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The Grim Reaper's Guide to Breaking Every Rule of the Universe /// Chapter 1

I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who showed love towards the prologue and the memes I made, I've ended up gaining more followers in the last week than I have in the last couple years lol. Unfortunately Alastor isn't going to make an appearance for at least two chapters, but I hope you like what I've written so far. Enjoy!

Summary: When touring America for the sake of it, you go to stay with your aunt in New Orleans for a while, taking up a peaceful part-time job restoring objects. But a few weeks in, a package arrives containing an old radio that's seen better days, along with a note seemingly written by someone who thinks they could fist-fight the Devil.

What you didn't know, was the hell of a path that was now set out in front of you. Not fist-fighting the Devil, but instead a very smug radio host who would have no problem spending the rest of his days driving you up the walls.

But two could play that game.

Tags: Demiromantic-Asexual Alastor x Demiromantic-Asexual OC/Reader - 1920s/30s New Orleans - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Violence (It's Alastor what else)

Word Count: 5278

Warnings: Period-typical racism and sexism, Period-typical attitudes towards neurodivergency. MC'S RACE IS DEFINED DUE TO PLOT REASONS (also because she is based off my OC)

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PART 1: Chapter 1

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Impluvius (Definition): Soaked with rain. (Adjective)

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Tuesday, 11th June, 1929.

Arriving on your Aunt’s doorstep soaked to the bone in the middle of a hurricane was the last thing on your list of ‘crazy crap that could happen’. But alas, here you were, shivering and seething as you hauled your trunks up the steps to the front door. You were lucky enough that the area was only being battered by the edge of the storm, allowing you to find a sleeper train that was still willing to run from Montgomery to New Orleans, but it had left you in a sour mood when they had revoked their food services, because damn you were in the mood for a simple ham and cheese sandwich. And the mood only had to sour further when you found yourself standing outside the station for a good fifteen minutes waiting for a driver whilst you and your belongings were drowned by the ongoing summer downpour. Sure, you were used to the torrential downpour of the Yorkshire moors, where there were more wet days than dry, but you were prepared for that, not for the barbarous battering of the 70mph winds that forced you to stuff your useless hat away, leaving the once neat updo of hair that you had meticulously styled that morning to whip you in the eye whenever a gale flew past.

And, as if the gods had something out for you, the taxi that pulled up decided it would be hilarious to speed to a stop in the middle of the giant puddle that had accumulated next to the pavement, sending out a small wave that reached your ankles, soaking your frilly socks and favourite patterned heeled oxford shoes that your mother had gifted on your 18th birthday.

“Oh for Christ’s sake.” You hissed to yourself, lifting your foot to inspect the leather. The driver was lucky that they were already three years old, otherwise you would’ve given him a glare deathly enough to send him to an early grave. Or so you hoped.

Thankfully, the driver didn’t pay you much attention, clearly too tired for small talk, simply asking for an address. Though he had paused when you spoke, turning to eye you up and down where you were cramped uncomfortably between your luggage in the back seat, grunting out a “You English?”, to which you nodded, muttering that you were visiting your aunt. The drive was silent after that, the only sound being the loud sputtering engine and the rain that pounded against the windshield. Minutes passed and you were quickly outside the house, which led to now: trembling in your boots, rapping your knuckle against the green wooden door with wet hair clinging to your face and eyebags that could rival a chronic insomniac.

It wasn’t long until the sound of locks clicking and unlatching reached your ears, and the door creaked open, an eye peeking through the gap. After it landed on you, it quickly swung open, revealing your Aunt Agnes in a nightgown and robe, with an oil lantern in hand. At the sight of her, you gave a half-wave and shaky smile.

She gasped your name. “Oh, there you are my lovely! I thought you got lost in the storm!” Realising the state you were in, she hurriedly placed the lantern on the hallway cabinet, rushing out to help you haul your luggage in. “I was so worried your train had been cancelled by the hurricane. Here, get yourself out the cold – you can put your coat to dry by the fire.” She handed you your leather duffel bag before crouching down and lugging the largest trunk into her arms with a grunt. Making sure everything was in the hallway, she went to close the door, though you didn’t miss the wary scan she took of the street, or the diligent focus of making sure every lock and chain was in place. The wariness soon disappeared, however, as she spun around to face with a grin, her thick braid of long, brown hair whipping over her shoulder.

Giggling as she bounded over, she wrapped you up in a strong hug, and you reciprocated with matching eagerness, but also trying your best not to cringe at the squelching noises your waterlogged coat made. 

“It’s so nice to see you!” You said exhausted as you released her, teeth still chattering from the chill. “The rooves were practically coming off in Montgomery, so I’m surprised they were willing to keep the trains running.”

“Well there’s no need to worry about that any more, you’re here now! Come, I must get you warmed up.” she asserted warmly, leading you with a hand rubbing against your back, down the hallway into the kitchen. Rummaging through a wicker basket, she pulled out a spare nightgown. “Go see if your spare underwear is dry, then head to the bathroom across the hall and change into this. I’ll go make you some warm milk and honey.”

Thanking her, you quickly made your way into the living room where your belongings had been left, unlatching the clasps of the trunk to reveal your damp clothing. Luckily, there was some underwear in the middle that had not yet been affected, so you grabbed them and returned to the hallway to try and find the bathroom.

After several failed attempts of opening the wrong doors, you finally came across the bathroom, eagerly shedding yourself of your dripping wet layers, welcoming the warmth of the soft, dry underwear and ivory coloured nightgown. Returning to the living room, you dumped your wet clothes on your trunk, before walking around the sofa. Planting your behind in the armchair closest to the fire, you melted into the cushions with a relieved sigh, sticking your feet out in front of the flames to try and get some feeling back in your toes.

It wasn’t long before the clinking from the kitchen ceased, and your Aunt came back through, meticulously balancing a wooden tray with two large steaming mugs sat on top. Placing them down, she handed you the one covered in purple flowers. Thanking her, you instantly took a sip, letting the sweet honey and heated milk warm your insides as you watched your aunt take a seat in her own well-loved armchair.

“Sooo,” she began with a knowing grin whilst tossing you a crocheted blanket. “How’s America been so far for you?”

You scrunched your face in thought. “…Surprisingly not as bad as I thought. I think Great-Auntie Beatrice had influenced my opinion a bit too much growing up.”

Agnes rolled her eyes. “A bit?? That old woman has despised the country since that American lad up and left her back in the 1870’s.”

You snorted over your mug. “Well, she certainly has taught me to not raise my expectations about the place, but, I’ve got to say it has allowed me to be more impressed by what I see – especially the Appalachian mountains, they’ve definitely got a unique charm to them. Thank you, by the way, for letting me use your cabin up there.”

She waved you off. “Oh, it’s no problem, really. I would give you the place if the twins weren’t so keen on going up there.”

“Speaking of the twins, how are the three of you doing?” you asked.

Agnes let a weary smile cross her face. “We’re doing better, now anyways. The twins had some issues when starting school here – starting fresh at 16 in a completely different country certainly has its cons. It’s died down now, but in the first few months they were followed home by some kids who would taunt them for the way they spoke. Hell,” she laughed in disbelief. “they even had a teacher who thought they were Scottish for the first three weeks until I came in for a meeting about their grades and spent ten minutes explaining to her that not everyone in England speaks the same way as those pompous Londoners who squeal at the slightest bit of mud on their shoes.”

“What?!!” you guffawed, trying to stifle a laugh. “Please tell me they at least beat some of the kids up.”

“I wish.” Agnes sighed, sinking back in her chair. “But I don’t want anymore attention on them than they already have. Anything else and those kids will go looking for dirt on them and the last thing I want is for them to find out who their father is.”

You looked up at her in surprise. “You don’t??” you asked, perplexed.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Agnes said sternly. “I loved their father to the ends of the universe and back, but the two of them being mixed English-Japanese will garner the wrong type of attention here. God forbid, if it gets out their mum’s a pagan witch it’ll be the end of peace!” She vented, throwing her arms up in frustration.

You pondered her words for a moment. “But I thought New Orleans was considered a safer place for things like witchcraft? Isn’t voodoo a popular religion and practice here?”

“It is, but it’s still kept more on the down-low. When you have a religion originating from a place like Africa, white Christians can get reeeaallll iffy about it, and it’s no different here – I believe there’s laws in place against parts of the practice.” She explained. “But it doesn’t stop them from keeping their shops open. Our neighbour Neliah runs a gorgeous corner shop near the outskirts – I can’t and won’t practice voodoo, but I do treat myself with a visit whenever I need new herbs, I could literally fall asleep in there with the lovely way it smells.” You smiled at the way she seemed to get lost in thought, though she quickly snapped herself out of it. “But anyway! How’s my sister doing? How did Emmett react with the news?”

You startled slightly at the sudden change. “Yea, mum’s actually doing alright. Dad… took a while to get his head around what was going on, you know, when he found her Grimoire and spell books, and the fact that we’d been hiding it from him for years, but he’s surprisingly calmed down about it. They still go to church, to keep up their reputation and all that, but he’s letting her hang up protection wards around the house, he even got involved with casting a spell with us at one point, even though he had no clue what he was doing the whole time.” You snorted, memories of your father’s wide eyes as he watched your mother wave a stick of incense around him, reminding you of the time when you were around six, you had returned from the forest by your house, covered in mud and brandishing stick-swords, declaring yourself as the deer queen as you dragged a shedded antler you had found among the moss through the back door – the look on your father’s face when he walked in from work to see you tying pink ribbons along the muddy, moss-covered bone was priceless.

Agnes let out a chortle, before sipping at her drink, her expression shifting slightly to one of mild concern. “And uh, how did they react when you were – ah – found out?”

Right, the whole reason you were here in the first place. “Not the greatest.” You said dejectedly. “Mum was distraught when they said they were thinking of taking me away – calling them every name under the sun the second they said ‘asylum’. So when dad suggested coming here, she jumped at the chance, but was crying the whole drive to the docks. I gave them an itinerary of where I was going to be and when, and they’ve been using it to send me letters and gifts, but it’s been hard being fully alone for the first time in my life.” You sank into your chair, tears building in your eyes the longer you spoke.

Agnes looked you up and down, her eyes filled with sorrow for you. “Well,” she began softly, standing up to approach you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “you're not alone anymore, so you can forget about those stupid government officials and your, uh,” she squinted her eyes in confusion. “what do they call it?”

“Over action of the mind.” You forced out with a huff. “They don’t have an official name for it, but me being fidgety and forgetful is enough for them to call me insane apparently.”

She held her hand out for you to take, which you did, allowing her to pull you up. She said your name sternly. “You are not insane. You’re the loveliest, most intelligent girl I know – especially considering the amount of books you’ve read in your 21 years.” You gave her a small smile as thanks. “Now, I’ve readied your bedroom for you. It’s a little bare, but you're staying a while so I’ve left it to be up to your imagination, and with how fast your mind goes a minute, I’m sure you’ll make it the most fantastical and extravagant room in New Orleans.” She explained as she helped you pick up your luggage, leading you through the hallway and up the stairs.

Walking down the main upper hallway, you followed her down a second one to the left, until you came to a stop on the first door on the left side. Lowering her voice to a whisper, Agnes gestured to the door on the left further down. “That’s the bathroom. I’ve moved the boys’ stuff out and given them the second one across the main hall so you can have it to yourself.” She then gestured to the two doors on the right side of the hall, with a sign hanging on each, though the candlelight was too dim to make out the words. “That’s their bedrooms, so I’m afraid you’ll have to prepare for some loud wake-up calls.” She said with an amused smile.

Opening the first door on the left, she led you into a spacey room, that was, as described, quite bare, with only a four-poster bed pushed into the top-right corner, a dark, polished set of drawers and matching wardrobe facing the bed on the opposite wall, along with a familiar -looking changing screen in the bottom left corner decorated with storks flying above a Japanese landscape – you recognised it as one of the wedding gifts your uncle had gifted your aunt sixteen years ago. In the top left corner by the large open window was a vanity with clawed feet, holding up a large, ornate oval mirror, a cushioned stool pushed under it. Next to it was another door that led to the balcony. Nearer to the bedroom door was a large roll top desk, covered in drawers, shelves and pigeon holes, though the only object present was a small typewriter tucked under one of the shelves.

Excitement filling you, you strode across the room to the bed, the feeling of the fluffy rug under your feet a welcoming sign. Placing your trunk and bag down as gracefully as you could, you spun around to face your aunt with a wide grin on your face. “This is amazing!” you gasped quietly, mindful of the two other sleeping residents. “You didn’t have to give me all this.”

“Of course I did!” Agnes exclaimed, walking over to give you another hug. “Did you forget your mother and I practically lived and raised you and the twins together until just a year ago? I’m treating the three of you as equals until the day I die.”

Looking down at her, you observed the slight wrinkles appearing under her eyes, and the dark rings accompanying them that hadn’t been there the last time you saw her back when she still lived in York. Sighing, you stepped back. “I know.” You agreed warmly. “And thank you, for everything you’ve done so far.”

She ruffled the top of your head, your long strands of hair still clumped together with rain water and the clips you had failed to pin it back with. “Anything for you. Now get some sleep, it’s past midnight and the boys will be giving you the earliest and loudest wake-up call once they figure out you’re here.”

You agreed, bidding your aunt goodnight before taking the candle she left for you over to the vanity, where you spent the next ten minutes trying your best to find every pin and clip in your damp hair, then tediously trying to brush it smooth enough to then twist into a loose braid. You also quickly took out your belongings that were wet, hanging them over the screen and the drying rack you had found in the wardrobe. Satisfied you collapsed onto the double bed, bouncing slightly on the plush mattress. Burying yourself under the covers, you blew the candle out, bathing the room in darkness, and using the rain outside as white noise, you slowly drifted off, mentally preparing yourself for the twins when they would come to wake you up.

Oh, and wake you up they did.

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Wednesday, 12th June, 1929.

You were barely able to pull your heavy eyelids apart when the door in the far corner swung open, the door handle hitting the wall with a resounding ‘BANG!’, followed by a very loud “BOYS!!”, echoing through the house.

That wasn’t the end of it though. You had barely begun to turn over at the sound of several pairs of heavy footsteps bounding across the wooden floorboards, when two very heavy weights crashed on top of you, causing your eyes to fly open as the wind was knocked out of you.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” you screeched, flailing about as much as you could until your arms were free, reaching over the covers to shove at the two long figure sprawled across you.

Loud giggling filled your ears, and you looked over your duvet to find two familiar identical-looking faces, with matching cheshire grins, peering over at you mischievously from where they laid across your body. Groaning, you flopped back down, choosing instead to stare at the forest green drapes strung across the poster bed. Though it was soon replaced by two mops of loose, curly hair as they peeked over the edge at you, one dark brown-almost black, the other a pale blonde. You were thankful of their opposite hair colour, because the only way you would’ve been able to tell them apart otherwise would be with the different freckles and moles dotted across their pale faces.

“Mum said you came in looking like a soggy rat last night.” Teased Allie, reaching out to prod at your cheek with a snicker.

Your own hand shot out, shoving his blonde head away. “Did not.” You responded groggily, as you tried to shove his twin off the other side of you. “Now get your fat arses off of me.”

They gasped in mock offence, immediately plopping themselves back on top of you, both reaching to poke and prod at your face. “You said a bad word ~” Ollie chimed in a sing-song voice, kicking his legs behind him playfully as he tried to shove a finger in your ear. Slapping them both away, you prepared for another onslaught, until determined footsteps drew closer to your door, and the two of them froze as their mother walked in, a wooden spoon grasped in her hand.

“ODESSEY. ADAGIO. Get off of your cousin before I send you to school WITHOUT breakfast!” She hollered, a thunderous look on her face.

The two of them collectively groaned. “Muuuumm, don’t call us thaaaat.” Whined Ollie, as he took his sweet time slowly rolling over your whole body before sliding off the bed to stand next to his equally grumpy brother. You followed not long after, sitting up at the edge to watch the ordeal with a smug smile.

“Call you what?! Your real names?! Well then, you better get yourselves downstairs!” she exclaimed, pointing at the door with the wooden spoon.

Reluctantly, they complied, but that didn’t stop Allie from poking his tongue out as he disappeared through the doorway, narrowly missing a swing from his mother’s spoon. Facing your aunt, you finally noticed that she was already up and dressed for work, donning a cream blouse with a blue ribbon tied around the neck, along with a matching blue maxi pencil skirt that reached just above her ankles. Her hair was meticulously styled in an updo similar to the one you had yesterday, her chestnut brown hair twisted back in swirls that ended in a loose low bun, with some strands neatly framing her face. She approached you, the short heels of her shoes muffled by the rug.

“Morning! Breakfast is ready.” She explained with a smile that you returned. “Freshen yourself up and come meet us downstairs, ok?” You agreed, and she disappeared back downstairs.

Rummaging through you clothes that were now thankfully dry, you opted for a loose blouse, and a pair of wide-legged tweed trousers, taking them to the bathroom. Slipping a leather belt through the loops, you quickly wet your hair over the bath, scrubbing in some shampoo and conditioner before rinsing it out and rubbing a towel over the strands until it was no longer dripping. Happy with the light makeup you applied, you headed back downstairs, running a hand through the wet tangles until you reached the dining table.

“I see what mum meant by soggy rat.” You turned to see Allie smirking over the table as you sat down in front of a plate full of English breakfast.

“I’ll turn you into a soggy rat.” You muttered back, stuffing half a hash-brown into your mouth, whilst simultaneously trying not to sigh in relief after not eating for at least 24 hours.

“OoOoh shiver me timbers!” he mocked back, waving his hands in mock fright.

Ollie’s tall figure appeared as he walked over from the kitchen - bacon, eggs, hash-browns and baked beans piled excessively onto his plate. “Mum told us you were going to be staying in our cabin up in the mountains.” He said as he sat down. “Did you like the gift we left?” he said with a grin half lopsided by the food he was shoving in his mouth.

You glared up at them from your plate. “Yes. The excessive amount of fake cockroaches in the bathroom was a very welcomed surprise. Odessey.”

The grin on your cousin’s face fell into a pout at the use of his full name. Letting out a prolonged grunt, he returned to his breakfast.

“Besides,” you started. “It’s not like I’m the only one suffering here. Apparently you’re both Scottish now.”

The two of them let out a collective groan, slumping in their seats.

“It’s not our fault Miss Sammie has less intelligence than a hamster.” Whined Allie as he stabbed an egg with his fork. “She thought Japan was part of China the other day!”

You let out a sharp laugh. “I hope that doesn’t reflect on your learning, or your mum will end up with steam coming out her ears.” You snickered.

“Thankfully it doesn’t.” replied Ollie, rolling his grey eyes as he stuck a whole wad of bacon in his mouth, making sure to not get any grease on his uniform. “Otherwise we’d be begging mum to move us back to England.”

“Speaking of moving, how are you guys finding it here?” you asked, hoping the answers were positive.

“Meh, it’s been alright.” Said Allie with a shrug. “The alligators are cool, but apparently we’re not allowed to wrestle them, which is soooo boring.”

“And the summers are shit. Nothing but heatwaves.” Ollie added.

“Well that’s what you get when you’re used to living in the North-East of England, where one of the nearest land masses is Norway.” You pointed out. “Plus English summers can be unbelievably humid, so I’m not sure what you’re whining about.”

“Oho, just you wait until July hits, then you’ll eat your words.” He retorted. “Hurricane season can be a bitch, too.”

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned. “I barely experienced the tail-end of one last night and it almost killed me.”

The two cackled at you, much to your annoyance, but is was cut short at the sound of your name being called. Looking up, you watched as your aunt poked her head around the doorway, the handset of a rotary phone pressed between her ear and shoulder, beckoning you over with an eager look, before disappearing back into the hallway. Quickly, you got up, marching round the table. Turning the corner, you watched as she ended the call. “Yes, yes. Thank you so much Mr LeBlanc, I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Yes – buh-bye now. Bye.”

Placing the phone back on its metal cradle, she whirled around to face you, excitement prominent on her features. “Sooo, that was Mr LeBlanc on the phone…” she proclaimed, eyeing you with a growing smile.

All you could do was stare in confusion, silence filling the wood-panelled hallway. Agnes darted her wide eyes between you and the phone, clearly waiting in anticipation for your reaction, but you only knew two things about New Orleans: jazz, and that it had a river shaped slightly similar to the London Thames. So you continued to stare.

Seeing that you weren’t going to react, she let out a sigh. “Mr LeBlanc runs Héritage Amour Réparation D’Antiquités on Julia Street down near the Mississippi River, and he’s willing to take you on as an apprentice?” she said as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth.

You blinked. “Wait, you’ve been looking for apprenticeships for me??” You gawked. “Since when??? I don’t think I even mentioned that I would be looking for one in the letters I sent you.”

“Oh, you haven’t.” she assured. “Your mum told me in a letter about a month ago when you were up in New York, so I thought I would speed up the process by looking for one for you.”

You continued to gawk in silence.

“Careful,” smirked Allie from over your shoulder. “You’re gonna catch flies.”

You didn’t even turn to face him as you reached a hand back, ignoring his whine as you smushed it against his face, shoving him back into the dining room.

“You –” you pointed at yourself. “You got me an apprenticeship??” She nodded excitedly. “Jesus Christ Agnes. At this point I’m gonna be indebted to you for the rest of my life!”

She clasped her hands together, throwing her head back as she laughed. “It’s no problem, really. I just want you to get settled in as soon as possible. I told Mr LeBlanc that if you accepted, he’s welcome to come for tea on Friday to meet you, then, if he’s happy, we’ll go for a day out around the city centre, and maybe visit him in his shop during that time. Sound good?”

You blinked repeatedly, trying to wrap your head around what your aunt was saying. “I – uh, yea. That would be great, actually.”

“Great! I’ll give him a call back, and you’ll meet him on Friday.” She proclaimed, satisfied as she picked the phone back up, holding the headset to her ear whilst twisting the numbers into the dial.

Still in a small state of shock, you turned back towards the dining room, slowly making your way back to your seat. Plopping down, you were met with the smug smiles of the twins.

“Looks like you’re gonna have to splurge big time on mum’s birthday. Don’t ’cha think Allie?” said Ollie, turning to his brother with a shit-eating grin.

His brother returned his expression with equal enthusiasm. “Oh yea. I was thinking, perhaps a top of the range Gramophone? I heard they have the new model in down at that shop on Canal Street.” He turned to you. “What do ya think cousin? Ready to serve our mum for the rest of eternity?”

All you could do was flick egg at their foreheads.

——

Friday came running up on you before you even realised, and here you were helping your aunt prepare roasted duck and vegetables whilst simultaneously trying to keep the twins away from the desserts in the icebox – you figured the sneaky buggers knew exactly what creaky floorboards to avoid. When the doorbell rang, Agnes encouraged you to go answer it, so, putting on a smile, you opened the door to welcome in your guest.

Mr LeBlanc was a warm and chirpy type of man: 63 years old with white hair and a matching frizzy moustache and beard, dressed in a smart blue shirt and neatly ironed trousers and slacks. He was around 5’7 – around the average height for men at this time. Sticking his hand out, he gave you a wide smile, and feeling the welcoming aura ride off him in waves, you gladly grasped his outstretched hand with your own.

“Bonne soirée! I do hope I’ve got the right address!” he laughed, his accent a funny mix between French and southern American. You assured that he was at the right place, introducing yourself. “Oh, what a lovely name! I am Ralph LeBlanc, but I’m sure your aunt has already informed you of me.” He said expectantly, voice slightly croaky and hoarse from old age.

Giving him a smile and a nod, you invited him in, bringing him to the dining room where your aunt and cousins were just finishing the preparations for dinner, and you all sat down, tucking into the delicious meal.

The dinner was successful, Ralph happily agreeing to take you on as an apprentice whilst also assisting him with running the repair shop, as he was currently the only one managing it. You had informed him of your history degree, and your school awards in art, and after that he was very eager to agree, almost acting excited when he invited you to come to the shop next Monday for a ‘starter shift’ where he would show you the ropes and make sure you were settled. It was as if the gods switched up on your luck, turning it round from the horrific start you had arriving here, and you weren’t planning on losing this good streak anytime soon.

“Now,” said Mr LeBlanc as he stood putting his coat on by the front door. “Make sure you are wearing something comfy and flexible, preferably pants if you own any, as we don’t want any skirts getting trapped in anything.” You nodded, and he paused for a moment, looking up at you. “Odd question, but how tall are you and your cousins? I don’t think I’ve met many with your heights, especially a woman.”

You glanced at your feet, now conscious of the way you towered over him slightly. “Last time I checked I was 5’9, and the twins are 6 foot. I uh, got it from my dad – he’s 6’1, and they got it from theirs.”

His eyes widened as he puffed his cheeks out. “La vache that’s tall. And did you say the boys were only 16? Wow, I really ain’t trying to make this sound weird but those magazine people would snatch you three up if they knew you were here.”

You laughed shaking your head, albeit nervously at the thought of having your picture taken. Thanking him, you waved him out and said your goodbyes.

Closing the door, you let out a relieved sigh, grateful that the evening was successful, and you retreated back to your room for the evening.

Thought it didn’t stop your excitement for the Monday to come.

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AITA for kind of being a homewrecker?

some background: i (22f) met this guy (23m, let’s call him rick) freshman year of college, four years ago. we became really close really fast, and we basically had all the same friends (we went to a very small school, it’s hard not to be friends with most people). unfortunately i took a year off of school after freshman year, so i kind of lost contact with all my college friends. when i came back, my friends and i reconnected immediately, but especially rick. we uh… sorta made plans to hook up at that point (we were horny and dumb and mutually attracted enough), but we got to my room and we kissed (which was my first kiss) but it was bad and i changed my mind before anything happened. the thing is, we were still friends after that, and he even told me that he was in love with me and thought that i might fall in love with him. he’s also said multiple times since then that he was being idiotic and that would have been terrible for us, and i agree, so we’re both glad that nothing happened. but since we were now in different grades, we weren’t as close friends, so that year passed without further incident.

fast forward a year (my junior year, his senior) and suddenly we’re getting closer again— we’re in a mutual club and therefore hang out a lot more. i realize at some point in november that oh shit, i have a crush on him. (sidenote— i don’t have crushes. i’d never been in love. ive realized since this that i think i might be on the aromantic/demiromantic spectrum, and i’ve always just said i’m queer because i… have had a very queer experience wrt my romantic/sexual feelings. sooooo.. this was weird). i mention this to another friend, and she informs me that rick had started dating someone.

oof.

so i don’t act on my feelings and hope that they go away. (spoiler: they don’t.) in january we hung out with a group of friends almost nightly. and rick and i flirt. oh god, do we flirt. but i didn’t even notice— that’s just the way that i interact with people, and he mirrors how people around him behave, so it was just a feedback loop of flirting while one of us was in a relationship! and the worst part is that is girlfriend (i’ll call her anne) was peripherally in the friend group; she hung out with the group sometimes, but not super often.

so obviously, a couple of our more perceptive friends tell us to shut the hell up and stop it. at this point i think, you know what? i’ll just avoid him. this lasted about two days, and then one of our mutual friends (i’ll call him joe) tells me i need to talk to rick. he can’t tell me why but i just need to talk to him.

so i text rick and i set up a time to talk to him, which i’m sure was scary for him, but i say him down and told him that we need to stop, because he’s in a relationship and it’s entirely inappropriate and i’m in love with him and he’s my best friend and i don’t want to lose him. and then he laughs. he told me then that he thought i was gonna yell at him to dump anne, because he had told joe that he wasn’t in love with her and never had been. and he thought joe had told me that so i could knock some sense into him.

so uh… he told me that he was going to break up with anne that night. (which, btw, was 2 days after valentine’s day. ouch.) he also said that that didn’t mean anything for us, but… the next day we hung out one on one all day, and then the next day, and then the whole weekend, aaaaand it was kind of a relationship. we started dating. it moved very fast, because we were already friends and we had already talked about sex in the past.

the thing that really pisses me off, though, is that another mutual friend threatened to tell anne about rick and i, so rick had to tell her at a really inopportune time instead of later. she was fine about the breakup before that, but after that she was clearly pissed, and ignored us both for the rest of the year. if it hadn’t happened that way i really think that we could’ve stayed friends, or at least stayed civil, but the way that it happened is still really upsetting to me. rick and i have been dating for almost six months now, and we’re really perfect for each other and i honestly expect to spend my life with him, but the way that it started was just such a mess and it still haunts me sometimes.

(to be clear: rick never cheated on anne. he’s been cheated on before, and has a bit of trauma in regards to that. cheating is just not a possibility for him.)

so… i know that i’m probably an asshole here, but… idk. should it bother me this much? or was it more justified than i think it was?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Something in Common

A year after Tim first confessed that he liked Jon, Jon unexpectedly finds himself returning his feelings. As it turns out, the two of them have more in common than they thought. Jon/Tim, rated T, around 3.5k words. Read it on AO3! This was written for the prompt "pre-canon" for @tmaappreciationweek :)

Jon was three drinks into the evening when he realised he had a problem.

Or not a problem, per se. That was too harsh. In fact, if this thing had occurred about a year ago, back when Tim had confessed that he liked Jon, it would have been rather the opposite of a problem. But it hadn’t happened back then, and now - well, it was at least making things complicated.

The thing was, Jon wanted to kiss Tim. It was a new feeling for him, after such a long time of being friends. He always craved the physical affection Tim handed out so freely - the claps on the shoulder, the hugs, the occasional cuddle during movie night. But the urge to climb into his lap and kiss him until the whole pub knew that Tim was here with Jon - that was new.

It might’ve had something to do with the woman standing next to their table, shamelessly flirting with Tim. But then she finally left, giving up since Tim clearly wasn’t interested, and Tim turned back to Jon with a sheepish smile that made Jon’s stomach flutter, and he still wanted to kiss him. Well, shit.

Jon pulled his gaze away from Tim’s gleaming eyes that were way too distracting, frowning down at the nearly empty glass he was clutching between his fingers. He wasn’t sure what to do with these feelings.

He didn’t even know if Tim was still interested. Not after Jon had rejected him last year, stammering out that no, he liked Tim but he was straight, unfortunately. It hadn’t been true, of course, but a rejection didn’t seem like the right time to get into the details of being asexual and demiromantic. It didn’t really bother Jon that his assumption of being heteroromantic wasn’t quite accurate - it wasn’t surprising, given that it had been made on the very limited sample size of one person back in uni - but he was frustrated at the timing of his feelings.

“Geez, what has your drink done to you?” Tim asked, pulling Jon out of his thoughts. “You’re scowling at it,” Tim added, when Jon looked up at him in confusion.

Jon let out a long sigh and set down his drink. Tim looked at him with a raised eyebrow and just a tinge of concern in his eyes, and it really didn’t help Jon’s urge to kiss him. The truth was at the tip of his tongue, just a second away from spilling over his lips, but Jon snapped his mouth shut at the last moment. He returned to scowling at his drink instead of looking at Tim’s distracting face.

“It’s- it’s nothing,” he finally said, voice a little hoarse.

“It’s not nothing,” Tim protested after a moment, once it became clear Jon wasn’t going to elaborate. “This is not your ‘nothing’ face. This is your ‘there is something and you don’t want to tell me because you think it’s embarrassing or inappropriate or whatever’ face.”

“Well. It is inappropriate.”

“Do tell, then.” Tim grinned at him as Jon carefully glanced in his direction, waggling his eyebrows. “You know I love inappropriate.”

“I-” Jon cut himself off with a grimace. “I shouldn’t.”

Whatever it was that showed on his face - frustration or self-deprecation or something along these lines, most likely - it caused Tim’s grin to slip off his face. Instead, a cease appeared between his brows. “You know you can tell me if there’s something wrong,” Tim said softly, the playful teasing suddenly replaced by earnest concern. He slowly reached out, placing his hand on top of Jon’s. Tim’s hand was warm, in a way that was both comforting and terribly distracting.

Jon gulped against the sudden tears burning in his eyes. Sometimes he wasn’t sure what to do with this - the care Tim put into his words and actions, so apparent once you looked past the jokes and the flirting. In that moment, Jon felt like he owed Tim the truth. After all, Tim had confessed the same thing to him all these months ago. It didn’t seem fair that Jon kept his feelings hidden.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he stressed, looking up at Tim. “This isn’t… bad. It’s just, I don’t know. Unexpected.”

Tim’s concerned expression relaxed, just a little. He raised his eyebrows but didn’t speak, giving Jon the time to find the right words. “I just… I realised that I- I want to kiss you,” Jon finally confessed.

Tim’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Jon grimaced, pulling his hand out of Tim’s grasp. “I’m sorry. I- I did tell you it was inappropriate. After, um, you know. A-and, I understand if you’re mad, that I’m saying this now and not a year ago.”

“I’m not mad,” Tim said, so resolutely that some of Jon’s worries evaporated like a drop of water on a hot stone. “Seriously. Would be kind of hypocritical of me, don’t you think?”

Jon bit his lip and nodded hesitantly. “Still. I- I understand if you don’t feel the same anymore,” he said slowly. “It’s… it’s been so long, and…”

Tim let out a soft laugh. “I do. Feel the same, I mean.”

“Oh.” Jon looked up at Tim, stunned into silence for a moment. “A-after all this time?”

A blush crept onto Tim’s cheeks, painting his skin a delightful shade of pink. “Yes. Of course.”

“I- I didn’t realise.” Jon’s voice wavered, and he cleared his throat before he continued. “I- I’m sorry. It took me so long to get around-”

Tim smiled softly. “Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t like I was unhappy or anything. And your friendship was always more important.”

“Thank you, Tim.”

“Of course. Now, while I am delighted to hear that you want to kiss me, I am a little confused about where that’s coming from.” Tim raised his eyebrows at him, looking him up and down. “How much of that is the alcohol talking?”

“Oh. Um.” Jon frowned down at the empty glass in front of him. He couldn’t deny that his head was swimming with more than just his messy emotions. He’d never been able to hold his liquor well. “Is that a no to kissing me?” he finally asked as he looked back up at Tim, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He startled a laugh out of Tim. “It’s a no to doing it like this. I also didn’t think you’d be the type of guy who likes to make out in a pub. You’re usually so… I don’t know, private, about your affection.”

“Oh.” Jon blinked, suddenly conscious of all the people around them. He looked around, taking in the sizable crowd around them. It was a Friday night, after all. Tucked away in the corner with Tim, the last moments had felt so quiet and intimate that he’d nearly forgotten. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I… I suppose you’re right.”

“How about this,” Tim started gently, resting his hand once again on Jon’s to give it a squeeze. “Why don’t you come home with me? It’s a thirty minute walk, that should help to sober us both up. And if you still want to kiss me then, I’m all in.”

Jon hesitated for just a moment. Coming from any other person, he would have been wary of that offer, but he’d been to Tim’s place plenty of times. It always felt safe and comfortable, in a way the pub very much didn’t. Now that he had a moment to contemplate what he was throwing himself into without thinking it through, he was a bit nervous - but with the security both Tim and his cosy little flat always provided, he knew he didn’t have to be.

“Yes,” Jon finally said, calm and determined. He turned his hand until he could entangle his fingers with Tim’s. They slotted together perfectly, like they had done so dozens of times. “I- I want that. Please.”

Tim beamed at him, his grin growing impossibly wide. “Great! Let’s go.”

~~~

Tim's hand was warm in Jon's as they walked through the chilly autumn night towards Tim's place. Jon had to admit that the cool air was a relief for his swimming head, even as the wind made him hunch his shoulders and scoot closer to the reassuring warmth of Tim beside him. Tim didn’t seem to mind the invasion of his personal space; but then, he never did even before this night. Even in the past year, when he did have feelings for Jon but knew that Jon didn’t feel the same, he had never refused his affection. He could have pulled back; put some distance between them when he knew his feelings weren’t reciprocated, but instead he let their friendship grow and deepen without pushing, without any expectation whatsoever for Jon to change his mind. Now that Jon had actually caught up with him, it was that thought that steeled his resolve that this was what he wanted, what was right, no matter how nervous he was.

He said so as soon as they were inside Tim’s flat and had taken their coats off. Before Tim could dash into the kitchen to make tea, Jon stepped closer to him, caught his hand in his own and said, “I still want to kiss you.”

Tim’s eyes widened, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Alcohol still making you bold, huh?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I- no, I feel fine. I’m not drunk, Tim,” Jon protested, frowning for a moment before his expression softened. “It’s just… you.”

Tim let out a laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

Biting his lip, Tim hesitated for a moment. Jon squirmed under his gaze. “It’s just… look, I’m sorry to ask, but didn’t you say you were straight?” Tim finally asked with a wince. “Next to being ace, I mean?”

Jon scowled at him as Tim’s hesitation quickly put a stop to his previous boldness. “If you don’t want to do this, just tell me,” he bit out, with more venom than intended.

“I do!” Tim rushed to say. “I promise I do. I’m just confused, that’s all. I’m trying to understand where this is coming from.”

Jon opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again with a snap when he realised he didn’t know how to put his feelings into words. It was hard enough on a regular day, let alone on a day where he had to go through the sudden, albeit not unwelcome, shock of having to reconsider his identity.

Tim must’ve seen that he was struggling with words. “How about some tea?” he suggested softly, giving Jon’s hand a squeeze. “And then we can talk?”

Jon gulped around the lump in his throat and nodded. “Yes,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Thank you, Tim.”

Jon let Tim usher him onto the sofa before Tim dashed off to make tea. He carefully thought about his words while Tim was gone, and as soon as he was back, had pressed a mug of tea into Jon’s hands and sat down on the other end of the sofa, it all spilled out of him in a rush.

“I… I have not experienced these feelings for a lot of people,” Jon started, frowning down into the mug clutched in his hands. “I can’t. That’s just- that’s not how it works for me. I need… a connection to someone, before I do. And, as you know, I’m not exactly talented at making friends, so it hardly ever comes up. For a long while I thought I was straight up aromantic instead of somewhere on the spectrum, but then… I met someone in uni. ”

He finally dared to look up at Tim. Tim was watching him intently, his own tea seemingly forgotten on the coffee table. He nodded as Jon paused. “And that was a woman?” he asked.

Jon nodded. “Yes. H-her name was Georgie. She was… wonderful, even if we didn’t last. Not as a couple, at least. And, since she was the only person I had ever had romantic feelings for, heteroromantic seemed like the right label at the time.”

“But not anymore?”

Jon huffed. “Apparently not.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at him. “How are you feeling about that?”

“Oh. Um. Fine, I suppose? I don’t- I don’t mind, finding new words to describe myself. It’s hardly the first time.”

“Okay. It’s just, you do seem a bit… jumpy.”

“Well.” Jon let out a brittle laugh. “It is always a bit nerve-wracking to explore new parts of your identity, isn’t it?”

Tim hummed in agreement and nodded. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

“And I have- I mean, I’m not used to doing that with another person.” Jon paused, taking a deep breath. “When I realised I was asexual, and on the aromantic spectrum, it was all… introspective. It didn’t involve anyone else. I could just… quietly stew over it for a long while before I actually started using these words for myself, or in front of anyone else.”

Tim’s gaze softened. “It doesn’t have to be different now, if you’re more comfortable with that. We don’t have to do this tonight. We can wait a few days, or weeks. However long you need, really.”

“No.” Jon shook his head, resolutely. “No, I- I want this, Tim. I’m sure.”

“Yeah?”

“Please.”

Tim smiled, slowly and softly. He placed his mug on the coffee table and scooted closer to him, plucking Jon’s mug out of his hands as well. With the tea out of the way, he fully turned towards Jon and cradled his face in his hands. Jon’s breath hitched. Tim was suddenly so close, and still not close enough. His heart thundered in his ears, but Tim’s thumb brushing gently over his cheek was calming and comforting. Jon’s eyes fluttered shut, both in anticipation and to revel in this feeling of being held.

Tim finally kissed him. His lips slotted over Jon’s, soft and warm and gentle. Careful, as if he was testing the ground of this unknown terrain they found themselves in before taking the first definite step. Jon melted into the touch, a gasp escaping his throat that was immediately swallowed by Tim, and let himself be kissed.

Jon wasn’t sure what he’d expected from the kiss. It didn’t feel life changing, like this was a monumental step that elevated their relationship to a whole new level. Something better, something more than they had before. No, it mainly felt warm and comfortable, like a natural extension of what they had shared before. The same thing, essentially, but with a new way of showing how much they cared for one another. But there was, Jon had to admit, a bolt of excitement hidden behind that familiarity, something that made his head swim and his heart skip a beat as Tim tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

Jon made a rather embarrassing noise from the back of his throat, and Tim pulled back a little. “Alright?” he asked, sounding breathless.

Jon didn’t trust his words, but he managed a nod before he blindly grasped at Tim’s jumper to pull him closer. Tim let out a delighted laugh that made Jon’s heart sing and then they were kissing again, Tim’s laugh stifled against Jon’s lips. Tim didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t resist Jon’s pull. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Jon’s shoulders and came closer until their chests were pressed together, hearts rapidly beating in tandem against each other's ribs.

By the time they finally broke apart a second time, Tim had pressed him down onto the sofa and was halfway on top of him. Jon gasped for breath and heard Tim do the same; felt his breath still warm on his lips. He opened his eyes to find Tim only inches away from him. As soon as their eyes met Tim’s lips split into a blinding smile, and Jon responded in kind.

“Hey,” Tim finally said, after they both took a moment to catch their breaths.

“Hi,” Jon said, his voice hoarse. He blinked up at Tim, still a little dazed. “That was… um. Wow.”

Tim laughed. “Yeah. Definitely not straight, then?”

Jon tightened his grip around Tim’s waist, delighted in the way his weight pressed him into the cushions. “Definitely not.”

“Okay. Cool.” Tim paused for a moment. Suddenly he looked shy, which was entirely at odds with how he’d kissed Jon just seconds ago. “So we’re… we’re doing this, huh?”

“I… I’d like to,” Jon said, nervously watching Tim’s face. “I- I mean, I am serious about this. I don’t- I don’t want this for just one night. I’m not really… I can’t do any of this casually.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Tim smiled. “And I know I have a reputation for fooling around, but I am serious about this as well. About you. I want this.”

Jon let out a long breath. “Okay. I… I am rather relieved to hear that.”

“What, did you really think I’d want to kiss you tonight but not again?”

“I- I mean, well.” Jon cut himself off with a grimace, searching for the right words. “It’s not- it has nothing to do with you. I just- I’m aware that I’m not what most people look for in a relationship. Um. Y-you already know I’m asexual, but I think you should know that I don't want to have sex with you. Or anyone, really. I’m not repulsed by it, but it’s not something I’m willing to compromise on.”

A laugh escaped Tim’s lips. “Sorry!“ he said quickly as he must have caught the look of hurt crossing Jon’s face. “Sorry, I’m not making fun or anything. It’s just… well. About the whole asexuality thing.”

Jon frowned at him in confusion. Tim looked a bit sheepish, still with a smile tugging at his lips even as he tried to suppress it. “What?”

“There’s something I haven’t told you yet. Remember how I asked all these stupid questions when you came out, because I hadn’t really looked into it before and had no idea what it actually meant?”

Jon nodded slowly. He’d told Tim a couple of months ago, right here on Tim’s sofa after one of their movie nights. Tim had asked a lot of questions, which was always a bit grating, but he’d done so respectfully and out of genuine interest, so Jon hadn’t been able to hold it against him. “I- I remember.”

“I looked into it a bit more on my own after you’d left, and then a lot more in the weeks after that, and… well. There were a few things that just felt very familiar.”

Jon’s brow furrowed as he processed Tim’s words, but then his eyes widened in understanding. “What, really?”

“Um, yeah. I think so.” Tim smiled, a bit uncertain. A flush crept onto his cheeks. Finally he rolled off Jon, but only to settle down on his side right next to him. Jon turned onto his side as well so he was facing Tim.

“And how are… how are you feeling about that?” Jon asked, echoing Tim’s earlier question.

Tim shrugged. “Good, I think? I really do get it, when you say it’s a bit nerve wracking to explore new parts of your identity. But some things suddenly make sense and it’s… nice, to have a word for how I’m feeling. I mean, I do like sex, but I never felt that pull towards a specific person. Sex was always just… I don’t know, the most straight-forward way to feel close to a person. That’s the bit I’m craving.”

“I- I see. That’s… that’s great, Tim,” Jon said, clasping Tim’s hand in his. “I’m glad you found a word that resonates with you. I know how important it can be.”

“Thanks, Jon.” Tim smiled, gently squeezing Jon’s hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to derail this conversation. I just wanted to say, I’m totally cool with not having sex. Don’t worry about that.”

Jon huffed out a laugh. “Right. I’m… to be honest, it’s good to hear that. And, if you ever want to talk about being asexual, I’m here to listen.”

“I know. I really wanted to tell you soon. It just took me a while to figure all of it out. I still don’t think I’m completely there yet.”

“We can figure this out together.”

“What, being ace and being bi?”

“Yes. And… well, the rest of it too.” Jon paused, gesturing between them. “This. Us.”

“Oh, I’m not sure there’s much more to figure out,” Tim said with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes that made it clear he wasn’t entirely serious. He scooted closer to Jon, one hand on his waist until he was so close Jon could feel his breath on his lips. “I think we’re pretty good at this already.”

“There’s more to this than kissing,” Jon protested, even as he couldn’t help but smile.

“Maybe.” Tim brushed his nose against Jon’s, so tantalisingly close. “But for the moment, I think we should make sure that we’re really nailing this part.”

“What, did that previous kiss leave any doubts?”

“Nope. But we’re researchers. We’ve got to be thorough.”

Jon laughed. “Fine. You’re right, I suppose,” he grinned, and kissed Tim again.

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[rhiannvns]

danielle   rose   russell.     she/they.     demi   woman.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   RHIANNON   "RIA"   HALE   ,   most   likely   listening   to   brutal   by   olivia   rodrigo   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-five   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -reticent   yet   +incisive   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   carrying   an   ipad   and   sketchbook   wherever   you   go   in   case   inspiration   strikes   ,   half-tucked   white   button   downs   paired   with   mom   jeans   ,   taking   a   moment   to   enjoy  the   little   things   ,   followed   by   their   bergamote   22   by   le   labo   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   a   cinderella   story   ?   rhiannon   hale   spotted   on   a   date   with   one   of   the   upper   east   side's   most   eligble   bachelors   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

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penned  by  HECATE  (  she/her  ,  pst  ,  21+  )

OVERVIEW.

STATS  PAGE .

FULL NAME: rhiannon elizabeth hale

NICKNAME(S): ria, riri

DOB: 04/12/1998

AGE: 25

HEIGHT: 5'4"

ZODIAC: aries

GENDER: demi woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers 

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGES: english , spanish , italian

AESTHETICS:   carrying  an  ipad  and  sketchbook  wherever  you  go  in  case  inspiration  strikes  ,  half-tucked  white  button  downs  paired  with  mom  jeans  ,  taking  a  moment  to  enjoy  the  little  things  ,  remaining  guarded  after  having  to  grow  up  too  fast  ,  a  piercing  gaze  that  conveys  neither  judgment  nor  interest

CHARACTER  PARALLELS:  felicia  hardy  (  marvel  comics  )  ,  jules  ambrose  (  twisted  hate  )  ,  veronica  lodge  (  archie  comics  )  ,  freya  mikaelson  (  the  originals  )  ,  dinah  laurel  lance  (  dc  comics  )

BACKGROUND.

born  the  second  eldest  out  of  four  to  two  loving  but  unfortunately  busy  parents  in  queens  .  rhiannon’s  parents  were  constantly  working  to  make  ends  meet  .  they  didn’t  come  from  money  but  somehow  always  managed  to  make  things  work  .  they  tried  to  shield  their  children  from  their  financial  troubles  .  and  truthfully  ,  her  parents  should’ve  stopped  at  two  kids  .  but  they  wanted  more  so  then  came  the  twins  .  with  their  parents  at  work  all  the  time  ,  ria  and  her  older  brother  had  to  step  up  and  take  care  of  their  youngest  siblings  whether  they  wanted  to  or  not  .  nights  were  spent  preparing  dinner  ,  lunch  for  school  and  helping  their  siblings  with  homework  .  the  eldest  hale  siblings  had  to  grow  up  a  lot  faster  than  the  rest  of  their  peers  .

she  discovers  her  love  for  art  when  she’s  around  ten  .  however  ,  knowing  that  her  parents  couldn’t  possibly  afford  to  pay  for  art  classes  ,  ria  decides  to  teach  herself  .  within  time  ,  she  gets  really  good  at  it  .  they  start  to  use  it  as  an  outlet  .  something  to  let  her  imagine  what  life  would  be  like  outside  the  metaphorical  walls  of  queens  .  it’s  not  that  she  felt  stuck  ,  she  just  knew  it  wouldn’t  do  her  any  good  if  she  spent  her  entire  life  in  queens  .  they  want  more  for  their  life  .

high  school  felt  like  a  challenging  time  for  ria  .  between  helping  their  brother  take  care  of  their  siblings  and  hunkering  down  on  school  ,  it  left  little  time  to  assemble  their  art  portfolio  .  while  met  with  initial  hesitance  from  her  family  ,  she  assembles  her  portfolio  and  starts  applying  to  schools  both  in  and  out  of  the  city  with  excellent  art  programs  .  she  knows  what  she  wants  .  as  soon  as  ria  graduates  from  high  school  ,  she’s  accepted  an  offer  to  attend  parsons  with  a  grant  from  the  school  and  multiple  scholarships  .  still  close  enough  to  home  as  a  compromise  but  at  least  she’s  out  of  queens  .

they  thrive  in  college  .  they  make  connections  ,  lands  internship  spots  as  a  graphic  designer  ,  gets  their  work  out  there  .  eventually  decides  on  becoming  a  brand  designer  .  and  all  that  networking  during  college  pays  off  .  they  go  from  working  for  a  creative  agency  to  freelancing  .  and  then  landing  a  big-time  client  .  one  that  was  looking  towards  rebranding  their  company  .  this  one  project  is  what  gets  her  an  in  with  the  upper  east  side  social  scene  .  not  intentionally  ,  but  an  opportunity  is  an  opportunity  .  and  as  a  result  ,  she  makes  some  new  friends  .  and  even  ends  up  dating  someone  .  it’s  sweet  .  however  ,  ria  doesn’t  ever  think  about  immersing  herself  in  this  life  .  and  despite  having  a  loving  partner  ,  they're  hesitant  and  know  better  than  to  expect  anything  .  

PERSONALITY.

she’s  the  definition  of  an  introverted  extrovert  .  they  can  be  bold  ,  that’s  for  sure  .  lively  .  dominant  .  assertive  .  ria  knows  how  to  work  a  room  to  their  advantage  .  they’ve  got  great  people  skills  .  and  if  it  comes  off  as  social  climbing  ,  then  so  be  it  .  they  didn’t  grow  up  with  the  same  advantages  that  those  in  the  upper  east  side  had  .  aside  from  that  ,  she  prefers  to  keep  to  herself  ,  only  letting  people  in  after  they’ve  gotten  to  know  them  .  and  she’s  hard  on  herself  ,  used  to  carrying  more  than  her  own  weight  .  and  at  times  ,  at  the  expense  of  herself  .  contrary  to  what  others  might  believe  ,  they’re  extremely  loyal  to  friends  and  family  .  it’s  hard  to  break  that  level  of  trust  once  earned  .

HEADCANONS.

this  section  is  a  wip  and  will  be  updated  when  i  think  of  more  things  !  <33

graduated  early  from  parsons  with  a  bfa  in  communication  design  and  a  minor  in  creative  entrepreneurship

did  some  rebranding  projects  for  a  couple  of  fashion  designers

an  apple  girlie  for  the  aesthetics  .  probably  would  have  an  android  phone  but  she  likes  for  all  of  her  things  to  match  so  here  we  are  

currently  in  a  relationship  and  nepoupdates  thinks  it’s  a  whole  cinderella  story  because  who  is  she  ?  where  did  she  come  from  ?  not  much  is  known  about  her  other  than  her  career  as  an  up  and  coming  brand  designer

#nepofm.intro #🍓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ›› rhiannon hale . #intro is finally up :vibe:

[dreamboundedstar]

My Belcher Siblings Fankid Headcanons

In light of the latest episode of Bob's Burgers. I decided to share my headcanons for my fan children of the Belcher siblings. It's a work in progress, so keep that in mind.

Louise:

I personally don't see her having children of her own. Especially since the only time she said she would have children was to feed them to an albino polar bear. However, I do see as she grows, matures, and takes over her dad's restaurant, I see her becoming a foster parent. She will be inspired by the fact that Bob lost his mother 11 to 13 (his mom passed away 33 years ago and Bob is 44 to 46) and she wants to help troubled kids have a stable home life like she had as long as she's able to. I, unfortunately, don't have any foster children ocs in mind yet. Hopefully, I'll figure it out eventually. I do see Rudy being a foster parent with Louise though whether as platonic friend and roommate or officially married. Gene:

I also don't see them ever having kids either. They rather be the fun aunty uncle (this is the best I got for a gender-neutral term for aunt/uncle, feel free to make suggestions for something better. At the very least Gene might like it because it's funny) or a kid game show host than ever be responsible for their own children. (Also I'm going with the common headcanon that Gene is genderfluid. I don't see them being strict with pronouns but I'm still going by they/them just in case)

Tina:

She would be the only one of the siblings to have biological children. She would be married to Zeke and both would be for having children. Zeke would be all for having a big family, his only caveat would be to not wait too long for siblings because he wouldn't want his kids to go through the same lonely sibling age gap problem he went through (him having a half brother that's 31 years older than him and a stepbrother that 13 years younger than him. The only relative he has that's close to his age would be his cousin Leslie and even then he's at the lowest, 3 years older than him). Tina, however, would originally not want to go too fast in adding siblings because she knows how much of a handful it is from seeing her parents having a child every 2 years 3 times, counting herself.

Life had different plans though and she wouldn't change a thing about it.

Daniel “Dani” Bob Belcher:

He’s this little guy

First born son of Zeke and Tina. He has his dad’s extroversion and optimistic attitude. Meanwhile, He inherited his mom’s creativity and bad vision. As a teenager, he is cursed with being nuts for butts and a goob for boob. Though he’s demiromantic, so while he definitely finds many people attractive, he doesn’t pursue any of them romantically until he realizes he has formed a deep connection of friendship with them. He is extra with his love confessions though and has no shame which can lead to the downfall of many potential romantic relationships because he loves giving his all too fast and too hard. Sometimes his confessions could end friendships he thought he had a deep connection with too because they simply didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. Daniel doesn’t fret about it because he follows the “if you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve at my best” motto. He will always have his family and his true friends will always stick by him and that’s good enough for him.

He’s terrible at wrestling but that doesn’t stop him from trying to surprise pounce on his dad. He’s better at writing songs and coming up with crazy, fun ideas to try. He doesn’t intentionally try to do stuff that will get him in trouble, but his creativity just makes him a trouble magnet. He’s not the brightest but his heart is always in the right place.

His main colors are yellow and green.

( His personality type for reference - ENFP 7w6)

Jeffrey “Jeff” Griffin Belcher (Is he named after Tina’s ex-ghost box boyfriend or her body pillow? I’ll never tell! XD)

Second born son by around a 1 year and a half (though it’s rounded out to 2 anyway since he wasn’t born in the same year as his older brother). He has his mother’s monotone introversion as well as creativity and his dad’s love of chaos. He’s not the most sociable and much rather spend his time alone playing video games, making blueprints, and testing out his blueprints. He loves his family though and is a momma’s boy even if he would rather die than admit it. When he’s not doing his own thing, he’s helping his brother behind the scenes with any crazy idea Daniel comes up with. He doesn’t care if it’s a good idea or a bad idea, he’s just along for the ride and eager to see how it ends. He’s completely ace and aro, so he’s not interested in dating like Daniel when he is a teenager, period.

While he has plenty of ideas to cause chaos at the school, he’s also very lazy so he mostly goes along with Daniel and is never the leader of any scheme by choice.

He’s not a super genius but he is the brightest of his siblings, he just lacks motivation. When he’s old enough, he wears contacts because he hates how he looks in his glasses. He doesn’t like the idea of completely fitting into the stereotypical nerd mold especially since his personality already fits the mold.

His main colors are grayish-blue and brown.

( His personality type for reference - INTP 5w4)

Lily Cherylinda Belcher (Yes Tina and Zeke pulled a Renesmee for Lily’s middle name. Just be glad it’s just the middle name XD)

Last born child, firstborn daughter of Tina and Zeke. She’s 4 years younger than Jeff and 6 years younger than Daniel (Tina and Zeke were originally going to stop at 2 but life happened and they decided to see what fate had in store). She has the protective nature of both her parents, Tina’s goody-two-shoes nature, and Zeke’s knack for cooking (not his perfect palette though, that belongs to Jeff much to her disbelief since she knows what he wastes his tastebuds on)  Despite being the youngest, she is the most responsible out of her siblings and most of the time tags along simply to protect her brothers and try to stop things from getting too terrible.

She also tries to use her cuteness to try to help them get a lighter sentence after the metaphorical (sometimes literal) smoke clears. She loves reading about/watching romance but seldom partakes in it herself when she’s of age. She’s too timid and uses schoolwork and helping out her family as an excuse for why she’s too busy for crushes.

She’s unapologetically a daddy’s girl and is eager to help in the kitchen when she can. Since she doesn’t have a perfect palette, she treats recipes like religious texts and doesn’t dare try to add anything outside the recipe. Aside from cooking, she loves gardening as well, especially planting pretty flowers.

Out of all the siblings, she is the best candidate to take over Bob’s Burgers after Louise. However, if Lily decides to take over in the future is still up in the air.

Her main colors are pink and purple. She wears an adorable panda hat that her grandma Linda made for her, similar to Louise’s bunny ears. (Something like this https://akiseohats.com/products/spring-panda-bear-fleece-hat (( the pink and white one, though I might do light pink on darker pink instead)))

( Her personality type for reference - ISFJ 9w8)

Anyway, that’s all that I have so far. I definitely left some questions unanswered though. For example, I never said who loved horses and zombies among the siblings. XD

Maybe I’ll elaborate when I actually design them, for now, though this is all I got.

#Bob's Burgers #fan kids #headcanons #fan children #BB fankids #Tina #Zeke #Zekina #TinaxZeke #ZekexTina #roudise #Rudy #Louise #Gene #louwheeze #Hopefully I'll figure out the foster kids and what I what the Zekina kids to look like soon #At least I got a head start on Danl

[vintage-bentley]

I've been a fan of GO since I was 12 (I'm now 28) and read the book so many times it fell apart as a teen - but for some reason, I never connected with the TV version. Just never vibed with it, can't explain why. Maybe because it was Terry Pratchett I always loved and his magic felt like it was missing from it, leaving mostly NG's influence (who I don't like but that's a long story). So I feel no excitement for series 2, and that kind of bums me out because 12 year old me loved it so much.

Are there many reasons to be excited for s2? Are you?

I’m unfortunately one of the people who saw the TV series first, then read the book, so I didn’t experience the sort of hesitance about the series somebody who came from the book might. I personally love the series, and also love the book! But I can see why you weren’t the biggest fan of the series. It definitely feels like it lost a bit of Terry’s touch. I’ve said before that this worries me for season 2, because at least with season 1 Neil was working with a complete book he’d written with Terry. Now he’s on his own. I mean, it sounds like they’ve had conversations about what a second book or season would entail…but that’s very different from actually writing it together.

Personally, I feel a whole lot of things about season 2. I feel excited, because I love the story and characters and want more. But I’m also very nervous, because it could easily go wrong. Sometimes things are best left alone…and season 1 ended on such a lovely note and had so much closure, that I’m not sure how a season 2 would fit into it. I do worry that this will be one of those cases of the sequel not being as good as the original, just because the original was so good.

And of course, I’m worried that the fandom’s homophobia that Neil has eagerly endorsed will seep its way into the show. But I’m hoping it won’t, because as much as I don’t like Neil, he seems to know how to draw a line between canon and headcanons. What it looks like to me, is he’s had his ideas set in stone for years, and is just agreeing with fandom to get clout. But his ideas are still his ideas and he won’t let them get changed by the fandom…both for creative reasons and legal reasons. So I hardly think he’ll be like “you know what, I didn’t even know what ‘asexual demiromantic genderfluid nonbinary’ meant until yesterday, but I’m going to have my characters come out as it in season 2! It’ll be great!”.

The fandom has been an issue for me for a while. They’re comically sexist and homophobic, and being a lesbian that means it’s just not the place for me. So I stay away from larger fandom as much as possible, because I have no interest in seeing “progressive” takes about why actually it’s bad for the two male characters to be in love, and why actually Crowley’s a woman if he has long hair.

But I wouldn’t let the fandom ruin your enjoyment of the show. Ultimately, it’s just the fandom. There’s so many things that are great but have insufferable fandoms…and it’s not a reflection on the work, but rather just a reflection of the people who are the loudest fans (which are always going to be young people since that’s who fandom is mainly populated by, and young people right now are caught up in gender ideology). Watching the show, then seeing what these fans think of it, really just shows you that they’re hardly fans of the show, and are more accurately fans of the story they’ve created in their heads that’s loosely inspired by the show. So try to disconnect the fandom from the show, because they’re entirely different.

The fact is, fandom’s always been insanely homophobic because it’s populated by straight women who fetishise gay men. It’s just now they’ve found a new way to be homophobic (gender ideology) and they’ve found a way to play with it (a show with non-human characters and a magic system). The fandom doesn’t say as much about GO as it does about fans eagerly waiting for the first opportunity to be homophobic.

I’d encourage you to hang around the gender critical corner of the fandom. It makes the experience so much more enjoyable when you know you’re safe from homophobia and sexism and general clownery.

I’m very excited to be able to watch the new season and be able to talk about it with people who I know won’t shun me for calling Crowley a “he” in a scene where he has long hair, and who I can trust to not be homophobic and not shut down my concerns about baiting because “it’s still queer!!! Shut up cis gay!!! Not everything’s about you!!!”.

In short, yes, I’m excited about season 2. More accurately, I’m cautiously optimistic. Because I know that whatever happens, it’s still more of something I love dearly, and that I’ll have people to gush about it to who I don’t have to be wary around.

#asks #anon

[chaoticrebels]

NAME : Calista Lokelani Dreamtide NICKNAME : Staci, Cali, Lia, Loki, Lanie AGE : 21 BIRTH DATE : June 18th GENDER : Female ORIENTATION : Demiromantic, Demisexual LOCATION : Nightstar Crystal Paradise Kingdom, The Ocean near Nightshade Cove PROFESSION : Princess ZODIAC : Gemini SPECIES : Mermaid SPOKEN LANGUAGES : English HEIGHT : 5′7¼” - Human Form WEIGHT : 125 lbs - Human Form HAIR : Dark Brown EYES : Purplish Pink TATTOOS : None PIERCINGS : None SCARS : None FACE CLAIM : Astrid Berges-Frisbey

Biography

It was a starry moonlight night and all was calm, yet off the shore of Nightshade Cove, in a beautiful crystal castle underneath the sea. It was anything but calm, it was a bit chaotic. The merpeople anxiously waiting the arrival of their long waited princess, the little girl King Kye and Queen Nixie had always wanted. And after trying several times, nine times to be exact to get a little girl, they finally gotten their wish. Naming their blessing, Calista Lokelani Dreamtide. Becoming the first girl born into Kye’s side of the family in decades.

A few weeks had passed since her birth and the kingdom was getting ready for the celebration of the little princess, the king and queen sending invitations across the ocean to other merfolk and creatures, although some were not invited for many reasons. On the day of the celebration, the sea was calm and the sun kissed the waves beautifully. It was such a peaceful, perfect day and everyone there was having a good time. Until all of a sudden the sky turned dark and grim, the sea was no longer calm. Their peaceful celebration abruptly interrupted by a group of creatures, some of the very same that weren’t invited to the celebration. The leader of the pack being a pair of twins, Keres and Kieran, a witch/wizard, mermaid/man, vampire tribrid and the rest of their posse being half kraken, half nymph.

Keres and Kieran doing what they do best and that was to cause chaos and trouble, upset over not having an invite to the celebration. Then preceded to tell a story about a curse and a promise one of their ancestors had made. How a witch cursed Kye’s family line after the prince at the time refused to bare a daughter with her after promising, only because he fell in love with another. So the witch cursed his family line that they’d never bare a daughter, which the prince at first laughed about it, not believing her until it became quite clear she wasn’t lying. And when she refused to undo it, he banished her to the land for the rest of eternity. Which that’s where she and their ancestors remained until Kye’s great, great, great grandfather sought out them out and begged for them to undo the curse. Which Keres’s and Kieran’s great, great, great grandmother said she would if the king kept his ancestor’s promise except as punishment, she wanted the first born girl. In which he hesitated but reluctantly agreed, figuring it would be one of his. If he knew that it would have effected anyone in his bloodline but not him then he would’ve never agreed, unfortunately he didn’t and now here they where reaping the outcome. 

Which that was causing more problems than not. Because while Kye didn’t want to make things worse, he wasn’t about to hand over his little girl. And that made the twins furious, promising the king and queen that they’d regret this, that one day they’d get their hands on Calista. Which they rebutted with their own promise, promising that no matter what, they’d never let them get their hands on her before they had the guards to escort the twins and their posse out. Once they were truly gone, both the king and queen apologized to their guests then said their goodbye. Everyone promising to be there to help make sure that Keres and Kieran never get their hands on Calista, that they’d be there for them whenever they needed something before they left the party. And they all kept their word cause whenever they needed them, they were there.

Five years had passed without any serious threat, four years of having a magical barrier around their kingdom. The king and queen not taking any chances, yet despite all their efforts to keep their children safe, one stormy night changed everything. But it didn’t start as a stormy night, it started as a beautiful night. The stars were reflecting off the crystal clear waters, there wasn’t a cloud in sight. So beautiful that Kye’s and Nixie’s second born child, Kaiholo took his girlfriend Sirena to Midnight Lagoon. An island a several hours off Nightshade Cove and Moonlight Hollow, an island that is surrounded by crystalized rocks. Which the only way to get to the island is an underwater cave or the small entry that’s hidden behind moonflower vines. It was a perfect romantic spot to look at the stars, the bioluminescence in the waters surround the island making it look like there was stars in the water. The moonlight shimmering off the crystals, some of the flowers were in bloom. It was where their whole family went to purpose to their partners, using whatever gem or crystal that caught the other’s eye. And Kaiholo was going to purpose to Sirena that night.

And the prince did, which his girlfriend said yes within a heartbeat. Leaving him, leaving them both beyond happy. Everything was good, life was good. And after spending a little longer, they finally decided to head back and share the good news. Although it was on the way back, that the weather began to change. The sky that was crystal clear with stars shinning bright like diamonds was now full of angry looking clouds, the sea that was once peaceful was now chaotic. It was almost like someone had upset either Poseidon or Neptune, whichever God you wanted to blame. Either way, the point is they were now dealing with a hurricane like storm and despite trying to take cover fast enough, they fell victims to it. Almost like whatever caused the storm wasn’t natural, like they were targeted by some dark magic and they were. Keres and Kieran made sure that Kye and Nixie knew that, promising it’ll get worse if they didn’t honor their ancestor’s promise. But once again, the king and queen refused before promising that they’d regret this. Which the twins just snickered at before disappearing from the picture once more.

It would be another five years of peacefulness before another tragedy would strike but this time it wasn’t a storm, it was humans. And it was no accident, the twins were up to no good once again. This time Baylor, Kye’s and Nixie’s third oldest child and his fiancé Serenada were the unlucky victims. It was just a few days before their wedding and they were basking in the sun when all of a sudden, out of no where came a pirate ship. Closing in fast but before they could dip back into the sea, they were caught up in a fish net. And as much they tried to free themselves, they couldn’t. And that really scared them, especially since Serenada was expecting their first child. And with humans, they really didn’t know which ones they could trust so it was a tricky situation. Which soon enough it became clear, these humans weren’t to be trusted. With the talks of what they should do with them, sell them to the government to study or to a circus to become a sideshow attraction. And Baylor refused to let his fiancé and unborn child fall to that fate so he used his powers to try to break free, which lead to them killing each other. 

After that, the king and queen had made the surface world forbidden. Wasn’t about to let Keres or Kieran kill off anymore of their bloodline, certainly wasn’t about to hand over their daughter. No, in fact they were planning revenge now because they’d regret messing with their family. And while it took a few years, Kye and Nixie returned the favor. Using their powers to make the twin’s life hell but not to harm them because they would never stoop that low, they were better than that.

While that neutralized the twins, it had made them beyond livid. So much that when they had a moment, just a moment of peace they placed another curse on Calista‘s whole family line. A curse that was design to punish them, a curse only true love could break but made it hard to find it. A curse that would start one her eighteenth birthday, promising to break it when the queen and king give them what they want. It was after that her parents knew that this was only going to end in one of two ways, them giving the twins what they want or they finally get rid of the twins. 

Over the next couple of years, the queen and king had been preparing on finally ending this mess. Over the next couple years, the princess had began sneaking out of the protective barrier to explore. Sneaking to the surface world every now and then, despite knowing how her parents felt about it. It’s how her fascination with other supernatural creatures and humans began, although humans scared her. Especially after humans tried to kidnap one of her siblings then ended up killing her brother so she always kept her distance, just watching them from a far. But one frightful night after her eighteenth birthday, the worst thing imaginable had happened and she was caught in a trap set by humans. She was freaking out, trying her hardest to escape. Even the creatures of the sea she made friends with was trying to help her, which luckily she managed to escape. After that she avoided the surface world for a bit, especially after she was scolded by her parents when they found out what happened.

But after awhile she eventually returned, something drawing her in. It was after her nineteenth birthday, that she found herself in another trap. But on this frightful night, no matter how much she and the sea creatures tried, they couldn’t free her. So in a last ditch effort, she used her power of invisibility in hopes she’d trick them into thinking they had nothing. It almost worked, except something gave her away. Proving these were no regular humans, they were supernatural hunters. She was about to use her other powers but then she was pricked by something, causing her to black out and when she awoke, she found herself in a tank of some kind. Which freaked her out, which caused her to panic and try to use her powers to escape. And when it didn’t work, she couldn’t help but to break down and cry. 

After awhile, the tears had stopped falling. The mermaid finally took a chance to study her surroundings, it was then she spotted the twins talking to the men who captured her. Which caused her heart to completely stop momentarily, she knew instantly that she was in serious trouble. It had meant the twins found a way to win, even with her parents doing everything to make their lives hell. And that scared her to no end, because if they could pull that off then what use were they capable of? She didn’t want to know but something told her that she didn’t have much of a choice.

And turns out she was right because over the next few years, she witnessed a lot of things she wished she didn’t. Things that scared her, things that would haunt her for the rest of her life. And while she wasn’t going just give them whatever they wanted so easily, she was careful not to push her limits too much. Just brought her time and waited til she had the perfect chance to escape, even though some days were harder than not to deal with all the bullshit the twins were putting her through. Those nights she would cry to the moon, wanting nothing more than to be with her family again.

But as time went on, she had almost given up on escape. Every time she had tried, she had failed and that lead to unbearable punishment. And every time she fought back, it only made it worse. Which she swore once she was free, she was going to find a way to curse everyone who had caused her pain. Yet right now, she just focused on surviving while she continued to plan her escape. Though luckily for her, she managed to make a friend as time went on. One that had promised to help her escape, she just had to say when. But she was a bit hesitant to get them involved because she didn’t want to get them in trouble, not because of her. 

Yet by the time Calista was twenty one, she had over heard the twins plotting to take over her kingdom. As well as plotting an arrange marriage for her, arranging her future family with one of their eldest child. They just couldn’t decide which one would take her hand in marriage, so they had decided they’d let them both try to woo her but when she wasn’t having it. And that was only making the twins mad, swearing that they’d make her marry and start a family with them both if she didn’t stop. Then they decided right then and there, that’s what they were going to do and that scared her to death. She knew instantly that she needed to escape and soon, which prompt her to get ahold of her friend.

So while Keres and Kieran set up her wedding to Draven and Akuma, Calista and Eretria worked on her escape. But til then, she had to act as normal as she could while behaving the best she could. Yet it was hard, especially when she had to deal with her fiancés trying to evoke their fiancé rights. Which irritated her to no end but she did her best not to do anything to piss them off too bad, didn’t want to risk ruining her chance to escape. However it killed her inside so much she cried quite often whenever she was alone, all this had left her traumatized but she was trying to remain strong. 

By the time the night before the wedding rolled around, the mermaid was within an inch of walking over the edge of just giving up. The edge of giving in and letting the twins win but she kept reminding herself that she would be free and reunited with her family soon enough, that was what kept her going. That and the encouraging words Eretria kept whispering to her, plus the fact that she would be able to get revenge on those who had harmed her soon enough if that is what she wished for. Although she didn’t know if she would seek revenge, it wasn’t exactly a healthy route to take. After all look at everything that had came from it so far.

After a long day of prepping for the wedding, Calista was just about fed up with pretending. So when the clock struck midnight, she wasn’t no time doing what she needed to do. Once she was done, all that was left was to wait for Eretria to do her part. And when she did, when Staci was finally free, she nearly cried of happiness but she knew she wasn’t out of the woods just yet. Hell it wasn’t that long afterwards that she heard a noise coming from the place that was her home for a few years, it wasn’t as loud as it would’ve been if she was closer but she was still in range to hear it. But they wouldn’t be able to stop her this time, no all they could do is try to find her before she made it back home. Yet her friend had friends making sure they were lead on a wild goose chase to buy them time to get the princess home, or at least enough time to let her get as far away as she could get. Still being a careful as she could be because she knew she was still being hunted, would be hunted til the twins and their family line was finally dealt with once and for all.

Powers

Mermaid/Human Transformation

Fish/Cetacean Physiology

Eternal Youth and Longevity

Water Manipulation

Weather Manipulation

Wish Granting

Siren Song

Communication with Sea Creatures

Enhanced Senses

Sonic Scream

Telekinesis

Invisibility

Invisibility Detection

Speed-Swimming

Vision Sharing

Superhuman Strength

Object of Power Wielding

Family

Kye - Father

Nixie - Mother

Katsumi - Brother

Kaiholo - Brother †

Baylor - Brother †

Laiken - Brother

Makai - Brother

Nori - Brother

Roka - Brother

Mizuki - Brother

Ariellia - Sister in law {Married to Katsumi}

Aurora - Sister in law {Married to Nori}

Makimi - Sister in law {Married to Mizuki}

Maritza - Sister in law {Married to Roka}

Leilah - Sister in law {Married to Laiken}

Sirena - Honorary Sister in law {Engaged to Kaiholo} †

Serenada - Honorary Sister in law {Engaged to Baylor} †

#☯ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ ⠀ 。゜ ⠀ ★ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ﹕Calista

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Pokémon Sword & Shield Sexuality Headcanons Part 2/3

Percy (Milo) : Pansexual Trans

(Sorry for the T-Pose it was the only I could find that worked :,))

Percy (Milo) was born a female (hence why his face doesn’t really fit his body). Despite looking like this, he likes it a lot, and Galarians likes it too ! They find that cute for some reason, and he is very friendly and caring overall so that’s bonus points.

Wife : Donna (Nessa)

Children : Lane {Son}

                Hope {Daughter}

                Nile {Son}

                Iridesca {Daughter}

Donna (Nessa) : Biromantic Demigirl

Despite looking very feminine, Donna (Nessa) has always considered herself as a Demigirl. As a top model, she didn’t wanted to show off her sexuality that much, but now, she doesn’t care anymore. She doesn’t want to hide or anything, so she fully admits her sexuality now.

She even cut her hair when showing her “true self” !

Husband : Percy (Milo)

Children : Lane {Son}

                Hope {Daughter}

                Nile {Son}

                Iridesca {Daughter}

Kabu : Abroromantic Omniasexual

When he was younger and at the peak of his career, Kabu left his hometown to go live in Galar, and that’s where he found everything, from ideal home to love of his life, and later family.

Unfortunately, he lost his wife because of a terminal disease, and from this day on, he decided to just live his life at the fullest and focus on his career and health despite his age, all for his deceased wife.

He will eventually be with Lona (Melony), and take care of her children together, but of course he will still be there for his own family too. He was said to be a very loving father/grandfather.

Family : Unnamed Wife (deceased)

              Philip Owen {Grandson}

              Faïza (Bea) {Grandaughter}

 Wife : Lona (Melony)

Children : Unnamed Daughter 

                Unnamed Son

                Chaz (Gordie) {Son-In-Law}

                4 Unnamed Children-In-Law     

Faïza (Bea) : Genderfluid Aroace

Faïza (Bea) received a harsh education and training by her family. She is also Kabu’s grandaughter and she loves to train with him. In fact she inherited his terrifying determination and flamboyant fighting spirit. She considers herself as a boy sometimes, and she doesn’t need love. Although she will marry Alistair (Allister), she is protective towards him and doesn’t treat as a lover, or at least she treated him differently compared to classic romances.

Family : Unnamed Parents

             Kabu {Grandfather}

             Philip Owen {Cousin}

             Lona (Melony) {Grandmother-In-Law}

             Chaz (Gordie) {”Father-In-Law”}

Husband : Alistair (Allister)

Children : Aaron {Son}

                Lumos {Son}

                Lunaïs {Son}

                Loreleï {Daughter}

Alistair (Allister) : Demiromantic Bigender

They may be young, but Alistair (Allister) feels like they already know about their sexuality. Being a very shy individual, it takes them a long time to create a solid relationship with someone. Plus they considers themselves both male and female.

Wife : Faïza (Bea)

Children : Aaron {Son}

                Lumos {Son}

                Lunaïs {Son}

                Loreleï {Daughter}

Chaz (Gordie) : Trans Heterosexual

Yup, Chaz (Gordie) was born a girl, but never accepted this, so transition was thought of, and they became the man we now know very well. Unfortunately, as we know it too, he doesn’t get along very well with his mother, who wanted him to follow her legacy and became an Ice Type Gym Leader, but he refused as he prefers Rock Types.

Family : Lona (Melony) {Mother}

              Unnamed Father {deceased}

              4 Unnamed Siblings

              Kabu {Father-In-Law}

              Unnamed Brother-In-Law

              Unnamed Sister-In-Law

              Dhilan (Peony) {Father-In-Law}

              Shehroz (Chairman Rose) {Uncle-In-Law}

              Liv (Oleana) {Aunt-In-Law}

              Arnold {Brother-In-Law}

Wife : Pivonia (Peonia)

Children : Midnight {Son}

                Jane {Daughter}

Lona (Melony) : Panromantic Heterosexual

Lona ( Melony) is a kind and loving individual, and she always wanted to have a big family. Hence why she got 5 children with her husband, who tragically passed away. However, she doesn’t get along very well with her older daughter-now-son Chaz (Gordie). It’s obviously hard to take care of all those kids, but she doesn’t mind as she is very happy and her children are her pride and joy. Plus she will now have Kabu to help her taking care of her children.

Family : Unnamed Husband {deceased}

             Dhilan (Peony) {Brother-In-Law}

             Shehroz (Chairman Rose) {Brother-In-Law}

             Liv (Oleana) {Sister-In-Law}

             Midnight {Grandson}

             Jane {Grandaughter}

             Unnamed Grandchild

Husband : Kabu

Children : Chaz (Gordie) {Son}  

                Pivonia (Peonia) {Daughter-In-Law}           

                4 Unnamed Children             

                Unnamed Son-In-Law

                Unnamed Daughter-In-Law

                Sol {Son-In-Law}

                Rosalie {Daughter-In-Law}

                Masquerade {Son-In-Law}

                Lancelot {Son-In-Law}

                Mia {Daughter-In-Law}

                Arnold {Son-In-Law}

#pokémon #pokémon épée #pokémon bouclier #pokémon épée et bouclier #pokémon sword #pokémon shield #pokémon sword and shield #galar #sexuality headcanons #sexuality headcanon #percy #milo #donna #nessa #kabu #faiza #bea #alistair #allister #chaz #gordie #lona #melony #pansexual trans #biromantic demigirl #abroromantic omniasexual #genderfluid aroace #demiromantic bigender #trans heterosexual #panromantic heterosexual

[asking-jude]

Hello Jude!

I’m starting with the premise that I’m a pretty closed off person and that I have never, in all my 19 years of life, had a crush or a romantic attraction to anyone. I recently started to experiment “going out” with a guy like 4 months ago and had my first kiss. Eventually he started to catch feelings (I didn’t) and even if I wanted do more with him I had to stop this thing because I felt like using him since I didn’t like him in that way. Then I downloaded Tinder to find other queer women (I’m bi) since I live in a small town and it’s difficult to find them here. I eventually ended up going out with three girls, but one of them didn’t inspire me much so I currently am texting with the other two. I went out two times with one of them and yesterday it was the third time. When I met her up at the station she was with a guy. I immediately understood he wasn’t a friend. The situation got embarrassing since me and the guy started staring at each other until she quickly hugged him and he took the train to go home. I asked her who was him and she started telling me things that were obv red flags about him (she didn’t seem aware of that). Now, I too am hanging out with another person (the other girl) so it’s not that I’m jealous…but the thing is that I had started to feel, even if little, something for her. But when she told me that she was hanging out with me and that guy, who was a walking red flag , you know what I’m saying, putting me and him at the same level in her mind made me feel extremely disrespected. Like I understand if she was hanging out with decent people but HIM…come on now. So my little feelings for her immediately dropped. The date went well we chatted and made out and a bit more in my car but now I see her in a confused way, like a nice person to hang out it and someone to have sex with. No more feeling. Tell me what you think and sorry if this is a bit stupid.

Do you want free mental help? What about remote, pay-what-you-want counselling? Visit askingjude.org.

My first question to you is: do you want to be in a relationship in the first place? The vibes I’m getting from your post seem to indicate no, but I want to be sure. 

You are right that the situation with the girl and her friend was very suspicious; I can completely understand her not wanting to go meet up with someone she met online all by herself, but the way she went about it just seems… off. As I read this, I was expecting you to say she asked you to join them in the bedroom, but I’m glad I was wrong. (That happens too often with bi women, unfortunately). 

When you were talking about the guy, you mentioned red flags. Did you mean that her being with him and talking about him was going to be a roadblock for your potential relationship with her? Or did you mean that the guy had a lot of bad behavior that she was attempting to excuse away? Either way, it’s best to just steer clear of them because they don’t sound like they’ll be a good match for you. Besides, as I mentioned prior, they should be asking if you’re comfortable with joining them and forming a polycule, not springing it on you like that. 

It’s great that you know that you’re bi. Did you know that there’s more to attraction than just the gender of your partner? I am getting some what I call grayscale vibes here from your post; in other words, I am suspecting that you are not alloromantic or possibly even allosexual, and you are instead closer to the demiromantic or demisexual side (or even further towards aromantic or asexual). These words describe the frequency (if at all) and conditions under which you can experience romantic or sexual attraction, respectively. 

To elaborate, someone who is alloromantic is someone who can experience romantic attraction just in general, and may not require particular conditions to be met in order to experience it. Someone who is demiromantic, such as myself, requires a strong emotional bond and much emotional intimacy for romantic feelings to have a chance of developing. Someone who is aromantic experiences little to no romantic attraction at all. 

The same can be said for sexual attraction. It may help to remember that you can exist on different parts of the scale for romantic and sexual attraction. In other words, your criteria for romantic attraction can differ than that of your sexual attraction. 

If you would like to go down these rabbit holes, I have some great places for you to check out: 

The Fandom that is linked above is a treasure-trove of LGBT+ knowledge.

It is also possible that you are feeling the pressure of amatonormativity. This is the idea that romantic relationships are the ideal life goal for people; this is the norm, and everyone should be in one or seeking them out. 

I have an article from the professor who coined the term and an article about why it’s unfair: 

The pressure to be in a relationship might be interfering with your natural processing; it genuinely is harder for you to learn to trust your own judgment when you feel rushed or pressured into something. I am glad you listened to your instincts when they told you to get away from that couple in your post; at best, their communication skills are nowhere near where they need to be. There is also the fact that you are simply young and still figuring yourself out; you are still outgrowing old habits and high school experiences. You may not have had enough chances to meet enough different kinds of people yet, so you might just need to keep broadening your horizons and meet more people. You can find all sorts of cool people to befriend and/or date through classes, clubs, or volunteer work.

I am wondering if, perhaps, a queer-platonic partnership would work better for you. That is a relationship that occupies the liminal space between friendship and romantic partner. It’s great for folks who desire more than friendship without all the social or cultural baggage or expectations of romantic relationships. This article explains it quite nicely: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/bound-together/202109/queerplatonic-relationships-new-term-old-custom 

I really hope this helps make some sense of a confusing situation. Remember that you still have lots of room to grow and learn; I was your age when I started questioning and figuring things out, and it took me till I was maybe 25 to find enough of the right labels for myself. Three years later, I’m still trying to learn more and see if I’ve outgrown any of them yet. 

Feel free to reach out if you have any other questions. 

Socially-distanced hugs,

Angelica Barile

Ask A Question Here

#ask #advice #mental health #lgbtq advice #lgbtq #ace #demi #demisexual #aromantic #help #support #love advice #relationship advice #dating advice #life advice #mental health advice #health advice

[corinnedurant]

🏘️ guess who i just saw at ON POINTE DANCE STUDIO? CORINNE DURANT! don’t they look good for 40 years old? they have lived here for 40 YEARS and ARE a MANAGER AT ON POINTE AND AA THERAPIST. they view the increase in tourism as POSITIVE 🏘️ YAYA DACOSTA - CIS WOMAN - SHE/HERS 🏘️  

trigger for alcoholism, neglect, chronic illness

STATISTICS  

corinne durant. 40. march 8, 1982. pisces. cis woman. she/hers. bisexual. demiromantic. widowed. african-brazilian, african-american, cherokee native american, irish. agnostic. driven. charitable. down-to-earth. lonely. hard to read. faithless.

SUBPLOT

tw alcoholism - alcoholics anonymous has been having meetings at the church since the mid-60s and they are still going on, though now they try to accommodate all religions. corrine durant has been heading the meetings since the early 2000′s. they are a therapist, though they do have another occupation on the side. they are very protective over their group and they are the sponsor of muse ay (any gender). muse ay has been in the aa for three months now, after realizing they had a problem but have only been sober again for a week. after their pet died, they hit another rough patch but they’ve tried to start up their quest for sobriety once more. an older member who has just earned their two year chip is muse az (any gender). after a few bad break ups and financial ruin as a result of their alcoholism, they decided to try and turn things around which up until today has worked. they are the sponsor for ozzy ahmed who has been sober for six months now… well, sober - they’ve stopped drinking. they secretly do other substances as well, but aren’t quite at the point that they can admit that those too are contributing to their self-destruction.

BIOGRAPHY

she comes from a troubled home. her parents fought a lot, it wasn't very stable, she didn't receive a lot of attention from them because of it. she was very meek when she was younger, and because of it she fell into a bad crowd in high school. easily impressionable and just wanting acceptance. she started drinking with the people she hung around and formed a bad, bad habit with it. because of that she wound up being hospitalized on a few occasions, and eventually court mandated into AA by her junior year. she met a sponsor there who essentially became her de facto parent (a wc i'll be submitting at some point.)

she cleaned up. her sponsor ensured she had emotional stability, encouraged her to do better for herself. she loved them like the parent she never had, and wanted to do right by THEM too. she's been sober since they started sponsoring her because of it.

she loved to dance as a girl, but with unstable income she didn't really get to pursue it full time. instead she went to community college after high school to get general degrees, then pursued a degree in therapy to essentially repay that kindness she was given as a girl. she wants to help people, sincerely, and her inspiration is her sponsor.

she's the aa therapist in town, and genuinely wants to see these people recover and do better for themselves. she maintains a positive relationship with her sponsor, and she manages the dance studio (occasionally participating as well, since she never lost her drive)

in her mid twenties she met and married her husband (her sponsor gave her away). they had a fast, sweet, and extreme romance, but unfortunately he succumbed to an illness and she was widowed at 35. she misses her husband every day, and it was a challenge not to fall back in to old habits, but she sought her sponsor once more for emotional assistance and managed to overcome the urge

#iii. intro #fortyintro

[musestomyears]

Hakeem Jones.

001. SHORT INTRO

🏘️ l o c a l

🏘️ guess who i just saw at ELMERTON TELEVISION STATION? HAKEEM JONES! don’t they look good for 42 years old? they have lived here for ALL THEIR LIFE and ARE a FREELANCE WRITER. they view the increase in tourism as NEGATIVE. 

002. STATISTICS

Full Name: Hakeem Orion Jones

Age: 42 

Birthdate: December 20th 1979

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius 

Gender: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual 

Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic

Marital Status: Married 

Ethnicity: African-American

Nationality: American 

Religious Identity: Agnostic (raised Christian, prev. non-practicing) 

Positive Traits: Optimistic, Generous, Passionate 

Negative Traits: Obstinate, Jealous, Cynical

003. BIOGRAPHY

Hakeem Orion Jones was born and raised in the coastal town of Elmerton, Florida. The Jones’ run a very successful bakery café chain called ‘King of Cakes’. The business has been in the Jones’ family for generations. Unlike his older sibling Jaylen, Hakeem was not looking forward to joining the Jones clan in the family business. Hakeem never liked cooking and baking, he tried, but wasn’t exactly good at it, nor did he particularly want to put in the effort to learn. His pursuits were more along the lines of being creative; Hakeem preferred to read, write, and dance while growing up. Out of the two siblings, Hakeem was more the artsy type while Jaylen thrived in the kitchen. 

To support their baking prodigy, the Jones’s sent Jaylen off to earn their Baking & Pastry Arts Degree at one of the best Culinary Institutions in America. Meanwhile, Hakeem didn’t get to chase his dreams of becoming a writer, and instead went off to college to earn a business degree so he could still be a part of the family business, even if it wasn’t in the kitchen. It was a practical move on his parents' part, because they saw his passion for writing as more of a hobby, than an actual career path. Though a couple of years separated Hakeem and Jaylen the siblings have always been close and supportive of each other. Family comes first is definitely a mantra within the Jones’ household. Naturally, after completing their educational pursuits, Hakeem and Jaylen returned to Elmerton and worked alongside their family at King of Cakes. Jaylen dabbled in many cake baking and artistry competitions, the most prolific of the lot was them winning Food Network’s Cake Wars. The siblings used the prize money to diversify ‘King of Cakes’. Now, customers have the opportunity to order personalised cakes for events, and enroll in baking and cake decorating classes taught by the staff. 

Hakeem never was truly able to escape the call of his writing muse. He would still fill his free time with it at any related activity whenever he could. One day he hoped that one of his stories would be shared with the world. Luckily for him, that opportunity came in his late twenties. By then Hakeem had fallen for, and married his best friend, and if it wasn’t for her supporting him, he might have never become a best selling author. Hakeem quit his job, and found his niche in the writing world where he made a name for himself as a Romance Novelist. While he adored writing for that genre, there were other things he wanted to explore as well; the world, for example. Hakeem and his wife started travelling for vacation purposes, and naturally, he decided to document their experiences with a travel blog. Once paired with their couple travel Instagram, those vacations became more frequent, and sponsored by various stakeholders. Hakeem never thought he’d be paid to travel and write about it, but that’s what he and his wife were doing up until a year ago.

The accident that nearly ended his wife’s life was the fault of a tourist visiting Elmerton. The driver was drunk and speeding which was a recipe for disaster. Unfortunately Hakeem was on the phone with her, and heard everything up until the call abruptly disconnected. One minute they were bantering, and making dinner plans, and in the next, soul crushing pain. If it wasn’t for the pregnancy that surprised them, the couple would have been jet setting as per usual. In the weeks prior to the accident they received the shocking news. His vasectomy was just the year before, the chances were ridiculous that they would have been that 1 in 1000 to get pregnant, yet it happened. With doubts cast aside they came around to the idea of welcoming a baby into their lives. Since then, things have never been the same.

004. EXTRAS

Subplot: the day i (didn’t) lose you - MUSE AK

#all ( hakeem ) #⋆| history. ( hakeem )

[dissonancez]

EVELYN “EVIE” IGLESIAS, a 33 year-old cis-woman has lived in NOHO, MANHATTAN for 16 YEARS because they came to NYC to be an THERAPIST. Well, that and as an LOVE INTEREST to @niklavs​.

stats:

FULL NAME: Evelyn Raquel Iglesias (born as Valentina Isla Castillo)

NICKNAMES: Evie, Eve

AGE: 33yo

DOB: April 10th, 1989

POB: Madrid, Spain

ORIENTATION: Bisexual/Demiromantic

OCCUPATION: Psychotherapist 

biography under read more 

TRIGGER WARNING: death tw, abandonment tw, drug-use tw, adoption tw, divorce tw

THE story started in a brightly lit room when she was five years old. She vividly remembers the day she was saved by her father– Elias Iglesias. Originally born as Valentina Castillo to a single mother, her biological mother was Victoria Castillo, 16 years old from Madrid, Spain. Her mother stood no chance against the fact she had no job, no familial support, and no money. There was no generational wealth, no inheritance, nothing Victoria could rely on for back up. She came from a less-than-regular family, borderline dirt poor. The teenager had to survive on her own, mentally, emotionally and physically, including her baby. The overwhelming pressure caused her to succumb, choosing the world of drugs over her child. Victoria passed away at eighteen years old, just after her daughters 2nd birthday. The daughter ended up in foster care, moving from home to home up and down Spain. That was until one morning, her social worker informed her she had been adopted and was moving to London, England. Being adopted was something she dreamed of after two years of constant turbulence. The little girl dreamed of a family and stability, like the ones she watched in the school pick up line. She was no longer the abandoned little girl but instead the prize possession of Elias, his treasure known as Evelyn Raquel. Suddenly, she went from having nothing to having it all. As much as she dreamed of it, she despised it.

It took a few years for Evelyn to get used to everything. It seemed like her first few years of life she was a disturbance to those around her but now, everyday, Elias willingly chose Evelyn. He was a widow, mourning the death of his beloved wife and their future. He openly let Evelyn know his struggles and no matter how hard it was for him to move on, Evelyn made it all worth it being his daughter. After almost a decade, Evelyn finally believed Elias was truly meant to be her father, biological or not. He was there for her like nobody else, constantly cheering on the timid, terrified little girl she once was. Evelyn struggled in many ways- through her language fluency, abandonment trauma, learning disorders that included dyslexia, self-image insecurities and much more but one thing that never failed was her natural generosity. She put others before herself, being a loyal friend and someone lend a hand since she was little. Moving to London didn’t change that trait- it only enhanced it. Ever since she was little, she admired those who helped her along the way. The biggest help being her father. All of their aid saved her and she wanted to continue that progression. After growing up blissfully in London, she spread her wings and chose to move to the United States for university.

Evelyn moved to New York at eighteen years old to attend New York University. There, she met [ WANTED CONNECTION: EX-PARTNER/SPOUSE ] after a few years and it changed her world. For most of her life, she had been focused on how to recuperate after the destruction her mother left her behind in. However, once she arrived to the Big Apple, she ran wild with her freedom. She got lost in the idea of life, love and finding somebody after having nobody. The partnership was strong in the beginning as the pair quickly married after one year of dating. Unfortunately, mishap after mishap only caused distance between the two. Their marriage ultimately ended in a bitter divorce after the two went head to head since there was no prenuptial agreement. 

Now, at 33 years old, Evelyn is currently a psychotherapist in New York City. She has been continuing to flourish in her career and do volunteer work, still putting others before herself. She has been avoiding dating at all costs due to the nature of her first and only relationship but recently, her sights have shifted. Evelyn is seeking out happiness on her own terms, rather than focusing on everybody else’s. After being evaluated by her own therapist, she has realized it is time for a change.

#/biography #enyc.intro #death tw #abandonment tw #adoption tw #divorce tw #drug use mention tw

[aro-but-not-ace]

I've always wanted a fiery passionate romance but have had a hard time having those feelings. I thought I was demiromantic ace. But I stumbled onto symptoms of the (very uncommon and very unfortunate) combo of an insecure attachment type with an obsessive love style and it sounded more like what I've experienced than what people say romance should feel like. But I've never seen anyone in aro spaces talking about similar experiences. I think I'm probably aroace and my "romantic" feelings have just been insecure obsessive tendencies?? But I can't find literally *anyone* who's had similar experiences to me and I feel very confused and alone and scared. I guess I'm mostly asking like, is it possible this happened to me if no one else has expressed this type of experiences before?

Hello!! I’m going to preface with saying that as an aro person with an insecure attachment style (fearful-avoidant/disorganized for me), you aren’t alone!!

Your experience also reminds me of being romance favorable, which (to out it simply) means you want to be in a relationship, but don’t feel romantic attraction. I recommend looking at some posts on being romance favorable if you haven’t already! :)

As for the connection with an insecure attachment style, I’m not sure if our attachment styles are the same so it’s hard to give tailored advice. I will say though that the one time I’ve felt romantic attraction, it was because of my style and it was slightly obsessive. The fearful part of fearful-avoidant stopped it from being too obsessive for me personally, but it’s different for each person.

If you want to talk more or ask more specifics, feel free to shoot me another ask or a message! I like talking about aro stuff and attachment style theory so this is right up my alley lol (not that I’m an expert or anything, though).

I apologize if anything wasn’t clear, I didn’t get any sleep last night so I’m a little foggy 😅 I hope this helped some!!

#aro ask #aromantic #questioning aro #arospec #aromantic spectrum #aspec #insecure attachment

[do-what-comes-natural]

@bad-artist-kira’s multimuse RP side blog.

Rules:

I do not roleplay sex scenes. Strong language is fine, blood and gore are fine(naturally, TW for that), but the death of the main characters is prohibited unless mutually agreed on.

Semi-Selective

Mixed RP

Headcanon-heavy

Crossovers are welcome

TERFS or other transphobes, MAPs, racists, homophobes, ableists DO NOT INTERACT.

List of characters below:

Name: Mf(Motherfucker). Hank J. “Jackass” Wimbleton

Canon: Madness Combat

Age: 36

Species: Nevadian

Occupation: Mercenary, Nevada‘s most dangerous person.

Gender: None(he/him|they/them)

Sexual/Romantic attraction: Asexual, Demiromantic

Headcanons:

Hank doesn’t speak too much because it physically hurts.

They are autistic and suffer from insomnia.

He likes playing guitar and their favorite song is “Don’t Fear the Reaper” by Blue Öyster Cult.

Hank’s special interest is firearms. He enjoys taking apart guns and studying how they work. As a consequence of his passion, he can make and modify basically anything that can shoot.

They never got a driver’s license and never bothered to get one. They think that they can drive good enough without it.

It takes a lot to scare him. The best way to do it is to be invincible.

Yes, this is his actual legal name.

Name: Raphael Rothman

Canon: Team Fortress 2, OC

Age: 79 y.o.(51 y.o. at the moment of death)

Species: Vampire(formerly human)

Occupation: RED Team Medic.

Gender: Cisgender Man(he/him)

Sexual/Romantic attraction: Vincian

Bio(Suicide TW):

Raphael was born in October of 1892 in Rottenburg — a sprawling village famous for its centuries-old traditions of chasing the next in the resident lineage of mad doctors out of town with torches and pitchforks whenever they swapped out too many super-charged baboon hearts. Each and every time, the doctors escape relatively unscathed.

Raphael, however, wasn’t this lucky.

He paid special attention to the science of life and death. He used dead townspeople as test subjects, eventually coming up with a reliable way to revive the dead. Unfortunately, the newly alive people were rarely happy, being transformed into either bloodsucking monsters, or mere ghosts trapped in their own putrid bodies. He even cursed his own soul as well, so as to “have a second shot at life” in case something goes wrong.

The villagers’ patience has ran out. They didn’t want to just chase the the doctor away. They wanted him dead.

Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by the furious mob, Raphael decided himself to become the subject of his possibly last experiment. He had nothing to lose — even if he dies for good, at least he will not give the townspeople the satisfaction of killing him. He downed a vial of poison and perished, only to come back from the dead two days later.

He fled Germany, seeking refuge in the United States, where nobody knows about his crimes against nature, and found a lucrative job at TF Industries, offering him plentiful funding, technology and test subjects to satisfy his thirst for knowledge — and blood.

#rp blog #roleplay blog #madness combat rp #team fortress 2 rp #tf2 rp #no remorse(hank j. wimbleton) #no reason(madness combat) #doctor assisted homicide(Raphael) #overtime overtime overtime(team fortress 2) #agents of fortune(oc) #blood tw #suicide tw #tw swearing #ask to tw

[au-ra-babygirl]

Meeting Colette

As their dinner draws to a close, Masa and Sholi discover they're both staying at the same inn. As such, they decide to walk back together, further increasing time spent together.

As the night draws to a close, Masa feels the impulse to try and kiss the miqo'te as they're standing outside her door. She refrains though, not wanting to ruin the night with awkwardness.

The following morning, Masa awakes to the sound of knocking at their door. They reluctantly rise from their cozy bed to pull on an oversized t-shirt before opening the door. "Good morning," Sholi chirps, carrying a tray of breakfast foods. "I wasn’t sure what time you'd wake up, so I brought breakfast. Hope that's okay?"

Beside Sholi stands an incredibly tall Elezen woman. She gives a two fingered wave when she notices Masa staring. "Hi." She points to herself with her thumb. "Colette. Sholi mentioned you wanting to meet some other mages."

Masa blinks, taking in Sholi's sheepish expression. "Uh, 'kay." She stands to the side for the women to enter then looks down at herself. She typically slept in her small clothes and the t-shirt she'd pulled on did little to cover her legs. "Uh, maybe let me get dressed though?"

Sholi opens her mouth to comment but the Elezen clamps a hand over it before she can speak. "That's fine. We'll wait out here."

Masa nods, closing the door behind them. Okay. Right. Breakfast with two cute women. What did one wear for that? They didn’t exactly have much with them, determined to travel lightly when they left home, but this called for something a little more special than their usual dress.

Unfortunately, they hadn't had much chance to go shopping yet, so their usual dress is all they have. They quickly pull it on, and brush their hair. What else did they have to do? Oh. Right.

They freshen up in the bathroom, trying to hurry as much as they can. By the time they exit, Sholi and Colette are still outside, though they've moved to lean against the opposite wall. Sholi’s ears perk up when the door opens, making Masa’s heart flutter ever so slightly. 

This was definitely starting to feel like a crush, and they're not sure how to feel about it. They didn't have much (okay, any) dating experience, and surely Sholi was more knowledgeable and worldly than them. Not that they were implying anything about her. Just that she surely had people falling at her feet to appreciate her beauty.

…Yeah, they were definitely entering crush territory. That was kinda terrifying actually. They didn't usually develop crushes, especially not on people they'd just met. Not one's that they recognized as such anyway. They'd thought they were demiromantic, but maybe they were wrong?

That's a thought for later dissection. For now, they try to focus on the pretty girls in front of them as Sholi explains what local place the food came from. They cross their legs in front of them as they eat, not noticing the way Sholi’s eyes keep drifting toward her legs. “Are you from here?” Masa asks the Elezen woman who’s name she’s already forgotten. Co…something. Colee? “Also, uh, can you repeat your name? I wasn’t fully awake before.”

The woman laughs. “Colette. Colette Descoteaux, thaumaturge extraordinaire… or so I like to believe.”

Masa laughs. “Sholi’s probably already told you my name’s Masa?”

Colette nods. “Indeed. She, uh, also told me about your gender issue.”

They wince. “Oh. Yeah. Uh…”

“No worries,” Colette quickly tries to assure her. “I went through a period of questioning of my own. Ended up deciding I like being a girl though. I’m just… fluid in how I like presenting as such.”

Masa blinks. “Oh. I see.”

“We have a viera friend who’s trans that I tried to coerce into coming, but she was busy doing somethin’ for the Arcanist’s Guild. Or so she claims. She’s not much for meetin’ new folks.”

“Oh.” Masa tries not to take that personally. A lot of people weren’t people persons, herself included, so why take it personally that someone didn’t want to meet her? “Maybe next time?”

Sholi beams. “Yeah. Maybe when we meet up for that group dinner we can introduce you?” Masa nods. “Great. We still need to plan for that. Maybe this weekend?”

Masa is coming to discover that being friends with Sholi was an interesting whirlwind of an experience. Sholi was kind and generous and pretty, but she was also very talkative and seemed to make friends easily. Much easier than Masa did at any rate, which wasn’t necessarily that high of a bar. “I’m free this weekend.”

“Same here,” Colette agrees.

“I’ll see if Zevri is available too. And maybe Augustine? He’s Colette’s… brother? Cousin?”

Colette giggles. “Brother. He started off as an Arcanist like you, so meeting him would probably be better than meeting me.”

Masa wants to agree, but that feels rude. “Meeting you is interesting too. I like meeting mages of all varieties, not just ones like me.”

They’re pleased when their phrasing gets a smile out of their incredibly tall new friend. “So how does thaumaturgy work? It’s elemental spells, right?”

Colette’s eyes brighten and she immediately dives into an explanation of how thaumaturgy compares to being an arcanist, including that yes, it does involve elemental magics. “I’m relatively new to all this, but I can do some fire and ice spells. I tend to prefer ice though.”

Masa tilts their head curiously, struggling to follow along with the explanations until she reaches the part about her preferences. “I tend to just summon Biscuit.” It’s Colette’s turn to blink in confusion. Masa grins slyly, holding their hands out in front of them and focusing on the aether around them. After a few seconds, a small blue fox-like creature with three tails appears. “Carbuncle. Its name is Biscuit. I named it when I was small though, so please don’t judge me.”

Colette’s eyes light up in fascination and she reaches out to scoop up the creature, cuddling it to her chest. “Oh, it’s so cute!”

They grin. “Thanks. I read about them in a book one day and decided to try to summon one for myself.”

“How many tries did it take?” Sholi asks, eyeing the creature cautiously as she reaches out to touch its head. It should feel a little chilly, as Masa was well acquainted given the number of times they’d done the exact same thing Colette was doing.

“Just a few. It was significantly smaller than it is now, but it wasn’t too hard to summon it.” Both women’s eyes widen in surprise. Masa blinks. “Did I say something wrong?”

The two turn to look at each other before Colette slowly releases Biscuit. “Well, no, but… it took Augustine forever to learn how to summon a carbuncle and he’s normally pretty damn good at magic.”

Sholi nods. “My Ma’s a mage and tried to teach me how to summon one. Couldn’t do it for the life of me. Still can’t.”

“Really?” Masa had known their talent was, well, special, but they’d never realized how special it apparently was. “I thought everyone had an easy time of it.”

Sholi shakes her head. “Not at all. Mine might be a me problem, but Augustine is now a summoner. A really good one too. I’ve only met him a few times, but he’s pretty impressive. At least, I thought he was.”

Colette nods fervently. “He is good, but it sounds like you might be just as good, if not better one day.”

Masa blushes. “Oh, come now. I’m not… I mean, I know I’m good, but I’m not particularly special or anything. Just lucky.”

“Clearly,” Colette agrees. “You can probably feel the aether in a way that most people can’t. That’s my only explanation of it. Mind you, I’m no expert on the subject. You’d need a Sharlayan scholar for something like that.”

Their blush darkens, thinking of the ones they’d met back home who’d been fascinated by their innate skill. “It’s nothing special. Like I said, I’m just lucky. I’m sure with enough practice you both could do just as well.”

Sholi shakes her head. “I doubt it. I mean, maybe with enough time and effort, but we’ll never be as natural about it as you sound like you are.”

Masa attempts to continue denying she’s anything special, and eventually the subject changes as their meals dwindle into nothingness. With the last of the breakfast finished off by the trio, Masa figures there’s no need for them to continue chatting and the two girls would leave. To her surprise, they end up staying an extra hour chatting about the various intricacies of their magics (and Sholi’s bow).

When they eventually leave, it’s past noon and Masa’s pretty sure she’s late for something, though she hasn’t the slightest clue why that may be as the Guildmaster hadn’t given her an exact time to return come morning. She shrugs it off as she makes her way to the door after making promises to meet up with the girls again for dinner over the weekend.

Masa waves to them as they part ways, her going to the Arcanist’s Guild while the other two head elsewhere. As she walks, she muses that, despite what happened from here on out, this was turning out to be an excellent trip to the city. It’s only been a day, but she already can’t wait to experience everything Limsa Lominsa has to offer.

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv writing #au ra xaela #miqo'te #writing #ff14 #au ra ffxiv