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topazy · 1 year
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Silent bloom
Paring: Bellamy Blake x reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence, PTSD
Chapter: 3.01
“Where are you going?”
You look over your shoulder to see Bellamy entering your shared room; he had just changed into looser clothing than he was wearing before. You smile at him, “to see Jasper.”
“Dressed like that?” He asks playfully, motioning to the damp towel that was wrapped around your body.
“Obviously, it’s the latest fashion,” you say. You reach for the clothes you left hanging on the edge of the bed, but Bellamy links his fingers with yours before you can reach them. You smile up at him and ask, “And what about you, Blake? Where are you going dressed like that?”
He looks down at his clothes, confused. “I’m going to spar with Lincoln. Why? Problem?”
“There actually is,” you say, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. “You're wearing far too many layers.”
He tugs off his shirt and discards it, “Better?”
“Much,” you say before leaning up and pressing your lips against his.
Bellamy deepens the kiss and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. He gripped your chin with his hand and kissed down your forehead to your nose, making you giggle. “Have you decided what you're doing later?”
“Yes,” the giddy feeling in your stomach disappears, and you shake your head. “I’m not going.”
Arkadia had been your home for the last three months, although it wasn’t easy. Bellamy, Octavia, Raven, Monty, and Lincoln had kept you sane most of the time. But no matter how happy you felt around them, it didn’t keep the nightmares at bay.
His hand dropped from your chin as he cleared his throat. “Please, just think about it. We are going to Sector seven. I think it will be good for you.”
“I don’t know, Bell. I want to, but I don’t know if I’m ready.”
He kisses your forehead and says, “Just say you’ll think about it.”
You take a deep breath and knock on the door in front of you. “Jasper, can we talk? Please.”
Jasper didn’t answer.
“You haven’t eaten in days, and I’m worried about you.”
Nothing.
You sit down on the ground and lean against his door. “I know what it’s like to see and hear people who aren’t there, it happens to me all the time. I still think about the people I’ve lost all the time. Hell, I even miss Murphy... I'm going to go. I’ve left you some food and clean clothes outside your door.”
You walk away feeling crushed, knowing Jasper probably wasn’t answering the door because he passed out drunk. The only people who made an effort with him now were you and Monty. So much for keeping your friends safe. You take a couple of deep breaths when you feel a tightness in your chest. You needed to change before you ended up pushing your friends away, just like Jasper.
You walk into the hangar and notice Miller and Bellamy preparing for the next scouting mission.
“You're coming?” Bellamy asks, smiling.
You nod; the look on his face makes you glad you’d decided to go. Hearing a groaning noise, you look under one of the tables to see Jasper pass out. “How long have you been there?”
“A couple of hours,” Monty sighs. Him and Bellamy pull Jasper out from under the table and help him stand.
“Hey, flower girl!”
You turn and smile brightly at Gina when you see her enter the room. “Hey, how was it?”
“I hate that place, you know? But somebody’s gotta go back there.” She gives you a sympathetic look before reaching into her backpack. “I found the book you were talking about.” She hands you a copy of the Iliad. “I remember you saying how you wanted to do something nice for Bellamy, and if you ever got the chance, you’d try to find him this.”
“This is amazing, thank you!” You pull Gina in for a hug before letting her get back to work.
You walk back towards Bellamy, who has a curious look on his face. “What was that about?”
“She helped me get you a gift.”
“A gift?”
“I wanted to do something nice for you, since you’ve been so good to me... while, you know…” The suspicious look on his face made you laugh. You handed him the book, and his expression hardened. “I thought you’d like it since your mom used to read it to you.”
“I do, it’s—thank you,” he kisses you on the forehead and puts the book in his bag. “Better make sure we’ve got everything.”
Bellamy hands Miller a gun while you double-check your bag to make sure you’ve got everything you need. You look up, noticing Monty walking by you carrying a bucket of water. He throws it over Jasper, who still looks drunk. “Oh, sorry, too cold?”
Jasper lets out a loud yell and grabs Monty, swinging them around before shoving him into the vehicle. “Enough!” You snap, jumping in between them. You shove Jasper back and say, “I get that you're hurting, but don’t be a massive dick and take your anger out on the people who care about you.”
Jasper looks taken aback by your words. He looks behind you as Bellamy approaches and says, “No gun for you, not until you’re sober.”
“Don’t want one,” he says, doing a mock salute, then slapping Bellamy on the head before walking away.
You and Raven share a look of concern. If Jasper had one of his meltdowns outside the camp, he’d probably get you all killed. Although the same could probably be said for you.
“Is Octavia coming?”
Bellamy shrugs. The relationship between the Blake siblings had been strained for a while, making it difficult for those around them.
You go to get into the Rover but stop when Bellamy places his hand on your shoulder. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “For the book and for coming.”
You give him a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down. Raven, who was in the driver’s seat, looked back at you with a smirk on her face and said, “She’s far too good for you.”
Bellamy rolls his eyes and says, “Shut up.”
Jaspers scoffs, “Be careful. Monty might melt her.”
“Enough!” Bellamy sighs. “Raven, take us out.”
Raven starts to drive out of the hangar when Octavia appears on horseback. She raises her brows and says, “try and keep up.”
The ride is mainly in silence until Jasper starts singing loudly; when Raven and Miller joined in, the mood became much lighter until the sing-a-long was interrupted by the sound of a tracking beacon from Farm Station, causing Raven to stop the rover.
“It hasn’t gone off in what? four months?”
Miller nods and asks, “How is that possible?”
“We'll find out. Where are they?”
Before Monty can answer you, Octavia opens the door to the rover and says, “Don't tell me I missed the party.”
“The beacon is in Sector Eight, Ice Nation territory,” Raven explains. “The protocol says we go home. Let the Chancellor decide what to do next.”
“Screw protocol. The Chancellor's not from Farm Station. Monty is, as is Miller's boyfriend,” he says, turning to face them. “It's your call.”
They agree to go into Ice Nation territory to look for the beacon.
Your breath becomes slightly hitched as you grip the gun in your hands tightly as Octavia talks to the Ice Nation scouts in Trig. They were looking for someone called Wanheda. You don’t notice Jasper moving until it’s too late, and he’s snatching the beacon that’s hanging around a scout's neck off of him.
The ground spins him round and he puts his knife to Jasper's throat, “Where's Wanheda?”
“We don’t know,” you go to step forward, but Bellamy holds you back. “We don’t know who Wanheda is, but we can help you look if you let him go.”
The scout looks as if he’s considering it, but Jasper starts to laugh, angering him. “You think this is funny?”
Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, you're yelling for the scout to stop as he slices his blade along Jasper's throat. Miller, Raven, and Bellamy fire at the other scouts.
“Hold your fire!” Bellamy yells.
“Jasper, get down!” The moment Octavia throws her blade and it sinks into the grounder's chest, your hands are covered in blood again, and Finn is on the other side of the knife.
“Thanks Daisy.”
Your heart hammers in your chest as Finn’s voice echoes in your head and you watch the blood spilling down your friend's neck. You pull a first aid kit from your bag and try to hold a bandage against Jasper's neck to stop the bleeding, but he pushes you away. “I’m trying to help you; you're being an idiot!”
“I’ll take him to medical,” Octavia says, helping you to your feet.
Bellamy slams the radio; he was talking to Kane on down. “Miller? Get one of their horses. Raven said you can't ride, you're on the back. Monty, Daisy, you're with me. Let's go.”
You arrive at Sector 4 to meet Kane and Indra and walk into a tunnel. Monty walks beside you and says, “He's getting worse, isn't he? I mean, getting drunk every night is one thing, but smiling with a knife to your throat? That's next-level damage.”
Before you can reply, Kane comes into view with Indra by his side. Bellamy says, “He must have told her we broke the truce. Sir, before you say anything, there was a good reason—”
“I'll deal with that later. This is about Clarke,” Kane says seriously.
“What about her?”
“She’s being hunted,” Indra explains.
“By the scouts?”
“By everyone.”
You notice how nervous Indra looks as the wheels go over tree trucks, causing the rover to sway. You offer her a friendly smile and say, “It takes a while to get used to.”
She says nothing but watches as you roughly rub your hands with a wet cloth. Bellamy handed you something to try and get Jasper's blood off your hand.
“Sir, we're almost out of range. Are you sure you don't want to tell the chancellor?” Monty asks about slowing down before he drives completely out of range.
“I'm sure. I don't want to worry Abby until we know something.”
“We know there's a kill order,” Bellamy says from his position beside Monty in the front. “Your people are big on those.”
“It's not a kill order,” Indra clarifies. “It's a bounty. Clarke's a symbol. She's known as Wanheda. The Commander of Death.”
“Why are they looking for her? Is it because of what happened in mount weather?” Your hands begin to sweat at your own question.
“My people believe that when you kill someone, you get their power. Kill Wanheda, and you command death.”
“She’s just one girl,” Kane points out.
“So was the commander. What Clarke did at Mount Weather weakened her. The Ice Nation was emboldened. Their queen wants Clarke's power. If her people believe she has it, she'll break the coalition and start a war. I can't let that happen.”
“Welcome to sector seven,” Monty says, bringing the rover to a stop.
“Where to now?”
Indra leans forward and points in the direction she wants him to drive. “If she's here, she'll need supplies. We'll start at the trading posts.”
Monty slams down on the breaks so he doesn’t crash into a tree that’s fallen onto the road. “We need to move it to clear a path.”
You go to open the Rover door, but Indra stops you and says, “Wait. It's been cut down.”
“You don't know that,” Bellamy says before opening the door and popping his head out of the rover to look around with his gun ready.
You move beside him and look around as well, but when a second tree suddenly starts to fall, Bellamy pulls you away from the door and slams it shut.
Indra gives him a knowing look and says, “We do now.”
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unreadsstuff · 1 year
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You would never be able to process all the shifts and changes happening in your life if you didn't slow down.
Slow is fast. You're not in race with God.
You will not be able to hear Him leading you if you always entertain the noise around you to be louder than God's voice.
Take it slow,and learn to hear from Him first.
Then go from there.
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northlight14 · 6 months
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Pt.2 of me summarising anime plots in a few sentences!
(Pt 1 here)
Possible spoilers ahead!
Anohana: grief, trauma and love triangles
Bungo stray dogs: great writers of the past, except this time they’re not misogynistic p3dophiles (well, most of them) solve crimes and give me gender envy. Also they all have superpowers and a lot of gay subtext with their rivals…like A LOT
Stars align: y’all remember when this was a sports anime and not about these kids trauma?
Your name: pretty animation and soul connections go brrr
Bloom into you: two lesbian demiromantic’s fall in love and the whole cast gets a bit too relatable for me to be fully comfortable
Terror in resonance: fucking traumatising game of cat and mouse
Death parade: fucking traumatising game of life and death
A silent voice: fucking traumatising
Wandering son: the most wholesome example of trans ftm/mtf solidarity you ever did see
Komi can’t communicate: local teen with social anxiety gets adopted by two extroverts and then they work together to help her adopt more extroverts (and a few introverts too for bonus points)
Ace Attorney: the sped up version of the gay lawyer game but made gayer, somehow
Buddy daddies: two assassins accidentally adopt a child and then accidentally end up in a queer platonic relationship and if you thought you were safe from the angst, you were sorely mistaken
Given: music as a love language and overcoming past traumas
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fizzytoo · 2 months
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Karlee confides in Ama about the "Andrew" situation.
5th panel: [karlee]: "I feel a little guilty. All this time, I've never thought about what they could be like. I didn't need to. I have you, and Dad, and Papa. You guys are all I could ever want. I don't know anything about Andrew. What if they hate me?"
6th panel: [amaya: "I think that's normal. To not want to know. And it's perfectly okay to decide you want to get to know them now. They can't possibly hate you, Karls. They'd be a fool to not recognize that big heart of yours."
7th panel: [amaya]: "Whatever you decide, I'm here for you."
8th panel: [moodlet] Happy +1. "I love you.": From having familial support. Karlee can't have asked for a better sibling. She can only hope this new mystery sibling will love her all the same.
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I miscounted, don’t judge me.
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kaeyapilled · 10 months
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i dont think kaveh and alhaitham were romantically involved back in the akademiya. and in fact i believe that the repressed pining particularly from kaveh's part made their friendship breakup worse
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likesummerrainn · 9 months
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"A few years back when we hit the top of our smuggling game, she just appeared. And we figure some day...she'll just disappear."
Rinko Kikuchi as Bang Bang and Adrien Brody as Bloom in The Brothers Bloom 2008 | dir. Rian Johnson
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yourdragonsareglowing · 4 months
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oh god oh goughd what the fuck ough <- <- just finished the final calamity ganon fight in botw for the first time
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eden-falls · 2 years
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took a photo of every single volume 1 i have. this was a huge hassle and i don't know why i did it. tagging this to find new mutuals bc i love all of these and would like to chat about them - however a lot of these i havent read in full (i have read vanitas, mtp, bsd, and cotw in full. the rest i've either seen the anime or just cant find the rest of the manga)
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justbusterkeaton · 1 year
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In December 1951, Chaplin sent for him to discuss a scene in his new film, a drama of the English music halls called Limelight. The two men embraced; there was always great affection between them.
“That sequence was a very, very difficult sequence to do, the two of them together,” said Jerry Epstein (Chaplin’s assistant) “Buster came on the first day wearing his Buster Keaton hat, ready to go, and Charlie took him aside and said, ‘Buster, this is not that kind of picture. We’re playing different parts now. We’re not playing the old thing.’ And he said, ‘Yes, Charlie, of course. Sure. Of course. Anything you want.’ Which is what was sweet about him. It was like his first picture. He had all this enthusiasm of starting in pictures again, and that was terribly endearing….The crew just loved it, seeing Keaton and Chaplin working together.”
There was this kind of unconscious communication that went on,” said Norman Lloyd. “Not much talk. They would look and do something, then do it again. No talk. There was a kind of communication between them that was unspoken. But it happened as they would adjust the routine—maybe more music or maybe Charlie wanted to pull the pants up higher or whatever. But then—‘No, we’ll do it again.’ And Buster would keep adding stuff at the piano with having more music falling all over the place.”
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The routine ends in applause and death, Calvero working himself into such a lather he tumbles off the edge of the stage and lands in a bass drum, from which he continues to play. They haul him up and carry him off, drum and all, to the laughs and the cheers of the audience. He has hurt his back, he thinks, but as he lies on a couch in his dressing room, the doctor determines he’s had a heart attack. While an ambulance is summoned, he asks to be carried to the wings to watch the performance of a ballerina he’s mentored. And there he dies. As the body is covered with a sheet, the camera pulls back to include those surrounding him, principally Keaton, Sydney Chaplin, Norman Lloyd, and Nigel Bruce. It continues out onto the stage where Claire Bloom, in mid-performance, twirls into the shot.
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It was a deceptively complicated movement that momentarily summoned the filmmaker in Keaton. “The camera,” said Lloyd, “was on Charlie—centered on him—and, as we were going backwards, with no dialogue, just music, I heard a voice, very quiet, just above a whisper, saying, ‘It’s okay, Charlie. You’re right in the center of the shot. Yeah, you’re fine, Charlie. It’s perfect. Right in the shot. Right in there…” That was Buster. He just volunteered that. He had nothing to do with the making of the shot at all, but he was directing that scene. He wanted to make sure that camera never got off Charlie. And he’s making certain that Charlie gets his shot.”
Excerpts taken from - Buster Keaton: A Filmmaker’s Life by James Curtis 2022
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Refrain Often the best thing you can do is pray about it, leave it alone, stay silent, and lay low as you let God do His thing. The timeline may not be what you want, but I promise that in due time it will work in your favor.
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topazy · 2 years
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The “he fell first but she fell harder” trope in my fics
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unreadsstuff · 1 year
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It's okay to take the slower and longer routes.
The most important thing is to remember that you will never drive alone. You have a faithful companion in Jesus- the perfect best friend to tab along on any kind of travel and trip.
The journey can be long so make sure you enjoy the ride.
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wingedblooms · 2 years
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i dream of seer Elain, eyes cloudy and lips budding with the secrets of the Cauldron.
a voice that was male and female, young and old, haunting and alluring
humming a silent melody as she wanders across the solar system, her garden. stars and wind and darkness in full bloom.
a song and an invitation, its siren song
promising hope and healing as vines twine tightly in death’s sweet embrace. her power a thing of secret, lovely beauty.
the seer’s song
i am super excited to see Elain’s sight [oracular, mystic, and more] at work. i suspect it functions like the Cauldron itself, especially the siren song it uses to find and influence others through dreams. in CC, the oracle lures Hunt and her voice slithers [like the Cauldron’s power] when she is using her sight. as i have said before, sight and song often twine together in Norse mythology. völva [witches, seers, wise women] used song to see and influence Wyrd [fate]. since we know Sarah draws from this mythology, it would be fitting for Elain’s gift to include both sight and song, which might also explain why she and Azriel are intertwined. it also doesn’t hurt that this floral dress, titled silent melody, used to be on Sarah’s ACOTAR Pinterest board. because we are mind twins, @offtorivendell has theorized about her sight as Singing. she also wondered if the first part of the scene below is from Elain’s dreams [Feyre’s mind drawn into her sister’s while she slept through her daemati powers], surfacing in brief flashes of light and color that include the mighty Cauldron’s illusion.
My dreams were a tangled garden, thorns snagging on me as I stumbled through them. I dreamed of the Suriel, bleeding out and smiling. I dreamed of the Weaver’s open mouth ripping into Ianthe while she still screamed. I dreamed of Lord Graysen—so mortal and young—standing at the edge of the camp, beckoning to Elain. Telling her he’d come for her. To come home with him. That he’d found a way to undo what had been done to her—to make her human again.
I dreamed of that Cauldron in the King of Hybern’s war-tent, so dark and slumbering … Awakening as Nesta and I stood there, invisible and unseen.
How it had watched back. Known us.
I could feel it watching me, even then. In my dreams. Feel it extend an ancient, black tendril toward me—
I jolted awake.
[…]
Amren’s bare feet were splattered in mud and grass. “It came here—its power. I can feel it—slithering around. Looking.”
“The Cauldron,” Varian said, brows narrowing. “But—it’s aware?”
“We pried too deep,” Amren said. “Battle aside, it knows where we are as much as we now know its location.”
Nesta raised a hand. “Listen.”
And I heard it then. It was a song and invitation, a cluster of notes sung by a voice that was male and female, young and old, haunting and alluring and—
“I can’t hear anything,” Rhys said.
“You were not Made,” Amren snapped. But we were. The three of us …
Again, the Cauldron sang its siren song.
My very bones recoiled. “What does it want?”
I felt it pulling away—felt it sliding off into the night.
Azriel stepped out of a shadow. “What is that,” he hissed.
My brows rose. “You hear it?”
A shake of the head. “No—but the shadows, the wind…They recoil.”
The Cauldron sang again. Distant—withdrawing.
“I think it’s leaving,” I whispered. Cassian stumbled and staggered for us a moment later, a hand braced on his chest, Mor on his heels. She did not so much as look at me, nor I her, as Rhys told them. Standing together in the dead of night—
The Cauldron sang one final note—then went silent.
The presence, the weight … vanished.
Amren loosed a sigh. “Hybern knows where we are by now. The Cauldron likely wanted to have a look for itself. After we taunted it.”
I rubbed at my face. “Let’s pray that’s the last we see of it.”
Varian angled his head. “So you three … because you were Made, you can hear it? Sense it?”
“It would appear so,” Amren said, looking inclined to tug him back to wherever they’d been, to finish what they’d no doubt still been in the middle of doing.
But Azriel asked softly, “What about Elain?”
what about Elain? can she find and influence others in her murky realm where dream and reality entwine? does she ensnare them with a promise of spring the future, sparkling with light and color amidst mist and shadow? a vision of hope shining in the tapestry of void.
seer, wise woman, weaver of fate.
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northlight14 · 1 year
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✨Aro/ace spec headcanon’s✨
Made a post similar to this before but the list has grown so making this again
My Hero Academia:
- Bakugo (demisexual, demiromantic, gay)
- Ashido (asexual, cupioromantic)
- Todoroki (demisexual, demiromantic, pan)
- Aizawa (asexual, homoromantic)
- Sero (allo aro)
- President Mic (aromantic, bisexual)
- Midnight (sex favourable asexual, omniromantic)
Buddy daddies:
- Rei (greysexual, gay)
- Kazuki (greyromantic, bisexual)
(Queerplatonic kazurei my beloved💛)
Haikyuu:
- Daichi (aro/ace) (only seen season 1 and a bit of season 2 so if he gets a girlfriend or something later, shush no he doesn’t😂 /lh)
Bungo stray dogs:
- Fukazawa (aro/ace)
- Akutagawa (demisexual, gay)
Death note:
- L (asexual, demiromantic, gay)
- Ide (aromantic, heterosexual)
Death Parade:
- Decim (aro/ace)
- Chiyuki (aro/ace)
Dr Stone:
- Senkuu (aro/ace) (this one’s basically canon but putting it here anyway since it hasn’t been officially confirmed)
- Gen (asexual, biromantic)
A Silent Voice:
- Shouya (aro/ace)
Komi can’t communicate:
- Najimi (aro/ace)
Romantic Killer:
- Anzu (aromantic, bisexual) (this entire show is just aro culture. Of course she was gonna be on here)
- Kazuki (demiromantic, bi, possibly ace???)
Saiki K:
- Saiki (aro/ace) (another one that’s basically canon but since it hasn’t been officially confirmed I’m putting it here)
- Hiro (aro/ace)
Bloom Into you:
- Yuu (demisexual, demiromantic, lesbian) (this show is also just a-spec culture, even if she’s not fully aro/ace she’s very obviously demi coded, at least in my opinion)
Danganronpa:
- Junko (aro/ace)
- Byakuya (asexual, gay)
- Kyoko (lesbian aro/ace)
- Hina (demiromantic lesbian)
- Hiro (asexual, unlabelled romantic orientation)
- Sonia (aegosexual, panromantic)
- Fuyuhiko (asexual, biromantic)
- Rantaro (aro/ace)
- Maki (demiromantic, bisexual)
The Good Place:
- Michael (aro/ace)
Dead End:
- Courtney (aromantic, lesbian)
Avatar: The Last Airbender:
- Katara (asexual, heteromantic)
- Toph (aromantic, lesbian)
Ace Attorney:
- Mia (Sapiosexual, pansexual)
- Maya (questioning but knows she likes girls and is on the ace spectrum)
- Luke Atmy (asexual)
- Godot (asexual, biromantic)
Good Omens:
- Crowley (asexual, gay)
- Aziraphale (demisexual, gay)
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fuckentoastybitch · 2 years
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saw the tweet and it immediately reminded me of nightowl
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