#biromanic

[catrinita-jadez]

𝔄𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔰!

It is confirmed that Skullita is canon Aroace and Biromantic!

Skullita is also genderfluid!

[spaceace07]

26, 32 aaaand 1 for the price ask ;)

Thanks for the ask @yourbasicqueerie !

1. Which label's do you use?

I am demi-biromanic asexual and I'm also transgender (FtM)

26. How do you feel about the term partner rather than husband/girlfriend/etc?

I like the term partner because it is gender neutral, which is not only good for non binary people but also for closeted people who are in queer relationships and it is a more inclusive term

32. Do you do arts and crafts?

Yes, I do. I make bookmarks, and I also drew the bisexual flag on a pair of shoes

[kakusu-shipping]

Since on your F/O list you have some OHSHC characters and I recgonise them 🏳️‍🌈 for Tamaki, Kyoya, and Renge

You know who doesn't have Transparents on the internet? Ouran Highschool Host Club characters fkjgkdf

I ended up doing the whole host club and not Renge sorry. She's Cis/Bi with preference for men to me

Haruhi - Bisexual, Agender, Any Pronouns - Mostly just bisexual because that's what her dad is, probably more Pan by definition but that's too complex for her to care about.

Tamaki - Pansexual, Bigender, He/She - Learned all of this in collage, spent all of highschool being homophobic, learned and got better. He likes being a feminine man and a masculine woman the most. Would probably mess around with Neopronouns until Haruhi tells him they're too complicated.

Kyoya - Biromanic with a preference for men, Demisexual, Cisgender, He/Him - Has a very low interest in romance but identifies with Bi for simplicity. Tamaki was his original awakening.

Kaoru - Gay, Cis man, He/They - Knew he was gay from a very young age, use to be scared of being different from Hikaru so he stayed in a closet for a long time

Hikaru - Bisexual with a preference for men, Cis man, He/Him - Freaked out when Kaoru came out because he didn't want them to be too different, it took a long time after that for him to realize he was Bisexual. Kaoru knew the whole time and just didn't tell him.

Takashi - Gay, Cis man, He/Him - Always knew he was gay, didn't think anything of it, never really came out or thought much of it. Shocked the hosts (other than Hunny and Kyoya) by getting a boyfriend in collage.

Mitskuni - Heterosexual, Cisgender, He/Him - Token Cis/Het of the group, probably could be a xenogender like Bunnygender or Gendercute, but he doesn't really care about labels like that.

[aspenstarflare]

Hello There! I haven’t really had much interaction with the clone wars community much so I’m just gonna put all my head cannons out there and hope for the best. (By the way it is Ok to disagree with these I am just putting these out for the fun of it)

-I imagine that Anakin is like this “fun dad” to the entire 501st, all the clones look up to him as a mutually respectable general but also the guy who would fight tooth and nail to keep each and every one of them safe and cared for. He has definitely helped a lot of his men through medical emergencies and panic attacks due to flashbacks, and also done goofy pranks on Obi-Wan the 212th to help distract his men from the dread that washes over when traveling to the next campaign. This guy was made to just be a father.

- Biromanic Asexual Obi-Wan. This guy flirts with all his opponents, must I say anything else?

-I know there’s a lot of confusion on if Ahsoka and Anakin have a Father-Daughter or Older Brother-Younger sister dynamic. I honestly believe that they way they view their dynamic is shifting a lot and seen as different from the duo but I do personally lean the Father-Daughter side as Ahsoka was a living being that Anakin was given the role of looking after and taking care of.

-Ahsoka definitely has jokingly called Obi-Wan “grandpa” to tease him for being the oldest of the three and Obi-Wan definitely deflected but hid a smile at the “joke comment”.

-AroAce Ahsoka. Why you may ask? Because I said so. I don’t wanna see her dating anyone. She need no romantic partner, she got her little chosen family. Cough Her color theme for Mandalore arc is the one for the AroAce flag Cough. When Ahsoka told Anakin that she didn’t romantically get attachments he definitely celebrated the fact he didn’t have to hunt any potential romantic partners down.

-No matter how awesome Ahsoka is at her job of being a commander, she definitely still is a child and definitely has some Anxiety issues to deal with. The order definitely ignored this and told her to “release these feelings through the force” and Anakin knowing better and being the good master he is keeps a extra bed in his chambers (on the cruiser and in the temple), bought her a tiny stuffed tooka for her to keep around when her “flight or flight was on at unnecessary times” (panic attack), and let her trail him around like a lost child when she felt like she couldn’t be alone. Rex and Fives definitely also found out and keep a eye on their little commander, inviting her to bunk with them and the men whenever they notice she keeps following the general around like a lost loath-cat.

-Pansexual Anakin. I don’t need to justify this. He loves everyone, he’s a guy who wares his heart on his sleeve. His most admirable trait is all the love he openly has to give.

-Sometimes when they’re on leave, Anakin and Ahsoka go visit Padme together just to simply have nights out or watch holonets together and just chill out and pretend to be a calm normal family for once.

-Anakin has PTSD. You cannot tell me that this man has been through so many freaking traumatic events in his life and does not have it.

I have so many more but I’m very tired of writing these so here you go for now, I wanted to speak more of the clones, I’ll probably do a second half when I get to it.

[peixinhcs]

♡⠀⠀por glinda e sua varinha mágica! olha só se não é 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 caminhando pelos corredores da 𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑅𝐸 𝐷𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝑈𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑆. Por ser filha de 𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑳 𝑬 𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪, é previsto que ela deseje seguir caminhos parecidos com o dos pais. Ao menos, é o que se espera de alguém com 25 anos, mas primeiro ela precisará concluir o módulo 𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋, para depois se assemelhar como um conto de fadas.

           𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 —

full name: coralenna marin • nickname: coral • age: twenty-five • gender identity: cis woman • orientation: bisexual, biromanic • faceclaim: amita suman

           𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

leia organa, star wars. fallon carrington, dynasty. jude duarte, the folk of the air. princess carolyn, bojack horseman

           𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 —

nas terras desencantadas dos contos de fadas, esta história não é como as que costumamos ouvir. aqui, os vilões prevaleceram, e eric e ariel se viram diante de um acordo doloroso: como cuidariam de sua preciosa filha, coralenna. assim, ariel encontrou refúgio nas profundezas oceânicas, enquanto eric, em busca de uma vida digna, recorreu a meios drásticos, tudo em nome da proteção contra a malévola bruxa do mar, ursula. os anos se arrastavam para eric, mas a presença de coralenna iluminava sua existência, mesmo que cada traço dela lembrasse fortemente a amada mãe. a maior parte da infância de coral se desenrolou longe das profundezas, limitando-se apenas à visão da superfície das águas. no entanto, a falta de experiência não diminuiu o brilho de sua mais profunda paixão - a arte da navegação. sentir o vento salgado acariciar seu rosto e ser embalada pelas ondas criava uma conexão mágica com as lembranças de sua mãe. cada momento passado no mar a fazia sentir-se mais próxima da genitora, como se os segredos e encantos do oceano fossem um elo invisível entre ambas. mas a vida de coralenna tomou um rumo inesperado quando foi convocada para a academia. ali, ela descobriu que havia herdado o raro e poderoso dom do mimetismo de sereia, uma dádiva que a ligava profundamente a ariel. foi também durante esse período que ela teve o privilégio de a conhecer pessoalmente. as férias se tornaram preciosas ocasiões, momentos únicos em que mãe e filha exploravam juntas as maravilhas das profundezas do mar. no entanto, a transição para essa nova fase trouxe desafios inesperados. coralenna se viu às voltas com a manifestação involuntária de seu lado sereia em momentos de intensas emoções, um fenômeno que a perturbava profundamente, pois temia causar mal àqueles que a cercavam. à medida que o tempo passava, ela se encontrava cada vez mais afastada de sua mãe. as visitas ao reino submarino rarearam, e, com o tempo, a comunicação com ariel desapareceu, deixando coralenna em constante ansiedade, mesmo que acreditasse que sua mãe estivesse a salvo. a situação tomou um rumo ainda mais sombrio quando coral testemunhou no último evento, algo terrível - ariel exposta em um aquário minúsculo por ursula. o evento traumatizante abalou profundamente a jovem, fazendo com que seu lado sereia, outrora em harmonia, se enchesse de trevas. sentimentos de raiva e desejo de vingança contra os humanos, especialmente aqueles que causaram mal a sua mãe, começaram a surgir dentro dela, ameaçando a estabilidade de seu equilíbrio emocional e moral.

           𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 —

mimetismo sereiano — capacidade de respirar debaixo d'água, mesmo sem a presença de guelras ou adaptações físicas semelhantes, e suas pernas se transformam em uma metade de peixe, cobertas por escamas, sempre que ela mergulha na água. quando emerge da água, seu corpo retorna ao estado normal. além disso, tem controle sobre as ondas, podendo moldá-las a seu favor, dar-lhes forma e aumentá-las. também é capaz de transformar uma pequena quantidade de água em uma grande quantidade e lançá-la contra seus adversários no formato que preferir. uma habilidade única é sua capacidade de manipular pessoas com sua voz, fazendo com que elas obedeçam a qualquer comando que der. mesmo levando-as ao mar em tentativas de afogá-lo, sua influência permanece inativa enquanto estiver fora d'água, mas dentro dela, tem grande sucesso em controlar os outros, especialmente com a parte não peixe de seu encanto.

         𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 —

lulana — é um dæmon filhote, com poucos meses de eclosão - o que levou coral a se preocupar sobre se teria perdido seu ovo. com uma coloração predominantemente azul-turquesa, suas escamas são iridescentes, refletindo as cores do oceano, um pouco controverso para um dragão. pode-se dizer que lulana é curiosa e brincalhona, esbanjando um espírito aventureiro e de natureza amigável. ele adora explorar coisas que contradizem sua natureza, como planícies aquáticas, recifes de coral e grutas quase subaquáticas, sempre disposta a descobrir os segredos escondidos. lulana é uma protetora leal para coralenna, estando sempre tenta às ameaças que possam surgir.

         𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

essas são apenas algumas ideias de conexões, não limitando coral apenas a essas. apesar de terem sido escritas no pronome masculino, nenhuma das conexões tem gênero definido e precisam ser seguidos com afinco. aberta à sugestões.

𝟎𝟎𝟏     —     a amizade entre eles não fazia o menor sentido e que as pessoas não compreendiam como funcionava, já que teoricamente, não tinham nada em comum. mas de alguma forma, eram inseparáveis e mantém um elo único, com coral vendo-o como uma das poucas pessoas que moveria o mundo. / closed for @princesadasrosas & @calitheas

𝟎𝟎𝟐     —     não é novidade para ninguém que muse não é a pessoa mais inteligente da academia, mas isso nunca foi um problema, até que suas notas ficaram ruins o suficiente para que ele começasse a se preocupar com a possibilidade de ficar preso no mesmo módulo. com a oferta de ajuda de coral, conseguiu melhorar as notas e viraram parceiros de estudos. / closed for @cachorrao

𝟎𝟎𝟑     —     coralenna é a única pessoa capaz de colocar um pingo de juízo e noção na mente de muse, ainda mais quando está prestes a cometer algo que possivelmente se arrependeria. não que assuma a postura de sargenta, mas se preocupa o suficiente com muse para que não queira vê-lo em maus lençóis. / closed for @eivid

𝟎𝟎𝟒     —     se coral acreditasse em vidas passadas e espíritos ligados, certamente muse seria essa pessoa. assim que se conheceram, foi quase simpatia instantânea e logo perceberam que além daquela ligação eram parecidos, bem como seus gostos, interesses e opiniões sobre os mesmos assuntos. / closed for @arkynhaddock

𝟎𝟎𝟓     —     muse é considerado um estudante exemplar, uma das melhores notas da academia, o que incomodava um pouco coral, que não estava muito atrás. criou-se uma competição dois silenciosa, que resultou em competirem em tudo o que conseguiam.

𝟎𝟎𝟔     —   nenhum dos dois consegue saber exatamente quem ou quando começou a brincadeira de flertar sem intenção. porém, a tênue linha da brincadeira e veracidade foi ultrapassada e eles, aparentemente, a fazem sempre que estão afim. mas ainda sim, nenhum deles tem a vontade (ou coragem) de avançar na direção não tão platônica, já que existe o receio de arruinar a amizade que nutrem um pelo outro, virando aquele grande "e se..." na vida alheia. / closed for @vwestergaard

𝟎𝟎𝟕     —     coral, antes de descobrir o que úrsula fez com a sua mãe, escrevia cartas, as colocava dentro de uma garrafa e jogava ao mar, na tentativa vã de que ariel encontrasse alguma e a respondesse. em uma dessas vezes, muse encontrou a sua garrafa. trocaram cartas algumas vezes e agora utilizam-se de números desconhecidos para trocaram mensagem, com coralenna confessando seus sonhos e desejos mais sórdidos para além não tão desconhecido assim. / closed for @sevbitch

𝟎𝟎𝟖     —     muse e coral tinham uma amizade, não diria profunda, mas conviviam constantemente. porém, como coral saberia que muse era apenas do tipo que mantinha sua companhia por pura conveniência, quando a única intenção dele era saber mais sobre as sereias e de um modo nada amigável? / closed for @rjabez

𝟎𝟎𝟗     —     houve uma época que coral e muse eram praticamente carne e unha, sendo incapaz de imaginar que poderiam coexistir sem estarem juntos. mas tudo mudou (motivo a ser definido). muse decidiu se afastar de coral, até a mesma ser ignorada, como se não existisse mais. coral até mesmo tentou resolver aquela situação, afinal, eram bons amigos e não queria perder a amizade, mas toda tentativa era rejeitada avidamente, até que agora nem sequer se olham quando passam pelo mesmo corredor.

𝟎𝟏𝟎     —    pode-se dizer que eles são bons amigos, mas nada além disso. não existe nenhum tipo de interesse romântico, porém quando sentem vontade, um liga para o outro e eles acabam se encontrando. coral até mesmo sabe que não é saudável, mas ela realmente não liga.

𝟎𝟏𝟏     —     desde que vira ariel presa no aquário, coral decidiu que iria viver ao máximo, no limite, fazer loucuras sempre que possível, tudo para esquecer a memória de sua mãe. e para isso, é com muse que ela vai. tendem a chamar sempre que precisam espairecer de algum modo. / closed for @inferninhc

𝟎𝟏𝟐     —     coral e muse tiveram uma infância parecida, sabem o que é vir de um lugar humilde e terem que batalhar para ao menos terem o que comer. e é dessa compatibilidade de histórias, que são confidentes um do outro.

𝟎𝟏𝟑     —     após a visão de ariel presa e se sentindo mal, impotente e duvidando de suas capacidades, fora muse que a consolou. e mesmo que não tivessem tanta afinidade assim, seria mentira dizer que coral não gostou daquela atenção, seus sentimentos ficaram confusos e muse pare pareceu atraente naquele momento de fragilidade, resultando em um one night stand. o problema que eles não tem nada a ver, mas não podem negar que tem uma química irresistível, sendo assim, mantiveram o odioso affair. / closed for @marmorhunter

𝟎𝟏𝟒     —     coralenna não é do tipo que demonstra grandes sentimentos, tampouco se apega facilmente, e talvez seja esse um dos motivos pelos quais não compreende a rapidez com que se afeiçoou a muse. eles compartilham os mais diversos tipos de atividades juntos, e talvez muse seja uma das poucas pessoas que já viu coral chorar. os outros sempre presumiram que, daquela dinâmica, poderia surgir algo mais. e durante todos esses anos, eles permaneceram apenas amigos. o problema surgiu quando coral percebeu que havia, sim, algo a mais entre eles, algo que precisaria ser mantido em segredo. ambos já os viram se envolver com outras pessoas, sentiram ciúmes, apoiaram-se após términos e cuidaram um do outro quando adoeceram. no entanto, nunca ousaram declarar seus sentimentos um ao outro. talvez estejam com medo de arriscar a amizade que compartilham caso decidam fazê-lo. / closed for @loveofhearts

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Update on the dorks

Oh well the bisexual post will have to be delayed

but BTW

I really need this Biromantic flag to get more popular:

and I KNOW there is a flag already but I love this one so so much more than the one that is just combining the flags kjlfsdkjlsdf

my biromantic asexual heart PLEADSS

[drawingpad-studios]

Happy early pride month from this Genderfluid Shapeshifting Anomaly.

I'mma be honest, I wanted to draw something for Pride Month but my life was kinda almost in the can these last two weeks. But since it's pride month is tomorrow and my life is starting to coming back I might as well make some kind of post.

Anyways for my Pride Month post(might make another Pride Month post later in the month), I'mma share all my SPR sexuality and gender headcannons:

(not including Antagon and Boxdria)

Wiscara: Demigirl, Bi

Artrist: gay

Duskkar: Ace Homoromantic

Otempus: Cis/Het

Lanter: Transman (masculine presenting)

Base Cleph: Transman (Feminine and Androgynous presenting), Pan

Scriptliss: Omnisexual, Intersex(prefer he/him pronouns), Demisexual/romantic

Tess Aract/1X: gay

Tucker: Graysexual Biromanic

Sahara: Transwoman (Feminine presenting)

Clara: AceAro

PinkI: Chaotic Bisexual

Rozanda: Nonbinary(she/them) Lesbian

Antagamom: Cis/Het

Tretone: gay

Aaron: AceAro (all he wants is to narrate/hj)

Octave: Bigender Demisexual/Romantic

[cishetlessfashion]

Whimsigoth/cryptidcore genderfluid biromanic asexual fashion with tarot cards, archaeology, and eyes for @tolkien-fantasy Green jackalope patch Genderfluid dragon heart pin Beaded bi ace flag bracelet, anklet, or choker Venus of Willendorf earrings Mothman terrarium pin Broken Corinthian column enamel pin The devil tarot card patch Hearse hair bow Eyeball button up shirt Chupacabra tarot card earrings

[pitxroxas]

The castle of my heart, the places to come back. You… it’s you…

Welcome to my blog!

Hi there!!

‘m PitXRoxas, and welcome to this hell of a blog!! Make yourself at home! Or not! Idk! I don’t dictate your life choices!! Side Blog (@roxasxpit) <- kinda just exists

discord: (@pitxroxas) alt (@pittosilver)

Basic Info: -PitXRoxas, Leo, Pit, Roxas -Minor (16+) -He/They -Biromanic Aromanic Asexual -Non-binary (Questioning Gender Fluid) -Mentally ill (MDD + Anxiety) -Assigned Autistic by all my friends + my partner (personally i have 0 idea how to feel about this!!) -Undiagnosed OSDD-1b System [Icarus System] -Taken!! -Fanfic Writer -Vocalist (Soprano) [Youtaite] -Flutist -Theatre kid (kinda) -Newbie Audio Mixer

Interests + Kins + Favorites: Interests: -LU + LoZ (Linked Universe, Legend of Zelda) -Ensemble Stars -Genshin Impact -Honkai Star Rail -Monster Hunter -Project Sekai -Elsword -Alicia Online -Writing -Art -Music Kins: -Childe/Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) -Razor (Genshin Impact) -Yanfei (Genshin Impact) -Zhongli (Genshin Impact) -Venti (Genshin Impact) -Leo Tsukinaga (Ensemble Stars) -Hokuto Hidaka (Ensemble Stars) -Leonardo (RoTTMNT) -Ravio (LU) -Wild (LU) -Wind (LU) -Sky (LU) -Time (LU) -Link (LoZ:SS) Favorites: [Produced, Ensemble Stars] -Tsukasa Suou -Ibara Saegusa -Wataru Hibiki -Eden -Knights -Valkyrie [Mained, Genshin Impact] -Aether (Anemo) -Venti -Kazuha -Kaeya -Childe/Tartaglia -Diluc -Alhaitham [Mained, Elsword] -Bluhen (Ain) -Richter (Ain) -Luciel (All paths except 4th) [Shipped, Ensemble Stars] -Shukasa (Shu, Tsukasa) -Shumika (Shu, Mika) -Izuleo (Izumi, Leo) -Sorakasa (Sora, Tsukasa) -PolyEden (Nagisa, Hiyori, Jun, Ibara) -Narumika (Arashi, Mika) [Shipped, Genshin Impact] -Cheaya (Childe x Kaeya) -Childe x Zhongli [Shipped, Project Sekai] -Ruikasa (Rui, Tsukasa) -Polyshow (Rui, Nene, Tsukasa, Emu)

BYF + DNI BYF: -I swear. Alot. -I keysmash alot -Self Depreciation (not the illness just the act) is something common you'll see with me -I overshare... -i use caps -I tend to be hard on myself (this comes with self depreciation) -you WILL get loved on -'m stubborn -i tend to make weird noises in text (like uuee or uuwahh or waah!!) -if a fictional character has a pet phrase or something like that, i'll pick it up. (ex. "Umu!!" "uuchuu!") -I apologize a LOT -i tend to speak my mind alot, usually little to no filter -i get high energy sometimes and i jump from thought to thought / really disorganized -i ask questions alot im so sorry (< oops doing it again) -yeah i do (<this) -i say "kms" a lot -if i simply Do Not like you i'll create a very silent boundary on that DNI: -Zionists, Genocide deniers, If you dislike or heavily dislike any of my likes i listed above, Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Any type of hate group does not get my respect nor attention— its an immediate block, thank you.

Tags: #Leo speaks (<- General me posts, this can be from SPP posts to me just talking) #Leo speaks with all his heart (<- tag only appeared once, but its when I get really emotional about stuff, only applies to my posts) #Delete soon (delete never) (<- Venting, block this tag if you legit dont wanna see me vent. These posts are NON-REBLOGGABLE for a reason.) #(Username) (<- ex. tia tag!!!, these tags are for my mutuals /friends who appear in my askbox or rbs. DM me if you simply Do Not want a nickname or a specialized tag)

[moonboom14]

SOMEONE TELL SALAÌ THEYRE SIBLINGS JESUS ALSO IS DONNIE GAY OR BI CAUSE LIIIIKETHATVEOULD EXPALIN A BUT

Donnie is biromanic! Salaì is the gay one. Mikey is also pan.

Also, no. I want drama, and I wanna write jelly Salaì

[seekesotsibteadmist]

character stat framework

name: Saima Kristjan Vaher

nickname(s): S, a nicknames based on their wandering.

age: appears approximately 37, actual age - doesn't say.

birthdate: ????

species: mythic embodiment of folklore/restless spirit

gender: transfeminine agender being

preferred pronoun(s): they/she

romantic orientation: Biromanic

sexual orientation: Bisexual

parents: didn't have conventional parents. considers several folklore figures as 'parents' of sorts: Vanemuine, Metsaema and Metsavana, Veteema

siblings: considers varying spirits to be siblings of sorts although it's a somewhat loose association

significant other(s): single by default, relationships on a case by case basis

children: none

eye color(s): blue-green

hair color(s): light, light blond that fades out at the ends

body build: tall, a little bit lanky and slim

height: 6'0

TAGGED BY:@dxsole TAGGING: if you see this you

[vintagebytes1997]

Welcome, welcome.

Howdy, I'm Grim. I'm a nerd in my mid 20s who's been watching this community from the sidelines for a very long time. I'm nonbinary and use they/he pronouns. I'm also a biromanic asexual, and am objecto.

This blog will be for posting and reblogging OSOR, and POSIC+ things, along with following cool people I've seen about in the communities. 🥺 If you found me from my main, please be nice. If you find my main from here, you get a virtual cookie. Please try not to connect the two. I am making this deliberately to stay under the radar of certain IRL friends who I care enough about to not want to have awkward conversations with. (Essentially, if you are one of these people, you know it! Please don't bring it up.)

BYF/Other important things Please have your age in your bio, this is an 18+ blog. I am an adult and I will post/reblog things with 18+ content. If you do not have an age range/year or something easily found, I will softblock you.

If I interact with or reblog from you and you are a minor or are otherwise uncomfortable with that, please feel free to ask me to delete a reblog or block me. I don't mind at all. I try to check blogs before I interact, but I am not perfect!

In the future I will update this pinned to be a bit more spiffy. :') I'm a little art dweeb and like to make things ~sparkle~ so, someday I'll get around to that.

[lilac-cat-draws]

Something for Pride Month 🌈

I nearly procrastinated on this one also but I managed to get this done

Characters:

Gay (Rainbow) - Christopher and Adam

Bisexual - Arthur and Neil

Lesbian - Harper

Nonbinary - Elliot

Pansexual - Aiden

Gay - Jamie and Aster

Biromanic - Me

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❝         CHRIST,    FORGIVE    THESE    BONES    I'VE    BEEN    HIDING        ...        &        THE    𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺    I'M    ABOUT    TO    LEAVE.          ❞

──────            ❝            I.            ...            OR,            BASICS.

full    name:        esmerelda    flores    moretti. nickname(s):        goes    primarily    by    esme.                 age:        thirty3.                     gender    identity:        cis    woman. orientation:        bisexual,    biromanic.                 place    of    birth:        meadville,    mississippi.                     date    of    birth:        february    14th,    1990.                     former    occupation:        nurse    practitioner. three    positive    traits:        beneficent,    tenacious,    precipitate. three    negative    traits:        circumspect,    irresolute,    stringent. moral    alignment:        neutral    good. faceclaim:        christian    serratos.

──────            ❝            II.            ...            OR,            TOWN INFO.

current    residency:        the    town. current    occupation:        nurse.

──────            ❝            III.            ...            OR,            HISTORY.

one.            this    story    begins    the    same    way    it    ends:        in    a    chapel    that    thrums,    ACHES    with    the    weight    of    all    its    combined    prayers,    hopeless    intercessions,    heavenly    father,    hallowed    be    thy    name            …            mama    says    it    was    a    wednesday    when    she    heard    that    there    was    a    new    preacher    just    rolled    into    town,        &        that    she    ain’t    ever    been    so    excited    for    sunday    mass.    young,    italian,    gorgeous            …            she’ll    tell    you    that    god    put    him    in    meadville    for    a    reason,    just    for    her.        for    us    to    have    you,    mija.        (        &        she’ll    leave    out    the    other    parts:    about    knees    bruised    first    when    she    knelt    in    prayer,    second    time    in    pleasure        /        profane    communion    found    in    each    other’s    hips,    first    day    they    ever    met.    holy    mouth    trails    scorching    path    down,    down,    down        …        when    her    parents    asked    what    took    her    so    goddamn    long    to    come    home,    she’ll    tell    them    she    found    god,    that    he    told    her    that    it’s    about    time    she    started    staying    an    hour    longer    on    sundays    to    pray.        )        ain’t    never    seen    her    hang    on    a    man’s    word    so    damn    much    as    when    she    started    goin’    to    church,    just    to    listen    to    him    talk        !        six    months    after    that    first    sermon,    her    papa    gives    her    away    in    the    SAME    spot    they    conceived    you    in.    

two.            you    got    good    folks,    that’s    what    everyone    says.    your    daddy,    he’s    a    good    man.        (        sicilian    turned    southern,    loyalty    runs    as    bright    as    anything    in    those    bones        /        that    blood.            “yours    too,    mia    ragazza.”            is    that    meant    to    reassure    you,    or    to    send    the    first    prickling    thrill    of    fear    racing    down    your    spine        ?        you    settle    on    both.        )        mama,    she    smells    like    cheap    vanilla        &        makes    your    favourite    foods        (        pico    de    gallo,    flautas,    a    mean    huevos    rancheros        )        ;        she    sings    to    you    in    her    dulcet,    smooth    spanish,    makes    light    work    of    turning    your    unruly    curls    into    two    neat    braids    that    hang    down    your    back.    by    the    time    you    start    primary    school,    you    have    two    little    sisters    who    adore    the    very    ground    on    which    you    so    daintily    step        /        &        you    never    get    the    feelin’    that    your    daddy    might’a    wanted    another    boy.    he’s    got    his    girls,        &        he’s    got    his    god,        &        he    don’t    need    much    else.    (        good    folks,    good    family.    whatever    happened    to    that    oldest    girl    o’    theirs,    though        ?        didn’t    she-        …        christ,    is    that    what    happened        ?        mother    of    god.        )

three.            “that    girl’s    as    sweet    as    cherry    pie.”        teachers,    friends,    everybody    loves    you.        why    wouldn’t    they        ?        smart    as    a    whip        &        pretty    as    a    picture,    kindest    heart    around            …            there’s    a    reason    that    the    other    little    girls    in    your    class    love        &        loathe    you    in    equal,    violent    measures        /        why    the    boys    are    linin’    up    on    the    playground    to    catch    a    glimpse    of    that    sunray    smile    you    flash    so    indiscriminately.        &        that’s    all    swell    when    you’re    little,    when    a    peck    on    the    cheek    is    just    that,    but    kids    don’t    stay    that    way    forever,    motives    change        &        gazes    grow    leery,    lingering    to    the    point    where    your    skin    feels    prickly    with    it.    heart    o’    gold    never    turns,    though        …        ain’t    nothin’    you    wouldn’t    do    to    help    someone    who    needed    it,    or    someone    who    didn’t    know    they    needed    it    until    you    stepped    in    with    your    hair    smellin’    like    strawberries        &        your    dimples    punchin’    craters    in    the    soft    skin    of    your    cheeks.    you’re    too    soft,    too    sweet,    too    good,        &        it’s    the    reason    that    your    daddy    takes    you    out    the    back    of    a    paddock    when    you’re    fourteen.    he    places    the    weight    of    his    colt    in    your    shaking    palms,        &        shows    you    how    to    hit    targets.        “just    in    case,    mia    ragazza.”        &        christ    almighty,    you’re    an    awful    shot,    but    it’s    a    symbolic    exercise        /        half    practical,    half    allegorical,    leaves    you    with    a    strange    feeling    at    the    base    of    your    stomach    anyway.

four.            you    never    thought    you’d    have    to    use    it,    that    lesson.    you    chalk    it    up    to    him    being    overprotective,    overprepared,    worrying    about    a    hypothetical    that    would    never    see    the    light    of    day        /        for    years,    you    never    have    to    so    much    as    think    about    the    way    your    fingers    curl    around    the    trigger,    too    terrified    to    squeeze    it    but    urged    on    by    need.        you    have    to    be    able    to    protect    yourself.        &        the    thing    is,    you    got    so    close.    you    graduate,    valedictorian        /        victorious,    glimmering,    beautiful    thing    in    your    graduation    cap        &        gown,    your    scholarship    to    harvard,    your    career    unfurling    in    front    of    you    like    something    glittering,    something    just    in    your    grasp.        (        you    deliberated    for    hours,    harvard    over    columbia.    acceptance    letters    to    both,    you    should’ve    listened    to    your    gut.        )        in    a    fluorescently    -    lit    bar,    you    meet    someone        /        you    fall    in    something    that    looks    like    love        /        fourth    of    july    looks    like    a    barbeque        &        too    many    vodka    sodas        &        one    knee    pressing    an    indent    into    the    sand,    a    gasp    that        comes    from    somewhere    outside    your    body,    last    of    the    twilight    sunbeams    catching    the    diamond    that    twinkles    inside    its    velveteen    box.        (        he    never    asked    your    father.    if    you’d    had    known,    you    would’a    never    said    yes.    it’s    stupid,    it’s    old,    it’s    a    tradition    the    likes    of    which    you    shucked    off    years    ago,    but    it    means    somethin’    to    him.    if    only    you’d    known        …        )        the    engagement    is    a    blur,        &        he’s    so    candy    -    sweet    that    your    back    teeth    rot    with    it        /        you’re    knee    -    deep    in    adoration,    your    mama    doesn’t    like    him        &        true    to    the    song,    she    does    like    everyone.

five.            on    the    evening    of    your    wedding,    your    father    gives    you    that    same    colt.        “just    in    case.”        twenty    -    four    hours    later,    your    hands    will    smell    of    gunpowder.    in    a    week,    you    will    fall    off    the    face    of    the    planet.

six.            he    puts    his    hands    on    you.    that’s    all    it    takes,    a    grip    that    goes    well    beyond    loving    or    protective        /        fingertips    pressed    into    the    groove    of    your    wrist,    hard    enough    to    bruise.            “you’re    my    wife    now,    you’ll    do    as    i    goddamn    say.”            you,    of    the    analytical    mind        &        the    careful    hands        &        the    painstaking    ways,    you    don’t    think.    for    the    first    time    in    your    adult    life,    near    thirty    goddamned    years,    you    act    first.        point,    squeeze.    shoot.        you    do    not    stick    around    to    see    if    you    hit    anywhere    vital.    the    keys    to    his    dusty    old    pickup    are    on    the    tallboy;    you    take    them,    you    run.    barefoot    bride,    still    in    your    wedding    gown    when    you    bundle    yourself    into    the    drivers’    seat        &        go.

seven.            you    didn’t    plan    for    anything,    didn’t    take    any    clothes        /        no    money,    no    nothing.    your    parents,    they    give    you    a    wad    of    cash,    your    bank    card,        &        a    suitcase    of    clothes    that    border    on    too    tight    but    that    aren’t    your    shorn    -    off    dress.    they    fill    up    your    tank,    they    kiss    you    on    the    cheek,    they    promise    not    to    tell    anyone    that    you    were    ever    here.    harbouring    a    murderess,    that’s    still    a    crime,    isn’t    it        ?        you    don’t    frequent    anywhere    too    long,    can’t    risk    it.    dirty    motels        &        greasy    spoons,    the    open    road,    you    spend    a    few    days    just    driving,    wandering,    refusing    to    think    too    long    about    your    wedding    night.        (        his    eyes,    blown    wide    when    the    sound    cracks        /        you    hands,    fuck,    they    haven’t    stopped    shaking        /        blood,        &        the    smell,        &        the    door    banging    into    the    drywall    so    hard    you’re    sure    it    took    a    chunk    out.        )        on    the    third    night,    you    finally    work    up    the    courage    to    slide    the    gold    band    off    your    finger,    toss    it    into    the    desert.    let    somebody    stumble    on    it    one    day,    wonder    why    there’s    such    a    pretty    little    trinket    buried    in    six    feet    of    sand.

eight.            the    crows.    the    tree.    you    don’t    know    why    you    stopped.    maybe    you    got    tired    of    running,    of    driving,    of    looking    over    your    shoulder.    stupid    girl,    you    should’ve    known    better.    you    stopped,    got    out    of    the    car,    signed    over    the    rest    of    your    life    the    minute    the    dang    door    closed    behind    you.    the    creatures,    that    smile        …        two    years    now,        &        they    still    haunt    you    the    minute    your    eyelids    deign    to    slip    closed.    you’ve    carved    out    somethin’    alright    for    yourself,    got    work    as    a    nurse,    built    somethin’    halfway    decent    in    this    hellhole        /        got    a    funny    feelin’    you    would’ve    ended    up    dealin’    with    monsters    regardless.    maybe    the    ones    with    the    eerie    smile,    the    penchant    for    rippin’    people    limb    to    limb,    maybe    they’re    better        /        maybe    they’re    worse,    who    knows.    ‘least    you    know    this    for    sure:        you    won’t    miss    next    time    you        &        your    colt    come    up    against    one.

──────            ❝            IV.            ...            OR,            WANTED    CONNECTIONS.

tba.

[frannyfm]

katie   doulgas.     she/her.     ciswoman.      ›          spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   francesca   spencer   ,   most   likely   listening   to   paper   rings   by   taylor   swift   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-one   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -naive   yet   +trustworthy   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   basing   all   her   relationships   on   romantic   comedies   ,   chewing   the   end   of   your   pencil   to   help   with   your   thinking   process   ,   stress   eating   rather   than   confronting   the   individual   &   strawberry   flavoured   lipgloss   ,   followed   by   their   sweet   like   candy   by   ariana   grande   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   latest   gossip   about   how   she   is   sending   money   she   earns   to   her   neglectful   father   because   he   reached   out   asking   for   help   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

WANTED  CONNECTIONS  !

ESTABLISHED  CONNECTIONS  !

𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬   ;

lexie  grey  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  ,  izzie  stevens  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  ,  mariana  adams  foster  (  the  fosters  /  good  trouble  )  ,  alice  cullen  (  twilight  )  ,  caroline  forbes  (  the  vampire  diaries  )  ,  eleanor  crain  (  haunting  of  hill  house  )  &  dustin  henderson  (  stranger  things  )

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬   ;

given  name  :  francesca  spencer  . nicknames  :  franny  ,  fran  . birthday  &  age  :  may  2nd  ,  2001  /  twenty  one  . zodiac  sign  :  taurus  . current  residence  :  new  york  ,  new  york  . gender  &  pronouns  :  ciswoman  /  she  &  her sexuality  :  biromanic  &  demisexual occupation  :  influencer  &  english  major  at  harvard  .

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲   ;

following  triggers  will  be  found  in  this  intro  :  childhood  neglect  ,  alcoholism  ,  alcohol  dependency.

[    ❀    ]    born  in  brooklyn  ,  new  york  ,  francesca  grew  up  in  a  household  that  has  the  feeling  of  claustrophobia.  not  only  was  she  surrounded  by  her  mother  and  her  parents  ,  but  there  were  consistently  butlers  ,  maids  ,  au  pairs  and  even  their  own  personal  chefs  and  nurses  coming  through  the  apartment.  at  a  young  age  ,  she  was  shown  that  she  came  from  money  and  that  money  would  get  her  anything  she  wanted.  the  more  and  more  her  mother  would  shove  money  in  her  face  ,  only  forced  the  ideology  that  as  long  as  she  had  money  handed  to  her  ,  she  was  loved.  

[    ❀    ]    questions  regarding  her  father  were  always  waved  off  ,  people  stating  that  they  had  more  important  things  to  do  than  to  focus  on  the  disgusting  man  that  gave  francesca  her  last  name.  it  caused  her  to  stay  up  late  night  ,  hiding  under  her  covers  and  writing  in  her  journal  of  made  -  up  scenarios  where  her  father  was  a  brilliant  actor  ;  a  professional  chef  that  was  just  much  too  busy  to  stay  home  full  time  ;  a  man  that  was  working  hard  so  that  he  could  come  home  to  make  sure  that  she  was  taken  good  care  of  ,  along  with  her  mother.

[    ❀    ]    she's  seven  when  she's  told  that  she  must  pack  her  bags  quickly  ,  that  there  would  be  no  time  for  questions.  knowing  better  than  to  question  her  mothers  intentions  ,  francesca  packed  up  as  much  as  she  could  fit  in  her  luggage  before  she's  standing  in  front  of  a  house  ,  her  mother  quickly  pressing  a  kiss  to  her  forehead  and  heading  to  the  car  behind  them.  it  was  in  that  moment  that  francesca  realized  all  her  dreams  of  her  father  ,  of  her  family  ,  were  simply  that.  dreams.  she  was  in  a  foreign  home  ,  with  people  she  didn't  know  and  new  staff  ;  staff  that  didn't  understand  the  creative  nature  of  francesca's  mind.

[    ❀    ]    the  only  bonus  that  came  from  the  neglectful  upbringing  was  her  older  brother  ,  nate.  despite  francesca  taking  her  time  warming  up  to  her  brother  ,  there  was  a  warmth  that  would  radiate  off  the  other  that  caused  franny  to  consistently  find  herself  knocking  on  his  door  late  at  night  ,  begging  to  sleep  on  his  floor  after  their  father  downed  another  bottle  of  alcohol  and  was  going  on  a  drunken  rant  below  them.  despite  never  fearing  for  her  life  ,  there  was  a  pit  in  the  middle  of  her  stomach  ,  terrified  that  their  lives  were  going  to  be  just  this  ,  consistently  hiding  in  their  rooms  to  avoid  the  drunk  nature  of  their  father.

[    ❀    ]    despite  her  home  life  ,  there  wasn't  a  moment  in  franny's  life  where  she  wasn't  a  ball  of  sunshine  when  she  was  out  in  the  public.  full  of  energy  ,  always  wanting  to  hear  peoples  thoughts  and  being  the  mediator  in  arguments  between  peers.  a  curious  being  ,  she  was  always  getting  into  things  she  probably  should  not  have  ,  gathering  up  little  ideas  in  the  back  of  her  head  for  her  stories  that  she  would  write  when  she  was  at  home.

[    ❀    ]    voted  the  best  smile  ,  most  likely  to  kill  someone  with  kindness  ,  and  using  her  quote  in  her  senior  year  book  to  tell  others  that  they  could  do  anything  they  wanted  ,  franny  graduated  with  a  bright  smile  on  her  face  with  her  brother  in  the  audience.  since  the  pair  of  them  leaving  their  father  ,  she  was  able  to  encase  herself  in  the  love  that  she  deserved  ,  the  love  that  her  brother  provided  for  her.  it  didn't  take  long  for  her  influencer  status  to  skyrocket  ,  her  instagram  following  jumping  each  night  by  the  thousands  and  agencies  reaching  out  for  their  products  to  be  involved  in  her  youtube  videos.  

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Tyro the Demonic Vampire { Ghosts }

Nickname: Tyro Species: Demonic Vampire Pronouns: He/they Gender: Nonbinary Alignment: grey to dark Favorite color: Blue Favorite animal: Bears Favorite Song: All the things I hate about you by Huddy Likes: Lava Rocks, blood, traveling, bears, giant stuffed animals, street wear, paints, the heat, fire, rocks, small rodents Dislikes: Christian biblical angels, crustaceans, water, bitter dirt, cold fire, being lied to, liars Sexuality: Asexual, biromanic

Personality: Tyro is a punk. He has a very chaotic personality who is blunt and has a lot to say. He’s very honest and isn’t one who lies, seeing as he hates being lied to himself. He’s kinda brutal at times with his words but he is a giant softy with kids or young people. He has a bit of a young person at heart and can act like a wild young adult being as chaotic as possible. He likes fun, new adventures, hiking is a big one for him. He also enjoys the extreme heats of areas and walking around without shoes. Honestly I would say he has a personality of a street punk

Physical description: Tyro stands at 5’8” with pale skin and shaggy blue black hair that stops just below his ears. He has black scleras with red and silver/blue irises. He has thick geometric tattoos on his neck and collarbone stopping short of his chest. He has two horns on either side of the middle of his head going upwards about five inches. They are a black color as well. Tyro usually wears baggy sweaters and ripped jeans, think of the grunge style. Usually he either has a form of boots or no shoes on. If it's hot around him he opts for no shoes because he enjoys the heat. He wears two chain necklaces with a ring on one of them. He has one set of fangs on the top teeth and has sharp claws, painted black with his middle finger silver. He has sharp toenails as well

Companion requirements: Tyro is very loose but strict about requirements. He wants somebody that has one form of communication down so they can talk. He is also strictly against being in a family that has christan biblical angels, as they freak him out and he does not get along with them. Angels from other realms will depends but generally if they’re okay with him he is okay with them. He was a very strict friendship with his human. There can be zero romantic indication or wants with him. He is not willing to be in a romantic relationship with anybody human or spirit. He just wants friends and a sense of family. Currently he has no family size restriction but he will be vocal if he doesn’t want anybody else in the family.

Tyro is from a realm called Hylos. As he puts it, it was a realm created by a nameless god. He was born to a demon father and a sanguine vampire mother. The genetics gave them a mix to make them a demonic vampire. Sadly in Hylos it isn’t really friendly with mixspecies parents. So off Tyro, eight siblings, and parents went to travel to different realms. They spent a lot of time traveling, hiking, adventuring, learning new things. Trying new things. It was a wonderful experience for them and over the years he learned a lot of things. It didn’t stop him from always being a loud mouth. Brutally honest it’s got himself into a lot of trouble. When his family had finally settled in a realm they enjoyed Tyro was old enough to explore on his own. And that was what he did, constantly traveled until he decided that he wanted a new experience. For him that meant human companionship. It seemed interesting enough so he wanted to try it. New places to explore with a new family seemed perfect.

Tyro strictly wants his vessel to be Lava Rock. This is the only vessel that he wants stubbornly enough.

If you would like to apply for Tyro you can do so here