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storfulsten · 3 months
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Whitty And Bf Personality Swap? Lovely Art By The Way, Truly Inspiring. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ~ ♡
hm I guess k, not feeling the most creative but here lol
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idk lol
mostly based on this bc idk thought the vibes looked fitting in theory lmao:
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vodika-vibes · 2 months
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Hello, Vod'ika. I couldn't resist and came here with another request. Most of the time music usually gives me a lot of ideas. I was listening to “Sexual Healing” by Marvin Gaye when a prompt came to my mind: “Do you know what can help me get better? Sexual healing.” I was tempted to ask this with Hunter, but I thought it would be fun for a Fives x shy F! reader (with an established relationship) where he comes back to her exhausted after a battle and she takes care of him, you know? Prepare a bath, etc. It's up to you if it's going to be NSFW or just a make-out session. Xx
Love Me Like Only You Can
Summary: Fives has been gone, deployed, for months now. But he's coming home tonight and you want to surprise him.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader
Word Count: 1395
Warnings: Spicy, but not smutty. Reader spends part of the story in her underwear.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I hope I got the general vibe you wanted with this request. Fives wasn't being agreeable for me, but it turns out that Crosshair was junking up the writing pipeline, so I had to flush him out first, lol. I also made a divider for this cause I needed something to do, I guess.
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You have been dating Fives for close to a year now, and while it’s true that he spends less time on Coruscant than a lot of people would be able to tolerate, Fives goes out of his way to make sure that you know that you’re always on his mind.
It’s surprising, really. Fives stands out, even among his own brothers. Loud and boisterous and so very clever. Not to mention funny and charming. 
The fact that he chose you out of all of the women on Coruscant is still surprising to you, even a year later.
Sure, you chose him back, but you choosing him is much less surprising than him choosing you.
After all, at the time, you didn’t even know that he knew you existed.
And yet, somehow, as if he has a sixth sense when it comes to you and you alone, Fives always manages to find you in a crowd of people. Even when you want to blend in. Even when you’re trying to blend in.
His gaze always finds you, and a bright smile crosses his face, and he’ll sweep you into a hug-
You love him. You love him more than you’ve ever loved anything in this world, or any other, and he feels the same way. He’s never hid that from you.
Which is why, since you know he’s back on Coruscant and you know he’s going to come straight to your home as soon as he’s done with work, you want to surprise him. 
And while you could make him his favorite dinner, and dessert, you feel like that’s something that he’ll expect. Because you’ve done it before, and you know that he loved it, based on the wide grin and the soft way he looked at you, you want to do something different.
Something a little outside your comfort zone.
Which brings you to your present for Fives.
Your gaze drifts to the gauzy material of the lingerie set you bought specifically for today. It’s sheer and lacy and a shade of pale purple that Fives loves to see you in…and it’s so far outside what you would normally wear that even looking at yourself in the mirror is kind of embarrassing.
Personally you think you look a little silly, like a child playing pretend, but you have a feeling that Fives will love it.
You make a face at yourself, and then turn away from the mirror to finish pulling on the dress you bought specifically for tonight. It’s the same shade of purple as the lingerie you’re wearing, as to not ruin the surprise too quickly. Though it’s also shorter than you would ever wear in public, the hem of the skirt hitting at about mid-thigh.
And then you run your fingers through your hair, letting your curls topple around your shoulders. Then, and only then, did you leave the bedroom to head into the kitchen to make Fives’ favorite dinner.
It’s nothing fancy, nothing that your parents would expect you to make if they ever deign to visit you on Coruscant. A simple stew, something hearty and filling. And something that you learned to make specifically for Fives.
And, before you know it, your apartment door is sliding open, and the sound of familiar footsteps, heavy only due to the armor he’s still wearing, reaches your ears.
You give him time enough to remove his armor, and then you poke your head into the hall, a warm smile on your face, “Welcome home, Fives.”
He glances at you as he sets his boots on the shoe rack, and a bright smile crosses his face, washing away the exhaustion that was there, “Well, don’t you look pretty.”
You step into the hallway properly, your smile widening. You give a small spin, allowing the skirt to flair around your legs. “Do you like it?”
“Ah, cyare,” He sets his duffle bag on the floor and walks over to you, sliding his hands around your hips, “You could wear a burlap sack, and still be the most stunning woman on Coruscant.” He leans in and bumps his forehead against yours, “I didn’t know you owned something so short though.” He adds as his fingers brush against the hem of your skirt.
“I wanted to try something new.” You reply, “Is it too short, do you think?”
“Mm, I think it’s perfect.” Fives replies, “Well, unless you want to go dancing around my brothers, in which case I’d have to blindfold them.”
You laugh, “They’re not allowed to look at me now?”
“Nope. They don’t deserve to look at you,” He tilts your head back with a gentle finger on your chin, and he kisses you quickly, “I barely deserve to look at you, but I’m definitely not going to stop anytime soon.”
You laugh again, before you slide your hands up his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, “I like you looking at me. It makes me feel pretty.”
“You are so much more than pretty.” Fives murmurs, his lips hovering just over hers, “So, so much more than just pretty.” He trails his lips from the corner of your lips down to your jaw, and then up to your ear, “If I spoke every language in the galaxy, I still wouldn’t have the words needed to describe your beauty.”
Your face heats, but you’re unable to tear your gaze away from his. “The things you say to me sometimes,” You whisper.
“You doubt my words?”
“Never.” You reply softly, “Never ever.”
Fives hums softly, “I missed you, mesh’la,” He whispers, “It was…such a long time to be away from you.”
“You’re home now.”
“I am,” He murmurs, “I missed you. So much.”
“If you’re exhausted, you should rest. Dinner will hold.”
“I bet you could give me some energy, cyar’ika.” He holds your gaze with a teasing little smile, “You know what would make me feel better? A little sexual healing.”
Your face heats a little more, “Wouldn’t you rather take a nap? Not make yourself more exhausted-?”
“No, I really would rather make myself more exhausted. ” Fives replies with a teasing little smile as his hand moves to the strap of your dress. “Because it’s you. And it’s me. And nothing else matters.” Slowly, painfully slowly, he drags the straps of your dress down your shoulders, and allows the material to pool at your feet. 
Only then does he tear his gaze from your face, to look down to make sure that you’re not in danger of slipping on the thin material.
And then Fives stops.
He blinks. Once. Twice. Three times.
And then he exhales slowly as his fingers slowly, reverently, trace the lace of your lingerie. “This is new.” He breathes out.
“I wanted to try something a little outside my comfort zone.” You explain, your voice hushed so as to not break the atmosphere of the room. 
“For me?”
“You make me want to do things like this,” You whisper to him.
“Oh, ner cyare,” Fives breathes out, “I need your hands on me. I don’t care how.” He lightly rubs the thin material of the lingerie between his fingers, “but I really want you to keep this on for a bit longer.”
You smile shyly, “How about a massage?”
Fives lifts you, just enough that he’s able to kick the material of your dress out from under your feet, and then he walks you backwards into the living room. 
He pauses only long enough to strip his shirt off, and then he flops on the couch, “Come here, cyare.” Fives pulls you down and positions you so you’re straddling his hips, and then, once he has you properly positioned so you’re both comfortable, he pulls you down to crash your lips against his.
His hands are everywhere, caressing and squeezing and tracing, even as he coaxes your lips apart with teasing nips and soothing swipes of his tongue. You tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him closer and closer.
This is what you missed the most about Fives being gone. This closeness, this connection. The feeling that everything will be alright so long as his hands are on you and his lips are against yours.
And then Fives releases a quiet moan as you pull his hair a little too roughly, and you’re lost.
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catboii · 5 months
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((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3
I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming
After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!
normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn
then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.
I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.
I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff
...
BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.
I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then
but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.
I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again
he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.
One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen
mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.
We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.
we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.
I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.
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the day has finally come. the day for me to finally talk about my Mortal Kombat OC that i DEFINITELY didn’t make specifically to be gay for my sweet darling thunder god (or wind god, depending on what i'm vibing with. it is not consistent. sue me.)
i'm trying to write a gay little fanfic about him but i can't get my sorry ass to finish the first chapter 😫
anyway here he is! the lad himself: Ryūjin!
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YES i used an online character maker to design him. i came up with him at like 2am, i was NOT drawing his ass that late.
things that aren't depicted as a result:
his eyes glow just like any other god's; they're a bright yellow
he has glowing tattoos (similar to Fujin's) all along his arms. a dragon surrounded by ocean waves winds around his right arm, his left depicts jellyfish, fish, and other sea creatures within the seas
anyway uhhh. detailed-ish explanation about him under the cut if you care.
Name: Ryūjin (龍神; "Dragon God")
Height: 7'2
Age: Eternal
Occupation: God of the Sea
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If you didn't guess from his name, Ryūjin is directly based off of the Japanese dragon sea god of the same name. In mythology, he is mainly depicted as a dragon that lives in his undersea palace, Ryūgū-jō (竜宮城, 龍宮城; "Dragon palace castle"), however in many myths he possesed the ability to turn into a human. If you want to know more about Ryūjin from the myths, look it up. I don’t think anybody wants me infodumping about Japanese myths on my silly little MK sideblog.
Anyway, I digress. Ryūjin (or just Ryū), the OC, is Earthrealm's god of the sea. He's a little bit older than Raiden.
Much like his origin, he usually takes on the form of a massive dragon within the sea, but will take on a human-like form when the want or need arises. His human form has long, unkempt, white hair (if you couldn't tell), glowing yellow eyes, and he either wears his armor (as above) or just simple red and black robes.
He prefers to live in solitude in his Dragon Temple, controlling the oceans and mostly staying away from others. Local legends say that disasters such as tsunamis are caused when he leaves his temple in anger to swim around the seas, and the thrashing of his body causes the water to act up. He...might also be the cause of the whole Bermuda Triangle problem.
Much like the other Earthrealm gods, he has a sworn duty to protect Earthrealm when the needs arises, and will do anything to do so. However, he is generally an abrasive individual to those that work with him, and is quick to disappear into the seas when his work is done.
He has a soft spot for both Raiden and Fujin, causing them to be the only ones that see the kinder side of him. Generally, he's written to have a relationship with one or the other (usually Raiden). Regardless, he enjoys visiting both of them in the Heavens, and is always happy to see both of them (even if Fujin has a habit of getting on his nerves sometimes).
He specializes in hand-to-hand kombat, specifically jiu-jitsu, but he also possesses a sword and dagger should the need ever arise.
As a god, any standard rules that may apply to Raiden or Fujin will also apply to him.
Before you ask: No I have not thought about his role in MK1. That's a WHOLE other can of worms, methinks.
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Sorry for sending an ask meme over a day after you reblogged it but!! 👄 for Bonnie, Rietta, AND Barlai! I couldn't choose just one v_v
👄 What is your OC’s smile like? Is it bright and wide, or thin and reserved? Does your OC wear any lipgloss or lipstick? Do they chew their lips?
Thank you for reminding me that I need to put the others on here though-
But as for each of them? Let me go over these three! Because god is there a lot for me to say about this autistic gothicc bimbo centaur, this smug and sassy shortstack vampire chef and this big bitchy bully ghost
Bonnie
As you can guess, Bonnie has the BRIGHTEST fucking smiles you could ask for! Ever her small ones are full of love and hope, and you can tell she pours her heart into it. But, when she’s really really happy, she does do a bit of a goofier smile- like, yknow how horses pull their lips back to show off all their teeth and gums? Bonnie does it too! Granted it’s silly and much, much cuter, but it’s still a thing she does! Because just because her face is human doesn’t mean she still doesn’t, yknow, have horse instincts!
And, as I’ve tried to show off with those sketches of her I did that are tacked to her bio, Bonnie wears black lipstick in her day to day life! It’s supposed to help with her goth vibes, but she also wears it because it makes her look cuter than normal! Her lips are naturally soft and plush though, so coating them just makes them look prettier. It also means that she has a tendency to get lipstick on the back of her teeth when she bites her lips sometimes, but she always gets time to reapply it! Same for when it ends up wearing off when she’s smooching a cutie ;)
Rietta
I’ve said this plenty of times before but Rietta has like. Smug cat vibes to the max when she can really get going. Other times, she has to put on a cutesy smile to try and get people to buy her goods; other times she’ll give her mischievous little grins and smirks to folks who deserve it. She also has tends to bare her fangs no matter what kind of smile she has, since it’s kind of just vampire nature to wanna show off your chompers! Her genuine, “I’m not prideful I’m really emotional in a good way” smiles are super precious though and if you ever see one of them, know you should treasure it and she treasures you.
Like Bonnie, she’s got lipstick on too! Granted I’ve been thinking about changing it from a generic gothic black to maybe some kind of dark blue? I want something that emphasizes that Rietta’s supposed to be different from the generic vampire but goes with her color scheme.
Barlai
Barlai is an absolute bitch. Her smiles are huge, her mouth is huge and her eye teeth (canines) are all meant to be huge—not just in an menacing way, but in a way that kinda looks goofy in the sense that they’re rounded down but still very large and still kinda sharp. (Her bites might also inflict some kinda status thing? I don’t fully remember!)
Given that her tongue is purple and that color carries over to her saliva and the rest of her, her smiles and smirks and grins all have a sort of air of “mean”, “I’m better than you and sexier too”, “I fucking love messing with people” and just emanate an absolute aura of big bad bully bitch energy. If she flashes any sort of smile at you, you better be worried if she hasn’t gotten to you already! And even if you’re on her good side? She’ll still probably have something planned for you (which might be good or bad depending on how you view her mischief and meanness)
And you know how I said that her tongue is purple? You’d prolly think that the same applies with her lips, right? Nope! She actually uses a special type of makeup meant for the undead to make sure that she’s got purple painting the rim of her smirks and sneers and smiles so she can tease you better with them! Also because, of course, theres nothing better than a big bitch of a bully marking you up and leaving several sorts of imprints on you >;3
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interlagosed · 2 years
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I’d love the answer to quite a few if those questions but I’ll limit it to B, F , I please.
[this is the ask game!]
B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
Hm...I think the way I write love definitely is. The dynamics are slightly different but the general vibe of their love for each other is written from personal experience w/finding who you are born to be with and the ease and comfort of being with them. ¡Revolución! is definitely inspired by my studies and maybe my own experience growing up in a volatile country and places where I can't be as open about my politics as I'd like. Other than that, not really!
F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
From ¡Revolución! Chapter 4:
“Yeah,” Lando said, tartly, “but he’s going to be there too.”
George and Alex both went silent at that. Carlos, intrigued, set his book aside. 
“Who-”
But George and Alex’s eyes snapped towards Carlos in unison, then Alex exclaimed, “Carlos!”
“Uh. Yes?”
George gasped, and kissed Alex. “Carlos!” he agreed gleefully.
“I do not like this,” Carlos muttered to Lando, and Lando nodded fervently. He knew exactly where this was going.
“You should!” George grinned, then thumped Carlos hard on the back. Carlos coughed, slightly winded. “How would you like to go to a bona fide Anglosax rager?” 
“Uh-”
“Don’t do this to him,” Lando snapped. How dare they try to recruit Carlos against him?
“Oh, come on,” George snapped back. “You can show your hot boyfriend off to everyone. Don’t tell me you don’t love that idea. And it’ll keep him at bay, probably.”
“Who-” Carlos tried to ask again, but then Alex interrupted him.
“And anyway, you’ll have someone who won’t drink there with you. So it’s a win, right?”
Lando glanced at Carlos, frowning. “Carlos doesn’t want to go. Right, Carlos?”
“Carlos-” George started saying.
“Carlos,” Carlos bit out, and it served to quiet everyone down, “can speak for himself! Er. Myself!” 
He sighed, and looked at Lando. “You know I’ll come if you want me to, right?”
--Commentary: This is the shit I love writing. I LOVE writing chaotic scenes where you see everyone's personalities coming through. Rule of three: Carlos tries to get a word in edgewise three times, meanwhile George, Lando, and Alex - with the luxury of having a dynamic that's developed over years - have a big, rapid, loud argument about Carlos. And then when Carlos FINALLY asserts himself, trying to speak with the authority of a slightly older man, he trips over his own tongue trying to lay down the law. But then immediately, because this isn't about him, it's about Lando, he addresses his question to Lando. There's sooo much to learn about all four of them here and, crucially, their friendship. Carlos is a latecomer to a trio that has known each other since they were basically kids. But he still fits, precisely because his ego is not bigger than his love for Lando, it's not bigger than his fondness for George and Alex. And it's just nice to see confident, worldly, intelligence Carlos have a silly moment.
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
I read my own fics constantly. It's kind of a guilty pleasure because it feels a little self-indulgent, but I mean, the fact that I write fics at all is incredibly self-indulgent. And when I write fics it's because I'm writing what I wanted to read but couldn't find. So I guess I shouldn't feel guilty when I reread OMTSY for the 6th time lol.
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igarbagecannoteven · 11 months
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Hello! Peacock, blue heart, and crystal ball for the queer asks game! Mwah <3 sending productive vibes
hiya team! thanks for the questions and the vibes! how are things with you?
🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest? answered here, but i am always here to offer more recommendations! i recently finished watching the first season of xo kitty, and while it does suffer from some of the usual tween show pitfalls (as well as heavily relying on some major coincidences for big plot points) it is very cute and wayyy more queer than the marketing suggested. no spoilers but if you want to watch something light and silly and all about both queer and straight love i'd recommend it! a podcast rec that is less explicitly queer but so extremely good that i'll take any opportunity to recommend it is dungeons and daddies! every season (there are two, on of which is on-going) has at least one explicitly queer main character plus several queer side characters plus it's like. so so good and funny and sad and all about father-son relationships (season 1 at least) and generational trauma (both seasons) while also being about the stupidest silliest jokes and basically i love it with my whole heart :))
💙 - When you first learned about the Queer community, did you immediately realize ‘That’s me!’ Or did you consider yourself a ‘really good ally’ for some time? absolutely not lol. i totally thought i was Just A Friendly Ally, fully to the point where i came out as straight to my parents in middle school bc i thought it wasn't fair that my queer friends had to come out & my straight friends didn't. (yes yes cringe all you want) which btw pro tip for anyone thinking of trying that: don't! bc then later when you have Realizations(tm) you'll have to come out for real and everyone will be like "hang on what about what you said when you were 13" which is a pain lol. i even had a friend who was out as ace and i was like "wowie that's neat. couldn't be me tho bc i have crushes on people and also i'm not special enough to be anything other than straight" (which like. did baby megs hear herself? apparently not lol) so it took me nearly six years after learning about what being ace meant in order to be like "hang on. that kinda is me tho" so. goes to show lol.
🔮 - What Was the Moment you Realized you were Queer? there wasn't exactly a singular moment as such, i'm not the type of person to figure out anything without overthinking it and so it took me months of scrolling through ace forums and reading testimonies to feel comfortable using the label. there was a specific date that i suddenly felt 100% comfortable with the label (which is written down somewhere) but that was after a lot of buildup and i spent the next week after that questioning that feeling lol. in terms of other aspects of my queerness,,, those are still very much up in the air lol so i guess you could say i'm waiting for that moment/moments to come! there've been a lot of beats over the last year/couple years where i was like "hmm i think i'm aro" and then "hmm actually i think i'm bi" and then "hmm maybe i'm not fully cis" but none of them have been decisive enough for me to use any label other than ace & queer (my fav labels to have 😊)
ask me some pride themed questions!
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