. Whether she was his or not, he owed as much to her mother. To Tamalina.

But he had no idea what he could possibly do to help the princess. He was forced to obey his Queen, to bend to her every wish. All he could do for her was keep her secrets, and his silence. For as long as he could manage it.

Gavriel sighed, and turned to the papers on his desk. He knew there was a report from Vaughn that needed looking at, as well as a dispatch from the eastern border and one from the admiral commanding the fleet currently guarding their western flank.

While Lorcan was still traveling up from the south, and Rowan was stationed in Mistward, Gavriel was the highest ranked member of the blood-sworn in the capital. As a result, he had to deal with much of their mail. He had just begun to sift through the papers when an unmarked letter fell through the pile.

It was light, and hastily closed, the wax seal clumsy and misshapen. But still – Gavriel could just recognize the symbol embossed in the wax. It was a bird, its wings extended in flight, its beak curved and sharp. A hawk.

A frown twisted Gavriel’s face as he used a letter opener to slice open Rowan’s message, and unfolded the paper within.

Gavriel –

I can only hope that this will reach you in time.

Adarlan has sent a company of two hundred soldiers and three demons to attack Mistward, and capture or kill the demi-Fae housed here. There are barely thirty demi-Fae soldiers who have seen battle, and as you know, the fortress is not properly outfitted for war. We have called for assistance from Wendlyn, but I have no hope of victory.

Come to our aid.

I know that I have no right to ask this of you, that I have no right to expect this of you. But I have no choice. I must.

I beg you, please come to our aid.

I will fight and die alongside these men. If you choose not to come, remember me well. If you choose not to come, I will understand.

But if you choose not to come, you doom these men to death.

I beg you, come to my aid.

With you at my side, we have a chance at survival. With you at my side, perhaps these people can live. Have a future.

Please, come to my aid.

Our lives are in your hands.

– Rowan

The paper crumpled between Gavriel’s fingers. That face was still fixed in his vision, only now the eyes were empty, her face white as death. Aelin, dead or dying. Her fires waning.

Gavriel’s chest was a hollow space, empty and still. Thoughtlessly, he stood and walked from the room, his blood spiked with shock. Within seconds, he reached a courtyard and transformed. His lion’s paws thundered on the stone as he raced down the castle hallways and out into the city beyond.

He ran, without needing a moment to reconsider. Without a moment of doubt. Ran for

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Fenrys was dreaming. He knew it, and yet he still longed for it to be real. Still longed for his dreams to leap from the ether of his mind and out into the world.

In the dream, he was running. His paws digging into the earthy loam, bits of grass catching in his claws, wiping them clean of the blood of the deer he’d just eaten for lunch. Its sweet meat lined his stomach and weighed him down in that comfortable, satisfying way that only a good meal could.

In the dream, the wind whipped through his fur, its fingers flowing over his coat and making it ripple like water. In the dream, the sun warmed his limbs and flashed in his eyes, a bright discomfort. In the dream, there was no catch over his heart, no chains or locks or ropes tying him to a dark queen. He was free.

But he wasn’t dreaming anymore.

Now, he was lying on Maeve’s bed. Hating himself. And everyone else under the sun. Drunk, but not sufficiently so. A glass of red wine rested in one of his hands.

Maeve had left a while ago now, but he couldn’t quite remember why. It didn’t really matter.

Fenrys didn’t know whether to be glad of the moment’s peace, or to hate it. It was so much easier to just hate everything. To hate this prison, and to hate the moments of freedom he was given. To hate his pitiful, despicable life, with every single ripped-up piece of him still left.

Maeve didn’t call him every night. In fact, she rarely called him more than once or twice a week. But it was enough. His body didn’t feel like his own anymore – it didn’t feel like it belonged to him. Probably because it didn’t. It belonged to her, just like everything else.

Fenrys shoved those useless thoughts down deep. He knew damn well what a waste of time it was to dwell.

Instead he took another swig of wine. Perhaps if he drank enough of it, he might just forget. Not only everything he’d been forced to do last night, but also the dream that he’d woken up to.

For it was the dream that was the real torture. Without thought of freedom, captivity would not be so great a burden to bear. So Maeve made sure that freedom was always nearby, just close enough to taste.

Like with that trip to Varese, where he had to watch as Rowan took for granted every single thing he held dear. His ability, his autonomy. His independence. And then Fenrys had to watch Rowan leave, with the knowledge that he would never be able to follow.

It was the freedom that tore at him, not the imprisonment. Cages were rather boring, after all. Even ones made of words and blood and darkness.

Even so, Fenrys didn’t think he regretted taking the blood-oath. He fought it with every breath in his body, and would do anything to be free of it – suffer any torture, break any bond. But were he given the option to go back and change his mind, he didn’t think that he would.

Fenrys had taken it to protect his little brother, and nothing more.

Well, maybe a little bit more.

All Fae males were drawn to power, and Maeve was the most powerful Fae living. They were all drawn to her, no matter her darkness. They had all wanted to serve her.

And maybe just a tiny, minuscule little piece of him had been jealous of his brother. Didn’t like being surpassed and overshadowed by him. It was a piece that Fenrys didn’t particularly like looking at, but he saw it nonetheless.

He thought Connall might see it too. They didn’t speak of it.

Fenrys didn’t even know if Connall was grateful for what he had done. For what he protected him from, night after night after night. Didn’t know if his brother even cared. They didn’t speak of that either.

They were still close though. As close as they had been growing up, running through the alleys and markets of Doranelle, play-fighting on the practice fields. They shared the same power, the ability to slip between the folds of the world. And they had learned it together, had figured out each of its valleys and ripples and tears by each other’s sides.

Each time they jumped, slipping through an invisible crack in the universe, they could feel the other pressing in on them, the whole of the world becoming the warmth of their embrace. And then they would fall out into reality – the open air feeling as empty and lonely as the space between stars.

It didn’t matter how far apart they were, didn’t matter where they were coming from or where they were going, that pressure was there. And it was a comfort, especially when they’d been young, and the power felt far more like a burden then a gift.

Once, when they’d been only eight or nine, Connall had forgotten how to get back. For hours, he’d been lost in the space between spaces, trapped by that crushing pressure. But eventually, Fenrys had managed to coax him back out again – by singing him one of the songs their mother sang while hanging the washing.

Oh the blue skies above, they mark the cloth stark white

Back and forth, back and forth

The moon pulls the sea, the green from the earth

As day folds into night, and the children run free

Back and forth, back and forth

Connall had returned, and their mother had scolded him for being so reckless. But it had just made them realize that no one else would ever understand. Realize that their powers were a part of one another, just as they were a part of one another. Inseparable.

And nothing, not even Maeve, could change that. Fenrys wouldn’t let her.

Right now, his brother was probably up in his rooms, reading. That shy bastard almost always had a book in his hands. When they were boys, it had been like pulling teeth to get him to go outside to train.

And he was such a goddamn know-it-all. It was infuriating. Mostly because Fenrys rarely knew what the fuck he was talking about. I mean, he loved the little guy, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hear about the fellowship circles and fertility cycles of freshwater selkies day in and day out, for weeks on end. Or at least until the idiot moved on, pursuing some other esoteric piece of knowledge.

Fenrys had actually been quite surprised that when Rowan wrote, asking for information about his weird little demon problem in Wendlyn, Connall hadn’t known anything about it. Fenrys was sure that the ignorance frustrated him. His brother had spent a whole week in the library after they received Rowan’s letter, searching for anything that could possibly solve the mystery. And he found absolutely nothing.

Fenrys had found it a bit difficult not to gloat as he watched his brother stalk about the castle, a scowl fixed to his brow. It was nice to see him stumped over something, for once.

Fenrys couldn’t help but wonder how Rowan was doing at Mistward, wonder what the princess of fire was like. He’d only seen her briefly, a quick look between the walls of an alleyway in Varese as Rowan led her through the city to collect the horses Fenrys had left for them.

It hadn’t been a good look. She’d been well hidden underneath a dark cloak, though Fenrys still caught the edges of dozens of blades beneath her heavy clothes. Her face had been obscured with dirt and grime and sweat, her hair matted together. And the smell, ungh. Overall, not the most remarkable showing.

What had really impressed itself on him had been the sheer weight of her power. A writhing mass of flames, all bunched up and twisted in on themselves, forced within her small frame. Her power was so massive that even untrained, it had actually overwhelmed the icy wind of the Fae male leading her. Rowan’s power was great, but next to hers…the maelstrom of power felt more like a light rain. A drizzle, if you would.

And Fenrys hadn’t been able to get the feeling out of his head. The touch of the princess’ flames. It burned through him, making him wonder just how wild she would be. But it wasn’t like Maeve would ever let him near the girl.

Fenrys sighed and turned over on the bed. No matter how much he might want to, getting drunk before nine in the morning probably wasn’t one of his best ideas. He should get up and face the day.

He groaned.

But still, he got to his feet and made his way out of Maeve’s private quarters, bare feet padding on the cold stone. His muscles were stiff, and not in a good way - he was looking forward to his morning training session. But first he had to return to his rooms to grab his gear and wash his face.

Fenrys didn’t pass anyone in the halls, for which he was grateful. Everyone in the castle knew of course, but still. Having to start his day with some page boy averting his eyes as he walked past, usually barefoot and in various states of dress, was far from great.

Fenrys pushed open the door to his rooms, and was already shrugging off yesterday’s clothes and reaching for clean ones when he noticed an unmarked letter resting on his worktable. The couriers usually went through the palace rooms each morning, dropping off the day’s mail, but it wasn’t often that Fenrys received anything. Particularly when a higher ranked member of Maeve’s blood-sworn was present.

He walked over to the desk and ripped open the envelope, absentmindedly pulling out the letter and beginning to read.

His eyes skittered over the black ink, and as he read, his fingers tightened their grip on the thin paper, his knuckles whitening. The bottom fell out of his stomach.

Mistward was under attack. Rowan was under attack.

He was calling for aid.

Fenrys felt strangely panicked. Not once, in all the years he had known him, had Rowan ever come close to writing something like this letter. The male was near-invincible – it had never even entered Fenrys’ head to be concerned about him.

But here he was, needing Fenrys’ help.

Would he answer?

Fenrys wanted to be the type of male who ran into danger, heedless of the consequences. Who came when he was called. Who always helped when asked.

But then a deeper, more personal fear joined the panic choking his throat. Maeve.

If he left without permission and without warning, she would not take it lightly. Unimaginable horrors would be waiting for him when he returned. Except, Fenrys could actually imagine them - they had been inflicted on him already, time and time again.

The question was – did he care? What more could she do to him that she had not done already, twice over?

The freedom teased at him, tantalizing, just out of his reach. Only this time it was fear that was holding him back. His own fear. And all he wanted, all he had ever wanted, was to be fearless. To be free.

And the princess...she was at Mistward. She was in as much danger as Rowan. Perhaps if he went, he could see her again. Could save her.

Fenrys wanted to do something good, for once. To do one good thing.

With an invisible twist, Fenrys slipped out of time and space and reappeared in his brother’s rooms.

But they were empty – Connall wasn’t there.

Fenrys made to leave, to check the library, or perhaps the training fields, when something caught his eye. A familiar-looking envelope lay open on the desk, the letter inside nowhere to be seen.

A wry grin curved Fenrys’ lips as he vanished once more.

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There was a small clearing, hidden behind a spur of rock just outside the palace grounds. It was unremarkable in every way, other than the fact that it happened to lie right at the limit of the distance the twins could jump - and was invisible to the palace sentries.

In short, it was a perfect rendezvous point.

Fenrys appeared out of nowhere, a slip of gold against the sun-warmed rock. By contrast, his brother was a shadow lounging just out of sight, easy to miss in the dappled forest.

Connall’s voice was droll. “I was starting to think that you weren’t going to show.”

Fenrys let out a snort. “Touché. I half-expected you wouldn’t be here.”

He frowned. “Me too.”

Fenrys’ own brow furrowed, the question slipping out. “Why did you decide to come?”

Connall shuffled his feet, his face dark. “It felt like…a betrayal to stay. I owe him too much to abandon him like that.”

Fenrys nodded. Connall was quiet, but he was fiercely loyal to those that were close to him. And he had always looked up to the powerful male, ever since they were in training. He wasn’t about to just stand by while his mentor was fighting for his life.

Fenrys opened his mouth to say something when the sound of an approach rippled through the nearby trees. Fenrys immediately drew his weapons, fear icing over his muscles. If Maeve had already discovered them…if Connall had lied and this was a trap…

But the crunch of leaves and brush of undergrowth spoke of something different, not a person, something else. Something familiar…

Fenrys relaxed his stance as Gavriel shouldered his way past the pine boughs and into the clearing, his lion’s coat bright in the warm sunlight. The male’s eyes were focused and intense, his warm scent filled with a wrinkled tension and fierce determination.

Without a word, Fenrys transformed into his wolf, his muscles stretching and filling with anticipation. He felt that strange ripple behind him that indicated Connall had shifted as well.

Gavriel turned and began to run, his claws ripping into the dirt, his heavy bulk pounding the earth. Fenrys shot after him, flowing into the male’s right flank even as Connall moved to his left. Together, the three of them pierced through the undergrowth, the sun warming their backs as they shot into the west.

The breath in their lungs came sharp and cold, their stomachs empty of everything but the desperate, pleading hope that they would make it in time. That they wouldn’t be too late.

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Lorcan lifted the tankard to his lips, wincing slightly as the sour beer coated his tongue. The tavern was busier than he would’ve liked – filled to the brim with laughing, hungry people out for an evening of drink and merriment.

He’d spent the whole day running, his first after leaving the rest of his crew with the fleet on the southwestern coastline. He should be back in Doranelle within the next few days, and he was looking forwards to his return. He didn't love being away from the capital for so long. Being away from his Queen.

Usually, Lorcan would’ve kept running through the night, only stopping to catch a few hours’ sleep in some hollow or cave. But after only a few hours of travel, he’d passed a familiar scent. A trail leading north.

Vaughn was also traveling back to Doranelle, and Lorcan had caught up with him by midafternoon. The male was in desperate need of a bed, a hot meal and a drink, so Lorcan had (somewhat unwillingly) capitulated to his plan to stay at an inn for the night.

Now Vaughn was over at the bar, chatting to some human female. She’d begun their conversation with clipped answers and dour looks, but now Vaughn had her giggling away, her cheeks touched with happy red dimples.

Lorcan frowned into his drink.

For a moment, he’d considered joining him over there, to see if he could also find someone who might warm his bed tonight. But in the end, he’d decided against it. Far too tired. And too lazy.

Just then, a maid wandered over to his booth, her arms sagging under the weight of a heavily burdened tray of drinks and food. But she carried them easily, her footsteps light and nimble through the lively crowd. Obviously familiar with this type of work. Lorcan was just beginning to reconsider his earlier assertion, to see if this lithe, muscled female might be amenable to him, when the woman pulled a crumpled letter from her apron and dropped it on the table in front of him, with the words, “This just came for ya, from the evening post up from the coast. Seems like its been a long way, searchin’ for you.” Then she turned, moving to carry her tray back to the kitchen.

Lorcan’s eyes followed her for a moment, then turned back to examine the letter. It was unmarked, which was strange. And the very fact that someone was going to such lengths to contact him, instead of waiting until he returned to Doranelle, was also strange.

Lorcan tentatively ripped open the envelope and pulled out the paper within. What he read there was astounding.

The words took a while to sink in, but when they did, Lorcan found that he was absolutely furious. That he was murderously enraged.

How dare he?

How dare Rowan ask this of him, ask this of all of them? How dare he presume to be above the word of their queen? Presume that Lorcan would betray her for him?

Mistward was under attack, and the lives of the demi-Fae there were in danger, but why in the gods' names did Rowan care? Why wasn’t he leaving them to their fate, and bringing the princess back to Doranelle?

That’s what Lorcan would’ve done. And that certainly was what their Queen would expect. What she would require.

So why, by Hellas’ scythe, was he staying? Why was he protecting them?

Lorcan couldn’t come up with a satisfactory answer. He supposed that it didn’t really matter. Rowan was staying. And he would give his life to protect those people. The demi-Fae. His people, Lorcan supposed. Even if he had spent the past four hundred years distancing himself from them.

Lorcan’s teeth clacked together, his jaw tightening. Rowan was staying, and he was asking Lorcan, and presumably the rest of the blood-sworn, to join him. Rowan knew the consequences for deserting, knew what they all would be facing for disobeying Maeve’s orders and coming to his aid. Rowan knew, and he was asking anyways.

Lorcan’s eyes narrowed. That didn’t sound like the Rowan he knew, like the Rowan he had fought and trained and worked beside these past two centuries.

That Rowan leapt at death with an indifference even Lorcan did not possess. That Rowan would’ve always made the hard choice, regardless of the consequences. This didn’t feel like that Rowan at all.

But still - this was Rowan he was talking about. The male he had relied upon for hundreds of years. The male who was probably - though Lorcan was loathe to admit it - the Fae he was closest to in all the world. Even closer to than Maeve.

And he'd laid out the facts, bare and unguarded. Mistward was weak and defenseless. They were facing a lethal army, and a battle that they would not win. All of those demi-Fae were going to die, Rowan alongside them.

Rowan was going to die. And Lorcan was fucking furious about it.

He slammed his fists into the table, pushing it out of his way, the beer spilling over onto the floor. Then Lorcan tore up the letter, got to his feet, and moved towards the bar to collect Vaughn.

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They ran through the night, and the following day. Ran through bracken and field and marsh. And finally, through mist.

They ran until they met up with Gavriel, Connall, and Fenrys, and then they ran some more. There was no time for words, no reason for them. They had all come, and the dice would fall where they would. They would face the punishment they justly deserved without complaint.

They ran until they fell into darkness, until the forest around them went quiet. Ran until they reached the crest of a hill, and the fortress appeared below them, wrapped in darkness and chaos and power. Until they saw a lone female standing before the ward stones, the only thing keeping the castle from being overcome.

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