I re drew my oc Lilly. I use garden/flower dress because she love flowers and growing things. And she looks better than the first drawing I posted of Lilly 💚🤍🖤
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don’t like citrus
Poem/somg I made for my aroace oc o: any of those people on the spectrum, input is appreciated :3
(or anyone for that matter tbh)
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Don’t like citrus, never did.
Don’t like citrus, not my thing.
Don’t like citrus, not oranges, not lemons, not limes.
Don’t like citrus, not grapefruit, not even the rime.
I sit at the table, four of a kind, aces sit there, while oranges fill the middle.
Sitting at the edge small, little—
Never suspected when faced away, inconspicuous.
Orange, yellow, green, bright, the bold colors.
Waiting for chance, to smear red.
Suits up—
Stands up—
Arrow through the ace's heart.
Ace through the arrow’s tip.
You say you like this organic zest—
This sting of bold fruits—
The sting is to protect.
Not to swallow—
Not to like—
Not to ingest.
Some are bold, liking the challenge.
To some it’s good.
To me it’s foul.
Citrus doesn’t like me, I don’t like it.
Don’t splash it in my face,
not even once.
I never liked it.
I tried to convince myself I did.
That was an era I wish I never lived, but I did.
I did with bravery and confidence,
the curiosity overwhelming—
Not once did I have the juice that others enjoyed.
Not once did I need it to survive.
Don’t believe what they say—
Or do. Or do.
I don’t like citrus, citrus.
Not even the grapefruit can make me comprehend,
Why I need this, why I should have it.
Why I should see it, why I should know it.
Why the mind of that ace with the arrow through its heart should have to be forced into a relationship of spite.
Why the club of that ace with the arrow through its heart should have to be used to be seen more, to be understood.
Why the diamond of that ace, with an arrow in its heart should have to be dulled to a grime.
Why the spade of that ace should be used to bury the unpleasant crowd.
Why anyone should have to be forced to see why the citrus should run the world—
Should be essential—
Should be mine.
Never liked citrus, never did.
Never liked citrus, never my thing
Never liked citrus, not oranges, not lemons, not limes.
Never liked citrus, never the grapefruit, never the rime.
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Hey, Ace Week
I have multiple asexual characters. Which I guess I shall talk about their aceness this week.
Temir is one of the newer ones.
As someone who is a frigid curmudgeon, I probably have more similarity to Temir than my other ace characters.
Being socially awkward is already kind of troublesome, but being not sure if you even want to jump over the hurdles to get with anyone, and on top of that, knowing the majority of people expect something more sexual in an exclusive relationship. There aren't plenty of fish in the sea for you. Most of the fish think you're some kind of weird rock.
Sometimes it's easier to just say you don't want anything to do with other people.
Temir has a lot of fears and insecurities built up inside him and it takes him a while to understand what he actually wants out of a relationship as he sifts through maladaptive behaviors that he wants to discard and what his heart wants.
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I commissioned a sketch of Alex, my cynical and traumatized OC from Say I Slew Them Not, aka the Queer Croc book, and I needed to provide a description. I realized that since half of the queer crocodile book is written in Alex’s POV, first person, and I despised mirror descriptions, and we both are non-binary with an disinterested relationship with our bodies, we never get a full description of Alex in the book itself. So here’s how other people see Alex:
Alex huddled over their typewriter as if it was the only thing keeping them alive. Their seemingly permanent hunched back hid their farm boy frame, one they earned by spending their youth volunteering at Farmer Johnson's farm. They stood at an annoying 5'5, taller than most of their family members, but shorter than most of their friends. Their curly mop of dirt blonde hair tumbled around their large ears that they never grew into. Their short, nimble fingers flew across the keyboard as if run by motors. Black ink stained their palms and the cuffs of their white shirt. Their suit jacket was half-assedly thrown over a neighboring chair so half of it laid crumbled on the floor. Their narrow blue tie hung from their neck having been undone hours ago. They had also opened their grey vest and the top two buttons of their white shirt.. The pale, buzzing electric light of their desk lamp cast an eerie pale green filter over their white skin.
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Take a trip into host Elvier’s world! He makes characters and puts them into the same world all together, starting off with some fun ‘mon inspired dragons that may or may not have to do with fears of puberty! Then, she talks about a fun but evil eye stealing man and a boy with dolls who wears a dress I’m sure this means nothing! They realize they made furry characters as well as “characters made by a nonbinary aroace person trying to see themselves in media” so come check it out! Also hatsune miku as the pope gets brought up from a tabletop game elvier played so there’s that
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