I am in my 20s and am Aroace. I go by They/them pronouns. However, you will see me using they/she pronouns for various sonas, I just am not using the she to avoid people ONLY calling me she. Close friends may call me she occasionally.
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My F/Os and selfships
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I’m aroace, but my sonas represent a part of me romantically and sexually interested in certain characters, so they may not “look or act” aroace, but they are still on that spectrum because they’re a representation of me. But, they’re also ocs! So they won’t all act exactly the same.
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Proselfship culture is not knowing if you want a character to be a familial f/o or a romantic f/o before eventually saying "screw it" and selfshipping with the character both familially and romantically.
imagine getting kidnapped by a yandere except instead of them trying to torture you or anything they just take care of ur basic needs (bathing regularly, taking meds if u have any, eating 3 meals a day, etc.) bc ur a depressed bitch with executive dysfunction and they want u to be ur best even if they’ve kidnapped you and won’t let u leave their house
ok but at first they still have you tied up because they insist on feeding you food themself…like ur whole body including ur hands are tied up so they have to bring the fork with food on it to ur mouth…like pls
also them dressing you up in clothes they think would look cute on you…i mean yeah they’re basically treating you like a doll more than a human with free will at this point but hey it least its kinda cute in a fucked up way and they sort of care about u
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How would Killer react if someone tried to put something in our drink at a party?
TW for drugging.
(More below the cut)
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Although people of any gender could be the perpetrator or victim, for these examples, the perpetrator is a man.
Chances are, Killer notices any attempts as soon as they happen.
Killer is very observant. He's constantly watching his surroundings; he knows where the nearest entrance and exit is, who the biggest potential threat is, who's doing what, how many people are in the room...
He can't help it. It's hardwired into him at this point.
Buuuut, I'll give you two scenarios: One where Killer notices before you drink it, and one after.
Before:
That fucker's hand is snapped up so fast.
Good chance the drug isn't even fully sprinkled into your drink yet; it's still pinched between the dude's fingers. The drink nearly spills from the sudden motion, as his hand is ripped away from the glass, held crushingly within Killer's grip.
"hey there, bud."
Killer's smile is as far away from friendly as it can get. The corners are impossibly sharp, anger twisting his features into a cold, tense stare. He offers no warmth.
"last i checked, that ain't yours." His grip tightens, making the stranger wince.
The man gives little response, muttering quick phrases like, "Dude, chill, let go," confirming Killer's suspicions.
Killer's voice lowers, only audible enough for the man to hear; "give me one good reason why i shouldn't kill you."
"I was just—you're being stupid. I wasn't—"
"oh? you can't?" He tugs the man impossibly closer, grip so tight it could crack a bone if the pressure were angled just right.
And unfortunately for this guy, Killer knows the exact spot.
Killer then turns to give you a flat, "i'll be back," and pulls the man towards the nearest exit.
If you protest (either because you're confused about the whole situation and didn't see the drug, or just don't want Killer to do... whatever he's about to do), Killer would give you a deceivingly sweet look paired with a gentle tone, mentioning how he'll be right back, feel free to go find a nice table, he'll come find you in a minute ❤️
...All while slowly dragging this guy outside.
Killer's expression immediately flips to a terrifyingly cold, automated grin when he turns away from you, giving the man a harsh shove out the door.
Killer returns in a couple minutes with a, "sorry to keep you waitin', gorgeous—oh, this table's nice~" then he completely guides the subject before you can even ask a single question.
It's hard for you to piece together what happened considering his calm demeanor paired with a clean appearance, showing no signs of a scuffle of any sorts. That makes one of them...
Killer probably didn't KILL him. Probably.
Besides, he's trying to enjoy a night out with his partner. So adding a dead body to the mix? Talk about a mood dampener.
But if Killer catches even a singular glimpse of this guy ever again...
After:
Since Killer is on guard and attentive in his natural state, for someone to even be able to touch your drink, he'd have to be out of the equation.
So, here's a lil scenario (the writing's a lil lazy but it gets the idea across 🤷♀️):
TW: Someone tries leading you away. Their intention is not explained/up for interpretation.
In the time it takes for Killer to go up and order you two a few more drinks, while his back was turned, someone had come up to you, gesturing your attention elsewhere to drop something into your drink before leaving abruptly.
There isn't much left in your drink—hense why Killer had semi-chugged the rest of his a few minutes ago, that way, he could order another one for the both of you.
You'd told him what you wanted, to which he replied, "(random drink you didn't ask for)? got it, i'll be right back," earning him a bit of playful banter, to his enjoyment. He'd ended it with a "i know, i know," giving you a lingering kiss and telling you that he'll be right back with a wink.
...Which leads to now. The person who'd gotten your attention is already gone, leaving you to yourself with a nearly-empty glass. You drink up the last bit of it, because it looks like Killer will be back any time now, the two drinks are already on the bar—but your face immediately scrunches as the drink hits your tongue, dry swallows following the initial gulp.
Holy fuck. Why did it taste like that??
Maybe it's because that was the end of the drink? But...
Killer's already back, pulling your attention away from the horrid drink you just swallowed down.
He notices the remnants of your sour expression, cocking a brow bone.
"you good?"
You clear your throat in hopes of dispelling the foul memory.
"Yeah—the bottom of that drink tasted like shit."
Killer simply snickers and hands you the new glass— "well good thing your loving amazing deserving-of-all-your-adoration boyfriend got you a new one, huh?"
God, he's such a nerd. And you love him for it.
Does that make you a nerd, too?
Oh well.
The night goes wonderfully, with you two chatting it up and Killer trying to make you laugh. Y'know, the usual.
Except...
Except his jokes are beginning to hit a little too hard.
Killer notices it after making one-too-many horrible punchlines; your laughs have grown more and more giggly with every attempt he makes. At this point, you're practically giggling like a drunk man.
You'd usually roll your eyes with a fond smile, so this is... weird. I mean, Killer enjoys the extra attention, but something's...
"you good over there?" Killer laughs, grin slanted.
You smile in response, sneaking a "Yeah" through the giggles.
...He's not sure.
You're weirdly agreeable, even as Killer drags you out onto the dance floor when a slow dance song comes on. Your movements are a little loopy, but you seem to be having fun, so... alright.
That just means you'll be leaning against him a little extra for a few of the moves, which he is not about to complain about.
...Until your eyes suddenly glaze over before you stumble, nearly hitting the floor.
Killer's arms are around you in an instant to stop your fall. The usual grin on his face fades quick.
"babe?"
You mumble something incoherent in response as people turn to stare.
You're unresponsive when Killer prompts you again, so he carefully leads you away from the crowd, taking most of your weight as you sway uncoordinatedly. He sits you down at the small table you two occupied earlier, kneeling in front of you to get a better look at your face.
Your eyes are drooping, blinks slow, eyes unfocused as you stare off into space.
Killer snaps his fingers in front of your eyes.
You blink, gaze slowly finding his.
Then you blink again.
...Something is terribly wrong. He needs to get you out of here.
Before Killer can teleport the two of you, his head snaps to the side as an unfamiliar voice speaks close behind.
"Do you need any help?"
Killer's gaze meets the stranger's immediately.
And it's... just some dude. The most average dude Killer's ever seen.
As if the stranger never even spoke, Killer turns his attention back to you, his hands running gently down your arms until they reach your hands. He takes yours in his, giving them a small squeeze.
All you do is blink tiredly, eyebrows furrowing slightly. At least your eyes are somewhat on his, as they shift from watching his left socket, to his right, then back to the left...
The stranger's hand comes to rest atop your shoulder.
Killer smacks it away in an instant, whipping back around as his mouth presses into a strained grin.
"don't touch them."
"Here, I can help." The man considers placing his hand back on you, but decides against it when Killer's grin sharpens threateningly.
Instead, he crouches down to look you in the eyes.
And Killer's about five seconds away from kicking this guy's balls in.
"Here, come with me," he says, gesturing for you to follow.
Is... is he seriously talking to you? Is he stupid?
But Killer tenses the moment you mumble a "Mmk..." and begin to stand up.
Fuck no.
Killer immediately pushes you back into your seat, hand lingering to keep you down.
"See," the man continues, reaching out again, "they want to go with me, I can—"
"touch them again and i'll break your fucking arm." Killer's past snarky comebacks and taunting. He's worried and pissed off.
"Woah, chill man—" The man backs up a step as he should— "it ain't even that deep. Just trying to help."
"i don't need your help." Killer turns back to you, muttering a quiet, "c'mere baby," arms wrapping around your middle to teleport you out. He's done with this shit.
The man suddenly steps in, attempting to push you two apart.
"I'm serious, I can—"
Killer snaps, shoving him off so hard the man nearly stumbles to the floor. Killer then straightens up, standing between you and this uncomfortably insistent stranger.
"fuck off."
God, why is this guy so persistent?! This ain't even "taking a hint;" it's a goddamn pistol to the temple. And he's still acting oblivious.
Killer doesn't get it. Why is this guy...
So...
...
Your empty glass still lies at the back of the table.
Killer snatches it up, bringing the glass to his nose.
The man's eyes drop to a confused glare.
"What are you doing?"
Killer offers no response.
He looks to the man, his eyes intently watching you, shrouded with dark ill intention.
Then Killer looks to your dazed, exhausted form, eyes fluttering shut as your breaths grow heavy.
