#why not aro if black and green eyes

[ketterdamskaelishprince]

ada's spectre, and why i'll likely always feel sad about it

here is the promised analysis/talk about ada's spectre. going to preface this by saying i obviously don't know the true intent behind everything and her design, i just like to look, giggle and then make sad little observations which just help me love this silly webcomic even more. so if you disagree with me on something– totally ok! i love to learn and i love to see different interpretations.

there's also a few bits i missed out because i wrote this all last night in a bit of a haze, and i cannot be bothered to expand on some of my ideas, especially when it's just stuff like "BROS SO PARANOID AND RAW RIGHT NOW".

anyways, here we go :) @mugcereal this one's for u pookie <3

so i think with ada's spectre, we first need to look at the instance as to how she gets it, because that always makes things way more sad!

to specify, she turns into her spectre at episode 69, and i think it's really sad how she does it. she basically gets a string of roasts from prospero that go along the lines of calling her "conceited" "twadry" and "... and stupid!" – effectively throwing back in ada's face what she believes everyone thinks of her.

(obviously, as a very big and glaring sidenote, i believe prospero is aro/ace or just aromantic so OBVIOUSLY i am not bashing him for this. bros told her so many times that he doesn't want to be with her, let alone to be touched. that is a flaw in ada's character and is a reminder to us on the importance of boundaries!!!!)

so, ada is basically there, collapsed on the floor in a robe– effectively showing the most intimate and private part of herself as an insecure and lonely girl. and that's when she transforms.

i think it's interesting to understand how this most likely links to her life and how she died. so we know she was killed with an axe, most likely by the man she fell in love with and worked for, and how prospero's words in this situation, hurt her just the same as the words before her death. why?

because they remind ada of what she knows and fears she is: just a stupid, fake and cheap person who will never have the same status and respect as the people she pretends to be and surrounds herself by.

i think it's also interesting that she's clutching her stomach/torso here, and correct me if i'm wrong but that could be a potential signal to the part of her that was axed to death (?). no idea if that's a good shout or not but it's what i first thought!

anyways! now we move onto her spectre design!

first of all, her spectre design eats. like just a personal side note, i love it. it's just so gorgeous and i don't care if she's terrifying to some because to ME? to me, she's my gorgeous little pookie who can scream and show people their worst fears and she looks amazing whilst she does it <3

ok anyways, actual design.

to first understand her design, i thought i'd show you what banshee's traditionally in folklore look like!

typically, they are described in two ways. the first way is a youthful women with long black hair, blue eyes and just super pale. this description could also lose the blue eyes and just keep the black hair– either way the first depiction of a banshee is a super young woman.

this is not the one we're focussing on today folks!

we're going to focus on the second depiction. a hag/ old woman, with red cheeks, a grey cloak and a green dress, often seen to be combing her hair. banshee's throughout folklore are known to wail, scream and cry when a family member had died. to most, the banshee was a sign that death was coming to your household and they are known in myths and folklore as a predictor of death.

now, hold onto the green dress and look at ada's design real quick for me.

here we see a lot of green, which yay! definitely shows signs it comes from the second depiction. i think, on top of it being a nod to the second depiction, i think it could also be an allusion to something else: jealousy.

green symbolism in media can often vary, from meaning new life, luck and also jealousy. and i think if we take in the things ada screams whilst in her spectre form, such as this from episode 82:

you see there definitely is some sort of jealousy there, but this isn't something i necessarily want to focus on, it's just an observation i made that may or may not be true!

anyways, to continue, i want to look at ada's outfit when she's a banshee. i'm going to basically be making my notes i took last night look nicer.

(keep in mind that when i wrote these, my ideas were literally bouncing off my brain and sometimes they're a bit contradictory, but i think that's the beauty of my crack theory analysis!)

i think the act of almost showing her bones to the outside, there's a level of rawness to ada we don't usually see. her spectre form essentially gives her the power to scream out her anger, and by seeing her bones it's almost as if to say this is the ada she doesn't show people. this is the ada that she keeps to herself because god forbid anybody love her (because in life and death it's become abundantly apparent to her that nobody does seem to love that ada).

but then, what i thought was also a super cool thing as how the bones almost act like a corset!

then i got sad because i looked at the bows, and because something dawned on me and it made me start to frown. there was a sad realization to me as i looked at ada's spectre design that even in this all powerful form, she hasn't lost her insecurities, they just become more prevellant. because for all of the traditional wrinkles, hag-like appearance a banshee is meant to have, ada barely has any.

obviously this could be in part to character design and stuff, and yeah probably– but let me be sad!

because ada carries her frills and bows from life here because she doesn't want to be ugly, she doesn't want to be this creeping monster who rips apart people. because if she's not got her intelligence or status or anything going for her, she has her appearance and by god she's not going to let that go to waste. so here her spectre form is, a banshee.

so what must ada do? she must takes her frills and keep her insecurities, her fears and her crippling need to be loved.

another aspect which is super interesting is the stitching on her body. one one hand, it could be an allusion to her violent death, suggesting the man she fell in love with didn't just stop at axing her once, but just kept on fucking going (which, you know: fuck you, whoever you are).

but on the other hand, it could be a metaphor for ada's thinly veiled facade she puts on of being a prim and proper lady (which we actually, interestingly enough, see she looses a lot the more time she spends with montresor– opting to take parts of his language like "ain't" and "beggin'". this sort of leads on from previous ideas people have made of ada willing to change herself to be loved. she swaps civility for the wild wild west all for a bit of love).

ada offers up parts of herself in this metaphor. that's what she always does. she offers herself to the rich man she fell in love with, she offers herself up to prospero (again, look at the. side note. bro wasn't wrong for rejecting her he literally can't like her) and she offers herself up to the acolytes and she fucking barks for them (because i'm not over that).

piece by piece, she strips away everything she is until she literally is just skin and bone. and once she's torn herself apart, she needs to stitch herself back together– because it's against the facade she's put on to look so broken and messy. and so she repeats the cycle again, giving more and more until she is literally hanging on by a thread.

her powers are also super cool. traditionally, as i said, banshees wail when a family member is soon to die/has died, and is often like an omen/predictor of death. so yeah, ada having a banshee scream makes sense. but the whole 'fear itself' is also super cool. i kind of like that she has this– because its sort of satisfying for her, the girl who's been pushed over but still comes running back, to watch as people become paralysed with fear. idk, retribution or whatever.

i'm going to leave you with this not very profound thing i wrote last night (and then just some other mumblings):

i think that although spectres are super powerful and also just a very fantastic concept, they're also fragile. spectres are quite literally the monster inside of you. yet here ada's monster is, and with all her bows and revamped dress of a banshee (or potentially an allusion to her life as a maid) she tries desperately to be anything but that. because to here it's ugly and it's too much of her on display. and with some much of you on display comes the very fear that if you are hated, disliked or something repulsive, you no longer have anything to blame on anybody else. you just have yourself to blame.

(as morella says here in episode 88).

i'm not saying ada isn't deeply flawed, because she is. she has so much fucking baggage and insecurities that they literally forbid her from doing the right thing sometimes. i don't think she's a good person, but i also think that she has the opportunity to be a good person/ do a semi-good/ non-bad thing, and all she has to do is take it. but i also think it's nice how that's shown in her spectre design.

and, you know, if none of this makes sense, that's also fine!

anyways, yeah. somebody tell me never to make a random analysis at night again because it's a bit of a bitch to translate in the morning.

#ada nevermore #nevermore webtoon #annabel lee nevermore #nevermore #ada #ada nevermore analysis #nevermore character analysis #character analysis #adas spectre #is that even how you spell it #anyways i love her for who she is #my precious little screaming meow meow #LMAO #ok idk what i'm talking about anymore LMOA #forgive if there are typos because at this point i am TOO TIRED to do anything about it

[mindelectricdemofour]

i don't get heart heavy

March 12: Loveless / AU (college AU)

Prompts: @mcyt-aro-week // ao3 Link: i don't get heart heavy // Title: Heart Heavy - Mother Mother

The room looked plain, drab even. Skizz could already see Tango’s pierced gaze. The only decorations were stringed lights, not even fairy lights, hanging from wall to wall. They weren't even on. 

A plant pot laid on the shared table, drying out. But none of that mattered to Skizz.

His eyes were locked onto the flag sticking out of the plant pot. A small green and white one. His eyes widened.

“This won't do. We'll have to bring in decorations, fix up the walls… Maybe bring in a fan or two… I can make one in a day or so, no issue...”

Skizz let Tango trail off with his new plans for their dorm. They'd arrived late in the afternoon, and the other person who seemed to be sharing the dorm with them was out. 

But elements of their presence remained. One specific element.

“-Skizz, are you even listening?” Tango seemed to finally notice Skizz’s absence. He turned, just slightly, to look over him. Skizz finally pulled away.

“Sorry it's just-” Skizz put his arm up to his head, brushing hair out of his face as if embarrassed. He felt his face heat up.

Tango glanced between him and the flag. “Oh. That's your one, right?”

Skizz hesitated before nodding. “Yeah…” He had no idea why he was so nervous about this, him and Tango had had so many conversations about their sexualities, why was he suddenly so anxious?

“...I think we keep that decoration then.” Skizz internally thanked whatever braincell that he and Tango shared, that Tango didn't keep pushing. His friend knew him so well.

Tango kept rambling on about decorations and eventually it became dark with not even a sight of their roommate.

Skizz clicked the jug on, prepared to make some noodles for them. He hesitated, glancing back to the flag before adding some extra. Just in case their new roommate came back. He wouldn't want to make a bad impression. 

And plus, if they didn't come home, him and Tango could share the leftovers on the couch tomorrow while watching bad robotics competitions.

Halfway through Skizz's cooking, the door creaked. His head snapped up.

His new roommate wore a dusty blue sweater and a few rings. His hair was curly black and stretched down his face to his goatee. He had dark skin, mottled with scars as well as socks on. No shoes, only socks. 

Skizz liked this guy already.

“Oh hey-” His voice was awkward. Unsure. “I wasn't sure anyone else was moving in, I would have shown you the place.”

“No need,” Skizz smiled before turning back to his pan. “The uni isn't really open with anything are they?”

That got him a laugh. He could hear ruffling from the door. “What are you making?” 

The conversation was lighthearted, almost fun. “Noodles. I've got enough here if you'd like some, but you'll have to be okay with soy sauce and chili.”

Their roommate laughed once again. “I'd never turn that down. I'm BigB, by the way.”

He was right next to Skizz, observing him cook. He seemed relaxed. 

But that didn't stop Skizz's heart pounding like a rabbits.

Did he ask about it?

“My name is Skizz-” His voice was tilted, slightly off centre. 

If he didn't ask now, he'd never get the courage to. “I like - I like the flag you've got on the table.” Great. Just vague enough to make it awkward.

“Yeah it's mine.” Skizz finally looked over at BigB, who was still talking in that slightly awkward conversational tone. He didn't seem to take it as an attack or anything, which Skizz had feared he'd do, (if someone asked him about his sexuality he'd definitely get defensive.)

Instead he seemed open about it. Casual. Relaxed. Everything Skizz hoped to be.

“I think your noodles are burning…”

Right. “Right!” Skizz turned back to the pan, tossing them around through the water. In fact, some had burnt, BigB was right. Skizz frowned, but didn't remove them. He could live with some burnt noodles. It hadn't killed him yet. 

BigB was starting to walk away. It was now or never. “I've got the same flag.” Casual. Nonchalant. That's how Skizz was trying to act. Exactly how BigB was.

He stared down at the pan, hearing BigB stop. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it meant nothing that their was another aromantic here. Maybe he was placing too much faith in the idea of solidarity. His eyes didn't leave the pan, even as BigB stepped closer.

“Wow… So you're also…” For once BigB looked thrown off guard. Skizz finally chanced a glance at him. His eyes were wide, “-thats so cool. So we're both aro, thats- that's really sweet-”

Skizz felt his tension lift at that. At BigB's approval. He'd feared rejection, annoyance or maybe even confusion, despite none of those being likely. Skizz felt himself smile. “Yeah… It's nice to have someone else who's aro around here. I- I thought I was the only one.”

It was such a stereotypical statement and made Skizz cringe. But BigB was nodding. “Absolutely. It's such a relief to know you aren't alone, I feel you.”

Skizz continued smiling even as BigB walked away to introduce himself to Tango. It was such a welcome surprise that he thought any second he might wake up from this dream. But even as he dished out their meals and spoke with BigB about their courses, everything stayed.

And later down the line, Tango had brought a giant heart decoration for the room, painting them the same colours as the flag and declaring their dorm as ‘the heart foundation.’

It were pretty unsightly due to its size, but both Skizz and BigB agreed the dorm didn't look as drab as it had at the start of the month.

#mcyt aro week #one shot

[go-to-the-mirror]

Look upon my works all ye mighty and despair.

(The following is satire, I’m going to make a bloody artist’s statement about this.)

[ID: The Thomas Jefferson Miku Binder meme edited to be of Jonah Magnus. He’s white, with brown hair, grey eyes, a shirt that says “I met God. She’s” and then a drawing of an eye, he’s wearing a green and black bracelet, blue trousers, an eye earring, and a blue binder with a Hatsune Miku design. His info says his name is Jonah Magnus; he speaks English and French; he’s male and uses he/him pronouns; he is trans, aro, and gay; and he is over 200 years old. The additional info says: born and raised in Manchester; Jewish; dating Albrecht von Closen, Barnabus Bennet, Sampson Kempthorne, and Robert Smirke; broke up with Jonathan Fanshawe; has a crush on Jonathan Sims; used to be addicted to “drug smoothies” (cannabis, coca, mescal, morphine, heroin); flamboyant & camp. /End ID]

If you take anything at all away from this post, I want to to be that you should absolutely Not headcanon Jonah Magnus as Jewish, like ever, please for the love of god do not.

The folks on the seasons on the archives discord (esp. @jewishjon @spirallingintotheabyss and @pocketsizedquasar ) encouraged, aided, and hated with a burning passion this. Also inspired. Blame them and me. We did this as a community. They came up with drug smoothie.

Anyway, see Sahar (poketsizedquasar)’s post about Jonah Magnus and why hc-ing him as a minority is fucked up. Also, just, um, take a good long think about why headcanoning him as Jewish is the fucking worst, and you should not! Holy crap.

Finally, if Jonny Sims sees this, I am so, so sorry, but I will never tag anything so you can’t see it, because I live on the edge.

This a work of satire, inspired by a conversation, inspired by a fic that sucked. It is parodying the headcanons around Jonah Magnus — a canonical abusive, white supremacist, capitalist — by comparing him to Thomas Jefferson, who was a real life person, and was a thousand times more fucked up by virtue of being from real life, and causing harm to real people. It’s a joke, but a joke with meaning behind it, urging people to read into the themes of a show before making headcanons that are actually super bigoted.

#thomas jefferson miku binder #jonah magnus #jonah magnus fanart #jonelias #< there was a mention #tma #tma fanart #tma meta #jonah magnus art #tma art #drug use #landscaping your art #im not tagging this discourse bc from my jatp days #i was talking w/ a friend who was talking about another fandom and was like yeah no i hate it when people refer to actual racism and bigotry #in fandom as discourse #bc it’s not it’s literally just bigotry #and i’m like yeah good point #antisemitsm #anti semitism #rqdescribed

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Midnight Roses (1)

AN: This fic contains canon-typical violence and behaviours, manipulation, mentions of death, murder, orphans, pain, blood, blood drinking, torture, memory manipulation, prison, and criminals.

Chapter 1

“Some things will never change,” Rosalie thought with a mental shake of her head after Edward and Bella had left the Cullen’s house.  The family’s return to Forks had been anything but peaceful especially since Edward, Bella and Alice had just returned from Volterra.

Rosalie was mature enough to admit to herself that she was partially responsible for sending Edward to Volterra to face the Volturi.  However, she was also calm enough to realise that Alice and Edward were the main ones to blame for that situation.  Had Alice contacted Edward directly (and Rosalie knew that she could because the two had been in contact during their time away from Forks), this entire situation may have been avoided.

Rosalie knew that some of her family didn’t believe her apology to Bella and Edward was genuine.  That annoyed her.   Rosalie wasn’t one to behave thoughtlessly or recklessly, especially when it came to her family.

All she had been trying to do was remind Edward of the Volturi and their rules when it came to vampires and humans yet it seemed that her adoptive brother had been all too willing to ignore those rules.  Now not only were the Volturi aware of Bella’s existence, but they had also ordered that she be changed into a vampire or face death.

The blonde vampire wasn’t naïve enough to think that if Edward ignored the Volturi’s ruling that Bella’s death would be the only one that the Volturi would seek.  The Volturi would destroy the majority of her family, leaving only the repentant ones.

In this instance, repentant was code for vampires that had a gift that Aro wanted.  While Rosalie knew she was beautiful by human standards and even by vampire standards, she didn’t have a gift that Aro would want to possess which meant that she would be one of the vampires that was killed because of Edward’s disregard of the Volturi’s rules.

Physically shaking her head this time, she walked out of the front door.  The air outside was warm but Rosalie paid it no mind.  She came to a stop twenty metres away from the Cullen house and as she leant against a lush, ancient tree, she closed her eyes.

“I tried to show Bella that being a vampire isn’t a goal she should fight to attain but she chose not to listen to me.  Please, somebody out there, show her that being ‘in love’ with Edward isn’t a good enough reason for her to become a vampire and throw her life away.  Help me.”

Rosalie smelt the change in the air before she felt it.  her eyes snapped open just in time to see a green orb appear in front of her.  She blinked in order to confirm what she was seeing and the orb exploded outwards before she even had a chance to think or yell.

Caught in the grip of the orb, Rosalie was dragged through the air at speeds she didn’t think were possible.  When the orb let her go, Rosalie felt dread curdle in her stomach.

She and her adopted siblings along with Bella were standing in the middle of the throne room in Volterra and the Kings of the Volturi along with the guard were staring at them.  Rosalie’s feeling of dread grew stronger as she noticed the two wives, Athenodora and Sulpicia, were also gazing at the Cullens.

Rosalie had a very bad feeling that the Volturi had been discussing the course of action that they were going to take after Edward’s dramatic actions in Forks and Volterra.

“We did not expect to see you again so soon.”  Marcus intoned gravely, “I am certain however that your arrival has to do with the unexpected appearance of this book.”  Marcus held up a book with a black background and two pale hands cupping a red apple.  Rosalie could easily make out the title of the book from where she was standing.  She had no idea why a section of the day was the book title but that wasn’t her most burning question.

“Great King Marcus,” Rosalie began.  “When did that book appear?”

Aro inclined his head at her polite address of his brother, “It is splendid to see that my old friend Carlisle has taught one of his children how to behave.  To answer your question, this book arrived mere milliseconds after Bella, Edward and Alice left.  It is such a fascinating book.”

Movement caught Rosalie’s eye and she noticed Jasper’s posture change.  “Why do you believe that King Aro?” Jasper asked formally.

Aro smiled, “Because this book is about our dear young friend Isabella Swan of course!”

“You mean that book contains my thoughts and feelings and you intend to read them out loud?!”  Bella gasped.

Rosalie was grateful she didn’t shriek with outrage.  If Bella had, it could have ended very poorly considering where they currently were.

“Oh no, Bella,” Caius stated with a mocking note in his voice.  “You misunderstand.  All of us have already read the book and we have more than a few questions about the content of it.  You have been brought here to answer those questions.”

Emmett moved to stand next to her and she looked into his eyes, which was easy to do because of the heels she was wearing.  Due to their history and the amount of time they spent together, they were easily able to read each other’s body language.  Emmett was curious about this turn of events and Rosalie could tell that he was also curious about the orb that had brought them to Volterra.  Admittedly, Rosalie was curious about that too.  It must have taken a tremendous amount of power and intent to control energy like that.

There was a faint clang that disrupted the silent conversation between Rosalie and Emmett.  Her enhanced senses registered another heartbeat and the soft thudding of footsteps.  Rosalie knew that the Volturi would have been able to detect these new sounds as well yet they didn’t seem bothered by them.

Rosalie saw Bella turn towards the doorway as the unknown individual moved closer.  A young man appeared in the doorway.  Rosalie estimated his age to be around twenty-four at the most.  He was tall although Rosalie observed that he was noticeably shorter than Marcus.  The stranger had calculating green eyes and brown hair that had been neatly styled.

“Alabaster!”  Aro cried joyfully, “Welcome home!  I trust your journey was an eventful one?”

Alabaster had a small smile on his face, “I am glad to be home.”  He commented as he moved toward the dais.  He greeted each member of the Volturi guard individually and Rosalie saw a soft look sweep across his face as he gazed at Felix.

“The Cullens, I assume?” He asked once he had reached the dais.  The brunet stood with his back to the Volturi as he gazed at the guests standing in the throne room.  “I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”  He remarked, clasping his hands behind his back, and fixing the family with a shrewd gaze.

Something warned Rosalie that there was more to this young man than met the eye and she chose to hold her tongue.

“Alabaster, you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting young Bella Swan yet, have you?” Aro questioned.  “She is a new addition to the Cullen family.”

Rosalie tensed. 

Alabaster nodded in understanding, “It’s not the first time I’ve heard of a human thinking they’ve fallen in love with a vampire.”

“I am in love with him!” Bella replied heatedly.

“I do love her!” Edward retorted immediately.

Alabaster focused on them.  Edward glared back at him in response.

The staring contest ended a few moments later when Alabaster shook his head dismissively.

“Do you bring news Alabaster?” Marcus demanded.

Alabaster turned to face the King.  “My apologies.  I was distracted. Your mate is tying up a few loose ends and then she will return to Volterra.”

The effect that Alabaster’s words had on the occupants of the room was instantaneous.  The guard stood up straighter and Marcus shifted in his seat.  Rosalie noticed that even the two wives had content expressions on their faces.  The mood in the room changed from a tense one to a relieved, happy one.

“Who are you talking about?” Edward demanded, “Marcus doesn’t have a mate.”

The mood soured again and Jane bared her teeth at the vampire as she stepped forwards, “Be grateful you have been granted awareness of this information.  Few are privy to it.”

“Jane,” Alabaster sighed.  “My father taught me that there is nothing to be gained by arguing with someone ignorant.”

Jane clenched her jaw but stepped back to stand next to her brother.

“Is she…?” Bella asked tentatively.

Alabaster raised an eyebrow, “Ask the question on your mind or remain silent and wonder for the rest of your days.”

“Human.  Is she human like you?”  Bella finished her previous thought and red coloured her cheeks.

“Not that it’s any of your business but she and I are not simply human.”

“You have a heartbeat!”  Alice protested.

“And a heartbeat is an indicator that an individual must be a human?”  Alabaster challenged. 

“As amusing as this interaction is, perhaps we should return to the matter at hand?” Caius prompted.

Alabaster inclined his head and sat down on the steps of the dais.  He grinned up at a beautiful brunette vampire who glided forwards and came to a stop at the foot of the dais.

“Unfortunately Bella the last time you were here we were not introduced.  I am Sulpicia.  Are you aware that you are not Edward’s mate but his Singer?”  Sulpicia questioned.  Her voice was melodious.  Rosalie had never met a vampire who didn’t have a melodious voice and she guessed that was a way to lure their intended prey.  There was something else in her voice though, something old.

Bella looked at the Cullens, mainly focusing on Alice and Edward before she looked at Sulpicia.

“No.  I didn’t know that.”  Bella replied, “What is the difference?”

To Rosalie’s surprise, none of the Volturi snarled in response to her question. 

“Maybe they understand that it’s a genuine question and their anger lies with Edward.” Rosalie thought.

Sulpicia tapped her hand against her thigh.  “It’s a very important difference.  A vampire can never harm their mate because the idea is too repulsive.  However, a Singer has enough power to constantly cause the vampire to crave their blood.  The vampire is at risk of losing all self-control whenever they encounter their Singer.”

“Can a vampire grow to love their Singer?” Bella asked.

“There are instances where that has happened in the past,” Sulpicia admitted.  “Many Singers have been transformed into vampires because the vampire convinced themselves that they loved the human.  Believe me when I say the relationships fizzled out after a short period of time following the Singer’s transformation.”  Sulpicia’s voice held a note of sadness as she finished her sentence.

Bella’s leg twitched like she wanted to step away from Edward.

“My turn.”  Demetri announced.  “What do you like about Edward, Bella?”

“His hair, his eyes, the way he smiles.  My favourite smile of his is the crooked one that he has.”  Bella answered instantly, looking up at Edward.

“Let me rephrase that,” Demetri scowled.  Clearly he was dissatisfied with Bella’s answer.  “What personality traits do you like about Edward?  I know you’re not that shallow that you simply focus on an individual’s appearance.”

The throne room was quiet as Bella tried to find an answer for the tracker.  “He’s a good listener.”  She answered eventually, “He remembers things that I’ve told him.”

“I disagree.”  Felix stated.  “We read that you told him you didn’t want to go to prom long before the two of you encountered James, Victoria, and Laurent.  Following James’ attack and your release from hospital, Edward ignored your wishes and took you to prom.”

“Yes but…”

“But what Bella?”  Alabaster prompted.  His voice was slightly muffled due to the fact that his chin was now resting in his hand. 

“He didn’t want me to miss out on any human experiences because I was dating him.”

“But you told him that you didn’t want to go to prom.”  Alec retorted harshly.  “Weren’t you angry with him for ignoring your wishes?”

“What do you want me to say?” Bella erupted.  “Yes, I was angry with him after he ignored what I said!  My leg was broken in two places and in a cast because of a vampire that attacked me!  I nearly died in that attack!  Maybe that’s why I didn’t protest like I normally would when I realised that Edward had ignored me!”

Edward looked at Bella as if she’d grown a second head.

“They’re not trying to be mean or aggravate you.  Sulpicia, Demetri, Alabaster and Alec are trying to make you understand that your relationship with Edward is not a good one.”

At the same time, Rosalie and Bella spun around to see the new person that had spoken.  Rosalie had that feeling about there being more to the person again when she gazed at the new arrival.

Demetri sped to the newcomer’s side and the two of them had a rapid conversation in Greek. 

Rosalie pivoted around and she saw Alabaster lift his chin out of his hand and smirk at the new arrival.  Marcus’ face looked gentler and kinder as he gazed at the new arrival.

#my writing #my fics #midnight roses #twilight x percy jackson #marcus volturi x reader #marcus volturi #female reader #bella swan #edward cullen #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen #alabaster torrington #felix volturi #felix volturi x alabaster torrington #jane volturi #alec volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #sulpicia volturi #demetri volturi

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

I'm going to ramble about arospec shit now because. Flags.

I still don't know why the aro flag has an extra stripe

Also I feel like the recipromantic flag is just so ugly even for a flag that very rarely gets used (<- recipromantic)

We really need better flags for aspec identities. Do I have design? No

Also flags with purple 🔥🔥🔥

Go wild!!

The aro flags stripes mean as follows: (according to the flag library ( here )

Dark green -> Aromanticism

Light green -> the whole aro spectrum

White -> platonic love and relationships

Grey -> the grey area/asexuality spec

Black -> the asexuality spectrum

I don’t agree with all of it, as in my eyes aromantic and asexual are opposite. They don’t need to be featured with each other as you don’t need to be one to be another!

For the recipromantic:

I was bored so I redesigned the flag 🤷 I can do more but maybe

I’m not recipromantic so…

#asks #ask #aromantic #aroace #aro #aro pride #recipromantic

[captainschaos]

another lil writing for @mcyt-aro-week! :] day 5: spectrum / baking

I continue the trend of pronoun fun (he/it tango, she/they/rot cleo) and aro headcanoned duos with tangleooo <3

words: 474

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"Tango, is that you or is something burning?"

The phoenix pokes its head out from where he'd been rifling through the pantry, flaming wings all neatly tucked away and distinctly not burning. "Um... not I?"

"Oh, shit-" Cleo runs to the oven and pokes inside with one of those oversized silicon spoons, nudging the cake away from the side of the oven. "It slipped!"

"What!" Tango squawks, running over and sticking his hands on his hips as it looks in itself.

The cake does, in fact, seem to have slipped, with one edge blackened by too-closeness to the oven wall.

"Oops."

"It's fine, it's fiiine," Cleo says with a wave of rots hand. "That can be the black side!"

Tango's laugh is cackling and shrieking, but only makes Cleo giggle harder as Tango seems all too tickled by the idea.

"Genius!" The phoenix reaches into the oven to take the cake out, burnt and just about done baking as it is. No mitt or pad required, for charcoaled phoenix-fingers.

Cleo smiles and does make sure to get a pad down for Tango to set the hot cake pan on, since the counter is not as fire-proof as the phoenix. "I've done it with armor stands before."

"Whuh- how? And why?"

"Don't worry about it!" Cleo says with an exaggerated wink.

And that's kinda how they go about the rest of the cake-making, stumbling their way through cleaning up the mess they'd spattered across the kitchen from preparation while they wait for the cake to cool enough to ice. Cleo's the artistic director here, and so mixes the icing colors while Tango supplies the many bowls, spoons, and piping bags they'll need. A lovely, earthy shade of green, and then both white and black with a gray made from both.

"Now, just- careful, careful...!"

Tango manages to straighten out, having been entrusted with completing the last stripe of the cake (the one covering the burn, conveniently) with a satisfactory flourish. "There!"

Cleo nods with pride. "There. Nice work!"

"You did three out of four. And the sides. And the flowers around that edge, and pretty much all of it."

The zombie laughs as she manages to scoop the cake up in one hand without dropping it, pulling Tango into a quick side hug in celebration of their work. "It was a team effort. And it'll be more of a team effort to eat."

Tango would roll his eyes if they weren't solid red, but instead he just quickly gives Cleo's arm a little squeeze. "We do all the work, those chumps come in and pick off our masterpiece like vultures..."

Cleo lets go and steps through the door from the kitchen to the dining room. "Not before they shower us with compliments. And we can charge the allos!"

There's the angle. Tango smiles.

"Come eat!"

#mcyt aro week #tangotek #zombiecleo #tangleo #captain's words #it's actually like very weird that I've done so many pair things for aro week I've just been deep in the queerplatonics lately ASKDFBJASD #er in tangleo case they're like. platonic dating. not even queerplatonic. but I digress #I've just seen so many baked goods w the aro flag on em I needed to write about one <3 yayy #also like there's not really a reason to use ship tag for the two of them on this they're just friends but special but like #there's no better duo tag and also I always just use the same names for /p /r and anything else LMAO. my aro right

[sibillascribbles08]

Oh it's aro week ! Here's a short Off Colors drabble for the occasion feat. Leo and April

April watched the credits rolling up the screen of her TV. Leo sat on the bed with her, his shell pressed against the wall and her legs rested over his, as usual on movie nights.

"So..." April broke the silence. "That was pretty good, right?"

"I guess?" He shrugged.

"You guess? What's wrong with it?"

"You know." He waved a hand. "Once again we have this intense adventure plot going on and there's some romance involved."

She sighed. "Leo, that doesn't make it bad."

"I know, I know." He tossed his hands up before crossing them and slouching down further in his seat. "It just has to come up every single time. And like, why? Do people really want romance in all their stories that badly?"

"I mean, yeah? Most people do, I guess." She climbed over Leo to reach the remote and turn the TV off. "Though I kind of get it. Like, why does it always have to be a guy and a girl. We need more girls falling in love with girls."

"No offense April, but I'd probably stick my tongue out at that too." As if to emphasize, he did it now.

April lightly kneed him in the stomach as she returned to her usual seat. "You don't have to complain about it that much."

"It's just... frustrating." He mumbled. "You say it's normal. Dad says it's normal. Hueso says it's normal. But I can't wrap my head around it."

She sank into her pillows and put her legs on his lap again. She took a moment to swallow her anger, after all Leo wasn't trying to be rude about it. He probably really didn't get it.

She tilted her head. "And you're certain it's not a find the right person situation?"

The turtle rolled his eyes and held one of his hoodie strings, swinging it around. "Well gee, how would I even know that? What other teenagers do I interact with besides you? Love you, by the way, but not like that."

"Good cause I don't like boys." She lifted a foot and used it to give his head a light shove.

He pushed her leg back down in an instant. "Dad keeps saying I'll get it when I'm older but he's been saying that for years. Like hello, I'm thirteen now. Doesn't it happen to most teenagers sooner than that?"

She shrugged. "I guess. But you're not exactly most teenagers either."

"Quick, google sexual maturity of red eared sliders."

She snorted at that, and was glad to see Leo crack a smile, but it didn't last.

Then, it gave her an idea.

"Actually, hang on." She climbed off her bed to grab her laptop off her desk. "I might have an idea."

"Are you actually going to google it?"

"No." She smiled and sat back down. "But you remember the whole thing with that flag on my pin board yeah?" She pointed to where it probably was behind her.

Leo nodded. "Yup, lesbian flag. Which you lied to me about at first and convinced me it was a country until my dad had to explain it."

She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at that old joke. "Right, well there's a lot of other flags out there. I did some brief reading on them and I think one might help explain some things." She pulled up her internet browser and began to type.

He moved his legs and crawled over to sit next to her. "You're telling me there's a flag for people who hate romance?"

"Not exactly that but..." April scrolled down the page, glancing at the various lines of colors until she finally saw the one she remembered. "There, that's the one!"

Leo leaned closer to the screen, studying the bars of green, white, grey and black. "Aromantic?"

"Yeah." She clicked on the hyperlink which brought up the full page. "People who feel little to no romantic attraction." With it loaded she slid the computer onto his lap to let him scroll and read for as long as he wanted.

Which turned out to be for a while. April felt awkward with the silence so she climbed off the bed and grabbed all the empty bags of snacks and soda cans. "You want some water?"

Her friend just let out a hum of acknowledgement that she took as a yes. She carried the trash to the kitchen and tossed it in the bin, passing by her mom in the living room.

"Movie done?" Her mom asked, watching her own TV.

"Yeah, just chatting for a bit."

"He can stay the night if he wants, but you both aren't staying up all night."

"I know." April sighed. It wasn't a school night–they never did movie nights on school nights–but her mom was still mad about three weeks ago when the pair of them accidentally stayed up talking until one in the morning.

She pulled a couple of water bottles out of the wrapped plastic next to the fridge and shuffled back to her room, replying to her mom's quick good night.

Leo was still on the laptop when she returned, though now laying on his stomach and staring at the screen like it held the secret to life, love, and everything.

April wouldn't interrupt. She set his bottle on the nightstand and opened her own, taking a few sips and settling back onto the mattress.

"So..." Leo finally spoke up. "Maybe it is normal? That I'm not into romance? If this is apparently enough of a thing to make a group name for it."

She smiled and lightly scraped her nails over his shell. "Yeah! You might be ace too."

"I assume you don't mean that in the sense of 'extremely cool.'"

She snorted and leaned across his back to use the touchpad. She scrolled down to the related links, clicking on asexual.

"Hm, not as crazy about that flag." Leonardo raised a brow. "Prefer the greens." He scanned the page for a second. "Wait, is there a difference between romantic and sexual attraction?"

"Yeah." April tapped her mouth with the lid of her bottle. "I mean, I don't personally get it but it makes sense? After all, ace people aren't sexually into people, at least not always, but they still fall in love?"

"Hmm, yeah I don't think I'm into any of that."

"Then in that case..." April, still laying on his back, scrolled down again and clicked on the aroace page.

"Huh? They have a different flag?"

She laughed. "There's a lot of those."

"I like this one though." She could practically hear the smile in his voice. "It has blue in it. And orange! Doesn't yours have orange?"

"Yeah!"

"We could match! Sort of!"

"Yeah!" She giggled, and Leo responded, and soon both of them were falling into a fit of laughter.

April rolled off him while catching her breath, and then took another sip of water.

Leo got up and grabbed his own bottle. "It's not weird for me to just go with that, right?" He tilted his head as he frowned. "I mean, what if Dad is right? Maybe I'm still not old enough or haven't meant the right person or something."

She shrugged. "You're allowed to change your mind, Leo. I mean, I thought I was bi until I realized my interest in guys was just me trying to match what the girls in class were doing. Helps that my mom has knowledge about this though, I guess."

She kicked her legs. "Anyway, point is, you can go with it and change your mind later."

He smiled and drank some water. "I almost hope I don't. What if our flags stop matching?"

April snorted and tossed an arm around his neck to pull him close. "I'm sure we can find something else to match."

Leo's smile became softer and he turned to pull her into a proper hug. "Thanks, Apes."

She returned it, though she wasn't entirely sure what he was thanking her for. Could be any number of things, and she chose not to ask.

"Of course, Lee."

#rottmnt #scribbly fics #off colors au #it's 10pm posting this anyway #imagine they just watched whatever movie you want

[hells-favorites]

The Red Light (Episode 11)

Nolan wakes up to find his eye has turned neon green, a sign of his emerging magic. He meets Aros, who explains that Nolan is receiving his magic in the House of a God. Aros gives Nolan goggles to help control his new abilities. Excited, Nolan rushes to tell Dante and Floyd, who are surprised by his appearance. They quickly head to a mission assigned by Typhon, where they confront guards and discover a disturbing letter implicating Typhon in dark deeds. Ein appears, warning Dante about Typhon's true nature, leading to a tense confrontation. Ultimately, Dante is left feeling conflicted and uncertain about whom to trust. Later, Typhon visits Dante, leaving a letter and a box for him before disappearing again. Dante is left grappling with his emotions and the uncertainty of his situation.

Each woke up in their respective dorms but Nolan woke up a little different. Things felt dazed and foggy. He felt lopsided and weird. Nolan flicked through his feathers, preening out loose ones and heading to the bathroom. Nolan rubbed his right eye with his fist, when his hand left his eye Nolan stumbled back. His eye had turned green. The whites of his eyes had gone black and what used to be a nice blue turned an unnatural and bright neon green. Nolan rubbed his eye, hoping for it to leave but nothing changed.

Nolan dashed out of the room, looking for someone, maybe a nurse, just maybe someone who'd know what happened. Nolan's running was stopped when he crashed into another man.

The man he bumped into was much taller than him and was much finer dressed, a mix of leathers and browns. He looked down at Nolan, who was still regaining his footing and gasped. The man reached out his hand and grabbed Nolan's face, moving it to the side, pointing his eye toward him.

"Your eye," the man spoke breathily and shocked, like he was looking at a work of art.

"Who are you? Don't touch me!"

"Oh, Aros. My apologies," Aros let go of Nolan's face. "You must be new here. Is there a reason why you're so startled? Is it because of your eye by any chance?"

"It- it just appeared. I woke up with it. I don't know what happened," stuttered Nolan.

"Oh, there is no need to worry. You're in a house of a God. If you are new here, you may just be receiving your magic."

"I- but- What does that even mean?" Nolan rubbed his eye. It felt normal to the touch but it looked different, it felt foreign.

"I'm not here to intrude on your life, but your magic can hide itself if something happened when you were young. Something to scare you out of using it would do the trick. A fear of the unknown."

Nolan didn't respond, only stumbling back a few steps. This was no longer a conversation he wanted to be having. Nolan tried to stutter out a few words but failed.

The man ruffled through his bag and pulled out a pair of goggles for Nolan. "These will negate the bad effects. I believe I know that eye. The eye of Deceit. You'll be able to see a person lie once you adjust, but seeing too many people at once will overwhelm your brain. Wear these as much as you can."

Nolan took the goggles and ran. He was excited. This meant something! Something new! Something different. Dante was the important one to Typhon. Maybe Typhon will do the same thing he does for Typhon, fueling any drugs Dante could want as long as he does his work. By the time he'd made it back to the dorms, Dante and Floyd were ready and standing outside their rooms.

"Woah. Where'd you get those goggles? You look like a dork," Dante laughed and leaned against the wall.

"Get in the door."

Nolan, Dante and Floyd ran into the closest dorm, Floyd's. Nolan ran to the mirror and took off his goggles.

"Wow, you look great," Dante rolled his eyes and Nolan gasped.

"Dante, keep talking. Tell lies."

"I think you're a good person. Oh, and you look nice-" started Dante, but Floyd interrupted him.

"What's a lie?" Floyd looked confused, but Dante and Nolan just kept talking.

"I can see you lying! Dante, you bastard, you're red! I see only a silhouette of your ugly face. I'm a living lie detector!"

Suddenly Dante stopped making Nolan slam into his back. He tried to pull his hand from Dante's, but he didn't let go. Floyd was still catching up in the back. Instead he froze. Dante had run to the office Typhon said he'd wanted them to explore but two security guards were waiting out front.

"Oh, you perfect dumb-fuck!" Dante grabbed Nolan's hand and took off running, dragging him along behind him. It was nice for Nolan. Attention. Dante seemed so excited for something Nolan did. It felt nice to be appreciated. Dante was rushing off for a job, excited for something Nolan did. It would be him who saved the day. He'd feel complete.

Dante nodded at Nolan and let go. He followed suit and nodded at Floyd. They'd done this before and Nolan was ready to impress. Dante stood on one side of a bodyguard, fingers running over knives in his pockets. Floyd stood behind him, ready to blow. Nolan took the otherside, each moving in a second.

Floyd shot his breath, causing Nolan and Dante to slice into the guards. Ice blocked their mouths from screaming, no one would know. Dante kicked open the door, sliding the body underneath a table and covering it with a blanket draped over a couch at the otherside of the room.

Dante stretched after hiding the body under a table, taking a second to breathe in the newly private room after Nolan locked the door.

"Easy," said Floyd.

Nolan cocked his head to the side. In his eyes, Floyd was red. "No, it wasn't. Not to you."

As Nolan and Floyd talked, Dante discovered a letter, marked and ready to be sent, on the table above where they'd hid a body. It made sense. They'd ended up in an office after all. So Dante opened the letter.

"Axom, Aros

I'm writing this letter on behalf of Cadm as he is unable to do it himself. I unfortunately have news, and it is only bad and worse. I found Cadm, he was returned to somewhere he should have never been but I did get him out. As far as his return I have worse news. Apollo's disappearance awhile ago was a tragedy and we assumed him dead, but as of Cadm's word, he was not. He held up a city on his own to try to protect them from Typhon's grasp, but he was taken away from us once again, Cadm was knocked unconscious and Apollo was killed. And I believe this to be my fault. We have talked before, a long time ago, about a child I had saved under Typhon's control of me, and that child found him. I don't know how but Typhon is alive, he's killing your men and he has help. I will try to make it to you as soon as Cadm is healthy enough to travel and when I do, I have something to discuss with you on two topics, one of them being your God. Good luck we may need it.

-Ein on behalf of Cadm."

"No. Please, no. Ein, don't do this," Dante mumbled to himself, slamming the paper onto the table.

"Dante, are you okay?"

Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by another door creaking open. Dante's head shot over and he stumbled back into the table behind him. Standing in the doorway was Ein.

"What are you doing here?" Dante yelled and shoved off the table behind him. Good. A new layer of information Dante had to figure out even with the mountain climb of details to sort out.

"Dante, go home. I don't know why you're here. All I know is that you shouldn't be," warned Ein.

"I'm doing what I should, Ein! I'm making my dad proud-" Ein interrupted Dante.

"Don't call him that. Typhon is not your father. I'm your father. He is a mad man in your bloodline! He's lying to you, Dante. Constantly! I get that you want to make him proud, Dante. But the only things that could make him proud of you, will turn you into a monster. Please, Dante. Just come here," Ein put his hand out, trying to hold Danfe like a child. "I raised you for 18 years and helped you through the last 3. I know you better than Typhon ever could. But Dante, look at yourself. You're turning into him. Is he who you really want to be?"

"I-" Danfe stuttered, trying desperately to form a sentence. "You know it would be easier to just hide in your arms, Ein. But I'm a grown man. I'm running my own life. I'm not letting you cradle me anymore. So please, stop saying Typhon's some monster. He's my father. It's just not the truth."

"I would never lie to you, Dante-" Nolan cut off Ein.

"You're red. He's lying. Dante, he's-"

Dante looked furious. "You're lying? Really? You tell me Typhon is lying to me constantly yet you do it too. How am I supposed to trust either of you if you're both lying!"

"Fine, Dante. I lied. I said I wouldn't let Cadm tell anyone what was going on, but I told them. Typhon needs to be killed. I can't sit here and watch Axom’s family die around us. He is the king and it will stay that way. I won't let you hurt them."

Dante's anger had hit a boiling point. "Then what are you going to do?"

"I'll protect their secrets," Ein flicked a knife from his pocket and poked the tips of his own fingers. Ein closed his eyes and suddenly he was gone. The floor bubbled as blood leaked through the tiles, building up on top of itself. A mountainous creature stood before them, formed of Ein’s blood. But as the creature formed, Ein disappeared. Gone.

Floyd inhaled but Dante stopped him.

"Leave it. Nothing is stopping us from leaving. I'm not doing this today." Dante gripped his sides and left Nolan and Floyd in the room. He took nothing. He'd angered one father and not followed the orders of the other.

Nolan gestured for Floyd to go and followed Dante back to his dorm.

"Dante, are you doing okay?" Nolan was close behind Dante, who was trying to push into his dorm room.

"I'm not fucking okay. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't know who's right and if I hurt Ein then go home to Typhon and you tell me he's lying," Dante paused. "I don't know what I'll do."

Nolan tried to reach out and grab Dante's shoulder but all he did was push inside the dorm room.

The inside of Dante's dorm was as simple as it could get. A bed in the corner and a nightstand beside it. Dante crawled into bed, pulling his knees to his chest. He didn't move for hours. Laying in bed with his eyes closed, still haunted by the sun poking through the window. They were supposed to go to class, to learn a few things about Axom, but Dante couldn't manage.

As the sun started to set, the light blinding his room stopped. Night crept through the room eventually making it pitch black. Dante was relieved to be in the dark. The less he could see, the better. He was overwhelmed.

It had been hours of silence. Surprisingly, the dorms were quite sound proof. Despite the silence being nice, something broke through it. The sound of someone's breathing. Dante rolled over to see Typhon standing beside his bed, not facing him. Instead, Typhon was setting a letter onto Dante's nightstand. Hearing Dante turn over to see him, Typhon looked at him and set the letter down.

"What are you doing here? How are you here?" Dante fixed himself to be laying towards Typhon without having to twist around.

"I can teleport to anyone with the mark I gave you before the fight with Apollo. But I came to check on you and deliver a letter. I wanted to make sure you were both okay and alive."

Dante wanted to tell Typhon about what happened with Ein. He wanted to vent all of his frustration and ask what to do. But he couldn't. He couldn't tell Typhon. Too many things were uncertain. "Dad, can you-" Dante stuttered. "Can you tell me what was happening with Mercury?"

"I can't tell you what was happening, but I can tell you his condition. He's in a lot of pain. I'm caring for him, of course, but he won't be back to normal for days. Even with that said, Mercury shouldn't be your concern. Let me care for him. Take care of yourself. On that topic," Typhon rummaged through a big pinned to his side and pulled out, what looked to be, a shirt box. One you'd get a shirt in when you bought it. "Open this is the morning, when you can see."

Just as suddenly as he had appeared, Typhon was gone. Nothing but the letter and the box were left. Dante slid the box onto his nightstand and left his letter waiting there. Dante turned back over, facing the wall and went back to bed.

#The Red Light #oc #original character #my ocs #oc stuff #writing #ocs #original story #short story #story #writeblr #writing on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writer on tumblr

[anxiouslyfred]

Green

For @aro-sides-week day coming out / pride

Summary: Remus comes down ready to head to Pride but first he needs to come out to Roman and his friends.

Authors note: Sorry, brain tired so while I wanted this fic to be longer and actually include pride the words aren’t wording right.

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“Why can't I just wear all green? It's bright!” Remus moaned, as if he'd just been told to wear more colour the instant he'd come out, ready for the pride parade they'd be meeting their friends at.

Roman rolled his eyes, rifling through a box of pride pins. “I didn't say you couldn't. I asked if all the green is to match a specific identity or just because you like the colour?” He repeated, picking a couple out. Over the years they'd collected a lot of pins between them and the twins always used pride month to mix them up and swap any they'd like between them.

Remus leant over to nab a couple of the badges about Pride being a protest and a TERF repellent logo. “Would you actually know what labels would bring the green out if I said it is?”

“Can't say unless you tell me, but I also can't field questions for you without knowing.” Roman countered, smirking over his shoulder, “Are you waiting for me to guess?”

“Or make some Disney reference. It isn't like green is a good guy colour to that mega-corp you love so much.” Remus suggested, “Do you even know which flags have green as a main colour?”

Roman thought for a moment, “Agender or genderqueer are the ones that jump to mind first, sooo given your purple eyeshadow is this genderqueer colours for you, today?”

“Aromantic. Knew you wouldn't know it.” Roman cheered, throwing himself onto the sofa to cause the make Roman was now bringing out to scatter.

“REMUS! You're doing my eyeshadow for that! I want rainbows!” Roman scowled, scrambling to get them and shove Remus to sit properly. “So other than green, what does aromantic mean?”

“Ugh, fine.” Remus easily accepted the make up, tilting Roman's face to his to start after checking the colours around him. “I don't want romance, would rather just fuck or more often keep it as friendship. No attraction of the romantic sort.”

It's quiet for a moment as Roman takes in the information and keeps his eyes shut for the rainbow to be added. “That sounds good. Do the rest of our friends know or is this the first time you're telling any of us?”

“It's my coming out story! Hopefully I'll get to fight an a-phobe at pride and knock some sense into them!” Remus agreed.

“Let's try not to make the parade a riot today. Do you want the aro flag painted on your cheek?” Roman took the break with one of his eyes finished to look at Remus.

Remus wiggled in his seat, nodding, before bring the eyeshadow brush back to Roman's eyes. “Sure, Bright green, light green, white, grey, black. I'm hoping to get an aro flag while we're there, not sure if anywhere will have it though.”

“We'll go through every stall until we find one after the parade.” Roman promised.

/\/\

“Of course Remus found an identity that lets him be obnoxiously green.” Virgil groused, joining the twins at the meeting point they were going to join the parade at. “Are you picking one to match your favourite colour or is this a label you actually identify as?”

“I'm aro! The green is just a bonus.” Remus helpfully agreed, leaning over to swipe the rainbow facepaint marker over Virgil's cheek.

Virgil tried to dodge then grinned, “Do you mean aro like the romantic equivalent to ace?”

“Yep, and here come the last terrible trio.” He nodded, turning to wave at Logan, Patton and Janus who were all coming over.

None of them comments on Remus's outfit or the flag on his cheek, although Logan did raise an eyebrow after recognising it. They were all more excited for the parade than on commenting about Remus's identity given it would be starting soon.

#arosidesweek2022 #aro remus #remus sanders #roman sanders #creativitwins #virgil sanders #coming out #pride

[cyberspace-of-gods]

Characters

「お前ら、もうちょい真面目にやってくれ、頼むから！！」

“Can’t you guys be a little more serious?! Please?!”

Leon Haishiki (Pronounced: Lay-ohn Hai-shiki. M, available to Female MCs) ・Age: 21 ・Appearance: 5’7” (175 cm) with a muscular build. Has slightly tanned skin with a scar on his right cheek, and many more on his body. Messy, short dark brown hair with an undercut and sharp golden yellow eyes. Smiles widely and fiercely, and coupled with his physique, comes off a little intimidating. ・Description: Level-headed, mature and cursed with eternal bad luck, Leon tries his best to be a good leader to his team, though more than not, is teased for acting like a nagging parent, and ends up being less put-together than he would like. Due to his zero experience with love, when someone he likes approaches him, all his calmness flies out of the window.

「あの時も、全部俺のせいだ。だから、俺が正さないとダメなんだ」

“That time, it was all my fault. That’s why I have to fix this. I have to.”

「騙しゃれた方が悪かに決まってんばい。なぁ？」

“Of course, it’s on them if they fall for it. Don’t you think so?”

Asumi Itazu (Pronounced: Ah-sumi Eeta-zu. M, available to Male and Female MCs) ・Age: 19 ・Appearance: 5’9” (180 cm) with a lanky, willowy build. Has pale skin, shoulder-length blonde hair which he wears in a half-up, and slightly hooded red eyes. Looks like a sleazy bandman, which to be fair, isn’t far off. ・Description: A mischievous prankster and rebel at heart, Asumi loves to tease people and rarely takes things seriously, with the exception of a few. As of now, he’s content to drift through life and see where it takes him. A smoker (which is illegal since he isn’t 20 yet), but faithfully sticks to lollipops around others.

「あぁ、せからしか。全部忘れて、俺と一緒に溺れみん？」

“Ah...fuck. Say, do you wanna forget everything and drown with me?”

「ふふふ、ほら、今日も精一杯ぶっぱなそか」

“Hahaha, alright then. Shall we go crazy today as well?”

Shian Ganna (Pronounced: She-ahn Gun-nah. F, available to all MCs) ・Age: 20 ・Appearance: 5’4” (165 cm) with a slim and curvaceous build. Has porcelain light, smooth skin, with waist-length auburn hair and flirty jade-green eyes behind red rimmed glasses. Gives off a very dainty, lady-like aura in contrast to her true personality. ・Description: Being one of the many children of a very rich family in Japan, Shian was raised to be a prim and proper lady. Which is why around those she trusts, she acts with the subtlety of a car crash. Honest with her desires and armed with her sophisticated lady laugh, those who pursue her might find themselves opposite of the barrel instead.

「家族のしがらみなんて、早う断ち切ってしまいたいわぁ」

“The bonds of family...How I wish to cut through it all.”

「こんなザコに時間かけてんじゃねぇよ。さっさと進め」

“How much time are you gonna waste on small fry like that? Move.”

Rino Haga (Pronounced: Lee-no Hah-gah. Non-binary, aro-ace, so unromancable to any MC) ・Age: 19 ・Appearance: 5’1” (156 cm) with a petite and skinny build. Has an almost sickly pale skin tone, with short, choppy black hair and sunken blue eyes that look like they’re always judging you. Never seen without their wireless headphones around their neck. ・Description: A super smart gamer who wants to be a NEET, Rino is the type that can spend all their time in a dark room. They rarely show any emotion other than boredom, but will start to talk more and faster when excited or angry. Has a fixation on strangely flavored food.

「今までずっと一人だった。だからいらねぇよ、んなもん」

“I’ve always been alone. So I don’t need something like that.”

「まぁ、終わり良ければ総て良し、だね！」

“Well, all’s well that end’s well!”

Ikuto Nokuwa (Pronounced: Ee-ku-toh Noh-kuwah. M, available to all MCs) ・Age: 18 ・Appearance: 6’0” (183 cm) with a lean build. Has tan, brownish-skin, pale purple hair with two braids framing the side of his face, and light pink eyes. Always has a friendly smile on his face. ・Description: Friendly and unassuming; when people see Ikuto, they see a genuine good guy who is effortlessly charming. He’s playful but never overstepping, bold but never arrogant. According to Oumi, his partner, though, Ikuto is both a nerd and a jock with a secret obsession that he holds very close to his heart.

「怖い、怖いよ。本当の自分を見せるのが、拒否されるのが、そんなの、耐えられない」

“I’m terrified. Showing how I really am, being rejected, I don’t think I’ll be able to take it.”

「…で？用がねぇなら話しかけるな」

“...So? Don’t talk to me if it isn’t important.”

Oumi Suriishi (Pronounced: Oh-mi Sulee-eeshi. M, available to all MCs) ・Age: 20 ・Appearance: 6’2”(190 cm) with a slim-looking build, which is deceiving because he is absolutely toned. Has pale skin prone to sun-burns, long shiny black hair that he ties into a low ponytail, and dark coal eyes with a permanent scowl. ・Description: Though he has a delicate and pretty face, Oumi’s grumpy attitude has driven more than a handful of people away. Maybe it’s a testament of Ikuto’s charisma that he managed to befriend Oumi, or maybe it’s proof that there’s more to the angry ‘Yamato Nadeshiko’ than what meets the eye.

「ごめん。俺のせいで、っ、こんなつもりやなかってん」

“Sorry. Because of me, I  ー I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

「ふっ、どんな化け物だろうと この『闇夜の者 』の敵ではないぞ」

“Hah, no matter the monster, they are no match for this ‘One of Midnight’!”

Hiyori Utsumi (Pronounced: He-yoh-lee Uu-tsu-mi. F, available to all MCs) ・Age: 18 ・Appearance: 5’1” (157 cm) with a petite and slim build. Has light skin and faint freckles on her cheeks, dark blue hair that ends slightly below her shoulders and faint purple eyes. Has a tendency to strike certain poses. ・Description: Those who passed through eight-grade will know of a famous syndrome. Hiyori is stuck in that phase, and coupled with her huge passion for mythology, she is a geek, through and through. However, she isn’t dense to social situations, and keeps everything under wraps until appropriate, as much as she doesn’t like to.

「もう、隠すのは嫌だよ。なんで、私は私のままじゃダメなの。大人は、好きなものが好きでいちゃいけないの？」

“I don’t want to hide anymore. Why can’t I just be myself? Are adults just not, allowed to like what they like anymore?”

「どうしたの？なんか困ってるなら手を貸そうか？私、これでも結構聞き上手なんだよ！」

“What’s wrong? Do you want my help with something? I’m pretty good at listening to people, you know!”

Ume Sakurada (Pronounced: Uu-meh Sakura-dah. F, available to Female Mcs) ・Age: 19 ・Appearance: 5’0” (155 cm) with an athletic build. Has beige skin that’s usually tanned, fluffy short light reddish brown hair and wide orange eyes. ・Description: Energetic, cheerful and loud, Ume is a person who thrives around other people. Her reactions are often big, so people find her very easy and fun to tease. True to her herself, Ume is always honest and has a big heart of gold.

「これじゃだめだ。あの子の痛みはきっとこんなのよりずっと酷かった。だから、私もー」

“This isn’t enough. Her pain must’ve been far worse than this. That’s why, I ー ”

「言っとくけど、私は好きに動くぞ。ついてこれるならやってみな」

“I‘ll warn you first; I’m going to do whatever I want. Keep up if you can.”

Yuria Renge (Pronounced: Yuu-lee-ah Lehn-geh. F, available to Male MCs) ・Age: 21 ・Appearance: 5’5” (170 cm) with a average build. Has light skin, long green hair that she wears in a high ponytail and slightly narrow light blue eyes. Gives off a smart, but slightly uptight atmosphere. ・Description: Being laded with responsibilities since she was young, Yuria is a natural leader concerning her peers and family. But when she’s with her friends and free to make the dumbest decisions possible, she will. Do not rely on her to hold you back from skydiving, because she’ll be the first one flying off the plane.

「勝手に期待すんじゃねぇよ。私は私だ、他の誰でもないんだよ」

“Don’t get disappointed when I’m not what you expected. I’m no one else but myself.”

「これじゃまだまだ足りねぇよな？ほら、もっと 空に届くほど でっかくて すげーもん作るぞ！」

“This isn’t enough, not yet! Come on, we’re gonna make something big enough to reach the sky!”

Tatsuya Ukyō (Pronounced: Tah-tsu-yah Uu-kyou. M, available to Male MCs) ・Age: 22 ・Appearance: 6’3 (193 cm) with a broad shouldered muscular build. Has beige skin, bright red hair that’s slicked back and sharp green eyes. Sometimes has bits of paint on his cheek and hands. ・Description: Loud, bold and assertive, even without meaning to, Tatsuya usually ends up as the most eye-catching person in the room. He strives to be the pinnacle of what he considers ‘explosive enough to blow up the Tōkyō Skytree’. He’s also an artist, but his fashion tastes can be very…unique.

「邪魔じゃねぇ、俺は無意味な存在じゃない。俺は、ちゃんとここにいる、生きてるんだ」

“I’m not useless. I’m right here, I’m alive right here.”

「…かわいいものは、好き。だから、好きなものを作るだけだよ」

“...I like cute things. So, I’ll make what I like.”

Setsuna Tenrai (Pronounced: Seh-tsu-nah Tehn-lai. F, available to Male and Female MCs) ・Age: 23 ・Appearance: 5’9” (180cm) with a lanky build. Has pale beige skin, wavy long light blue-grayish hair and droopy dark blue eyes that makes her look sleepy all the time. ・Description: A former model, Setsuna is a stoic, cool person with a burning passion for sculpting. She rarely leaves her workshop, content on honing her craft, so being the polar opposites they are, people often wonder how she and Tatsuya are friends.

「どこに行っても、目が、視線が集まる。あぁもう、面倒くさいな」

“People stare. They keep following me. It’s all so, troublesome.”

「さぁ、言ってみろ。君の本当の願いは、何かな？」

“Now, tell me. What is your true desire?”

Amane Kamiya (Pronounced: Ahmah-neh Kah-mee-yah. Same gender as MC, unromancable, but…) ・Age: 18 ・Appearance: 5’2” (160 cm) with an average build. Has very pale skin, straight white hair that ends at their shoulders, and their eye color is a mystery as their eyes are always closed. Can be compared to a plotting fox. ・Description: Your roommate, Amane, is very enigmatic. They are talkative, yet reveal nothing, cheerful but strangely distant. One thing is certain; they are an employee of SIPHE, and the reason why you’re roped into the virtual reality business in the first place.

「これが自分という人間だ。失望した？それとも、最初から期待してなかったかな？」

“This is who I am. Were you disappointed? Or were you not expecting anything in the first place?”

#cyberspaceofgods #all characters #interactive fiction #interactive games #interactive novel #dashingdon #hosted games #jrpg inspired #urban sci-fi

[tigers-eyes-26]

Colors Chapter 4: The end

The next night Waluigi didn’t show up. Pauline was the mayor and his employer she could do what she wanted. She knocked on his hotel room.

“Who is it?”

“Who do you think?”

“Go away!”

“IF you don’t show up you are not going to be paid for tonight.”

“I don’t care!”

Pauline blew out a puff of air. Fine if money wasn’t going to draw him out, she had a pretty good idea what would.

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The next day a poster was slipped under his hotel door. Waluigi’s eyes bulged when he read it. He slammed the door open. Pauline, who was walking away, turned coolly at the commotion. “FINE, I’m only doing this for my adoring fans and not for you!” 

She looked at him through hooded eyes. “Perfect.” She turned and sauntered down the hall with a proud look on her face.

*************

Poster of the upcoming Dance Show Case was everywhere! The tickets were sold out. Waluigi spend weeks practiced his most difficult dances with the Mayor. The band practiced the handpicked music, the lights were designed to be as flashy as possible. It was all coming together.

Waluigi was relaxing in the green room an hour before the biggest performance of his life. He had a black dress shirt, purple dress pants and white dress shoes. His purple sequined vest was laying next to him on the couch he was sitting on.  An assistant was behind the couch massaging his shoulders. Pauline walked into the room. She had on a silver sequined top, disco ball earrings, a red skirt that was down to her knees and black heels. She looked at the scene disappointed. “Ashely, you can leave.”

“Oh, ok Miss Mayor.” She scuttled past the mayor and out the door. She pouted at Wally. “She has more important things to do.”

“Than give the star of the night a massage!?” He crossed his arms and slouched perturbed. Pauline took the assistant’s spot. She gripped his shoulders and started to dig her thumbs into him. “Wah!” Waluigi flinched with the pressure.

She didn’t let go. “You are not going to get the knots out if you don’t work hard on them.” He grit his teeth together and let her continue. “I’m going to approve of the Casino, with only one caveat….”

“Oh?” He squeaked out.

“That you come to check up on the establishment every year.”

“AH!” he exclaimed in pain and surprise.

“Your fans would appreciate to see your face every once and a while.” She continued to dig at a knot that was next to his shoulder blade. Waluigi gripped at the chair his knuckles turned white. “With you being a partner in Wario Inc. I would rather you and not Wario come to check on it.” He squeezed his eyes closed so that tears wouldn’t leak out. “By the way, why is it called Wario Inc and not Wario and Waluigi Inc?”

“Selfish…baaaAAAHH!”

“There!” Pauline finally let go of his boney shoulders.

Waluigi gently rubbed at the spot that she had been working on. He straightened his back and moved his shoulders around. “Huh?” His shoulders actually felt better.

“Your welcome.” She smirked down at him. He gave her a stink eye. “I’m going to give the band a pep-talk before the show.” She sauntered out of the room.

*********

The show was fantastic, sensational, electric. There was Cha-cha, Samba, Salsa, Swing, Jazz, Lindy hop, Disco and many more dances were put on display. Every trick was performed to perfection. Everyone enthusiastically applauded, cheered, and was awed at the show of expertise. Waluigi was having the time of his life! Sweat dripped down his sideburns but he hardly cared how exhausted he was. He played it up for the crowd, posing for them, and encouraging them to cheer louder for him.

At the end of the last dance, Waluigi dipped Pauline down low. She winked up at him he almost dropped her, instead he spun her up. They both bowed, and the stage was showered with roses.

**********

Waluigi waited for the next helicopter. He had his purple polo and white shorts. His purple fedora wasn’t going to fit in his briefcase, so it sat proudly on his head with a new red rose tucked into the white band around it. He looked up to the sky and grumbled about the upcoming travel ahead of him.

“What no goodbye?” Waluigi whipped around to spot the Mayor in her red pantsuit with a purple sun hat. She got into his space and pouted in his face.

He coolly smirked at her. “Didn’t want to break my fans hearts.”

She smarmily rolled her eyes at him. “c’mere.” She opened her arms to invite a hug.

He scratched the back of his head. “Not really the hugging type.” He deflected. She yanked the front of his shirt to get him off balance and into her arms. “Wah!” he felt her put something in his back pocket. He jumped out of the embrace. “HEY! Hands off the merchandise!” He checked his back pocket. It was a check. His eyes bulged at the amount.

“Your cut of the money from the show case and from the sell of the instructional videos. More will be coming your way soon.”

He gave her a distrustful look. “My cut eh? What percentage did I get exactly?”

“50 percent.”

“Only 50? Your holding out on me toots.”

“The other 50 went to pay the band, the light and sound tech, The camera men and the editors, for distribution, the elect-.”

“I get it! I get it!” He patted the air with his hands to get her to stop her list. “You pay your people well.” He folded his arms. “If I were you, I would pocket a big lump of that.”

She crossed her arms indignantly. “I did get some of it, I was in the performance if you recall?”

He tapped his chin with his finger. “mmmm…. Can’t say that I do….” She moved to punch him in the arm he slipped out of her range, with a big grin. “All I remember was people screaming my name.”

“You Jerk!” She swung again this time contacting his shoulder.

He rubbed the throbbing spot. “Ow!”

“It’s what you deserve you scoundrel!” she balled her fists at her sides and glared at him.

He smiled and slunk closer to her. “Scoundrel, eh?” He wrapped his arms around her locking her arms to her sides “I wouldn’t have you think of me any other way.” she looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and daring. He studied her face. The wind picked up blowing Pauline’s hat off the building. They didn’t seem to notice. Caught looking at each other as their goodbyes. The wind grew stronger blowing her brunet hair back. Stronger still it blew his hat down into his eyes, effectively breaking their staring contest. Waluigi let go of the Mayor and held on to his hat, annoyed.

They both turned around to see the wind was actually coming from the approaching helicopter. It landed. He gathered his briefcase. She yelled over the drone of the blades. “See you next year!” He saluted back at her not wanting to yell over the sound. He jumped into the flying machine and was off. Pauline waved until it was a fair way off. Next year, hopefully sooner, they would see each other again.

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Last chapter:

First Chapter:

#waluigi #wario #mayor pauline #pauline #pauline mario #casino #new donk city #fanfic #fanfiction #Au #headcanon #the dancer #the singer #Waluigi x Pauline #WaluigixPauline #PaulinexWaluigi #mario odyssey #earth #magical world #crazy cap shop #warioware #pauline x Waluigi #The new donk people freak me out man #flirting #snarky #tw: harrasment #mario #smb #luigi #super mario

[eldermindless]

Ask List time! :D

3, 10, 20, 23, 41, 56, 67, 77, 93

feeling pretty fluid rn so

✴️thèmo

🌋lucifer

✨reviko

what color are your eyes?

body: light green

✨usually dark red. i get moods sometimes tho

✴️uhhhh yellow with black star pupils. or light blue with white pupils. i am shapeshifter so it depends

🌋every time i blink they switch:)) main red or gold or some swirly fucked up shit

how would you describe your style?

✨whimsical goth, grunge, celestial

🌋i like to dress as a prince, pirate and vampire hybrid

✴️not my responsibility. guess i would go for either techwear or victorian gothic. end up dressed with flannels, crop top and funky pants

how tall are you?

body:168cm/5'6

✨taller.

🌋definitely 6`9

✴️idgaf

describe your dream date

✨ghghg oh well. like a roadtrip to some pretty spot in nature and hanging out/dancing/singing/talking/napling/doing witchcraft there. like a picnic:3 preferably not sober lmao

🌋arson. burning down police station. pulling a scam. killing god. homoerotic swordfighting. fuck that, all activities homoerotic and with much flirting

✴️uhhh i like tea. pretty sure i am aro but if friend date id like to discuss philosophy/psychology/occult while drinking my tea on top of the roof. watching sunrise perhaps

top 10 favorite songs

phèmiec: 🌋✴️little clown, ✨made of death, ✨sweet, ✨🌋boom

✨lavender blood by fox academy

✨🌋far from home by august jones

✨creature by half alive

✨tartaros by ethos of iza

✨Scarborough fair/canticle by simon n grantfunkel

🌋devil says hi by dany lightyear

✨at the bottom of everything by bright eyes

✴️very few dancers by sons of illustrous fathers

🌋run from me by timber timbre

🌋my ordinary life by the living thombstones

the comfort of a laughing track by roar

✴️my axe by faesinth

✴️limbo by pearl/iykyk/tazzy

🌋✴️sui by maretu

✴️apotheosis by thquib

would you rather live in rural areas or the  suburbs?

🌋city center. unlike those motherfuckers, i enjoy going out

✨id like to live outside of town, but still. possible to get there. but no people around.

✴️either castle or woods

 what are your hobbies?

🌋commiting tax fraud, arson, scamming, general chaos, giving life advice, seducing beings, schemes, blood magic (feeding besties), parties, destruction, fighting, fucking, teasing.

✴️in mortal body i enjoy making tea, coffee, helping people out, psychology, analysis. i enjoy discussing the peculiar. also anything with good cinematography

✨tarot readings, witchcraft, poetry, anime. maybe psychology?? its complicated. fashion, making spaces cozy, talking with friends.

do you miss anyone right now?

✨ghghg. i think so. i shouldn't?? i rarely get emotionally attached so this whole shit is. terrifying. genuinely don't know whats the normal amount.

✴️huh revi is at it again. i do not miss anyone. miss when our coffee machine worked

🌋why would i miss anyone hmm nah im pretty sure i dont

last thing you ate?

body: some beef marinated in sweet chilli/teriyaki/soy sauce

🌋milfs pussy

✴️does tea count?

✨blood probably

#revi #morstella #lux #lucifer #ask #krampus #thèmo #we really should just start using emojis #✴️ #🌋 #✨ #did #tags added by your one and only mors #osdd

[grayninjabreeze]

Full Name: Zephyr Windsor

Background on Name: Not sure, I guess my mom thought she was being funny.

Nickname(s): Zeph

Nickname Background: It's just short for my name

Birth date: December 30th

Birth place: Jamanakai Village, Ninjago

Age: 23

Visual Age: 23

Zodiac/Astrological signs: Capricorn

Blood type: I don't know

Social Class: Middle class, I guess. We're kind of our own thing.

Religious Values: I'm spiritual, but not particularly religious.

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Gender: Agender

Height: 5'7

Weight: 150lbs

Body type: Thin, light, agile

Race/Species: Human, with elemental power

Eye color and Shape: Gray, slightly upturned almond

Glasses/Contacts?: None

Hair color and Style: Black with green. Loose curtain bangs.

Fur color and Area: None.

Additional Appendages: None.

Skin tone and type: Honey beige

Favored Clothing Style: Techwear/cyberpunk

Why?: Because that's what I'm most comfortable in.

Least Favored Clothing Style: Anything overly formal or restrictive.

Why?: It makes me uncomfortable for my clothes to limit my movement.

Important/Usual Accessories: Aro and ace rings

Tattoos: All are in plain black ink; I have a dragon on my right shoulder, ice crystals on the underside of my left forearm (lost due to amputation), a tree blowing in wind on my left shoulder blade, "Fly on my wind" in script above my left collarbone, ice crystals on the underside of my right forearm (to replace the tattoo I lost), a compass on upper back, "It's all part of the adventure" in script down my spine, and tech wires on right forearm.

Story Behind Tattoo: The tree and collarbone script are referring to my powers, the compass and spine script are just things I liked, the dragon is Mei Xing, and the ice and wires are for my partners.

Piercing(s): Left mid helix, left tragus, left daith, left lobe gauge, double left upper lobe, right mid helix stud, right forward helix, right inner conch, right lobe gauge, double right upper lobe, double left eyebrow, right nostril, snakebites, belly button

Scar(s): Plenty, but nothing that seems too noteworthy.

Other Marks: None

Predominant Features: Prosthetic left arm

Visual Health Level: Very fit

Spending Habits: I try to budget, but I do impulse buy sometimes.

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Strengths: Quick thinking, creativity, determination

Weaknesses: Cockiness, impulsivity

Weapons: Sai

Habits: Nothing that stands out as far as I know.

Familiars/Summons/Pets: Mei Xing is my wind dragon. My dog is Feng Li, a village dog I adopted.

Fighting Style: Ninjutsu, Spinjitzu

Old Injuries: My left arm is gone, so I guess that counts.

Movement Issues: Nothing serious.

Speed: I'm quicker than my teammates, aside from maybe Jay.

Agility: Very agile. I try to avoid too many flips and tricks because I know they aren't practical, but they're too fun not to sometimes!

Strength: I'm definitely not the strongest of my team, but still probably stronger than the average person of my build.

Stamina: Definitely not my strong point. I fight best with some breaks in the close combat.

Defensive Ability: Pretty good I'd say. I can't necessarily take a huge hit and be unaffected, but I can usually block and dodge very effectively and bounce back quickly if I do get hit.

Magical Ability: Not applicable. I do have the elemental wind power, but that isn't exactly magic.

Planning/Strategic Ability: Not always my best. I do try and I'd say I'm a decent planner, but if it's just me I am way too impulsive.

Memory: Hit or miss. I'm pretty forgetful, but I can usually keep up with important things well enough.

Luck: Definitely not. I'm not unlucky or anything, but I have to work just as hard as anyone.

Reaction Speed: Very very fast, too much so sometimes. I'll often react before my brain has really registered what's happening, which has led to more than a few black eyes for my friends.

Learning Curve: I pick up on new things really fast, although I might forget them just as quickly if it isn't immediately relevant.

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Alignment: Chaotic good

Occupation: Ninja!

Love Interest(s): None, I'm aroace. But Zane Julien and Pixal Borg are my partners.

Likes: Being outside, heights, adventure

Dislikes: Boredom, shitty people

Fears: Ostracization, failure

Wishes: Ninjago's safety

Personality: I can be pretty chaotic and high-strung. I care a lot about my friends, and want to help others.

Favorite Color and Why: Green and purple, I can't choose. They're really fun and pretty colors.

Favorite Music and Why: Techno/punk. I just like it, I can't really give a reason.

Food: I love any and all noodles! Vegetable biang biang noodles are my favorite.

Literature: I don't really read a lot, I don't think I've had a favorite book since I was a kid.

Expressions: Do I have any that I use a lot? I don't think I do.

Favored Expletives: Fuck is way too versatile and fun to say for my own good

Manner of Transportation: Dragon, random vehicles, it's usually whatever we have on hand at the moment.

Hobbies: Video games, art, movies

Favorite Childhood Memory: Probably when my dad first took me in.

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Song: "Oh No!" By MARINA

Taste: I have no idea, how would I know what I taste like?

Smell: I mean, sweat usually. I like minty scents though.

Representation in Psychic Endeavors: Not applicable I think.

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: ENFP-T

Enneagram Type and Wing: Type 7, Wing 6

Character Flaws: Impatient, untrusting, overprotective, short-tempered

Mannerisms: Excitable, I talk too loud and gesture a lot.

Darkest Secret and Who Knows About it: I'd rather not share that here, only my teammates know.

Personal Triggers: Just. My mom as a whole. Manipulation, child abuse/neglect, etc.

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Extra Notes: None that I can think of.

Family Members, and relationship with each: Lian Windsor (mom), Morro (father), Ronin (unofficial adoptive dad)

This template is from @rpedia

#Ninjago #Lego Ninjago #LEGO: Ninjago #Ninjago OC #Lego Ninjago OC #LEGO: Ninjago OC #Ninjago RP #Lego Ninjago RP #LEGO: Ninjago RP #RP #OC #OC RP #Indie RP #Indie RP Ask Blog #OC Ask Blog

[deputy-buck]

Hii (lmfao sorry for being so late 😭)

3, 6, 17, 28, and 30 for the ask game please?

Hiiiiiii (its all good, I didn't even expect to get one (i only got one lmao) so late is great!!) Thank you for the ask!!

3. What’s your favorite candle scent?

BLACK TEA AND LEMON BY YANKEE CANDLE HOLY SHIT IT WILL MAKE YOU CUM IN YOUR PANTS IT SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD HHHHHHHH FUCK- I wish here was a deodorant that smells the same

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

I've always liked my eyes. Even though every self-insert character I make has green eyes, I think that's just me makin them Juuust different enough that it doesn't make me start disliking the character-

- My lips are a nice color, I've gotten compliments on them, not that that's why I like them 😂

(I'm counting this as physical hush) I have no physical reaction to gorey stuff. No heebie jeebies, I can stick my fingers inside the skull hole of a deer and scoop the brains out like it's just a normal day, peel its skin off, and break the necessary joints for quartering. No reaction other than gratefulness for the animal.

non-physical? I don't know myself well enough- idk I've always been stubborn on what matters, I hate peer pressure and won't succumb to it for jackshit. I also don't fuck with wishy-washy-ness, I love when people can change their view based on new information, but just bouncin back and force based on feelings irks my mulish side

I feel my moral compass is good, my distinction between fiction/reality, how I can always look at the relevant information of a situation and ignore the bullshit filler/biased wording.

I can daydream hours and hours of boredom away. It is a product of not havin friends as a kid, but I like that I don't need a physical form of entertainment lmaoooo

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

Both? They're both nice. I have a glowin moon that I can change colors and I turn it on every night. When there's a UFC event that runs past 10pm, I change it between red and blue depending on which fighter I'm rooting for, dorky I know😂

28. hugs or hand-holding?

Again both! I haven't hugged many people other than family, and have held maybe two or three people's hands??? I'm Aro so I don't go on dates that lead to hand holding- but I'll hold the fuck out of a friend's hand!

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Pine trees and pecan trees. Ever-present dew on the ground. Bass tuggin on the line in the morning and catfish tuggin on the line at night. The smell of diesel and the sound of a Cummins. Home-cooked dinners every night paired with a "Thank you, love you" to show mama gratitude. Table saws, sanders, and jointers running in sequence. The shout of "Dad's home!" ringin through the house.

so much reminds me of home I couldn't list it all but these are the most important ones I believe

From this ask game!

#buck brawls #ask game

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Courtside (Part 2): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Part 1

wc: 1.2k

tw: NSFW

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"New uniforms?"

Your vice-captain, Muna, is already wrist-deep in the cardboard box, pulling out the mass of tops, track pants, sweatshirts, and performance wear. And you're watching from your office, phone in hand.

"I took the opportunity to buy a few things you all might need for the season. It's getting really chilly, and I'd hate for any of you to catch a cold."

"Y/n! Come look!"

"You're doing a lot, Mr. Hatani," you reply to the man on the phone, ignoring your teammates. "But you're still suspicious to me."

A sigh. "I'd hoped you might have set that aside in light of all of the gifts I've been bestowing upon you." The chuckle on the end of the line makes you a little angry, but you set it aside in favor of a teasing jab.

"Men who buy women an excess of gifts tend to be overcompensating for the lack of... well, you already know." You wait for the insult to sink in, then murmur, "Have a good day, Mr. Haitani." You hang up the phone, smirking to yourself in triumph.

But when the invitation to dinner lands on your dressing room table three days later, it's apparent your tactics to figure out Ran Haitani aren't working.

Y/n,

Svalbard's after practice tonight?

Go to Neiman's and get something nice to wear. Here's my account number: 4682xxxxxxxx.

R.H.

Your lips press together immediately, trying to avoid the obvious sign of uncertainty from the other girls who are filing into the dressing room behind you.

"What's this?" Muna wonders, peeking over your shoulder at the creme paper and black handwriting. "A note?"

"Nothing," you grumble, trying to tuck it away into your duffle bag.

"Doesn't look like nothing," another girl replies, taking the note out of your hand quickly. "'Y/n, Svalbard's after practice tonight?'" she echoes, back to you as you try to pry the paper out of her hands. It's caught the attention of everyone else in the room, much to your dismay.

"Hey!" You grunt, jumping for the paper as she hands it to someone else, the girl chuckling as she reads.

"Go to Neiman's and get something nice to wear. Here's my accou..." She drifts off, eyes widening at the numbers in surprise. "R. H."

You finally snatch the item back, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and the energy you had to exert to get it back.

"Who is R.H?"

Muna already knows who it is - or at least one of the possible suspects - and her face smoothes out into a look of understanding almost immediately.

"It's a prank from the basketball players, I'm sure," she mutters, shaking her head. "They always do shit like this right before off-season."

_____________________________________________________________

Good food.

Good wine.

Better conversation.

You have to admit, Ran wined and dined his interests very well. So well that you didn't realize you were drunk until you slid into the Cadillac. And you - ever the fool - fell right into his la... uh, his trap.

"Y/n," Ran breathes, smiling into your neck that's dotted with expensive perfume. "You got a stylist to help you with the dress, didn't you?"

"Oh, this?" you giggle, running your hands over your green cowl neck slip dress. "It just called to me."

"Yeah?"

God, why are his lips so perfect?

Why does he talk so sweetly?

Why is he so nice?

"I'm nice because I want to be," Ran replies and it's only then that you realize you asked those questions out loud. "I know you don't trust me fully, so I'll be honest." Ran pulls at his tie, loosening it before pushing his hair back behind his ears. "I think you're beautiful. Not hot, but damn gorgeous. The team means a lot to you, and I want you to be happy." You raise a brow, a smile pulling at your lips. "And I also would very much like to fuck you. If you'll let me, of course."

"So you just want to fuck?" you grunt, leaning back in your seat.

"N-no," Ran blubbers. "Can I fuck you and be your boyfriend?"

Your answer comes later while you're laying on your back, legs around his waist. Ran is drunk, too, you notice. His cheeks are flushed red, and he's sloppily kissing you everywhere.

"Still think I'm overcompensating for something?"

"Oh, fuck..." you whine, letting Ran's cock drill into you sloppily.

"You gonna take back what you said?"

Hands press on your ankles, tugging them up further. Ran's cock reaches even deeper than before, causing your mouth to pop open as you gasp.

"No," you choke out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"No?" Ran pushes your legs down to your chest, taking full advantage of your flexibility. "That's not the word I was hoping to hear."

"Cum-- I'm gonna c--" His cock slides out of you instantly, leaving you on the precipice of an orgasm. "Ran!"

"Take it back, or I'll keep edging you."

Edging? How dare he--

"I meant what I said," you grit out, still reeling. Ran presses himself back into you, rubbing your clit and chuckling.

"I have all night, then."

By the third time he's edged you to your peak, you're shaking furiously, trying to keep your tears at bay.

"Just say 'I was wrong," Ran murmurs, his short hair tickling your forehead as he leans over you. "I'll forgive you and give you exactly what you need, baby."

"I..." You try the words out on your lips. "I was..."

"Go on, sweetheart," Ran urges you, tongue darting out to lick at your nipple deviously. "Finish it for me."

"I was..."

"You were...?"

"I was wrong," you whisper, and Ran's hands scoop under your hips, bringing you up to a sitting position in his lap, facing his purple eyes. They're flecked with mischief and amusement, and you look away, hands on his shoulders.

"That's all you had to say, y/n." He lifts you up a little, then nudges his cock past your slick folds for the fourth time.

"Fuck me," you breathe, sliding your hands up to his face as his hips meet yours. "Fuck me, Haitani." Your ass jiggles in his grip, breasts rubbing on his chest as you kiss him and rock back and forth on his length. It's the most pleasurable feeling, you note, to deny yourself something and then get it after a long wait.

That must be how he feels right now, too.

Ran's mouth opens to let out a soft moan, and you echo his sound eagerly, your slick making a wet sound while you ride him.

"Yeah... yeah, yeah..." Ran groans as you lean your head back, finally able to let go and cum for the first time all night. The shudder rips through you like an earthquake, raising goosebumps and shivers down your spine after your walls constrict around him rapidly. ran's balls hitch underneath you, and he smashes his lips to yours, holding you close as he cums inside of you.

When his cum is deep inside of you and you're laid across the bed, limp, Ran cleans you up with a towel, then climbs into the sheets beside you, pulling you against his tattooed chest.

"Felt good?"

"Mmm-hmm..." you exhale, eyes slowly drifting closed.

"Let me know if you want more. In the meantime, I'd like to take you out on another date. Is that alright with you?"

"Mmm-hmm." You wrap your arms around his torso, nestling into his heat. "Sounds like a plan." You're already halfway off to dreamland when Ran kisses you on the forehead, lacing his arm around you and inhaling the expensive perfume on your neck one last time before falling asleep there.

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[igotathingforvampires]

Marcus Volturi x Human F! Human || Their Mate being changed.

Who’s doing it????

He’s doing it.

Nope, don’t come NEAR his tiny mortal. Marcus has been overly protective. Like, mauling a vampire who had gotten a whiff of you and thought ‘oooo yum’ you’re not gifted, so you’re kind of a sitting duck. But he was so proud when you legit grabbed a book off the table and just flung it at this A-Hole’s head.

Promptly cuddles you after said mayhem, Caius is cleaning up laughing. Aro is put out because ‘what a rude person, we let him stay as a guest!! And he tries to eat her?!’

The guard know now, this tiny human is precious and nice and doesn’t mind that they eat humans, we like her and she is our cinnamon roll.

Marcus gets to change her. No one else. This was an area of contention Sulpricia wanted the honor as she wanted to be a mother figure, which she practically is to the entire coven.

Caius offered and almost got his head torn off.

You’re actually quite lucky because the Ancients know how to make the change quasi not painful. So having them fight over who changes you is comical as you sit and watch the verbal tennis match.

“But I want Marcus to do it.” Your tiny voice lifts over the din in the family room and everyone shrugs.

That settles it.

Marcus is on cloud nine.

Before The Change:

So, like I said the ancients can make things a bit less painful.

Alec is also there and you two are thick as thieves so he’s determined to cut off your pain come hell or high water.

Marcus basically gives you a last hurrah as a human.

You go to Disney World and Universal Studios.

And have an absolute blast with the inner Coven.

Jane and Alec are chasing one another with cotton candy.

Aro is trying to figure out why on earth humans go on death defying rides. Mortality must be so dull. Oh well let’s go on it anyway!!!

Sully and Dora buy all the cute things for their shared tower room (turns out they holed up in there to give a big middle finger to the men when they were being A-holes and now they just made it into a super haven for chicks.

There is a sign that says “No Male Identifying Folks” Very inclusive in their non inclusivity you tell them.

There is a photo of you all at Diagon Alley with everyone having their house colors— go figure you’re like the only Yellow in a sea of green.

You pulled Marcus into one of those photo booths and smacked a kiss on his cheek and absolutely adore the photo— granted the one after he had basically pinned you to the side and returned the sneak attack ten fold.

Then the other Kings and Queens piled into the small space and you all acted like utter idiots.

Those are private photos in the inner family room. And they never fail to make anyone laugh at how squished and HAPPY the human is.

You eat all the food at Epcot.

You get drunk. Like stupid drunk with Aro and it is hilarious— he is big brother and you two are drunk on a balcony at the Animal Kingdom pointing at the wildlife and singing in Italian and LAUGHING your asses off at each other.

Marcus and Caius babysit.

By the end of the week there are literally three albums full of the coven and guard having a blast. They haven’t had this much fun in ages, and so now this HAS to be an annual thing.

The Change/Waking Up:

Holy cow that was wild.

You’re so lucky Alec kept you under.

Because the first several moments after Marcus bit you was not pleasant AT ALL.

You’re in your private rooms with Marcus, but you aren’t aware of that as you lurch up from your nest of a bed and whip your head back and forth trying to figure out where the heck you are.

There are Aro and Caius in the background ready to help, cautious as Marcus smiles at you.

Holy Mary Joseph and the F*cking CAMEL he’s GORGEOUS.

All anyone notices is your eyes suddenly explode like a playful cat zeroing in on a string into pure black.

Aro: Uho

Caius: Knew it.

Marcus just smiled at you and opened his arms, "I missed you little one."

You launch off the bed and tackle him full force, “DARLING!” Your happy bell chime voice echos off the walls as he laughs despite the noisy landing you both have.

LOUD purring is coming from you both.

He's smothering you in a hundred kisses across your face as if he needs to memorize the features again now that you're changed.

The brothers leave.

FAST.

Obviously.

Things get R rated real quick folks.

You both literally cannot be pried apart. You are stuck like glue.

You're either lounging in the library.

You're in his lap during trial.

You're playing with Dora and Sully in the tower during more serious trials and then you all but tackle your mate down the flight of stairs when he arrives with a "hello my love."

"DARLING!" -THUMP BANG CRASH. Cue the baritone laugh of exasperation from your mate.

Your Newborn Year

You’re a F*cking Terror - Caius after you had thrown him across the training ground with a giggle.

.... Perhaps prudence is a good thing? - Aro after you had rearranged the entire living room-- he has to admit it looks divine. But omg. Child what happened. "I got bored."

Boredom is literally terrifying to the Volturi now.

Because if you're bored you WILL find something to do.

And usually it is death defying. Which is good that you're now immortal.

No really, in your Immortality you have no fear.

No gift?!

No no Caius would say THAT is your gift you have NO FEAR.

You went and hugged a grizzly bear.

Why because ‘what’s he gonna do say no? He can’t eat me.”

Wolves are your friends— Caius hates them too close to Children of the Moon smells. You have two and they are snuggle bears.

You pet a crocodile. and swam with gators in Louisiana.

Went and leapt out a plane.

Swam deep dive in the ocean, and booped a shark on the nose for getting too close because you don’t need to breathe and ‘the big meanie got too close for comfort’ Aro: darling sister in the ocean the shark is afraid of you.

Marcus has his hands full.

You were a savage little killer too when thirsty, but only hunted criminals like abusers and rapists. You refused to dine with Heidi’s fishing.

That was fine, Aro and Caius kept the dungeon’ stocked with food. Or blood bags in the kitchen.

You were a very good newborn, you don’t bite humans or other vampires UNLESS they upset you and that is a rarity.

But again…you have no fear so when they do you tear them limb from limb like a crazed banshee or drain them dry. Mostly it's for insulting Marcus.

“We should have known…. Look at Marcus…” Aro had said.

Everyone glances at the calm King reading a book on his throne while you're bundled under his robe with your head poking out like a tiny babushka ready for winter--- he's looking domestic and calm.....and then they recall the pile of vampire still smoking in the center of the throne room because someone had insulted his queen.

"Makes sense." all the vampires say together.

“Marcus let’s go to Paris!”

“Marcus let’s go check out New Orleans!!”

“Darling have you been to Egypt?”

"Where to next little one?" - Marcus who's just absolutely enthralled with your fervor for immortality.

Aro and Caius just let you globe trot for a while, Marcus gets out, he feels happy, you don’t tear Volterra to the ground because you are restless and curious.

It’s a win win really. Marcus facetimes for trials which is hilarious as Athenadora sits in for him and he gives his feedback-- with some points from you occasionally--

He has never felt so happy in his life than with you.

#Marcus Volturi