Just me writing down some random thoughts about a scene that I’m hoping will be so worth the wait…
(Gif not mine)
Walking through their door still made his heart quiver with the thousands of un-shared thoughts and words between them. She stood before the flickering flames of a roaring fire with her arms crossed tensely over her strong but, slender frame. His gaze fell over her weary face, his stomach flipped in unspoken shame when her reflection matched his own.
“You know why I’m here,” he sighed with his chin hovering over his chest.
She stood there frozen, her fingers trembled along her upper arms while his own tapped nervously on the kitchen counter. He felt the air around them shift as it became clear they were just Oliver and Felicity now they something more…
“Oliver…” her voice shook over the syllables of his name.
The sweat along his brow increased, his fingers drummed out evenly over the flat, black surface. “You can’t do this Felicity, you can’t possibly understand how this choice will affect you,” he begged sternly with restrained fear.
“Don’t presume to tell me what I can and can’t handle,” she rasped flatly as he dared to glance over her icy features.
you like knb? I just went through your knb tag and you seem to have drawn/even cosplayed for it ! wow! what are your ships? will you be drawing for the movie that came out ?
MAN, like is a very mild word for how big my KnB phase was, and it’s definitely one of those fandoms I always go back to, and MAN was the movie a slap to the face of nostalgia and wonderful memories ;A;. I didn’t produce much content for it back in the day, I didn’t have much time to draw in general back then, but I wanted to try again now that my art’s changed a bit and:
Something like that <3
Yep! I cosplayed a TON of characters from it. Originally I wanted to cosplay Kuroko or a member of GoM, but instead I ended up wanting to match my friends so I cosplayed Takao, Himuro, Momoi, Kagami, and Nijimura >.>;;;; I ended up much fonder of these characters as a result tho LOL
and MAN, SHIPS. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHA
If you thought my Yuuri poly shipping was bad…look at it this way, I mainly ship Yuuri with 4-5 husbands, and why not throw in the rest occasionally, the more the merrier right? This is around the number I tend to ship many of my fandom protags with (which is still a lot oops).
But KUROKO. Kuroko to me is the ultimate harem queen. To me, he has, minimum, EIGHT husbands. GoM + Kagami + Takao + Himuro. But I also ship him with a ton of other charas on the side like Kasamatsu, Nijimura, Hanamiya, Haizaki, Mayuzumi, Imayoshi, Miyaji…man the list is endless. I LEGITMATELY SHIP KUROKO WITH EVERYONE. (and Nash! my mother screams in the background…)
I started out with a strong bias for AoKuro that still remains on occasion, but reading a massive amount of pixiv fics started leaning me heavily towards Takao. So yeah, if I had to pick one, TakaKuro is my fav now. I also really like HiGuro (Himuro x Kuroko). But really, and most sincerely, THE MORE THE MERRIER.
KnB is also awesome bc it has so many wonderful Kuroko-centric combinations. I’m more partial to shipping certain characters when they’re in a set, and man the pixiv names for these are so great :’D. Fav combos include Light Sandwich (Aomine x Kuroko x Kagami), Aibou-gumi/partner squad (Takao, Himuro, Kasamatsu, occasionally Mayuzumi -> Kuroko), Rival sandwich (Takao x Kuroko x Kise), Demon King Sandwich (Akashi x Kuroko x Himuro), Hawk ‘n Dragon Sandwich (Takao x Kuroko x Himuro), Black-Hearted Sandwich (Hanamiya x Kuroko x Imayoshi), Captain Sandwich (Nijimura x Kuroko x Akashi), Highlighter Sandwich (Akashi x Kuroko x Midorima), Returnee Sandwich (Kagami x Kuroko x Himuro), of course all their respective schools, the combinations are endless…*dreamy sigh*
*COUGHS* ANYWAY. YEAH. KNB IS POLY SHIPPING HEAVEN.
(other than Kuroko-centric? I didn’t ship him with Seirin (other than Kagami) too much, tho I certainly don’t mind it, and I very lowkey shipped Kiyoshi + Riko + Hyuuga + Izuki as a poly 4some)
Will I be drawing for the new movie? Well it certainly brought all my feels tumbling back ^ ^; But at the same time I can’t really draw for more than one fandom at a time without getting distracted, and in general there is SO MUCH CONTENT I LOVE in KnB that going on Pixiv often satisfies me, unlike the frustration/craving for something that doesn’t exist I get with YOI ^ ^;; But at the same time, now that my art skills have improved a ton, I sorta want to draw one illustration that has all my fav Kuroko husbands just all crammed in…sighhhhh we’ll see ^ ^;;
Summary: Your soulmate’s name is tattooed onto your wrist
Relationships: Jack Kelly/Crutchie
Warnings: Mentions of abuse
Word Count: 3490
Jack couldn’t clearly remember a time without his tattoo. For all he knew it had been there since the day he was born. That happened sometimes, with strong pairs of soulmates. Of course people said the age that the tattoo appeared didn’t matter. A soulmate at four years old is the same as one at 27. Jack was just always secretly happy his had appeared so young.
He wasn’t a huge fan of the name it spelled out, though. The day his mother had read it to him stuck with him. He knew she had to have seen it before, but she still smiled sadly at him when she read it.
Neither Albert nor Race were as drunk as they lead everyone else to believe, in fact they weren’t drunk at all. Just tipsy enough to have the courage to pull each other into a closet. At first they just stared at each other, or rather in the general direction of each other because it was too dark to see. Then Race chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“Us.” Race whispered. He reached his hand out and clumsily found his was to Albert, cradled his face in his hands, and kissed him softly.
Albert smiled in the kiss and wrapped his arms around his neck. He pulled back and leaned their foreheads together. “I can’t believe we’re becoming one of those cheesy romcoms you love so much.”
Race laughed and pulled him closer by the waist. “Albert, we’re queer best friends, who grew up with each other, kissing in a closet at a party. We’re either a corny teen movie or a bad fanfic.”
Albert stifled a laugh, “I’ll take your word for it, Racer.”
Race kissed Albert’s nose before burying his head in the crook of his neck, holding him tight.
They didn’t hide away with the intentions of having sex, they just wanted to be mushy with each other without anyone knowing. Their little hookups happened more than they’d like to admit. They were usually 100% sober but alcohol made both of them annoying tactile and all of the rooms were either blocked off of full, so they resorted to the next best thing.
Albert kissed the back of Race’s head and stood there for a moment, taking in the fact that they were holding each other in a dark closet with hundreds of people partying just outside the door. He let out a little chuckle and pulled away to sit down, tugging on Race’s hand to tell him to sit too.
Race plopped down in front of Albert then pulled him in his lap. He wrapped his arms around his waist before planting a soft kiss on the back of Albert’s shoulder. “Al?”
“Hm?” Albert hummed, slumping down to lean into Race’s chest.
“Be my boyfriend.”
Race internally flinched at the feeling of Albert tensing in his arms. He sat up and turned around, pulling himself out of Race’s lap, “Tony-”
“C’mon, Albert.” Race grabbed his hand. “There shouldn’t be any shame in what we’re doing, but if we put a title to it then we won’t have to sneak around.”
Albert watched Race’s thumb trace small circles in his palm. He laughed, “You know how ironic you asking me out in a closet is?”
“It’s symbolism.” Race pulled Albert back into his lap and laid a soft alcohol-scented kiss on his lips.
“Damn, talk rhetoric strategies to me.”
Race snorted and pulled back to jokingly hit Albert on the shoulder. “I’m serious! C’mon it’s all we need to finish our cheesy story.” He planted another kiss on Albert’s cheek, then a trail of kisses going down his jawline to his lips.
He went to kiss Albert’s other cheek, but Albert turned his head to ram their lips together. He pushed himself further into Race’s lap and wrapped his legs around his waist. Cradling Race’s face in his hands, he pulled back only when they needed air.
“So is that a-”
Albert grinned as he watched the smile spread across Race’s face. Race pulled him closer and smushed their lips together, only stopping to breathe or smile as they got lost in each other’s arms.
They weren’t sure how long they were sitting on the floor kissing and talking, but after a while they could hear the party winding down outside. The plan was for Albert to leave first and then to text Race when the coast was clear. Everyone knew he takes breaks during parties to get away from socializing, so seeing him coming out of a closet wouldn’t be too strange. But when he reached for the door, it opened for him.
They both froze as Specs, Finch, and Romeo came into view. Neither of them were less clothed than they were when they came in, but their hair was a mess and their necks were shamelessly marked up.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Race stood and put his hands up, “But we didn’t do anything besides a little making out.”
The three newsies in front of the door stared at each other, the blankets they came for long forgotten. Romeo was the first to speak.
“Ace, but uh.” He walked out of the closet. “Surprise.”
Race snorted and followed his boyfriend into the hallway. He intertwined his fingers with his, “Surprise again.”
“Well anyway,” Specs cleared his throat, “The drunks are settling down for a movie if you loverbirds want to join.”
Race and Albert nodded before helping the three carry a bundle of blankets and pillows to the living room. Race dropped the announcement nonchalantly as he entered and everyone offered sleepy cheers to Albert’s embarrassment.
I found this Specs/Romeo fic from about a year ago and I don’t think I ever posted it since I can’t find it anywhere online? So here it is!
It was a
question that Specs found himself asking frequently; Romeo had a habit of
wandering off. And drunk Romeo was even more difficult to keep an eye on. Race
had somehow acquired a bottle of something harsh and acrid tasting (no one
wanted to ask where from) and Romeo had drunk a lot. Now he was missing and
Specs was trying very hard to pretend he wasn’t panicking.
tried the roof?” Mush asked. It was invariably Jack’s place, but he never
seemed to mind if it got used by any of the boy’s who needed time and fresh air
to clear their head.
answered by heading for the fire escape, taking the stairs two at a time until
he reached the small rooftop of the lodging house. A rooftop that was,
unfortunately, Romeo-free. Specs sighed, readjusting his glasses as if that
would suddenly make Romeo visible. He shouldn’t be worrying this much. No one
else was. Romeo was more than capable of looking after himself. Specs knew all
that, but he couldn’t help the panic that ached in his chest. He ran his hands
along the wall enclosing the roof and dipped his head to take some deep breaths
and try to calm down. Romeo was fine, of course he was. What was the worst that
could have happened to him?
On October 27th we’ll post submissions for the Ace-Spec Stories event we’re hosting here. Submissions should be typed, original, and can be based on one of our three writing prompts; though we’ll accept any ace-spec original stories submitted if the number of submissions is low enough.
The prompts are:
A person lies stiffly on the ground, unconscious. Only one thing can save them: a secret. A secret you’ve never told before.
Two coffee shop customers go to pick up their drinks, bumping into each other on the way. They seem familiar to each other, vaguely. What they talk about next will decide what they wish for.
They were bored, sick of this job. Then they met the person with the wild-colored hair. Who knows why this person showed an interest in them, but they sure started an adventure.
Stories should be Ace-spec-related, in some way, and the connection should be clear!
Ace-spec Pride Art Contest
On October 28th we’ll post the winners and honorable mentions for our Pride Art Contest; winners will be messaged for choice of prizes, which are:
Three pins from Zazzle, customized with your winning design: Pins are 2 ¼ inches, round or square.
One deck of playing cards from Zazzle, customized with your winning design.
Winners will have the opportunity to choose one of these prizes; first place will have first choice, second will have second, and so on. There will be three winners, and in the case that one or more of the prizes is not chosen or is given up, next choice will be given to whichever honorable mention was next closest to placing.
Submitted art should adhere to the following guidelines:
Submission: Art must be submitted by October 27th, 11:59pm PST, either directly through the blog’s submissions page, or in the #AceSpectacular tag. Anything later will not be accepted.
Originality: Work must be your own, and must not directly copy/mirror anyone else’s work. Accidentally coming up with a concept similar to someone else’s is alright, but any intentional mirroring will be disqualified (trust us, we’ll know). Work must also not infringe on any copyrighted material.
And will be judged based on the following criteria:
Does the piece fit the theme?
Is the piece creative?
Is the piece composed well? Dynamic/interesting?
On October 29th, the final day of Ace Awareness Week, we’ll be posting submitted selfies. Selfies can include answers to any of the following three questions (though this is absolutely optional):
How did you find out about Asexuality?
How and when did you realize you were ace-spec?
What have your experiences with the ace-spec community been?
Have you come out to anyone as ace-spec? What has been your experience with coming out?
If you’d rather not display your face, some alternatives are:
Blur out your face
Take a picture of your (ace-themed?) outfit with your face cropped
Draw a self-portrait! This can be of yourself, or even a character you identify with (especially in ace colors!)
Cover your face with the card that corresponds to your identity (see below)
like… @ cishet aces… why the fuck do you want to be lgbt so badly!!! its not fucking fun to be oppressed!!! lol!!!
like… remove the pride flags, aesthetics, and fun stuff and yall would not be interested. you know why? fearing for your life isnt fun!!!!
you dont have to fear for your fucking life to be valid, god dammit!!