#ace love

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]

Not really an ask, just wanted THANK YOU for your post about ace!Alastor, as a fellow 30yo acearo that is actually writing my first radioapple fanfic, the fact that this discourse STILL exists and people STILL trying control Alastor characterization and ships is very disheartening to me; in fact this was one of the reasons I didn't write any HH fanfics back in S1, I didn't want interact with the fandom after being called a "fake ace" (yeah THAT shit happened) and I knew that people would start drama since most of my work is smut, I don't want deal with that bullshit

BUT reading your post I felt vindicated, and not only yours but other ace/aro in the fandom who openly defend the right to write about Alastor in different nuances of the spectrum, this makes me feel more safe that my own interpretations and experiences will be respected by who really matters

That's why I want know if you would give me any ace!Alastor prompt? Will write it as a gift from one acearo to another

Wow! It’s been amazing to see how much support from the ace community this post has garnered. ⬇️

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💬 57  🔁 233  ❤️ 1553 · Reblog by @variouschips · 1 image · All right y’all-we’re halfway through season two and I’m fixin’ to complain. I do

To be honest, I didn’t expect that post to do well at all—my rants have a notorious tendency to drift into “Sunday sermon” territory. And yet, since hitting “post,” I’ve gotten to talk with some absolutely wonderful ace and aro folks.

It blows my mind how many of us have nearly identical stories about struggling with our identities simply because we don’t fit neatly into the stereotypical “roles” our sexualities are supposed to follow.

Myself? I genuinely didn’t realize I was ace until I started reading Alastor fanfiction and had the sudden, world-shifting realization of,

“Oh. Ohhh. That’s me.” (minus the whole serial killer/ cannibal bit)

It was eye-opening to realize that while my relationship with sex felt unusual, it wasn’t actually strange at all—it was just mine.

And honestly? I’m so glad that post has encouraged people, and even more glad that it’s turned into a little corner where folks can connect, commiserate, and share their own stories. It’s been unexpectedly wonderful.

-_-_-

As for a #acealastor prompt?

Listen, I’ve spent my entire life unable to tell when people are flirting with me. At this point, I’d love to see someone else suffer through that confusion on paper. Preferably Alastor.

Everyone experiences this differently, of course, but I personally struggle for two primary reasons. Both could be easily inflicted on our favorite deer.

First: I was raised with good-old-fashioned southern manners and grace. And I fully believe Alastor was, too.

Louisiana courtesy- cut from the same homespun linen cloth that made me.

“Yes, ma’am,” “No, sir,” “Please,” “Thank you.”

Alastor can be seen holding open doors, pulling out chairs, offering refreshments, making sure every lady gets one dance at a party, and every neighbor gets a helping hand. Because whether you like it or not, it’s what civilized people do.

And no—he ain’t doing this out of genuine heartfelt kindness.

Alastor minds his manners because his mama raised a gentleman, and he will be damned thrice over before he disgraces that woman’s good name.

What does that have to do with flirting?

Well the trouble starts when you’re brought up in a culture that treats warmth and courtesy as scripture. This lifestyle makes it nearly impossible to tell whether someone is being affectionate towards you specifically or if they’re simply well-raised.

So when Alastor meets someone with good manners, I firmly believe his reaction is,

“Finally! Someone with class!”

Not,

“Oh heavens, they’re flirting with me.”

The second reason I struggle: Apparently, I’m “flirtatious.”

Or so I’ve been told…

Really, I’m just charming and witty when I decide to socialize. I enjoy banter. I enjoy teasing. I enjoy verbally jousting with someone until I’ve claimed the title of Most Entertaining Person Present™.

People have informed me that this is “flirting.”

I maintain that I am merely establishing comedic dominance.

And honestly? I’d like to think Alastor makes the same mistake. Frequently.

He’ll meet someone charming, enjoy the elegant repartee, match wits and words like he’s fencing with nothing but sass and smile—only to be told later, by some third party, that he was flirting outrageously.

Cue horror and denial.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was being entertaining!”





[kata-the-bee]

The Lamb and Narinder are here to remind you that things can be complicated, but that doesn't make them less valid!

[valravynfell]

The Girl of Quiet Roads

—the one worth every ache

You were worth every ache, every pain, every tear.

If nothing else, I’ve learned this truth: you are the kind of woman worth fighting for.

Not scraps. Not placeholders. No. You were the summit, the goal, the flame that made the climb worth bleeding for.

It was sweat burning in my eyes, patience grinding down my teeth, pruning what withered until something true finally grew.

I walked roads that bent and broke me— blisters split open, knees raw with gravel— not because they were easy, not because you asked me to, but because I needed to prove I could be the man worthy to stand beside you.

You weren’t a sketch on a napkin— you were the canvas I ruined my hands to finish. Fingers cramped, knuckles split, every stroke proof of a man stubborn enough to stay.

Every revision cut me open, but also carved me closer to the man you deserved.

You were never a backup, never a detour. You were the destination.

My salvation. My sanctuary. The home I longed for— always just out of reach, until now.

No longer a dream. Soon I will hold you for real.

And when I do, my heart will whisper what it carried through every ache:

You were worth it. You were always worth it.

[love-ardour-anarchism]

alterous love poem, uncertain #

it may be cliché and it might be a stereotype but all my life I’ve been a poet when what I really wanted was being poetry

i write these scenes of you and me i wrote of how you held me and you kissed my shoulders how you said you would bite me gently but that my skin was lesioned and i told you to do it either way because your touches make me feel like magic

and i’ve no need to kiss your lips or to entangle with you in my sheets i’ve no need to fuck you and i’ve no need to be your lover any other way than i already am cause how you speak of me is poetry and how you look at me is also poetry

and when we sat there on that bench in fading summer heat and i was by your side and by our side was flowing water i asked you if you’d seen that guy; i said his hair looked soft you looked at me in your utmost confusion and said to me that you’d not seen a thing but me that all your eyes had focus for was i

and for a moment i felt woozy yes for a moment i felt quite bereft of all my endless thoughts of all the words that i put down from pen to paper from nervous fingers to my keyboard screen and all i was was poetry and all i was was flowing from your cracking lips

yes all i was was magic in your eyes and poetry upon your lips the dancing shadows of the falling dusk and oh my name as you would say it so maybe you’re mythology and i am cruel romance and maybe one day we return to dust but on that night i felt a moment of forever

[nightowlfowl]

gosh, my love for my boifriend spilled out of my hands and onto infinite painter.... here we are!!!

[tamtam-go92]

Pascal and Nervous had felt a connection the second they had met. Sure Nervous was a good junk younger than Pascal, but it was like they just got each other without words. It was had to describe. Pascal didn't even feel that attracted to Nervous, at least not on a physical level. To be honest, Pascal had never felt attracted to anybody on a physical level, but whenever he tried to explain this to anybody they just told him he needed to meet the right person. Now maybe he had met the right person. He knew he wanted to be with Nervous, but he still didn't feel like sleeping with him or even kissing him. Hugging, holding hands, hours long conversations, that was all Pascal was craving. And Nervous was just the right person for that. After everything that he went through, he was also sensitive towards being touched. He was awkward around people, has a stutter and behaved strangely at times, but for Pascal he was perfect.

[darkace-ofhearts]

I’m asexual

and 

I want a healthy loving partnership

I want to be your passenger price and play you good music

I want to watch cartoons like Steven Universe and Adventure time on a sunday morning 

I can cook you pancakes

I wanna hold hands and give kisses

I am asexual 

And I deserve romantic love too