#brought up then shes fucking aromantic and you should respect that

[lumalalu]

i think if u ignore the sexual and/or romantic orientation of characters who are canonically aro/ace youre a bad person

#like i dont get why its 'different' #esp from media that has a good track record w representation like. #itd be one thing hcing a 'bi' character from fe as a lesbian instead bc u KNOW theyre not rlly meant to be bi #theyre meant to be an open romantic option and not actually queer rep #like obv theres grey zones of COURSE i know this but if the character in question LITERALLY rejects the notion of romantic love whenever its #brought up then shes fucking aromantic and you should respect that #LIKE. IM SO MAD ABT THIS IM SO MAD. #ugh i also saw ppl falling for a fresh ace troll blog and like Really? in 2021? #fucking morons. you are all awful people and i hate you >:( #U WOULDNT MAKE A TRANS CODED CHARACTER CIS WOULD U. A LESBIAN A BI PERSON. LIKE COME THE FUCK ON. #WHATS FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU. #god the troll blog thing is STILL.. #ALSO LIKE. SOMEONE SAID SOMETHING SUPER PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE IN A DISCORD SERVER IM IN #IT WAS LIKE IN RESPONSE TO A STUPID FE TAKE AND THEY WERE LIKE ''oh of course op is ace lol'' LIKE WHAT #WAS EVEN THE POINT OF SAYING THAT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. #ari angry about aphobia today. #im genuinely so fucking mad why are our struggles always seen as unimportant or lesser or god fucking forbid FUNNY #GOD. GOD! #same with being nonbinary tbh #im so frustrated #i was super eyerolling abt the superstraight stuff bc like #the Community's doing a fine enough job of ostracizing me already #certainly didnt need any help in that department #negative #anyways taking dusa away from u all until u learn to Respect Aromantic People and the Characters that reflect us #fuck you fuck you FUCK you..... fuck yoiuuuyuiiy. #dusa qpps w zag im Right im objectively correct #LIKE SHE SAYS THAT. IN GAME. SHE SAYS IT. GOD IM SO MAD. #its not about video games i only get mad abt video games in a cool and sexy way #its abt how we're not allowed to exist

[gryffindors-heir]

The Marauders Taking Care Of A Tired Partner

I'm astronomically tired today. I worked a fucking double and got woken up early do now I can't sleep, and I just want someone to take care of me. Also these can be interpreted as friendly instead of romantic for the aromantics out there.

James

He is far too hyper to understand what sleep is tbh

He tries though he really does I swear, he probably takes you to the Gryffindor common room or uses the room of requirement as a place to help you sleep

The Gryff common room is warm and cozy with the big ass fireplace they have and he'd wrap you in a burrito to be even cozier. He leaves your feet out though cuz those things get toasty

For the room of requirement, he basically just makes it a large ass pillow fort from the inside, it's very nice and is 10/10 for snuggles.

Speaking of, he's a cuddler, but if you're not then he 1000% respects that.

Might bring you hot cocoa or tea if he remembers

Sirius

Like James he is touchy and a cuddler, and cuddles help him fall asleep, so if you need contact to sleep he's a go to.

Would probably give you one of his jackets and a warm drink then carry you off to your bed.

He tucks you/you both in and he puts your head on his chest or he just talks to you

Also a fan of just singing people to sleep, he got a nice voice

Might tell you random stories he remembers reading to Regulus, but most of the time he bullshits them because he can't remember how they go anymore

Remus

He reads to you, since that's what his mom did to help him. Especially close to the full moon

Will makes sure to give you a drink before bed, and probably some cookies or chocolate if you want it

Probably gives you a satchet of lavender, and chamomile or something. Just some nice pleasing scents

Not a big fan of cuddles so he is not a go to when it comes to contact, but he will let you sleep on him

Like on his shoulder or like resting your head on his lap while he's reading or studying, he's fine with that

Also a fan of using the room of requirement, makes it into a nice outdoorsy space. Probably with some trees and a hammock. That or he makes just a nice room where it's raining outside.

Peter

Lol you thought. He kind of laughs at you, might give you a potion to actually help you, but that's it

Okay but for real though since Peter fans are out there and need to eat. Peter is a dumbass first and foremost, not entirely dumb, just a dumbass

He might not notice how tired you are at first until you pass out. He'd yelp cuz "oh my god you just collapsed onto the floor"

Would tuck you into bed or by the fireplace and might read to you or study next to you while you sleep (he has bad grades but he really does try his hardest not to)

When you wake up he'll apologize for not noticing, he's just oblivious, and grab something from the kitchens for you as an apology

Lily

Brushes your hair (if you have any. Some people rock the bald look), she might give you a back massage

Big fan of humming and it can go either way with cuddles

If someone tries to wake you up she shooshes them, might threaten them too (especially James)

She'll ask you if you want a drink and then get one for you, she's not gonna get you something of you won't drink it. It's wasteful

Might give you a stuffed animal as a cuddle replacement since she keeps a bear she got when she was five. It's from Petunia and it's the only thing that reminds her of the days before she became despised by her. It's very special

Regulus

Reads to you as well, again, Sirius did it with him and he's out like a light when he gets read to

He might take you outside, which I should explain this.

I like to imagine if you and Regulus are close, you guys have secret meetups in a little tent that you guys set up (you set it up, it was your idea), you guys read to each other classic literature and steal snacks from the kitchen and you stay up all night just chilling

So he takes you to the tent or the astronomy tower, depends on the time of day

Lets you lay on his chest and might fall asleep with you because he is perpetually tired. (In his nightmares he can see his demise)

You guys might have brought a music player of sorts to the tent so if you're there you guys play some jazz or something relaxing

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #peter pettigrew #lily evans #lily evans x reader #marauders #harry potter #gryffindor #hufflepuff #slytherin #ravenclaw

[theyanderespecialist]

(Questions) Can Alastor Be Sexual?

(WARNING ASEXUALITY IS NOT A SEXUALITY THAT DEFINES PEOPLE WHO ARE ASEXUAL AS THE SAME THIS IS JUST ME TAKING THE FACTS OF ALASTOR CHARACTER BIOLOGY AND DEMONOLOGY TO MAKE A VERSION OF WHAT HE BE LIKE AS ASEXUAL

SIDE NOT THIS IS FANFICTION THIS IS JUST TO ADDRESS THE HATEFUL THINGS I BEEN TOLD ABOUT MAKING ALASTOR HAVE SEX

HOPEFULLY THIS EXPLAINS TO YOU ALL MY PROCESS AND THAT IS NOT A DISRESPECT TO THE ASEXUAL COMMUNITY

THIS IS FICTION I JUST HOPE THIS HELPS YOU UNDERSTAND BETTER

and of course you are entitled to you preference you dont like Alastor as a sexual character but still want him yandere you can request platonic Alastor x reader scenarios and headcanons and so on

But once Again this is not disrespect to anyone just a take on how I work with Alastor being Sexual I know I am not explaining this well I mean How Alastor is sexual but still Asexual... I think Anyway just reade and enjoy this over explain explaination

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a Question and grivence a lot of people have with Fanfiction Alastor From Hazbin Hotel. Can He Be Sexual Or Should He Be Sexual.

That is what we are here to dive into today lets strap in and do this!

Now the Facts

1: Alastor Is Asexual

2: It Is Fanfiction

3: Vivzie the Creator Of Alastor has approved shipping as long as it is not harmful

These are the three main facts and cannon and such.

Now first what is Asexuality as some people have assumed it means a person does not enjoy sex at all.

A: Asexual is the lack of sexual attraction to others, or a low interest in sexual activity. Some people consider asexuality to be their sexual orientation, and others describe it as an absence of sexual orientation. ... Others are aromantic — that is, they feel no romantic attraction to other people.

Now we do not know if Alastor is Aromantic or not so that will be set up for a later chapter.

As it says above it does not mean that Alastor Cannot Feal Sexual Desire and It Does Not Mean that he does not enjoy it if he did find someone worthy enough to be with

So I am going to use Yandere Alastor as a good Example as it can touch on a few point.

.Alastor Is A Demon a deer demon at that: I think that if he goes by biology which some of the fandom has gone with is Alastor having a rut and deer season. So by Biology he does have moments in which he needs to lack of a better term breed. (Even though sinner demons cannot have children in canon)

.Alastor with feelings?: Now this is why I used Yandere Alastor as it is a good field but he would be very possessive in my eyes at least even if he was not yandere he is old fashion and if he found someone worthy (Or as a yandere found his Darling) he would be more so not willing to let them go and I believe their is the point he can get jealous it can be from small to big but on the extreme note which most yanderes are alastor would want to claim and mark his love and there is two way I believe he go about doing this

Cutting/Bitting/And physical markings

Or

Claiming as a lover and leaving bite marks and bruises to show that he or she or they were claimed by the Radio Demon

okay and a third selling their soul to alastor so then he litterally owns their entire being as his

now back to the sexuality and sex

So yes Alastor will be put in the mood from a rut (The rut could be consider just random arousal which does happen rarely though) and possibly a mating season.

Now this is not saying Alastor will be like sexual a lot or even a little.

I believe that he would like the build up to sex not even the forplay get that out of her not even taking off clothes (Yeets that out as well)

No I am talking the slow burn (Not as Romance) no I am talking about the "Leave something to the imagination" Classy but Sensual type of the thing like the long kisses and lightest of touches.

He will have to initiate them though he would love seeing the reaction of his love if he is romantic as he feeds off it.

for example you are wearing a dress from his period and look of perfection this will excite him more than seeing you naked most of the time

like seeing you naked he may or may not be uncomfortable because of him being a gentleman and so on.

No comes the last thing Asexual X Sexual partner.

So Lets your writing a fanfic about Alastor X Angel Dust

(Yeah The creator approved shipping as long as it is not harmful and such)

So Alastor rather he is good in bed or not can choose to have sex with Angel dust or any sexual partner and if it was someone he truly loved he would do it as he can enjoy sex but it is just not his cup of tea most days

Asexuals are valid and do not need to be "Fixed" But they are also able to be Sexual

I brought this up because this is one of the main Reasons people dig into me about Alastor what I have to say

"I respect anyone of Asexuality and will try to write Alastor when he is Asexual in my stories better to fit him you all do not have to be fixed and you are perfect the way you are. I write alastor as a yandere which triggers the things above though I may not always be clear in my writing of Alastor because I have a lot to improve still. Anyways I hope this does lighten things up for everyone. And Bless You All"

Stay Sexy all of my friends!]

(Side not this is fanfiction if you want to write Alastor with a different sexuality it is just fine, just label and tag your stuff accordingly. So if Gay alastor aint someone thing? They can move on

and you yeah you the haters who say I don't like this type of story or how you wrote the character so I am going to harress and bully you yeah fuck you! No one one if forcing you to read it so fuck off all you kevin and karens and let people who actually enjoy it read it you stuck up baby dick prudes!]

#yandere #yandere various #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #asexual #asexuality #asexuals can still have sex #hazbin hotel #alastor #Yandere Q and A

[meteor752]

Obi-Wan’s padawan that I accidentally created and ended up liking (This title is terrible)

My friend, Vera, who cosplayed as Ahsoka during Halloween, found out I had this blog and checked it out. Her favorite post out of them was about Obi-Wan’s Padawan loving Maul, and she asked me to make them a character.

So yeah, we sat down together with Kim, who played Obi-Wan, and started talking about directions to take this character. If you don’t like it, then good for you.

Oh, and I realized that we never came up with a name or gender, so I’m making it a She because I wrote out their whole “Family Tree”, and there’s a lot of males, and her name’s gonna be Vera cuz this was her idea

So yeah, Vera River was born somewhere on Wecacoe by an unknown mother. This unknown bitch of a mother sold her quickly, as she wanted nothing to do with poor Vera, so Vera grew up being sold left and right to different slave owners.

Growing up like this, Vera became a very quiet and scared little girl, because if she talked then it was chains. She hated being in chains, and even later in her life, she refuses to wear things like bracelets as it reminds her of it.

This continued until she was five years old, where there was some mission to Wecacoe by two Jedi and she was accidentally stumbled upon and brought to the Jedi temple. And as you might have guessed, the two who stumbled upon her was a 12 year old Anakin and a 28 year old Obi-Wan Kenobi. Because of the fact that she was saved by the two, she started to idolize them like you wouldn’t believe and made sure to keep up on what was going on in the two’s life.

Vera was put in a clan like every Jedi youngling, and in her case the cobra clan (Again, how do they name these?? We just made this name up). Because of the first five years of her life, it did make her a bit insecure and jumpy, which was easy to pick on by her clanmates.

The cobra clan consists of a Pau’an male named Timoa, a Devoranian male named Kaltin, a Kel dor female named Tiivia, a Mon Calamari named Meeka and a female Chiss named Amore. Vera did not get along with either Timoa, Kaltin nor Amore, but Tiivia and Meeka were nice.

Vera herself is from an unknown species (Don’t try to look it up, my friends and I made it up), that is sort of near-human. Her skin is chalk white, french braided hair is ebony black and eyes mud brown with a single peck of Amber. She looks relatively human, the only really abnormal thing is that her arms are a little extra long, and sharp fangs instead of teeth.

The thing is, she has a “Beast” form. When she feels threatened or scared, her outward appearance completely changes.

Her limbs grow longer, her back curves so she has to walk on four legs and her jaw can unhinge when she snarls, hisses or roars. Her mouth is unable to form real words, so instead she sends them telepathically into whoever she is talking to’s brain. The top of her head is formed into a sort of tentacle mass, and two extra arms come out of her back. The worst thing though if you ask her, the worst thing is the eyes. Upon the tentacles, there are almost two dozen covering them, and multiple appear and disappear on her body all the time. It is creepy and confusing on so many levels.

Vera is extremely shamed of the beast, and no one in the Jedi council knows of it except for Master Fisto.

During her clan’s first swim class when she was around nine, Timoa pushed her into the water and the beast emerged, as Vera is deeply terrified of water. Master Fisto comforted her, the sweetheart he is, and promised to keep it a secret. He also made the rest of her clan, who were terrified, keep the same promise. After that day, she had gained a lot more respect from her clan, and she overcame her fear of water.

During her gathering, after having to climb up a wall she could only do as the beast, she instead of founding one crystal, found two. Confused as ever, she climbed back down with the two crystals tightly in her grasp and made it out of the cave, first in her clan as well.

Back on the ship while looking at lightsaber types, she stumbles upon something called a Light Whip and falls in love. So yeah, this sweetie now has two blue light whips, good luck defeating her.

But like, a week or two after Ahsoka, aka the clone wars movie and stuff, Obi-Wan once again requested a Padawan, and after seven years Vera once again met her hero.

And she was his Padawan. Great, time to panic.

Over the course of seven years at the temple, she had done her fair share of research on Master Kenobi and holy kriff this guy can’t catch a break, can he. 

So she decided to put up a bubbly, happy exited facade so he won’t have to deal with the mess of a being she is. 

The two of them actually ended up getting along quite well, despite Vera putting him on a pedestal all the time. They joked and sassed out each other, but they also fought together perfectly. 

Vera and ‘Soka got along as well, with both being new Padawans and not too large of an age difference. They became like sisters, and more than once referred to each other as such.

Ani on the other hand...they didn’t exactly hate each other, they just..did not...get along. Vera still admired him greatly, he did help with her rescue as a five year old after all.

During a mission where just the two of them ended up stuck in a ship in the middle of space for a couple of hours, Vera tried an Ice Breaker to get to know each other better.

They ended up really getting to know each other though, as they both vented about their past and feelings -Ani about his jealousy for Vera being a better Padawan than he could ever be and his anger for the Jedi council, and Vera about bottling up her feelings- and then cried. After that they had a better connection and became sort of slave buds. They never called themselves that though, cuz that is weird.

Oh, remember this? Yeah, if Vera was present she would have been discussing that with them, as she is easily distracted.

 After that though, she started pondering about their actual lineage and how wide it goes, so yeah she started her research, and after a couple of months she had mapped out everything and was on multiple masters radar.

The only people she Officially showed were Master Kenobi, Ani and ‘Soka, but she did slip from time to time and just accidentally showed someone to prove a point. 

After ‘Soka by mistake called Ani dad (A headcanon of mine, you can’t tell me it didn’t happen at least thrice) she did another family tree, but this time of how she viewed her family, and since both the 501st and 212th are apart of it she had to get to know the name of every clone trooper in both battalions that have ever lived. 

It. was. torture. But worth it!

This one was more personal though, and only a few people knew about it. And anytime Ani and Master Kenobi had a “moment”, she may or may not have squealed a bit because the tree ‘Soka! The tree!

This also created the inside joke of Master Kenobi and Vera from time to time calling each other “Dad” and “Daughter”, mostly to tease Ani and ‘Soka, but also because they had made a bond over their time together.

Even though she viewed both Master Kenobi and Ani as her father figures, Vera still really liked Satine and just thinks that she and Master Kenobi should hook up already.

She’s also one of the very few people that are unaware of Senator Amidala and Ani’s marriage, but she still thinks they would be a cute couple.

Ummmmm, what do we more have...she’s Aromantic Asexual! She just doesn’t see Romantic Love as necessary to her, and Sex will forever be destroyed for her thanks to her history as a slave, cough cough.

Her diet mainly consists of bugs when she’s unable to go hunting. This grosses Master Kenobi out like you wouldn’t believe, cuz great now there’s two of them. Ani and ‘Soka approves.

When she is on a forest planet though, then she gladly sneaks away to go hunting. It’s not that she’s not allowed, persay, it’s just that most of the time parts of The Beast is shown.

If she sees that it is safe enough, she sometimes lets the beast out for a run, mostly because if she doesn’t and keeps it hidden for too long she becomes aggressive, and she fears that it might appear out of nowhere.

I realized after this was finished that fuuuuck, this means I have to add what Vera was doing during every episode both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka is in fucking kill meeee. So yeah, this is not discussed with either Kim nor Vera, this is only me. Surprise Mother Fuckers.

And I won’t explain every arc, as most times she was just standing around or fighting.

During Mortis she was unconscious. I rewatched the episodes for this, and realized that there is no way to add her without changing major plot points. So yeah, after Ahsoka and Kenobi fall asleep in that cave and have their visions, she does too but doesn’t wake up until they’ve left Mortis. I will explain why later

Slaves of Zygerria she just takes Rex’s place basically, since she’s an ex-slave and doesn’t want to be put back into that. This backfires however as they are put into the slave camp, and suffer terrible nightmares after it for months. Lot of cuddles with Ahsoka if ya know what I mean

During the Citadel Arc, she actually follows orders and stays behind, Ahsoka!

She goes into depression during the Hardeen ordeal and didn’t leave her quarters. No one blamed her for that.

Alright let’s address the elephant in the room here.

She found out at an early age about Maul killing Master Kenobi’s master, and at first she was as shocked and terrified as most younglings were, because A Sith?! We thought those were dead!!

But then she was actually showed a picture of Maul, and holy shit this guy looked cool!!

Like, she has seen Zabraks before, obviously, but damn! The way his dark tattoos looked against his red skin, the glowing eyes, the tattoos just !! Wow!!

It got even worse when she first found out about his red double-bladed lightsaber, that made him look even cooler!

More than once after Vera became Master Kenobi’s Padawan did she ask about the Sith, as vaguely as she could, but her master didn’t really like talking about it and she accepted that.

When she found out that he was alive though...holy shit...

‘Soka could literally not make her stop talking about it, and Vera waited not so patiently day after day until finally, finally, her master told her that they were dealing with a “Maul Issue”.

Callback to this, she freaked out, Maul and Savage were confused as hell and Master Kenobi was just. what. the fuck. why. is this. happening to me.

On their way back to the temple, bloody and bruised, more Master Kenobi then Vera as Savage had a very hard time fighting her, he asked what the kriff that was.

So yeah, Vera started rambling about how fucking awesome she thought Maul was, the same with his brother who she found out existed two hours earlier, and that she really wanted a double bladed saber and Master Kenobi just being like this is really not what I meant, stop idolizing them.

She acts similar around Mr. Ohnaka, who finds great joy in the little Kenobi and gladly answered all of her questions about being a Pirate when they meet.

Now, Vera isn’t all happy feeling of course. Just like everyone else, she suffers negative feelings as well, and in her case they are quite...extra.

She has a bad habit of tapping into the dark side of the force, sometimes out of anger, sometimes fear, and sometimes just because it’s the easiest way. If you are able to kill someone by force choking them to end the mission, why shouldn’t you? It doesn’t make you a bad person, right?

Well, it did however turn on her after she turned fourteen, two years after she was assigned to Master Kenobi, and just a few months before the Jedi Purge (Also before ‘Soka’s trial)

A small stealth mission, Master Kenobi and Ani with their two Padawans and a handful of clones, was surprised by a full on assault. The four of them nearly got killed that day.

But a wall inside Vera broke, and every ounce of the Dark Side of the force inside of her was set free, which meant that parts of The Beast were shown.

Vera herself lifted off the ground, together with every droid in front of her, and then they all were crushed at once.

When Vera’s feet were back on the ground once again, and she looked back at the three near unconscious bodies, it was instead of her two mud brown eyes six pitch black one, two on her cheekbones and two on her forehead.

She smiled back at them, showing off her fanged teeth, but she was met with faces of horror. That was when the true realization of what she had done hit her, and The four extra eyes melted back into her skin. Horrifying sight, truly.

She was silent on the way back to the Jedi temple, ‘Soka trying to ask her what happened, but she simply just shook her head.

It was the same in front of the council, she refused to speak so Master Kenobi had to explain what happened. Master Fisto also ended up telling them about the beast, reluctantly, and only after gaining a silent nod from her.

She was expelled that day.

Left silently, didn’t speak to her master, brother Padawan nor sister.

(Alright, I want y’all to take the next thing with a grain of salt. Vera, Kim and I had fun with the idea, and it was mostly a joke, but I’m going to share it anyways. Oh and also, I would recommend reading this beforehand, as use that headcanon, thanks!)

Barely a week or two after she left for Wecacoe trying to find anything about what the kriff she was, she started to feel a presence. It was weak and vague, but one thing was sure.

It was dark.

So Vera sat down in meditation position in front of a candle, as she had always found that that helped, and started to meditate in the dark side of the force.

Barely an hour into doing this it was there once again, more evident this time. When she opened her now six eyes, she locked eyes with a barely solid being, whose eyes shone with gleam and amusement. A being she had only briefly seen before it had knocked her unconscious for who knows how long a year prior in Mortis.

The Son

As any sane person she stood up and ignited her whips, asking how and why he was there.

So he explained who she was.

A fucking force wielder, created fourteen years ago in an attempt to create a being as powerful as him to balance how to ever growing light side of the force. His daughter.

After a lot of convincing and ifs and buts, Vera actually agreed to follow to Mortis as the embodiment of the Darkside, just so she can balance everything out. 

(Personal headcanon of mine, the moment a force wielder dies another one is created, if one doesn’t already exist that is. So yeah, she also agrees to find her one year old cousin and brings him there no she did not kidnap him hush).

The Jedi council notices the small shift in the force, and Kenobi, Skywalker, and Tano eventually figures out Mortis, and thanks to the fact that Anakin is a Force Wielder himself (I will never stop believing that), they manage.

The three of them expect to find the Son, or something like him in the Cathedral.

Instead, they find Vera on the floor meditating, her eyes dark and ominous and red markings over her white skin.

They questioned it, obviously, and she explained who and what she was. They didn’t believe her, why would they, and thought that the Son had just manipulated her. This angered her a little as the son, her father, had passed away just a few days earlier. A force manifestation doesn’t make it for that long without a body, and he had fulfilled his purpose by bringing her there.

She offered them to stay, and if they would declined she didn’t want them returning. They refused, and Vera snapped, attacking.

She nearly killed Ahsoka. She stood above her, her whips way to close to the Togrutas throat, eyes once again pitch black and fangs glimmering in the small light that was let in.

Anakin saved her life by slicing up Vera’s mouth, completely destroying parts of her lips. Everything stopped inside of Vera for a second as she was thrown back, blood pouring down her face. A force wielder could not die unless it was of the dagger, but physical damage could be caused to them.

The rage flooded inside her veins, and when she looked up back at her former master, brother padawan and sister, her eyes were neither black nor brown. They were red, and had no sign of her usual kind and happy nature left in them.

Vera lifted the three of the ground, and as angry tears streamed down her face she yelled at them to never return or she would end their life immediately, and then forced them out of Mortis. That was the last time she saw any of them.

She spent most of her days taking care of her cousin, Tartur, or meditating the pain away. Crying became a part of her routine. At first, she constantly checked Kenobi, Skywalker and Tano’s force presence, but stopped after just a few weeks as it hurt too much.

The purge almost gave her a heart attack, as it was so much pain and death at once. All the deaths mixed together made that she couldn’t clearly tell who died when, but when it was finally over she simply assumed that everyone was gone, including her former master and her sister. 

Skywalkers fall was understandable, she’d felt his possessive nature when she was still a Padawan, but she was still angered.

Tartur grew up hearing stories of the galaxy, the Jedi and the force. Vera taught him everything she knew about using the force and trained him in hand to hand combat and with a pole resembling a lightsaber. She never picked up her light whips after the day she nearly killed her sister.

Despite being the woman that raised him, and his family, and being the embodiment of light, Tartur grew up hating his cousin because she could leave, he couldn’t.

By Anakin, the child of the force, using the dark side, Tartur had to stay on Mortis to keep the balance and push light side into the force at all times.

Vera on the other hand could leave, or for a few days at least, but she chose not to unless it was for a supply run (This girl loves her son good hot chocolate), otherwise she stayed at all times.

When Maul died, she felt it which was a surprise to her for two reasons.

One, he survived for that long? Told you he was awesome!

And two, she hadn’t felt any deaths since the purge.

Obi-Wan was next, which nearly tore her open. His death actually made her leave Mortis just to find out what happened, and that was when she met a sunny force sensitive young boy named Skywalker. Wait a minute-!

Ahsoka’s death was the last one, years later. At this point she had nearly gotten used to it, and she was able to accept it.

It was also during this time that Tartur and her started to avoid each other for long periods of time. They kept to their side of the planet for sometimes weeks, sometimes longer. Once they went for two years.

After maybe a millions years of living on this planet, sulking for the most part, Vera decided to take initiative and actually see the galaxy, find out what happened to the places she used to love so much.

And the galaxy sure was...different. When she walked around, a cloak covering her dark Jedi looking robes and red eyes scanning the area, she noticed multiple untrained force sensitive beings.

During some quick research in a library, she learned that the Jedi were seen as myths and legends nowadays, and that very few people believed in their existence.

So she took some more initiative and managed to charm her way into talking in front of a couruscant school, her old masters teachings always comes to use, and before she knew it she stood on a stage in front of hundreds of wondering and confused eyes.

So she started simply, asking how many knew what a Jedi were, of which maybe a fourth of the school raised their hand, something that made her incredibly sad. When she asked how many believed in the Jedi, nearly everyone lowered their hand, except for a small Zabrak boy, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old.

The Zabrak boy got a few laughs from the audience, but Vera simply smiled kindly and asked for his name, which was Revar.

And then she explained the force, the Jedi, the Sith, tales of the old republic she’d heard as a child, the clone war, the empire the first order everything. Everything to these children, and no one said a word as she spoke, just stared at her in awe.

When she was finally done and her mouth was dry and she craved hot chocolate, an even younger Twi’lek girl raised her hand and asked what the Jedi were like.

After she answered that question, more hands flew into the air.

So she kept returning to that school, once every three months, to tell stories and answer questions. Some kids did a little research on their own and asked questions about specific Jedi, and she gladly told them of what she knew.

Around ten kids on the school were force sensitive, including Revar, and there were even some that were related to the Jedi of her time. This she never told them while on stage though, and instead in private. She taught these ten a few tricks to conceal their force abilities, but also how to do simple Jedi mind tricks or moving small objects.

More schools requested her, and after around three years with these kids she moved on to a different one. Eventually she stood on stage in front of entire planets, and from time to time even got help by Tartur.

Planets started to hail the Jedi more and more, and small monuments were built in their honor. Temples were created and some requested Vera to teach them, something she accepted.

Soon the Jedi were back, but in a different way than before. Instead of mainly using the light side, or mainly the dark side, it was a mix of both as that is what Vera are.

Vera and Tartur made sure this lasted for billions of years, teaching new younglings and making sure the older spread what they had learnt. Of course they had to regularly return to Mortis, but when they could they were traveling the galaxy.

Aeons after her birth, Vera finally passed away peacefully, her cousins promising to take care of the child that would be created when she was gone.

He didn’t cry, he’d seen this coming for days and he knew that his time weren’t that far away either.

Vera reunited with her family finally in the force, and she watched as what she had created continued to live on long after she was gone.

•

•

This took time! Like, really long time! Me, Vera and Kim talked for hours about this, and had to stop to rewatch the Mortis Arc in the middle of it. I actually like where we took this, and it was fun to do.

But for real, this took weeks, so be grateful

#star wars #Star Wars OC #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars au #kinda #long post #Obi-Wan Padawan #Vera is my new favorite OC #mostly because her story has an end #most of my OC’s don’t

[takerfoxx]

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Season 3 FINALE, First Impressions.

=slowly sits down with my head in my hands=

=heavy sigh=

All right.

Let’s do this.

When we last left Adora, she had been instructed to “go back to the beginning” without really knowing what that means. But first she took a detour (with Madam Razz’s blessing) to go get Glimmer and Bow first. And when she arrived.

Oh. Oh no...

At first I thought reality had molded itself exclusively into what Catra wants. But now we see that it was doing it everything, creating a superficially perfect world. And in Glimmer’s perfect world, she has a wonderful relationship with her mother, Bow is still around but working as an apprentice historian (which, uh, raises...questions), and...

...um...

...and her father is still alive.

We finally meet King Micah, and he is every bit the loving and supportive father and husband he’s been made out to be. I was already steeling myself to be emotionally ravaged by this episode, but that got me. And it goes back to what I’ve said a hundred times before: execution is everything. I’ve seen this trope so many times, where a main character wakes in an alternate reality that’s happier than the one they’ve known, usually complete with a happy relationship with an absent parent. And normally it doesn’t do anything for me, but because this show had worked so hard to make me care about these characters, seeing King Micah there with his wife and daughter...it got to me. And it’s interesting to note that the “perfect” reality is constantly remodeling itself. When Adora was in the Fright Zone, the invasion was well underway with her having led the attack on Thaymor that we saw in the pilot and they were all gearing up to go after Mermista. But since the Fright Zone had been consumed by the collapse, the invasion had never even happened, and those in Brightmoon didn’t even know what the Horde was.

Unfortunately the collapse is still underway, and it comes to Brightmoon. Fortunately Glimmer and Bow come to believe Adora and they make their way to go see Entrapta for advice, but not before Glimmer’s home is destroyed, and not before Angella remembers who she is and has to say goodbye to Micah for the second time. What makes it worse is the heavy implication that this Micah isn’t some illusion conjured up to make her and Glimmer happy, but might be the actual Micah, returned from the dead. He seems to actually remember everything for himself and realize what’s going on...mere seconds before he’s consumed. 

Fuck.

Anyway, reality starts really breaking down then, and the BFS start getting shuffled around from place to place at lightning speed, all the while watching people they care about disappear. Fortunately, Entrapta lasts long enough to let them know that not only is reality collapsing around them, but it’s following Adora specifically since it was her sword that opened the portal. That’s why different places don’t seem to fall apart until she goes there. Entrapta also let’s them know how to bring things back to normal: they need to find Adora’s sword. Unfortunately, doing to will force whoever removes the sword from the portal to stay behind. When I heard that, I knew.

And well, they set off to do just that, but by then things have already gone too far. Reality is now truly fucked, cycling them through space and time. We see the old Etheria before it was removed from the universe. We finally meet Mara, hundreds of years in the past.

And we watch Bow and Glimmer disappear as well.

Yeah, I knew they were coming back, but by then I was so wrapped up in what was going on that it utterly destroyed me.

But Adora isn’t allowed time to grieve, because the long-awaited confrontation has finally come. Catra has found her, and she is so obsessed in denying Adora any sort of victory that she’ll gladly let time and space collapse in on itself and kill them all if it means that Adora loses.

Their battle through various various places we’ve visited throughout the show is in many ways a follow-up to The Promise, which was probably my favorite episode in the first season. They used to be so close, but now things have gone too far, and their relationship is all but unsalvageable. 

It’s then that Adora finally realizes that she can’t save her former best friend. Catra’s just too far gone. And as much as I love Catra and really do want her to find some measure of peace, Adora snapping back that no, she’s not the one to blame for how Catra turned out and punching her with an emphatic, “You made your choice! Now live with it!” was incredibly satisfying. Because she’s right. No, what happened to Catra wasn’t her fault, but ultimately she has to start taking responsibility for her own actions and stop blaming everyone else.

Well, Shadow Weaver could still stand to shoulder a good chunk of that blame...

And then we get to that scene. 

Well, you’re not wrong. And in the wise words of one of my childhood heroes...

I mean, I called it, didn’t I? I knew that the big tragic event was coming, and while I only figured out that it would be Angella, I still figured it out. But even though I saw it coming, even though I had time to brace myself, it still...

...

Fuck it.

Look, I have a very...complicated relationship with my parents. My dad is pretty mentally ill. At the very least he’s bipolar, and probably has several other things wrong with him too, causing him to be subject to sudden and extreme mood swings and paranoid thoughts. On top of it, he badly hurt his back when I was a kid which has left him in constant pain to this day, and what little details I’ve heard of his own childhood has painted him as being a damaged abuse survivor (sounds like someone else I know). As for my mom, well, she’s kind of like me, only a little less so. She’s a bit on the spectrum herself, and I’m pretty sure that even if she’s not outright aromantic, then she’s pretty damned close, and she has her own shit from her own past to work through. As such, he went into marriage looking for love, companionship, and support, while she was just getting married because she felt it was the thing to do, and she also wanted kids.

So while I’m glad that my brother, my sister, and I were brought into the world as a result, it’s clear that they never should have gotten together. Their relationship was constantly toxic and often mutually abusive, moreso on my dad’s end. And when you’re an autistic kid craving a stable and predictable environment growing up in a house that was anything but, when an offhand comment is perfectly fine one day but grounds for a full-on blow up the next, well, it’s...not exactly ideal. I was never physically or sexually abused or something like that, but one day he could be the goofiest, friendliest person in the world and the next one tiny joke will set him off. I mean, it wasn’t all bad. Hell, some of it was pretty great. He really did try to be a good father, and we shared a lot of the same interests, but he was a broken man in so many ways, battling demons that were just stronger than he was.

Anyway, they finally divorced when I was eighteen, and while that was pretty volatile, that was when I finally started to break out of my shell and develop into being my own person. Since then I’ve developed much healthier relationships with both of them. My mom and I have always gotten along great despite us sharing very few interests and having polar opposite political beliefs, and I still stop by to visit every other week to go to the movies or whatever. As for my dad, well, time, distance, and reflection have helped me to understand him better. I always knew that he truly does love us and was trying his best to be a good father, but he was sick and in constant conflict with his mind, with his body, and with his marriage. Nothing ever seemed to work out for him, and it got to him. But I’ll never forget this one story my mom told me about how soon after he had broken his back and lost his job as a result he would force himself to walk to job interviews despite being in so much pain that he could barely cross the parking lot, just because he felt that he had to provide for his family. I’ll always respect that about him, and while it doesn’t excuse the way he would often treat us when his demons took control, I understand him much better, and I pity him more than I resent him.

So, all of that big, long personal tangent to say this: I kind of am a sucker for stories about parental figures who are deeply flawed but do genuinely love their children and just work so hard to do right by them even if they don’t really understand how. 

I bawled at the end of Logan despite not really being a big Wolverine fan. Yondu’s funeral in Guardians of the Galaxy 2 is probably the only time a Marvel movie made me tear up. Brave might be considered one of the lesser Pixar movies, it will always be one of my favorites. 

Angella had been devastated by the loss of Micah, and that made her terrified of losing anyone else. It’s what caused the rift between her and her daughter. It’s what made her too scared to act. But despite labeling herself as a coward, she ultimately performed the bravest act, willingly laying down her life in order to save Etheria while trusting her daughter’s safety to Adora. 

Oh, Angella, you were the bravest one of us. I hope that wherever you are now, you found Micah there waiting for you.

The portal is closed, and reality is restored. But there is plenty of damage to go around. That glare that Adora shoots Catra tell volumes about how their relationship is now. And just that sad look on Hordak’s face as he touches the stone (which bears the run for Loved in First Ones’ Language!) in the armor Entrapta made for him also said so much. You know, I never considered the idea that an evil overlord might have some kind of redemption story. Those are usually reserved for rivals like Catra or good-hearted minions like Entrapta. But if they go that route...I’m not at all opposed. At the very least he has a very compelling character arc, and I really do hope he and Entrapta reunite.

Also, while I am okay with Shadow Weaver working for the good guys now, I hope she’s not let off the hook for all the pain she’s caused. Catra’s wrong about a lot of things, but she is right about how it’s messed up that Shadow Weaver just gets to be one of the good guys after all she’s done. Still, I trust this show to handle it right.

But poor, poor Glimmer. She’s the queen now! She’s the head of the Rebellion! She finally got what she wanted, but in the worst possible way.

And as for that stinger...shit. Reality might have been saved, but Hordak succeeded in getting his message out. And now Horde Prime is coming, and he’s bringing the Horde, the real Horde with him

Well, I guess that wraps that up. I’m all caught up with the show and it’s about halfway through its planned run. Thank you so much to everyone to pushed me into watching this show, I thoroughly loved it. Now we wait together.

#she-ra #spop #adora #catra #angella #king micah #glimmer #hordak #entrapta #abuse tw #reaction

[astxlphe]

Hey @wofwalker ! I’m your secret valentine!

I’m sorry for being so late! I had something actually ready for the 14th, but I hated it so I started over at the last minutes…sorry haha ^^' 

I hope you enjoy this??? Sorry again…

So, for you I’ve got a Platonic Soulmate AU for the main OT4 (Lavi-Lena-Kanda-Allen)

Summary:

People said that there was nothing more romantic than meeting your soulmate. Lavi politely disagreed. By some strange luck, he met all three of his soulmates in the same week. Falling in love is the last thing they want.

Lavi was freshly settled in London after moving from France when he met the first of his three soulmates.

She was a young woman, with short hair and a friendly smile, working at his new local coffee shop. Her badge told him her name was Lenalee, matching the curvy, deep purple handwriting around his ankle.

"Is there something wrong?"

He blinked. He hadn't realized he had been staring. For a moment, he didn't really think things through. "It's nothing," he said.

She didn't look convinced. Instead she took a look at his name on his cup. "You're…Lavi right?"

"Yeah, that's me!"

Her eyes widened and she looked at him for a little too long, until the customer behind Lavi started complaining. "Just a second!" she said. Then, she wrote something on the cup and handed it to him.

Lavi took his coffee, and settled at a table. He turned on the computer and opened the manuscript he was supposed to translate — oh crap, the deadline was coming fast — but he couldn't take his mind of her.

Maybe it was someone else, he theorized. Maybe it was another Lenalee — there had to be a lot of Lenalees out there.

No, he decided. There was no doubt. This Lenalee was the right one. She recognized him. He drank enough of his coffee to tilt the cup and read what she's written.

Shift end at 7. Stay?

He looked back at the counter and caught her eye. Then, he nodded at her. She smiled.

Nobody expected to meet their soulmate anymore. Lavi, while wishing to meet his, knew that meeting your soulmate, let alone all three of them, was basically impossible.

And yet, here he was.

Lenalee put a few pounds in the cash register and poured two coffees, before joining Lavi at his table. Just like she'd asked, he'd stayed until seven.

"Here," she said, putting the full cup next to Lavi. He looked up from his computer his eyes settling on the cup. "I'm sure you already know," she added, "but I'm Lenalee Lee.”

Lavi's name was written on her skin in hasty, yet neat orange letters, decorating the inside of her elbow.

"Hey, Lena," he answered, grinning at her. "I'm Lavi Bookman, and I think we might be soulmates. I hope we get to know each other!”

She smiled back at him, a little nervous. That was…awkward. She hoped he wouldn't try to flirt with her. She knew from the beginning that she would be the only woman in their soulmates group, but it had never occurred to her it would cause a problem if they were interest in…this…kind of relationship.

She opted for telling him right away before he developed false hopes.

“I'm a lesbian," she declared. “And I have a girlfriend.”

Lavi froze for a moment, then he understood what she meant and raised his hands in innocence. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested!” She raised an eyebrow, and he trailed of. “I don’t mean you’re not interesting, it’s just that I just don’t do that kind of things. I’m aromantic.”

She felt herself relax, and her smile became a little more natural. Thank god. One down, two to go. “Sorry for assuming,” she said. “I want to know you better too. What about the other two though? Allen and Yuu?"

Lavi frowned, his mouth tilting downward and his eyes taking a strange, blank expression as he stared at nothing. He was thinking, she understood.

"I don't know," he said. "We're already lucky to have met, and I'm not sure we'll be that lucky again." Lenalee's eyebrows knitted together and she looked down at her coffee. "But don't worry! I'm sure we will bump into them at some point!"

That made her smile again, and she hoped Lavi was right. She took his pen, which was lying, unused, on a blank piece of paper, and wrote her phone number on it. Whatever work he was supposed to be doing, she thought, he wasn’t going very fast.

"We should meet up again," she offered as Lavi saved the number in his phone. Her own phone buzzed, signalling a message from an unknown number, containing only "Hi!" and a smiling face.

"Definitely."

She saved the number as Lavi's, and they went on their separate ways. She couldn't stop grinning to herself all the way home. Something had just put itself together.

Komui had often told her about the incredibly exhilarating feeling that came with meeting your soulmate. She understood what he was talking about now.

Allen and Kanda knew each others since middle school, and discovered their soul bond during that time.

No, it didn't help them get along.

Don't get him wrong, Allen respected Kanda well enough — despite appearances, he wasn't an idiot and was perceptive enough to read people like books — but god, the man was insufferable. 

Their may-or-may-not-be friends relationship involved a lot of arguing, which wasn’t actually as bad as it sounded.

Besides, it wasn't like anything romantic would ever happen between them, just the idea made Allen's skin crawl. Kanda was married and him and his better half — literally, Alma was a ray of sunshine — were in a happy, monogamous relationship.

Allen would know, he had been the best man. It was the first and last time Kanda had called him by his name.

Maybe more friends than not, then.

"Hey, Beansprout, stop dreaming and do your fucking job."

"It's Allen," Allen hissed, turning on his heals. "It's not that difficult!"

"Whatever, the brats will be here in ten minutes."

Oh right, the children. It was going to be story hour soon. Allen loved putting on a fun show for the kids, they were adorable and the best kind public.

Still, he scowled at Kanda as he put the books on their shelves. "I'm almost ready, I don't need you to order me around."

Kanda clicked his tongue in annoyance, and disappeared in another aisle. Allen vaguely heard him snapping at someone, and rolled his eyes. Leave it to Kanda to get angry at visitors. Whoever that poor guy was, he was unlucky enough to stumble on the worst tempered library employee in the world.

Kanda liked his job.

People were usually pretty surprised about it, because of the weekly story hours and the high number of children from the local elementary school who came at the library, but it was a quiet job, and people usually didn't bother him too much.

He gave the doubters his middle finger, and they usually shut up about it.

He glared at a shelf, where some idiot hadn't put the books back in the right place, and took them out. It was a French dictionary and his brother the conjugation guidebook, placed in the children section.

He headed to the language section, where they belonged, and secretly hoped the redhead guy in the aisle didn't ask for help.

"Oh, hey miss—"

He stopped, closed his eyes — deep breath, he thought, deep breath — and slowly turned around. The guy paled and wisely took a step back.

"-ter," he finished in a hurry. "I'm looking for the French conjugation guide? And—" he noticed the books in Kanda's hand "— I see that you have it."

"You fucking—"

"He said a bad word!"

A kid was pointing a finger at Kanda, eyes wide, and the redhead jumped on the opportunity.

"That's really, really bad," he said, nodding sagely. "Why don't you apologize for tainting those young ears."

Very slowly, Kanda put the books in their shelf and turned to the kid. "Why aren't you with your group?"

"I'm lost! Allen said that if we were lost, we had to ask a grown-up!"

"You're two aisles away from the kid section," Kanda said in a flat voice.

Sure, he didn't like kids, but he wasn't going to go off on one either. The brat was somewhere around five years old, and he would cry.

"Can you show me?"

He sighed, and nodded. He sent one last glare at the redhead, who had already grabbed the book he needed while he was distracted. However, he had stopped in the process of making an exit.

"What?" he snapped at him.

It seemed to spooky him back into action, and he left the aisle. Kanda led the kid back to his group, where Allen was gathering everyone, about to start story hour. The redhead was still here, looking curiously at the beansprout.

"Oh, thank you Kanda," Allen said when he brought the kid back. "I was wondering why we had a missing member." He bent down and smiled at him. "Did you go on an adventure?"

"Yes! And then I got lost." He looked down, and Allen's smiled softened.

"It's really hard to find your way here. So you asked Kanda for help, right?"

"Yes!" Then, the kid took a conspirator's tone and added. "He cussed."

Allen's smile thinned, and he directed the boy to his group, then turned to Kanda.

“Oh, did he? He’ll have to go on time out, then.” He looked up at Kanda, still smiling brightly. “Right Kanda?”

Kanda clicked his tongue again. "They're going to learn them somehow, beansprout."

"It's Allen," he mechanically corrected, before tilting to the side. "But since you're resistant to learning my name, I guess I can do the same. Right, Yuu?"

Kanda wanted to deck him so badly, but his conscience — a little voice that sounded like Alma— whispered "not in front of the children!".

Alma was a terrible influence on him.

A choked gasp attracted their attention, and Kanda's focus shifted back on the redhead, who smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Lavi."

Kanda swore again. The children laughed.

Everybody talked about finding their soulmate as if it was the single, most romantic thing that could ever happen.

Lavi wasn't in love with his soulmate.

Sure, Lenalee was kind, sweet, cute, and she was also gay, which made the dating part obsolete anyway, but he wasn't in love.

To be honest, this kind of love was a little puzzling to him — his parents were in love, his friends Chomesuke and Kawamura also, and they were both a pair of soulmates — but Lavi just didn't get it.

The internet, and himself, called it aromanticism, but in the end it didn’t change the fact that Lavi didn’t fall in love — not the romantic kind, at least — and didn’t mind it one bit. You didn’t need to fall in love anyway.

He hoped the others would be the same.

True he had told Lenalee they would run into them eventually, but he knew the statistics and how unlikely it was. The be perfectly honest, he hadn't expected to be right.

He certainly hadn't expected it to happen the very same week, he was browsing the library for a little help with a few terms in his manuscripts.

The three of them blinked at each other owlishly.

"So you're the reason why I have an obnoxiously orange name on my arm," Allen said. "Thanks."

It sounded like sarcasm.

"Yours is green," Lavi answered. "Not much better. At least it matches my eyes."

It made Allen shake his head with a smile. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "Kanda and I are working right now, so we can't really speak. Would you like to meet some other time else? Maybe during the week-end? Is Saturday all right?" He glanced at Kanda, who nodded sharply. "We don't work on Saturdays."

"That would be great! I don't think Lenalee works on Saturdays either."

"Lenalee? You know her?"

Lavi nodded quickly. "I met her a few days ago. I've been lucky, lately, running into all three of you in less that a week. You'll love her."

Lenalee was a little concerned about meeting Allen and Yuu — no, Kanda, as Lavi told her he liked to be called.

He had called her on Wednesday, telling her about meeting them at the library. He had stayed for about an hour after their initial meeting, to watch Allen during story hour — "he's really good at this," he said, “the kids love him”. He also told her about Kanda, who was kind of rude but probably a good guy.

Still, she wasn’t sure how they would take her already being in a relationship. Her girlfriend wasn’t the jealous type — “they’re men, Lena, what are you going to do, cheat on me?” —  and Lavi seemed fine with it, but she didn’t know the other two yet. A lot of people wanted to keep this kind of relationship exclusive.

When she arrived at the rendez-vous point, Lavi was already here, in the company of who she assumed were Allen and Kanda. They were arguing over something, and she put a smile on her face and joined them.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m Lenalee Lee.”

“I’m Allen,” the white-haired male immediately answered and shook her hand — god, was that a scar? “Nice to meet you. Also, that’s Kanda.” The Japanese man grunted. “Don’t mind him, he has no manners, it’s a wonder his spouse can stand him.”

She turned to Kanda and smiled warmly, noticing the ring on his finger. He was married, Allen knew and obviously didn’t have a problem with it.

Kanda nodded at her in acknowledgement and, just like that, she relaxed and her worries vanished. It was much easier than she had anticipated.

The four of them were together, and it made things a little more right in her world.

Allen was the first one to arrive. It would make a terrible first impression if he was late, after all. He sat at an empty table in the restaurant Lavi had texted him about, and waited.

He didn't know what to expect of Lenalee — or of Lavi, now that he thought about it. He already had a good look at the redhead, but they had met just once and texted for a bit in the past few days.

His dad had told him not to worry about it, and his uncle had simply grinned and either wished him luck or an unfortunate accident, he wasn't too sure which. You never really knew with Neah, both concept as a tendency to be strangely similar. He knew two things for sure about his uncle: 1) he was his dad’s twin brother and 2) he didn’t have a soulmate.

“I don’t need one,” he would just say. Cross theorized that Neah simply didn’t have a soul.

Anyway. Allen wondered, however, what kind of relationship he would develop with his two new soulmates.

God, he hoped they didn't ask about the scar. People always asked about the scar.

He snacked on the appetizers on the table and soon asked for a refill. When Lavi arrived, he was almost finished with it. Lavi took a look at the almost empty pot.

"You're already eating? How have you been waiting?"

"About ten minutes," he said. "And it's the second one."

"You're fast."

Allen ran a hand through his hair, a little embarrassed. "I just eat a lot."

Lavi hummed and sat at the table. "So, are you excited to meet Lena?"

"Yeah. It's been only Kanda and I for years before, I'm kinda happy that I get to know the two of you too?"

"Years? When did you meet Kanda?"

"Middle school, he was in the year just above mine, and we had a fist fight in the corridor." It seemed to surprise Lavi, who blinked while Allen laughed. "He had insulted my height, so I cut off his hair. Then he stabbed me with a pencil."

"A…pencil."

"It's the truth! And I flipped him over a table, and that's how the fistfight started. We ended up in the headmaster's office, and they called our parents. My dad and his came over and called us by our first name, and that's how we knew. He flipped out, and we fought again. I won."

Lavi paled as Allen laughed darkly. "You won?" he asked. "How?"

"I poked him in the eye."

The redhead snorted, and stole one of Allen's appetizers. He bit into the crisp, grinning.

"I knew I liked you, beansprout."

Allen glared, and Lavi's grin turned into a sheepish smile. Allen rolled his eyes, not as annoyed as he should've been.

He liked Lavi too. It was different from what he had with Kanda, but he could get used to it, he thought as Lavi demanded more details.

Kanda wasn't nervous.

He definitely wasn’t.

He was going to meet his soulmate. He already had the Beansprout and, no matter how much they fought, they didn’t hate each other as much as they said they did. It wasn’t Alma who had chosen him as a best man.

Between Allen and Lavi, he had definitely gotten the jackpot in term of exhausting soulmates. Allen was more manageable, because when they fought there was a sort of mutual understanding between them and the both of them generally knew when to stop, but with Lavi there wasn’t any notion of boundaries yet.

They knew each other, and they knew which buttons to never push and what things you Did Not Talk About.

Kanda just found people like Lavi draining, and being tired made him angry.

He pushed the restaurant's door, trying to prepare himself for the headache he was sure was coming. He located Allen fairly easily — white hair like his was noticeable — and he joined him at the table. He was talking animately with Lavi, and Kanda already deplored the headache they would surely cause him.

"Oh, hi Yuu!" Lavi said, and Kanda was tempted to strangle him. "Allen was telling me how he won your fistfight in middle school."

“Bullshit, I won," Kanda immediately corrected.

"No, you didn't."

"You cheated. Eye-poking is dirty fighting."

"Ha!" Allen crossed his arms. "There's no such thing as dirty fighting during a war."

"A war? For fuck's sake, you're so annoying."

“Your face is annoying,” Allen snapped back, narrowing his eyes.

“Is that the best you can come up with, Beansprout?”

“That’s not—“

“Come on," Lavi interrupted, stopping them both as they were standing up. "We're all soulmates, here, can't we get along?"

They froze, then turned to him. Kanda was getting ready to physically fight him, and Allen was doing the same.

Needless to say, Lavi backed off, and Kanda resumed his bickering with Allen until the restaurant's door chimed and a young woman walked in. Lavi saw her and waved, and she walked over them with a smile.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Lenalee Lee."

Allen's behaviour immediately changed from aggressive to welcoming, and he shook her hand. "I'm Allen Walker, nice to meet you." He made a small chin movement towards Kanda. "And that's Kanda Yuu. Don't mind him, he has no manners, it's a wonder his spouse can stand him."

Kanda tsk-ed. "Alma is fine with my "lack of manners", beansprout. And I don't see you settling down, are you sure I'm the one with the terrible personality?"

"Alma tames your terrible temper. I've seen them gradually wrap you around their little finger and turn you into putty just for them. I was there, Kanda."

"Maybe it's because he's actually likeable, and not an uppity little fuck like you—"

"That's enough!"

This time it wasn't Lavi. Lenalee's smile had slid off her face and she was looking at the both of them severely.

"We're here to have a good time, and you two are not going to ruin it, understood?"

He stared at her. She stared back, unyielding. Finally, Kanda huffed and turned silent, opening the menu and hiding his face under it.

This woman was his soulmate all right. She wasn't like Allen at all, but it felt like they fit. Being Allen's soulmate was letting go of anger by arguing until it was gone. Being hers would be calmer, slowly getting into comfortable conversations.

With the way she looked at him now, he already knew he wouldn't be able to get mad at her.

Lavi understood people — unless it was about romance, and even then he had been told he gave great advice on the subject. All he did was helping them with normal human interactions, but he guessed love sometimes made it difficult to think logically.

He knew he wasn't always logical himself when it came to his friends.

He also was starting to understand his soulmates better than he understood anyone before.

It was funny, though, how quickly they fell in with each other.

"So, let's say on thing about ourselves okay?” he said once they got their food. “There's no better way to get to know each other. I'll start! I'm a translator! I know French, Spanish and some Russian due to my job!”

"That's more than one thing, Lavi," Allen said, sending him a flat look. "Anyway, if you insist. Uhm…I like food, and I'm adopted."

"I have a brother, Komui," Lenalee added. "And I'm still a student."

They looked at Kanda expectantly, but his mouth remained stubbornly shut.

"Come on, Kanda!"

"I'm not playing your stupid game.”

"You're no fun!"

Kanda scowled and, under their insistant faces, sighed. "I don't like my first name, and I have three step siblings."

Lavi poked him for more details until he relented and told them about Marie, Daisya and Chao Ji.

“Marie’s blind and plays music. He’s always calm, too.” Was it Lavi or was Kanda’s voice warmer? “Daisya loves football way too much and will drive you up the wall if you let him get to you. Chao Ji likes boxing. He’s…not too bad at it I guess. I still kick his ass though.”

They exchanged more things about themselves. Allen used to move around a lot when his dad still worked with the Cirque du Soleil. Lenalee's brother lived with his boyfriend in China. Kanda liked to paint. Lavi's grandfather was probably halfway across the world now, and he wouldn't see him for another few years, probably.

Out of all four of them, Kanda seemed to be the one who disliked being here the most. He was reluctant to participate in conversation, while Allen and Lenalee animately talk about her girlfriend.

"-that's when I met Road," Lenalee was saying, and Lavi was pulled out of his thoughts by the clatter of Allen's fork on his plate.

"Road Kamelot?"

"Yes! She's my girlfriend. Do you know her?"

"She's a cousin," Allen explained. “ She’s…special."

"She's really sweet, once you get to know her." Then Lenalee's face fell. "She'll turn 21 in two weeks, and I still have no idea what I'm getting her."

"Probably a human body."

Lavi coughed, Kanda snorted and Lenalee rolled her eyes. "Allen!" she scolded. "It's serious!"

"What makes you think I'm not? How are you even dating Road? She is — you know, terrifying.”

"Oh, really?" Lenalee answered, smiling brightly, her head tilting to the side. "I don’t think she would like hearing that.”

"No!" Allen threw himself off his seat and clasped his hands together. "Please Lenalee don't tell, she'll murder me. I'll do anything!"

"Okay. So next Sunday, we're going to look for a gift for her, all right?"

Even Kanda was impressed. They exchanged a look, Kanda raised an eyebrow at him, and Lavi grinned. That was one thing the both of them agreed on: Lenalee was devious.

And Kanda wasn’t as unwilling as he originally thought. He was just the silent type and, as Lenalee turned to him to ask about Alma, it didn’t take him long to be pulled in the conversation. If Allen's expression was anything to go by, it wasn't something he usually did. Maybe it was the whole soulmate thing.

“Stop daydreaming, Lavi.” Allen said.

 He looked back at him, his eyes suddenly focusing on the scar on Allen’s face. He hadn’t noticed it — Allen probably his it with make up during work. It went right through his eyes and shit, how could he even see with his left eye?

He stared at Allen some more, and he seemed to realize what he was looking at.  He fidgeted a bit, scratching his face, and Lavi got the message. You didn’t ask about the scar.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“We were talking about our next date.”

“Date?” Lavi laughed and threw his arm around Allen’s shoulders. “I’m flattered, beansprout.”

“Not like that,” Allen protested, grimacing like the mere thought grossed him out. Then, he elbowed him in the stomach. “And that’s not my name.”

“I know, I know!”

Lavi had been right. There was no need to fall in love. They had everything they needed already.

#dgmvalentine2018 #dgm #lavi #lenalee lee #allen walker #kanda yuu #platonic soulmates au #i hope you like it #and that it's not too bad #???? #i feel like it's kinda disjointed… #ugh

[lollytea]

So like I know the good chunk of the snack pack is queer, and like they've all got each other and are super supportive of each other, but like how did their respective guardians all initially react to their kid when they came out to them? Just because I'm still working those bits out in my own head. All I really had thought about was Rosiepuff, as you know, and she's not alive in A Little Change ;w;;;

I’ve thought a few of these over in my head so I should probs write em out somewhere. Okay I’ll give like the official A Little Change Snack Pack parent reactions. If you’ve got like different ideas on what their parents are like in the human au, feel free to disregard. All this is pretty flexible

Branch and Creek: Just gonna get them out of the way first. They kept their mouths shut. Both of them were in households with a lack of communication. There was no coming out to speak of.

Poppy: Our Lord and Saviour Mayor Peppy is a middle aged and thriving bisexual and y’all can fuckign fite me on this. Ofc he was delighted when his daughter came out to him cuz shes comfortable enough to talk with him about it and hes really emotional about that and now he can proudly refer to them as a “Queer Household” FUCK YE BBY GIRL ITS YOUR NIGHT LETS DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WANNA PIZZA WITH GUMMY WORM TOPPINGS??? YOURE FUCKIN GETTING IT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. But like Peppy. Dude. Its Wednesday. Your kid has school in the morning and you two are watching Shrek movies and eating terrible pizza til fuckin 1am I don’t care if youre both queer youre both equally irresponsible I hate y’all

Suki: I feel like Suki never really officially came out when she was younger. Back when she was a teen, she acted more as an “Aggressively supportive ally” who got real excited over positive LGBTQ news on the TV and frequently brought up gay rights at the dinner table. Her parents are a pair of really quiet, really sweet librarians. They’ve never had a bad word to say about Suki’s blatant bi behaviour and were just chill in general. She never felt she needed to spell it out to them unless she ever were to bring home a girlfriend. Plus she wasnt entirely sure if they were familiar with bisexuality and her dad’s kinda half deaf so explaining it might take a while. TECHNICALLY she’s still not out to them in A Little Change. Like she hasn’t been dating Chenille that long but yeah, she does plan on telling them in the coming weeks. I can assure you they’ll be cool with it and she knows they will. (Sidenote: She has 2 brothers and a sister who she told casually years ago.)

Smidge: Smidge’s parents caught on pretty early that their kid might be trans. Like they were fairly young parents who had some trans friends so this wasn’t all that unfamiliar to them. They noticed as far back as Smidge’s preschool years and while they reasoned that it COULD just be a phase or whatever, they’d be prepared for whatever gender their kid turned out as. Meanwhile Smidge, who was having none of this beating around the bush shit, wasted no time in telling them that she wanted to be referred to as a “She” from now on. Tbh I think out of everyone, Smidge’s coming out was the most natural. It happened when she was real little so it didn’t take all that long for them to adjust to. She never did come out as ace. Like she probs will someday over a nice family dinner. But for now, she’s good.

Chenille: Now, I’m not gonna say the twins’ parents are homophobic. Well, maybe some internalized stuff they gotta work on. But they were very heteronormative in nature. Like they were definitely the type of parents who would call every boy their little girls played with “boyfriends.” They never meant any harm by it but it did irritate Chenille a lil bit. But yeah, they didn’t have any real beef with LGBTQ people, they were cool with all the Love Wins stuff but all of it just wasn’t relevant to their lives. It just never occurred to them that they’d have a gay kid y’know? They always thought queer folks were rarer then they really are. Well sURPRISE. Okay, they were pretty stunned once Chenille came out to them. But the knee jerk reaction to her confession is “We love you.” Like they’re surprised, they’re a little uneasy and it might take them some getting used to. But gotta assure the baby girl they love her. That’s important.

Guy Diamond: Listen to me. Mama Diamond is old. She’s tired. This goddamn country has aged her like you wouldn’t believe. She has seen the worst in people and so much of it has been because of prejudice. And while she MAY have had some issues with LGBTQ as a whole 20 years ago, those days are dead and gone, man. Because motherfucker, there is no way in hell she’s going to become like the people who treated her like shit when she first came here. HER SON IS GAY (”Bi, mom. Its bi.”) *HER SON IS BI AND HE IS A BEAUTIFUL, KIND AND TALENTED BOY WHOM SHE ADORES AND IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM WITH HIM YOU CAN MEET HER IN THE FUCKING PIT

Cooper: Honestly, I feel like when it comes to him, it was a casual chit chat over the dinner table. Coop’s mom and step-dad are just asking like “Sooo girlfriend?” And he just shakes his head and says he’s not interested in having one. So then Step-dad tentatively tries “Uhh….boyfriend?” Coop grins at that but shakes his head again. “Neither. Just don’t want that. Don’t think I ever do.” And that’s that. His parents nod along. Like they don’t really know about aromantic as a concept but hey, they aint gonna push the kid to date. Leave him be. They’re a chill as heck family.

Biggie: Was really close with his mom and came out to her like a year before his dad. Like out of everyone, Biggie was most definitely the one to cry while coming out. His mom cried too cuz fuck he needed to get that trait from somewhere. But yeah, it was a messy, mushy “i love you I love you I love you no matter what, you’ve grown up so much, I love you, I love you, thank you for telling me,” kind of coming out. Biggie and his mom are both emotional messes. His Dad was different. His dad just….didn’t know how to accept this development. It was kinda uncomfortable for him. I feel like it was at least….hmmmm 2 months. An awkward 2 months where Dad doesn’t know what to say to his kid so he barely says anything at all. It’s hard on Biggie, man. Fuck. But yeah, they do talk about it once Dad sorts his issues out and realizes he’s gonna lose his boy forever if he keeps this up. So he tells Biggie straight up that this is taking some time to get used to but he’s still his son and he still loves him a lot and he’s working on it.

[gibsophone]

I think I’m aromantic/asexual

So, at the conclusion of my previous relationship I am beginning to wonder if maybe I should just be by myself. It’s not me writing off relationships, I love having relationships, just not intimate relationships. As my ex continues obsessing over me and even contacting my friends and saying fucked up shit about me that is upsetting everyone (seriously if he stalks me I’m gonna shoot him) I can’t help but ask, why? What would make someone act this way? After just three weeks of dating he said he loved me. I did like him, a lot actually, enough to hang out with him on the weekends, but did I love him? Of course not! It wasn’t the short span of time or anything, I just never developed that feeling toward him. The moment his texts to me became crude, I told him I was uncomfortable but he would still interject with something that made it pretty clear he wanted a sexual relationship. We dated for three months and I never slept with him. I’ve actually never slept with anyone, ever, and in a few weeks I will be twenty-nine years old, I’m a twenty-nine year old virgin. Am I just waiting for that special someone? I’m not sure anymore. I’ve only ever been in a handful of relationships I would consider more than just friends, with both men and women, trying to get a feel for my preferences, I really don’t have many. I really value honesty and straightforwardness, I myself am a very honest and forthcoming person, ready to share my feelings on anything. The only other thing I ask for is respect and acceptance for me and who and what I am, something I never got in my last relationship, which ultimately caused it to fail.

But that’s all I want. Like, that’s it, just someone to be close to emotionally, not necessarily physically. I was willing to settle and forgive my ex for some of his flaws, his drinking, his close mindedness, his verbal abuse, even. I’m not getting any younger and I feel like people are just standing by like “yeah, she still ain’t married yet, what is wrong with her? Eggs have a shelf life, ya know?” do I want a family, do I want a husband (or wife Idk) and kids? Yes, and also no. It would have to be a perfect, and I mean perfect, situation, like unrealistically perfect on an emotional, physical, psychological and financial level, the perfect storm if you will. That’s probably never going to happen for me. Does that make me sad, does it make me happy, or do I just get the same feeling I get when I get kissed or touched by someone in that intimate way? Nothing. I feel nothing.

I’ve wondered if there was something wrong with me for a long time, I waited a very long time for my first kiss and as I drove home from my date all I could think was, “ugh, finally, I get to go home and watch a few more episodes of my show!” but what about the kiss? Oh, yeah, well it happened, it was soft and it was wet, that about sums it up, I felt nothing, it was weird. What was I supposed to feel, was it normal to feel this way, did I even like him, oh no, what if I didn’t even like him!? But, I had fun didn’t I, it was a fun evening for sure, I enjoyed myself, I had a good time and when I got home and texted him to assure him I got home safely I told him I had a blast and thanked him for the evening. Then I lied and said I was going to bed and stayed up all night watching Netflix in my natural habitat.

As time went on this relationship began to take its toll on me. I liked him, and he apparently loved me, he said so just three weeks in which really kinda baffled me, but whatever. It was long distance, we lived an hour and a half apart and I was driving an hour to meet him on Saturdays when all I wanted was to be at home by myself. All I could think about all night long was what I could be doing right now if I wasn’t there, I wanted to go home. He bought me some stupid crap, like literal garbage, paper plates and napkins that were Halloween themed but it was so adorable and he was so shy about it, I loved it. But, I started lying about having other things to do so I could avoid going out with him on weekends, not so I could avoid him, I just wanted to be alone. Maybe it’s the drive, I thought to myself, what if I just brought him to my place? As I sit on the couch and look around my house all I can think is how much I absolutely hate having people in my house, it’s my temple, this is where I go to escape, the last thing I want is to share my special space with someone. So, that’s a no. I did like him, but in the end that was all I felt for him. His drunken texts got more and more unforgivable until I put my foot down and told him I didn’t deserve to be spoken to in such a manner, I never did anything to him, why would anyone want to be with someone who speaks to them in such a way. Apparently the texts he has been sending my friends lately are so bad, they won’t even show them to me. So yeah, sounds like he really loved me. I’ve since blocked his number and these past few weeks have been so tranquil, liberating, relieving, stress free, cathartic, self-reflecting, and yeah I could do this all night.

Am I even capable of love? Of course, but intimate love? I don’t think I am. I’ve tried the kissing and the touching and honestly I feel like sex would just leave me feeling empty and even more broken than I already feel, I don’t think I would enjoy it and I honestly feel like it would be emotionally detrimental. So, what happened? Did I wait too long and my natural curiosity and horny, hormonal teenage years die in a hole somewhere? Is it really true what they say about, use it or lose it? I don’t think so, I feel like if I had been your typical horny teen I wouldn’t be a virgin right now. Hell half my friends got pregnant within a year of graduation, the rest all had kids within five years of graduating. I wasn’t a popular kid in school but I was far from the least liked, dorkiest, grossest, weirdest one, even those people got laid. I was never asked out even once by anyone. Normally that could prove scarring and hurtful to most, but did I care? Hell no, I had my goals in mind, I wanted to go to college. And I did! So entered my experimental phase and the first person I ever dated, was a girl named Amy. I loved spending time with her, but in the end she proved to be very manipulative and controlling, so I broke it off. The second person and first guy I dated was a coworker, he was a very sexual person, very touchy and cuddly and, though it took some getting used to, I came to like it and the thought of actually sleeping with him seemed okay, not top priority as sex has never even been on my list of priorities, but I considered it. We dated for five weeks and he dumped me. I was crushed, I cried for days. But when I realized we could still be friends it was very uplifting, we’re still friends and we still confide in one another and I find our relationship much more healthy now that I don’t feel like he wants only one thing and I don’t feel pressured to give it to him.

So why haven’t I had sex yet, will I ever? I dunno, it’s not like I don’t have those feelings, I watch porn on occasion and I masterbate afterward but actually sleeping with another human being just doesn’t appeal to me. I really love being alone, by myself, I’m happiest this way, which is weird for some people, hell it’s weird for me but once I finally came to terms with it, sitting here alone in my house, I felt this inner peace I can’t really describe. I like being around friends and family, I’m not anti-social by any means, I just have no value for sex and for a long time I told myself I would change my mind some day; maybe I should just try it and see how I feel. But I don’t think I’m going to change my mind, this is just who I am. I hate labels, but yeah, aromantic describes me to a tee. I’m just going to stop dating, I always go into it feeling like, maybe this time it will be different, maybe I’ll feel something, I really like this person so maybe I can make it work. I’m just forcing a square peg into a round hole, it’s time to stop and just be me.

#asexual #aromantic #ace

[travelinglamb]

Something About Me

You ever have introspective moments where you look back on your younger self and go, “How the hell did I get through life without a single member of my family going, "That’s not a heterosexual comment”. “

I don’t mean, "How did no one see me making googly eyes at girls?” I mean, “How did no one ever notice that I never thought the gender of a person mattered because sex wasn’t important to me?”

And to make things interesting, how did I turn out with my opinions of the LGBTQA community when my parents have never had anything NICE to say about it? I grew up not realizing that a cousin of ours was gay because my parents hadn’t wanted us to know he died because he got AIDs. I grew up to my dad denying the fact that his own brother was gay (despite the “roommate”) because he was disgusted at the thought. I grew up to my parents commenting on gay PDAs grossing them out (to which I started to sharply reply, “maybe they feel the same way about you”.)

Like, I distinctly remember crying and telling my mom that “No, my friend Nikki is just a friend, but why would that matter anyway?” because she was furious to see my best friend at the time sitting in my lap for a selfie. I remember being confused by a comment my maternal uncle once made about how once the “romance” died, every married couple was desperate for a king sized bed for space. I was fifteen and said, “But what does sex have to do with the relationship anyway? If you don’t love someone anymore because you can’t or don’t have sex with them anymore, did you ever really love them?” Because at the time there were cases of people divorcing their spouses because they had an accident that resulted in them being paralyzed from the waist down (theoretically ending their sex life). And I couldn’t understand how sex had anything to do with the end of their relationships. I literally said to my family, “having sex and the gender of a person should have no bearing on a fulfilling relationship”. At the time, I–like is apparently common with a lot of a-spec persons–assumed that I was bisexual because gender didn’t make a difference in my eyes. Because sex wasn’t even a factor to me.

Seriously. Why the fuck did it take me until my mid twenties, having a breakdown over a fanfic, to realize that I could be a-spec? It literally took a fictional character being written as asexual with experiences that mirrored mine EXACTLY, for me to research asexuality and realize that it was a thing. It was a thing and it was me. I was crying as I talked to my best friend because it made sense and I felt so much relief. It was OKAY that I didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore because I was tired of being pressured to do things I didn’t want (and I was ALWAYS being pressured). I have never been as happy as I have been since I figured myself out and not even dealing with frequent aphobic bullshit can touch me.

A couple years back, I cut my hair really short–because I was tired of how damaged and heavy my long hair was. My mother proceeds to ask all of my family if this was my way of saying I was a lesbian since I hadn’t had a date in years and a boyfriend (not that they ever met any of them) since college. A few months later and my oldest sister finally just asked me and I actually came out to her and the first thing she asked me was if I had ever had sex. Because that’s relevant. I mean, how are you supposed to know you’re straight unless you’ve had sex with a member of the same gender, amiright? 😒

My fave thing about that conversation with my sister? Despite me being calm and rational and explaining my point of things, she has completely dropped it. She would rather pretend I was heterosexual and try and talk me into dating guys she knows than respect my sexuality. I’m willing to bet she never even properly reported back to my family about it, because just this Christmas, my mother brought up the fact that I was nearing 30 and didn’t have many good years left for me to get married. And I know she meant it jokingly, but when I told her the only thing I was currently interested in was getting a puppy, she dropped it.

Now, I’m not aromantic; in fact, I would love to be in a relationship. But I refuse to go through the bullshit that I had to deal with since I was a teenager. I’m happy with my own company and am not afraid of being alone.

And, just so it’s clear, I’m not saying my family members are bad people. I love them. I will always love them, even when they hurt me. It took my years to realize why I have the opinions I do, why I’m different from them. It’s not that they’re bad people, it’s that they didn’t have the community to open their minds like I did.

Fandom is the reason I have an open heart and do my best to have an open mind. My first ship was when I was twelve and it was Sailor Uranus/Sailor Neptune. A canonical lesbian couple. And why did I ship them? Because you could see how much they loved each other. Sex had nothing to do with it, in my mind.

So, thanks, Fandom: for helping me figure myself out, for making me a decent human being, and for always being there.

#me #asexuality #spot the asexual haha #welcome to fandom