May i request an ocean themed aro ace moodbard?
I hope you like it! -Mod Marcy
(this was a while ago and thankfully it’s been taken down now)
What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.
Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.
Yall, I just learned the coolest shit!
So everyone knows what a crush is, right?? When your romantically attracted to someone
And most people in the Ace/Aro communities knows what a squish is: When your platonically attracted to someone
I just learned that there’s more of these words!
Smush = sexual attraction
Swish = aesthetic attraction
Lush = sensual attraction
Idk why, but I’m so excited about these!
Ra ra Rasputin Lover of the science queen There was a cat that he wanted gone Ra ra Rasputin Etheria’s greatest war machine It was no shame how he carried on
I’ve finally set up a redbubble for my art!
I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile (but never had the confidence asdfgfg)
Murder mystery ✔️
Romance ✔️
LGBTQIA + characters ✔️
(It’s about 80k-85k words long)
Here are two of the main characters Aurelia (pink hair) and Hayley!! (One is Biromantic asexual, and ones lesbian and demisexual)
well that really mumbos my jumbos
No warnings, 4301 words. Past Scott/Jimmy. Angst and emotional hurt.
Read on ao3 here!
Summary:
Aletheia: unclosedness, unconcealedness, disclosure, truth; the state of not being hidden, the state of being evident. Opposite of Lethe, meaning oblivion, forgetfulness, concealment.
Scott remembers Third Life, as much as he would rather not. He’s an Emperor, now, with an Emperor’s business to attend to, and that includes meeting with the ancient deer deity of his kingdom, who is far more perceptive than he would like.
Or, Scott does not want to talk about Jimmy, but that matters little when your new god can read your thoughts.
Excerpt:
He meets the Guardian of Rivendell in a small clearing of stone and spruce in a jagged crack in the mountainside only accessible by air and by magic.
It’s snow-frosted, like everything else in Rivendell, crystals hanging from pine needles and glittering in the afternoon sun, grass crunching beneath his footfalls. The trees are tall and dark and reaching for the sky in their cloaks of wintergreen, berry bushes and brambles a circlet upon the earth’s burdened brow. The berries are holly, yew, toxic-bright, like splashes of blood, like eyes. The thought startles Scott, heart throbbing in his throat, and he tears his own eyes- blue eyes- away.
He is alone and then he is not.
Why did you call me, Guardian?
You are troubled. Now, come and talk with me a while.
Spencer or Pen | He/They/It/Em Check out some stuff I wrote! Most of it is good: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/pen-walker/
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