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theanonymousninja247 · 11 months ago

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Settled

This is a little somethin somethin inspired after this post by @mrabubu. Happy Really Late Birthday?

ANyHoO please listen to this song to set the mood

”So that's what I want to give them, as many forms of softness as I can.

Because everyone should have a little softness in their lives.

Including you, anon-chan.

And even if it has to be secret, even if it's just between you and four walls, I hope you do find some time to be soft.” ~ @luckycharms1701

Cookies and Cream Rating: 16+ and up please 🙏🏼

Settled

One of the things you don’t think you would ever get used to about living in these underground bunkers was just how cold it could get.

A constant temp of 50 something degrees in the summer. Or well…what used to be called summer. With the Kraang invasion and what not, the stupid aliens messed with your seasons in their attempt to make the Earth atmosphere more like their heralded “Dimension X.”

It wasn’t the only thing the stupid pink buggers had messed with besides the obvious glaring fact that they were attempting mass Earthen genocide and planetary colonization and what not.

No, the Kraang had a nasty habit of being unfairly unpredictable. Which made sense because they were, you know, aLiEnS. Aliens who had no need of following humans preferred sense of having at least SOME semblance of structure.

That unpredictability was causing its fair share of grief across the entire Resistance. Aliens, you had decided, had certainly lost their “awe factor” the minute they started to decimate the planet and permanently engrain “Raph Chasms” on every single face you passed.

A heavy disgruntled sigh escaped you at that thought, one face in particular coming to your concerned mind. A face who’s brow was often furrowed with the weight of said Kraang unpredictability.

One face that you had not seen all day even though he had promised to come to bed earlier just once he had finished planning for an upcoming Kraag ambush he was leading.

He had promised you that. 7. Hours. Ago.

You hated that that had become his norm of late. Granted, you knew that he had always struggled with insomnia, but usually if you smiled at him just right and caught him sitting down, you could get him to snuggle in close and at least take a nap.

Now though? You weren’t sure the last time you had even seen him with his eyes closed for more than a minute or two. It was almost to the point that his sleep hours were rivaling Donnie’s due to how miniscule and spaced out they were. It was starting to worry you. Even more so than usual.

You let out a soft hum of thought at that and shifted your feet in the direction of where you had left him last. Looks like desperate times really did call for desperate measures.

So with a plan of action once again set into play, you just shook your head wearily, tightened the worn blanket around your shoulders as your shield against the chilly bunker air, and marched off to find your stubbornly still awake man.

After wandering the ever puzzling interlocking halls and bunkers, you finally found him exactly where you had left him: stone faced with that ever deepening Raph Chasm on his brow with his gaze hyper-focused on the paperwork laid out in a heap in front of him.

His hand anxiously rubbed his chin, one that you had absently noticed that he had grown into rather nicely through out the years. While he forever seemed to face each day with his “devil may care” kind of attitude, you could see the way his eyes constantly flicked around. His movements only emphasizing the fact as he seemed more…agitated than usual, lacking that oh so signature lithe agility that always seemed to accompany him.

You stepped up to the doorway frame, a small frown pursing your lips as you watched him mutter to himself, pacing around the table in thought as though his nerves would never let him settle. Resting your shoulder against the frame of the doorway as a support, you wrapped the blanket more snugly around your shoulders, pulling the fabric in a slowly tightening fist as you watched Leo with an ever deepening “Raph Chasm” of your own.

Ever vigilante, always watching, ever the ninja lying in wait. It was only in these small private moments when you could see the facade of bravado fall and the religiously clandestine truth finally rise to the surface.

It was a truth. A statement of unchanging fact that was never to be eroded with time.

Leo never settled.

He really was never one to stay still. A line used from an old videogame you used to play, would often come to mind when you watched him pace like this: “The Endless Spirit of Timeless Unrest” or however it went.

Part of you wondered if this…ansgty unrest… was because he genuinely cared for these missions. Or if it was more of some desperate attempt to try and redeem himself for what he considered was his unforgivable sin.

Yes, Leo never settled.

Well…at least until now.

You smirked softly at that thought and adjusted in the doorway, taking a step forward as you softly called out.

“Leo.”

Hm. Nothing.

“Leo.”

Still nada. He had moved at least, this time his hands coming to brace either side of the table as he all but hunched over the strategy plans like some geriatric gargoyle.

“Leonardo Hamato.”

Interesting. Even the full name had no response. Leo must really have been in the zone if not even the full seven syllables could grasp his attention. This was more serious than you thought. Looks like it was time to pull out the big guns.

“Oh Husband~...”

Leo’s head shot up at the gentle croon of your voice with a speed that you could have sworn would have popped a blood vessel, his eyes immediately zoning in on you in the doorway.

He snapped to attention, immediately stretching to his full height as his body went tense at the perceived danger at the sound of your voice. Your eyes immediately followed the movement, watching as the body of intimidation, the weapon of the “Greatest Ninja in the World” literally rose in front of you.

You would never breathe a word of it, never in a million years, but such a look directed at you from Leo always made you feel like a chicken being circled by a fox.

Something of a dance of death, a toying tease as you awaited with baited breath for the inevitable strike. It was only for a moment, it was always only just for a moment, but it admittedly would make you freeze, have your stomach clenching, at the intense look in his eye.

You knew Leo would never hurt you. Well, at least not until recognition flicked across his gaze.

He just stared at you with that ever impenetrable gaze before shifting into his more familiar dastardly delicious, one sided, smirk that forever seemed plastered onto his face. Except this time, the smirk was a little bit more sheepish, looking the picture of a naughty child with their hand stuck in the proverbial cookie jar.

Leo was caught. You knew it. He knew it. And he knew that now you were here, there was no chance of getting out of it.

So Leo did what Leo always does, turned on that signature “Face Man Charm” to try and slip out of trouble. In a voice that just happened to be a little bit lower and perchance a hint more sensual than normal, Leo all but purred out, ”Oh hey~ Didn’t see you there. What’s up?”

Your eyebrow quirked up at the sound of the attempted burr in his voice, and you couldn’t help but shake your head with an amused roll of your eyes. Keeping the blanket wrapped snugly around your shoulders, you pushed yourself off from the door frame and sauntered forward till you reached Leo’s side. Placing one hand on your hip, you looked up at him with a soft smirk and quipped off a dry reply, “Obviously. What’s up is you apparently. Do you have any idea how late it is?”

Leo blinked owlishly at you for a moment before he let out a very confident, “Uhhhhh…n-no?”

The flat look you shot at him at his very convincing reply, had him wincing slightly. Your arms came up to fold exasperatedly around you with a small cock of your hip. Leo’s eyes flicked to your body with the motion, and he wouldn't meet your eye, choosing to instead shoot you another sheepish smile and nervously rub the back of his neck. When he saw that you were not having it, Leo’s smile dropped, and he held both of his hands up placating with a heavy sigh.

“Look, you don’t even need to say anything. I know. I know I promised, I’m sorry Love, but I just really need to have this all hammered out before-”

“Abepbep, let me stop you right there, Cowboy.”

You didn’t even let Leo finish before you raised a hand to cut him off, pressing your fingers against his lips. The motion obviously surprised Leo, all with the face touching, being a red-eared-slider and what not, effectively shutting him up for the time being. You tried to bite back a smirk at the thought of using Leo’s own biological behaviors against him to assert dominance in the moment, but hey, desperate times called for desperate measures and whatever.

You looked up at him and slowly shook your head, letting out a sad chuckle as you reached out to gently slide your hand over his cheek, down his arm until you could finally capture his hand. Maintaining eye contact with him, you slowly curled his hand into a fist and held it snugly over yours. Slowly raising it up so you could press a soft kiss to the back of his knuckles, murmuring softly into the cool skin.

“Boy, you are just as bad as Donnie. I figured if you weren’t coming to bed, I’d just bring bed to you instead.”

Now Leo was never one to lose his cool; it was something he was actually rather proud of, keeping his head in the heat of the moment and what not. But there was something about the way that you looked up at him, holding and kissing his hand like that, that got him feeling some kind of way.

He tried to resist, he really did, but admittedly he was getting kind of tired and he maaaaay or may not be somewhat distracted by the way the blanket looked so invitingly wrapped around you and how his loose shirt was beginning to slip, showing off the delicate and smooth curve of your shoulder.

Leo cleared his throat and quickly turned his head, a muscle thumping in his jaw as he tried to hide the sudden warmth that was heating up his cheeks. He stammered out, his voice soft and apologetic as he lowered his hand with yours.

“Look, Love, I-I can’t…”

At hearing Leo’s quiet and hesitant denial, your heart sank, and suddenly the bunker just felt that much colder. He really was serious about this, and you didn’t think anything you could say or do in the moment would change his mind.

You continued to look up at him searchingly, his hand still being held tightly with yours as you watched with growing worry at the way his eyes creased on the side, at the hollowness found there and the furrow further deepening on his brow.

Sure, he wasn’t going to change his mind, but that didn’t mean you were going to let him keep standing on duty like this. Not if you, as a good wife, had anything to say about it.

Shaking your head with a small huff, you reached up with your one free hand to adjust the slipping blanket, not wanting to let go of Leo with the other now that you had his attention, and took a step back tugging Leo along.

“Oh very well, you can still work, but at least come sit down. It’ll help you get a new angle at least.”

Leo stumbled slightly with the tug, blinking in surprise that you had even gotten him to move. He must have been more tired than the both of you had previously thought. But he just fondly rolled his eyes with a small sigh of his own, reaching behind him to swiftly grab his papers before you dragged him off to who knows where.

“Goodness! So bossy.”

Leo all but chortled to which you respond with a dry chuckle, playfully shooing Leo backwards until his legs hit the back of a couch that had been left in the corner of the room. Without giving him a chance to recalibrate, you all but shove him down onto said couch, and plopped down next to him to prevent any chance of escape. To further ensure your snare, you unwrapped the blanket and gently shifted it until it was resting on top of the both of y’all, effectively nestling y’all under the fabric together.

You chuckled with a shake of you head as you pulled your legs up onto the couch and turned so you could nestle into Leo’s side with a soft smirk, gently slapping his plastron.

“Maybe, just a little but that's because your stubborn arse won't listen to anything else. Now be a good husband and put your arm around me.”

It was turn for Leo’s eyebrow ridge to raise at the slight demand, and he just chuckled softly, obliging you as he lowered his arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his plastron.

“Yes Mrs. Hamatoooo.”

You rolled your eyes at the slight whine in his tone with a soft huff and squirmed a little to get more comfortable. To do so, and to just cover all your bases in making sure Leo was NOT going anywhere, you lazily threw your arm over Leo’s waist and snuggled in close. You nuzzled your nose against his plastron with a soft mutter as sleep began to already encroach on the corners of your mind now that you were next to him.

“Well someone has to keep you humble.”

Leo looked down at you in surprise as you wrapped your arm around him, that all too familiar heat beginning to crawl up his cheeks. You really were a little Mrs. Feisty Pants weren't you? Not that he minded or anything. It was honestly one of the things he adored about you, being able to call him out like that and doing so in such a way that always made him feel like a million bucks. Still, he didn’t think he’d ever get used to you actively and consistently reaching out for him like this.

He couldn’t hold back the soft smirk that inched across his face as he saw the sleepy expression cross yours and before he had even realized he had even done it, found himself leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Good, I’d miss it if you ever stopped.”

You let out a small snicker at that, your nose wrinkling at the brush of his lips against your crown and reached up to cover Leo’s face with your hand, playfully pushing him away.

“Shhhhh shhh baby, it’s sleepy time.”

Leo chuckled at your pet name, and you could feel more than hear the rumble against you ear as you all but lean up against his chest. He slowly rubbed a palm up and down your blanket covered arm before leaning to press another absentminded kiss with a soft mumble.

“Naw, it’s time for you to get some sleep, Love. I still have some work to do.”

You let out a small grunt at that, your face scrunching in a small pout as you instinctively tightened your arm around his waist, your hand coming to mirror his as it slowly stroked up and down the side scutes of his plastron.

“Fiiiiiine…just…don’t stay up too late, mkay?”

Leo’s smirked softened at the obvious worry and displeasure in your tone and the feeling of affectionate tenderness grew as he watched your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as you vainly tried to stay up. His hand continued its slow trek against your arm, and his voice dropped into a sacred whisper, not wanting you to stay up any more than you have to.

“Don’t worry Love, I won't.”

So back to work Leo went. Er…at least tried to. There was just one teeny tiiiiiny itsy bitsy wee little factor that was preventing him from doing so.

Work. Was not working.

Leo’s brain could be described to something akin to an egg on the summer concrete the way it felt so fried. Nothing was clicking. Even the “new angle” as you so called it, was not helping in the slightest. Shell, he’d be staring at this page for so long that the words had started to swim like little black fish between his eyes.

A hand came up to slowly drag down the length of Leo’s face accompanied with a most exhausted sigh. Yeah, he wasn’t getting anywhere with this tonight.

As if to emphasize said point, like the Universe itself was trying to grab his attention, Leo’s tympanum was caught by the subtle sound that had begun to escape from your parted lips as you all but lounged against his plastron. Leo blinked in surprise at the feeling of the heavy -laded breath that brushed across his chest before his lips curled up into a soft smirk at said sound.

A sound that could only be described as a snore. Just a light little thing, more of a exhale of air than an actual sound. But it was the fact that you only snored when you were completely out of it.

Leo chuckled softly at the thought as he placed his paperwork onto the ground next to the couch and with his now free hand, curling a knuckle to gently knock your chin up so as to prevent you from drooling against him. It wouldn't be the first time.

Your face instantly scrunched up into a small frown at the displeasure of having something touch you in your sleep, and you instinctively raised a hand to swat against the unseen foe. Letting out a disgruntled little mumble, you shifted against Leo’s side, curling into him as if to try to hide your face against the intrusion.

Leo’s smirk softened with fond amusement at your decidedly very grumpy face. You were always just so expressive, even in sleep, and he would never tire from trying to memorize each and every face that you would make. Even if he had to be a little turd at times to do so.

Still, you must have not minded, not really, not if you had continued to stick around like you did. Even going as far to marry this poor sap of a turtle he’d become.

He didn’t understand it, and he supposed that he never really would. Understand the fact that you could drop all walls and just fall asleep so quickly next to him without even a second thought. Mikey had said something in passing once that people only fell asleep in places where they felt safe or secure. And Leo, for the life of him, couldn’t fathom what he had done that made you feel safe enough to do so around him.

Acting on pure instinct, Leo couldn’t help but reach up from where his hand had rested against your jaw to instead lightly trace between your brows, trying to ease the tension that had formed there with a gentle massage of his thumb. Watching with satisfaction at how with each stroke across your brow and cheek line, your eyelashes fluttered and you all but further slumped into his hand, the tension leaving you with a soft sigh.

While your brow smoothed, Leo’s own brow furrowed, and his hand went still while cupping your cheek.

How on earth could you feel safe? How could you still reach out for him, still care about him, after everything he had done?

He was the reason that the entire world was in this mess, the reason behind every “Raph Chasm” on the faces of the people who passed by, and why you couldn’t sleep soundly anymore unless he was there.

You and his brothers had told him repeatedly that what had happened wasn’t his fault, that there were more pieces at play then he could have ever handled. Despite all the reassurances, all the never ending support and dedication, it was in these still quiet moments, Leo found himself being haunted by the shadows of his own consuming demons.

This was his fault.

All of this was his fault.

And yet despite this, despite all the destruction and heartache his stupid stupid pride and self ego had caused, you still wanted him. You still could stand to even be in his presence, to still care and call him friend.

Enough so that you had…you wanted…you asked if he wanted…would be willing to create a future with you.

Leo’s breath hitched softly at the thought as he looked down at you, curled up so tightly against him, sleeping peacefully at his side like everything was right in the world now that you were close to him.

The realization that THAT is what you felt about him made his hand begin to tremble slightly against your skin.

Not wanting the chance of his shaky hand to disturb your slumber, Leo quickly slid his hand from your face, back to cup your shoulder instead, thoughts of any previous failures or work fading away the instant he could feel the warmth of your body through the blanket underneath his hand, grounding him instantly into the present.

Feeling that warmth, that comforting and grounding weight, Leo suddenly decided that while you were close sitting by his side like this, you weren’t close enough.

He wanted more, wanted more of you.

Moving ever so carefully, only as a well seasoned ninja could, Leo gently wrapped both of his arms around the back of your shoulders as he slowly fell backwards onto the couch, pulling you in tow until you were resting on top of him, laying flush upon his plastron.

The sudden shift of positions had you stirring from sleep, causing you to let out a soft questioning hum as your head blearily raised from Leo’s chest.

Leo acted instinctively not wanting you to awake and to possibly see the unbidden moisture that had begun to form in his eyes, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head and gently push it back down to strategically rest against above his heart.

“Shhh shh, it's just me Love, just me. I’m finally going to get some sleep now. You ok with being my weighted blanket for a little bit eh?”

Not waiting or really wanting a response, Leo’s hand came up to gently card his fingers through your hair in long smooth strokes, hoping to soothe you back into sleep. He watched with satisfaction as your eyes began to flutter close again and you let out a soft appreciative hum, resting more heavily against him into his hand. He couldn’t help but smirk softly at the feeling. Everybody had their happy spots, he supposed.

Leo could understand why. He knew that you tried your very best to take care of you tresses as best as one could during an alien invasion. But what he didn’t know was what woman magic you wielded here during the apocalypse that still made your hair silky smooth as it was. It was so soft. You were so soft.

His hand absentmindedly ran over the curve of your back and shoulders, always amazed at the slight give of your skin against the pressure of his hand. It made him think of how you were always giving, in every way you could. To him, to the rest of the Resistance, to every single soul who had the privilege of coming into contact with you. Such softness and warmth couldn’t be contained, to the point that it was engraved upon every inch of your delicate frame.

Being a good-for-nothing ninja turtle, who was created literally to be a weapon, a tool, Leo didnt think he'd ever get the opportunity to be soft with someone with someone like this. Have the chance to take comfort in someone else’s body and presence, or have someone take comfort in the likes of him.

And yet here you were, resting on top of him, locked within the protection of his arms, sleeping as soundly as a babe.

It surprised him even in the beginning of y’alls relationship. It still surprised him to this day because Leo, didn’t think he deserved anything good. Not ever again.

Leo looked down at you. If it were not for the heat and the comforting weight of you on top of him, he was pretty sure that he was dreaming. But for once, it wasn't a dream. Wasn't just a passing wish. No, you were here. You were really here. And that was all that mattered.

Cradling you closer with one arm wrapping around your shoulders, Leo pulled you protectively flush up against his plastron. His other hand coming to gently dig his fingers through your hair at the back of your head, cradling you close enough that he could press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

His lips lingering over your skin as he absentmindedly peppered slow kisses on your crown and hair at random intervals whenever the affectionate urge hit, indulging in the tenderness that only comes out in these small moments.

Leo would fight any number of Kraang, plan as many ambushes as needed, and take any and every single chance if it meant he could keep you close like this.

Maybe, just maybe. For this one moment, he could let go. Leo could believe in good things again, he could believe in life, settle down and just appreciate this little tender moment with you.

Special thanks to my Beloved L’appel du Vide and @anobodyinabog for being my beta readers!

As well as a shout out to @firefly-graphics for the beautiful dividers!

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gray-ace-space · 1 year ago

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absolutely gorgeous

Pride Angels 2024

All my planned Pride Angels for this year's upcoming pin campaign. I will spend the next few months leading up to the campaign polishing these designs, adding shading and so on. Minor edits to be expected. Subscribe to the pre-launch page to be notified when the campaign is live!

Since the polls were close on a few designs, the following alternate designs will be made available as well.

Below the cut is the list of flags and FAQ.

Here are all the flags.

Abrosexual

Achillean

Agender

Ally

Aroace

Aromantic

Asexual

Bigender

Bisexual

Cupioromantic

Cupiosexual

Demiboy

Demigender

Demigirl

Demiromantic

Demisexual

Diamoric

Gay

Genderfae

Genderfaun

Genderfluid

Genderflux

Genderqueer

Intersex

Lesbian

Lithosexual

Neptunic

Nonbinary

Omnisexual

Pangender

Pansexual

Polyamorous

Polysexual

Queer

Queerplatonic

Questioning

Rainbow/Progress Pride

Sapphic

Toric

Transgender

Trixic

Uranic

Voidpunk

Pride Angels FAQ

What is Pride Angels?

It is my series of angel designs in the colors of different Pride flags. I am planning to make the Pride Angels into stickers, pins, keychains, patches, and lanyards. The campaign is planned for June 2024, after Angelology IV. You can follow the pre-launch page to be notified when the campaign launches.

Can you draw X for the Pride Angels series?

Before inquiring, please check that your request is not already complete! I am not taking requests for any new flags at this time, but read on for how you can request a Pride Angel during the pin campaign. After I complete this series this year, I am not planning to make any more Pride Angels.

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If you would like to request a Pride Angel, I will have a pledge tier available in the pin campaign to pay to request one. Outside these pledge tiers I will not be accepting any requests. Please save your requests for the pin campaign!

If you nab one of the design request pledges, you can request a flag and optionally suggest a theme or inspiration. If I shared a design you liked that I ended up not going with, you could request that too.

Where can I find the 2022 Pride Angels merch?

Most of the past Pride Angels have been discontinued in my main shops, but you can still find them as pins, stickers, keychains, and patches with my stockists.

I liked an old design better. Will the old designs be available during the campaign?

Depending on order quantity I will make the 2022 Pride Angels available as stickers, keychains, pins, and patches. If they don’t meet the order threshold they will not be funded.

Can I draw a Pride Angel too?

Of course, I don’t own angels or Pride flags! If I inspired you I would love to be tagged to see and share your design.

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monarch-of-jack · 1 year ago

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I might be the only one here. But the reason I feel conflicted when I see people shipping and sexualizing Aspec characters, is because I don't trust most of you to be respectful about it. Not to mention some of you straight up arent.

Yes, Aspecs are an incredibly diverse group of people. I KNOW. I've been in their circles for well over 10 years. But do you all really care about that?

If you don't, then you're really just using it as an excuse to ignore their identities.

Let me make it very clear that I support exploring ALL the nuanced ways that someone can be Aspec. We are so much more varied than just sex-repulsed Aces and romance-repulsed Aros. (Though those are still valid experiences, don't shit on them!)

There are Allosexual Aromantics. There are Alloromantic Asexuals. Aspecs in Queerplatonic Relationships. Grey-Aspecs, Demi-Aspecs, Oriented AroAces, Cupio-, Flux-, Lith-, Fray-, Recipro- Aego-, and a million other types of Aspecs. It's a huge spectrum.

And orientation doesn't equal action. There are sex/romance favorable Aspecs. There are kinky & kink favorable Aspecs. Aces that have and have had sex for whatever reason. Aros that are and have been in romantic relationships for whatever reason. Maybe they felt pressured. Maybe they were experimenting. Maybe they were still finding themselves. Maybe they were forced. Maybe they do it for their partner. Maybe they do it for money or their image. Maybe they just like it despite lacking attraction. Aspecs are people. They are all different and all equally valid in how they live their lives.

A character being Aspec literally just means they're lacking attraction in one way or another. So there's still endless possibilities in creating canon and fanon for them.

But are most of you really shipping characters like Alastor, Peridot, Jughead and co. as Aspecs, or are you looking for excuses to disregard their identity?

Have you actually educated yourself about their identities so you can portrait them accurately and respectfully? Are you infantilizing and patronizing them or make them act stupid? Do you make them pitiful, antisocial, or 'difficult to deal with'? Are you arguing with Aspec people when they point out something is problematic? Are you accepting input from Aspec people? Do you explain that you're shipping/sexualizing that Aspec character because of your specific headcanon or AU? Do you get angry if you have to clarify that after the fact? If you as an Allo, ship or sexualize Aspec characters, do you really do it with them still being Aspec?

The thing is, you can. But a lot of you don't. And that's why Aspec people react defensifely.

We have little to no representation in the media as it is. And yet you're annoyed when we ask you not to diminish or erase their identities.

I want to see Aspecs in all kinds of situations and with all sorts of preferences. But way too many of you are ready to shit on Aspec identities to get your fanon out.

I could go on for days about this. But the fact that some of you will get angy that I even made this post is exactly what I'm talking about.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #asexual #aromantic #aroace #aspec #jughead #riverdale #peridot #steven universe #demisexual #greysexual #demiromantic #greyromantic #aspec community #aspec pride

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charlie-lottie · 5 months ago

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✦✧✦ ⋯ Lithromantic | Литромантик

[ The flag was created by me ; Can be used ]

– orientation for those who experience romantic attraction, but do not want or need reciprocity.

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– ориентация для тех, кто испытывает романтическое влечения, но не хотят или не нуждаются во взаимности.

Mentions / Tags: @radiomogai @acronym-chaos @kiruliom @rwuffles @flutteringwings-coining

#Lithromantic #Lithromantic flag #Lithromantic alt flag #Lith #Lith flag #Aro #aro spec #arospec #aro flag #Aro spec flag #A spec #A-spec #Aspec #A spec flag #queer #mogai #mogai term #mogai flag #alt flag

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gray-ace-space · 1 year ago

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oh for sure

potentially weirdly controversial take but i feel like stone identifies and ace/aro identities are kind of…brothers in arms

#ace #acespec #aro #arospec #lith #stone #txt

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aziphafala · 6 months ago

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Happy holidays @writerman as part of @twilight-secret-gift-exchange !!!!

I’ve been wanting to write another fanfiction about Aro and this was the perfect time for that!! Here’s an Aro x Garret fanfiction:

Garrett wiped the blood from his face with a self-satisfied smirk. He was the kind of vampire who enjoyed toying with his prey, especially on nights when boredom gnawed at him more than hunger. What was the harm in a little indulgence? This one had been particularly spirited, her desperate will to survive driving her deeper into the dark forest. Not that it had done her any good, of course.

He rolled his eyes, already feeling the familiar weight of boredom settle back in. The hunt had been a fleeting distraction, a momentary thrill. He wasn’t hungry enough to bother seeking out another unfortunate human, not tonight.

Glancing around, Garrett took in the stillness of the forest. It was concealed in shadows, the trees standing tall and silent, their branches weaving intricate patterns against the moonlit sky. The forest was always at its most beautiful at night, he thought. With nothing better to occupy him, he set off for a walk, letting the quiet wilderness envelop him.

Garrett prided himself on his instincts—he wasn’t a fool, no matter what some might think. It didn’t take long for him to realize he wasn’t alone in the woods. The signs were unmistakable: the faint rustle of leaves that didn’t belong to the wind, the subtle shift in the air that carried a presence he couldn’t ignore.

Anyone would be unnerved under these circumstances, and Garrett was no exception. His unease wasn’t weakness; it was survival! That is what he told himself as the atmosphere around him changed, the serene beauty of the forest giving way to something darker, more foreboding. His senses sharpened as he picked up his pace, his steps quick and deliberate.

For a fleeting moment, doubt crept in. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was this paranoia, a figment of a restless imagination? Garrett forced himself to slow, taking a steadying breath. There was no sense in running from shadows that weren’t there.

But his doubts evaporated in an instant when a dark figure leaped from the trees, landing silently mere feet in front of him.

The figure was cloaked in black, the fabric flowing like shadows around it, shrouding its presence in an enigmatic aura. It was smaller than Garrett, slender and lithe, its features obscured by the hood that covered most of its face. Only the cascade of long, jet-black hair spilling over its shoulders hinted at something more beneath the veil of darkness.

Before Garrett could react, the figure’s hand darted forward, pale and impossibly smooth, brushing against the exposed skin of his forearm. The touch was brief, almost gentle, yet it sent a shock of awareness coursing through him. The hand retreated just as swiftly, the moment lingering like an unspoken question.

With a deliberate motion, the figure reached up and pulled back its hood. Garrett’s eyes widened as the face was revealed.

It was a man—a vampire, his ancient nature evident in the marble-like petrification of his flawless skin. Time had worn its mark on him, yet it hadn’t dulled his beauty. In fact, it seemed to have refined it, sharpening every feature into something both haunting and ethereal.

Garrett couldn’t look away. He wasn’t one to linger on appearances, but there was no denying it: this man was striking. So striking, in fact, that he must have been breathtaking even in his human life.

Garrett wasn’t prepared for the voice that followed—a smooth, silken tone that slipped effortlessly into the space between them.

“Ah, Garrett,” the man said, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’ve heard about you. Such a pity we haven’t had the chance to meet before.”

The words hung in the air, and Garrett struggled to process them. His mouth opened, then shut again, his mind scrambling for a response. He knew he should say something—anything—but the sudden attention left him uncharacteristically tongue-tied.

“Uh, yeah, who—who are you?” he finally managed, the words tumbling out awkwardly. Immediately, he regretted how clumsy he sounded.

The raven-haired man chuckled, a quiet, melodious sound that only deepened Garrett’s embarrassment. “Why, I’m hurt,” the man said, his tone light with mock offense. “You’ve heard of me—no?”

There was a teasing lilt in his voice, as if he already knew the answer to his question. His amusement only heightened Garrett’s discomfort, though it was impossible to ignore the strange magnetism radiating from the stranger.

For a moment, Garrett considers lying. He doesn’t fully understand why he feels so drawn to this stranger—this vampire—but there’s an inexplicable urge not to disappoint him. It’s a peculiar feeling, as though the disapproval of the strikingly beautiful figure before him would be unbearable. With his sleek, long black hair and captivating eyes, the stranger’s gaze holds a strange patience that seems to peel back Garrett’s defenses.

He decides against the lie, unsure he could maintain it under the intensity of those piercing eyes.

“I—uh, can’t say I have. But I wouldn’t mind getting to know you now,” Garrett stammers, cringing internally at his pitiful attempt at flirting.

The stranger, however, doesn’t seem to mind. His smirk widens, playful and almost predatory. He steps closer, his movements unnervingly graceful, and stops only when the space between them is nearly nonexistent.

Garrett could’ve sworn he felt a phantom beat from his unyielding, silent heart. Before he can question the sensation, the man leans in, his cool lips brushing the shell of Garrett’s ear.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll get to know each other, one way or another,” the stranger murmurs, his voice dripping with sickly sweet charm.

A smile, sharp and knowing, lingers on the man’s lips as he pulls back. Then, with a single fluid motion, he vanishes into the woods, leaving Garrett standing there, frozen and breathless.

— — — —

It’s been two months.

Two months.

Sixty-one days.

And still—still, Garrett can’t stop thinking about him. He can’t get his mind off that sleek black hair, those mesmerizing scarlet eyes. God, he doesn’t think there’s been a single moment since that strange encounter where he hasn’t stopped to dwell on the lithe figure cloaked in darkness. The memory consumes him, drives him mad, pushes him to the brink of feral obsession.

His killing sprees have multiplied, and though he knows he needs to find another outlet, nothing seems to work. Nothing keeps his mind off him.

That is precisely how Garrett finds himself at Carlisle’s doorstep.

Even after all this time, he considers Carlisle one of his closest—if not the closest—friends.

When Carlisle opens the door, surprise flashes across his face. “Garrett,” he says, his voice carrying a mix of warmth and curiosity.

It has been a while, indeed.

— — — — —

Carlisle had been kind enough to let him in without prying—at least, not at first. But now, as they sat on the couch, the questions came pouring out. Garrett, slouched against the cushions, didn’t feel like answering any of them. He definitely wasn’t in the mood to explain what had him so worked up.

Carlisle, perceptive as ever, seemed to see right through him. Garrett’s gaze flickered to the rest of the Cullens, who had gathered nearby, their curious eyes fixed on him. The weight of their attention made him shift uncomfortably. He frowned, dropping his gaze to the floor, wishing they would just look away.

Sensing his unease, Carlisle stood and gestured for Garrett to follow him. They moved silently through the hallways, Carlisle leading him to his office. Garrett knew the illusion of privacy was just that—an illusion. With their enhanced hearing, the others could still pick up every word.

But even so, Garrett appreciated the pretense. Sometimes, the illusion was

The air in the office was thick with tension, a palpable weight that pressed down on both of them. Carlisle’s worried expression only fueled Garrett’s frustration. It was maddening—the way Carlisle’s concern seemed to strip him bare, exposing emotions Garrett wasn’t ready to confront.

He didn’t even know why he’d come here. All he’d known was that he needed to talk to someone, anyone. But now, standing in Carlisle’s office under that piercing, empathetic gaze, he wanted nothing more than to shut himself off entirely.

How utterly annoying.

Garrett looked around, his mind scrambling for something—anything—to say. But the train of thought screeched to a halt when his eyes landed on a large painting hanging on the wall. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked onto a pair of familiar red eyes—those scarlet eyes staring back at him.

“Garrett? What’s wrong?” Carlisle’s voice was faint, a distant hum drowned out by the roaring in his ears. Garrett couldn’t look away.

“What... the fuck,” he muttered, his voice barely audible as he pointed to the painting. The intensity in his tone immediately drew Carlisle’s attention to the artwork.

“Carlisle, what the fuck is that?” Garrett demanded, his voice trembling, a mixture of shock and something deeper, something raw.

Carlisle sighed heavily behind him. “Yes, I know. I’m not proud of it,” he admitted, his tone tinged with regret.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Garrett snapped, his confusion mounting.

Carlisle hesitated, his gaze dropping, an expression Garrett could only describe as shame crossing his features. “When I was a young vampire, I spent some time with the Volturi. I—”

“Volturi?” Garrett’s voice rose sharply, cutting him off. His hand reached out to the painting, fingers grazing the figure in the center with a reverence he didn’t fully understand. The brushstrokes didn’t just capture beauty—they exuded it, radiating the same allure that had haunted him for months.

“Carlisle, who is this?” Garrett asked, desperation cracking through his voice. His hand shook as he traced the painted silhouette, his mind already spinning with the answer he feared and craved.

Carlisle’s brows shot up in surprise. “Do you mean… Aro?” he asked, gesturing to the very figure that had haunted Garrett’s every thought for months.

Garrett froze, his mind reeling. He was certain he felt his eye twitch as the name echoed in the room like a revelation.

“Holy shit... holy shit,” he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else, the weight of it crashing down on him.

Of course he knows the Volturi—every vampire does. They’re like royalty, the ruling family of their kind. But Garrett has never seen them. He’s heard the stories, though, especially about Aro. Supposedly the leader, the most terrifying of them all. Over the years, Garrett had crafted an image of the man in his mind—cold, cruel, and imposing.

Nothing about that mental picture had prepared him for the reality.

The man he saw couldn’t possibly be that alluring, that breathtakingly beautiful. It defied belief, and yet the memory of him was burned into Garrett’s mind, impossible to shake.

He had to see him again. The thought alone felt like oxygen to a drowning man. If he didn’t, he’d spiral into madness—he was sure of it.

The question was how. He could return to the forest and hope for another chance meeting, but that felt foolish, like relying on luck. Or he could go to Volterra, straight to the Volturi’s seat of power, and seek him out.

The idea sent a jolt through him—dangerous, reckless, yet irresistible. He didn’t know how or why, but he felt an unrelenting pull toward the man. Toward Aro.

Aro.

His name pounded in Garrett’s mind like a relentless chant, ringing in his ears, consuming his every thought.

Carlisle stepped closer, his hand resting gently on Garrett’s shoulder, a gesture meant to calm him. But Garrett was far beyond reason. He shook his head, his voice tight with urgency. “I have to go. Now. Thank you, Carlisle.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and bolted, leaving an utterly bewildered Carlisle in his wake.

He ran—faster than he’d ever remembered running, his surroundings a blur of motion and muted colors. The wind whipped past him, icy and biting, but he didn’t care. Every step pounded with purpose, with desperation. He wasn’t even sure how long he had been running before the familiar scent of pine and damp earth filled his nose.

The forest.

He had returned to the same place where it had all begun, two months ago.

Garrett stumbled to a stop, his body taut with tension as he surveyed the clearing. The memories rushed back, vivid and overwhelming: the way Aro had looked at him, the sound of his voice, the sheer intensity of his presence.

He stood there, motionless, his eyes wide and wild, breaths hitching in his throat despite the fact that he didn’t need them. His fingers twitched at his sides as he scanned the shadows of the forest, waiting for something—anything.

Silence.

The emptiness struck him like a physical blow. He felt a bitter pang of disappointment sharp enough to make his knees wobble. For a fleeting, irrational moment, he wanted to throw himself to the ground and scream into the void, to curse the absence of the man who had undone him so completely.

How could this be?

How could one fleeting encounter with that wretched man have such a profound impact on him? He’d met him once. Once. And yet Aro’s presence lingered in his mind like a stubborn ghost, taunting him, calling to him.

He clenched his fists, staring into the dark expanse of the trees. His breaths came unevenly, not out of necessity but from the overwhelming frustration and longing coursing through him.

Garrett’s jaw tightened as he forced himself to calm, though his heart—silent and unyielding—seemed to echo the name that now defined his obsession.

Aro.

He couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not until he tried.

“Finally,” a smooth, familiar voice said, cutting through the silence like a blade. “I was beginning to suspect you weren’t coming back at all.”

Garrett spun around so quickly it almost made him dizzy. His eyes widened, and his breath hitched at the sight of the man standing behind him.

“You!” he shouted, storming toward Aro, his voice a mixture of rage and desperation. “What the fuck did you do to me?!”

Aro remained perfectly composed, his expression calm except for the faintest arch of a brow. “Do to you? Whatever do you mean?” His tone was light, almost amused—mocking, even—and it made Garrett’s hands twitch with the urge to rip that infuriating smirk off his ridiculously gorgeous face.

Aro stepped closer, but Garrett wasn’t going to wait. He knew what was coming. He’d heard all about Aro’s gift, about how a single touch could unlock every secret of a person’s mind. He wasn’t about to let that happen on Aro’s terms.

With a growl, Garrett seized Aro’s wrist himself, holding it firmly. “No,” he said through clenched teeth. “You’re not taking anything from me. I’ll show you what you’ve done to me.”

Aro’s crimson eyes flickered up to meet his, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. “How delightfully bold,” he murmured.

For a moment, Garrett was certain Aro would wrench free of his grip, but instead, the Volturi leader’s gaze softened, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. “I knew waiting for you wouldn’t be a waste of time,” Aro said softly, his voice like silk.

Before Garrett could respond, Aro’s slender fingers slid along his jaw, the touch achingly gentle. Garrett froze, his breath catching as he instinctively leaned into the cool caress.

Aro leaned closer, closing the already small space between them. Garrett’s mind spun, but before he could process the moment, Aro’s lips were on his.

The kiss was fierce, cold, and utterly consuming. It felt like being damned, a descent into something dark and unholy, but Garrett didn’t care. If this was damnation, then salvation meant nothing to him. He gave into the kiss completely, his hands gripping Aro’s arms as if anchoring himself to reality. The hunger, the need—it was overwhelming, and for the first time in months, he felt whole.

When Aro finally pulled back, his crimson eyes gleamed with a quiet triumph. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he studied Garrett’s face.

Garrett met his gaze, and in that instant, he knew.

He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Here, with Aro, in this impossible and inescapable pull of desire and obsession—this was his truth. His damnation. His salvation.

And he welcomed it.

#aro volturi #twilight saga #the twilight saga #the volturi #garret

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Hey! I’m kinda struggling to understand myself at the moment so I was hoping someone else might have experience with this.

I am ace and possibly aro and about two months ago I was in a very brief relationship with a good friend of mine. We had tried to go out before but I didn’t know her that well back then so I always got scared and backed away from any kind of physical touch and we decided to just stay friends.

Now, at the time of the second attempt, we had been friends for almost two years and I felt something towards her that I would have thought were romantic feelings. I got jealous whenever she mentioned another potential girl she liked, imagined how nice it would be to live life together and stuff like that. So I asked her out and we started dating.

Only for me to find out that nothing had changed. It was as if someone had flipped a switch. The second we called each other girlfriends, I felt like I was stuck in a fight or flight situation and I wanted to avoid her desperately. So we went back to being friends.

But now, two months after that, I lie awake at night thinking that maybe I shouldn’t have called it off so quickly. I feel like she is the only one I know that really gets me and that I could see myself with in the future.

This is all so contradictory and confusing to me, so maybe if someone has experienced something similar at some point I would greatly appreciate some advice! <3

It does sound like you might be experiencing romance repulsion. Romance repulsion is negative feelings that appear in certain romantic situations (what situations depend on the person), and feelings like anxiety, fight or flight, wanting to hide from the other person, etc. are all common romance repulsion feelings.

It is possible to experience romance repulsion to someone you are also romantically attraction to, which can be confusing and hard to navigate. It's possible to experience romantic attraction up until you are actually in a relationship with that person and then have the attraction fade or disappear (if someone thinks this is happening, I always recommend looking into frayromantic, lith/akoiromantic and aegoromantic labels if the person is interested in looking more into things).

It's hard to say 100% if you were to stay in the relationship if the repulsion would have faded, repulsion can be hard to predict. But it's not something I'd recommend trying for very long because when you try and push through repulsion it usually gets worse, not better.

What does tend to work is to see if there's any way to have a relationship that doesn't set off the repulsion. For example some people might be more comfortable in a QPR (which is a catchall term for any relationship that can't be easily categorized as romantic or friendship, and tend to be heavily tailored to the people in the relationship), and then defining the relationship as platonic. So for example you can still have a committed relationship and do things you want in a relationship but leave out anything that sets off your replusion.

This doesn't work for everyone, so don't feel pressured if it's not right for you, but don't be afraid to try different things and see how they go. Remember there's no rules in what a relationship can look like and what it can involve so long as it's not harming anyone and the people in it are happy with it. Hopefully you do eventually find something that works for you.

All the best, Anon! Good luck!

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lestats-ovaries · 1 year ago

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putting in my two cents as an aroace hazbin fan to the whole alastor shipping debate (adding a cut below because this got long-)

before I start, it's important to remind everyone:

alastor is canonically ace and (semi)canonically aro, and that should be respected the same way we'd respect angel dust's identity as a gay man, or vaggie's as a sapphic woman.

"ace" and "aro", while also functioning as labels unto themselves, are umbrella terms for a lottt of identities. Some of which do include the ability to experience sexual and romantic attraction, in different ways and at different levels (demi, cupio, lith/lithro, grey, aro-and aceflux, the list goes on).

So, given all that, is it possible to interpret alastor as experiencing some level of romantic attraction, or sexual attraction? Of course, identities like the ones I listed above are just as valid as any other acespec and arospec identity.

So, what's the issue then? Right now, a lot of fans are using the breadth of aspec identities and experiences as a shield, to excuse them shipping him like they would an allosexual/alloromantic character.

Just to make it clear, that in itself is erasure. And I know that's a strong statement, and that there being such a broad aroace experience adds nuance to any statement you can make on that, but we have to acknowledge as a fandom that there are objectively wrong ways to handle aspec characters, both in the way we discuss them and in the way we portray them in fan works.

And before anyone says it, saying "alastor isn't real" or "fanon content won't change his canon sexuality" doesn't work when real life aspec people can't even look in a tag of a character that's supposed to represent them without seeing their identity erased. It's the way I feel attempting to engage with a lot of hazbin content, and I know a lot of my fellow aspec hazbin fans are feeling it as well.

So, what's the solution to all this? That's unfortunately kinda complicated. Everyone has a different opinion on what constitutes as erasure, what is good rep, how much benefit of the doubt we should give people, et cetera, and so everyone's solutions look different. In a way there also isn't a way to solve it, since aroace erasure is so normalized in fandom culture (not just the hazbin fandom; fandom culture as a whole) that there will always be a significant portion of fans who will ignore, erase, or otherwise deny alastor's or any other aroace character's sexuality.

So, to put my two cents on it:

My philosophy is that if you're going to ship alastor (or any aspec character for that matter), it's best to have an identity in mind for him to use as reference. For example, I think of alastor as sex-repulsed aroace, and I write him with that in mind. Whatever you pick can be a steadfast headcanon, an identity tailored to the story you want to tell, or one you want to explore in your fanwork, whether for fun or to educate yourself on it better.

What's better is that you don't even need to mention the sexuality itself in the work! Show don't tell is a great writing tool, and for alastor specifically, who canonically isn't aware of his sexuality, it works perfectly. Just simply creating with it in mind, asking yourself, "how would someone with [insert identity] experience this?" and going from there, makes a world of difference.

Just in terms of good fanfic etiquette, I'd also make sure to include it in the tags if you're posting it on ao3, just to make sure your readers know what's up and to help with filtering (I personally don't read any alastor ship fics that don't include the asexual or aromantic tag at this point). Bada bing bada boom, that's representation right there!

Since Alastor is one of very, very few ace characters in mainstream media, and even less aro characters in media period, us as a fandom creating good representation with him is really important, especially in terms of the breadth of aspec identities. We don't get much representation, so claiming he's definitively one label or another isn't productive, and hurts the community in the long run. Fanfiction is first and foremost an exploration of canon, so why not play around with what "aro" and "ace" can look like for him?

Case and point, I've seen some incredible ship fics that headcanon him as demisexual and/or demiromantic, and do a great job representing those identities. I've also seen some really good fics that portray him as sex-repulsed, and others that portray him as sex-neutral or positive. All of that is great, and again, even if it isn't directly mentioned: adding subtext, putting it in the tags, and even simply writing the fic with the sexuality in mind does wonders.

Me personally, I headcanon Alastor with the same identity as me; sex- and romance-repulsed aroace, but open to queerplatonic relationships. That doesn't mean fics that interpret him with a different aspec identity are less valid, or are interpreting him wrong. All of it is valid representation.

And that's not even getting into queerplatonic relationships, which is what I put Alastor into for my own headcanons (queerplatonic radioapple fic when). For that, please do your own research, but remember that queerplatonic relationships tend to look different for every couple. They can be poly, include kissing and physical intimacy, or look just like what most people would consider a regular friendship or regular romance.

So, can you ship aroace characters? Sure you can, as long as it isn't at the expense of their sexuality, or more accurately, the representation their sexuality gives to a historically underrepresented group.

That's pretty much it from me, please remember to support aspec fanartists and fanfic writers, and happy (early) aromantic spectrum awareness week for all my fellow arospecs!!

#not adding the aromantic or asexual tags to this #those tags shouldn't be flooded with ship discourse #so please stop doing that guys #also not joking about the queerplatonic appleradio fic #I may or may not be working on one rn but knowing my writer's block (read: seasonal depression) I won't actually finish it #their dynamic is so much fun to write let me tell you #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hellaverse

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