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These babes are so cute and I will die on this rock.

High School Bujeet: They lettered in Football/Wrestling and Honors/Mathletes, respectively.

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i love you mr vinman

Nonbinary doesn’t mean “woman”

Nonbinary doesn’t mean “slightly female”

Nonbinary doesn’t mean “masculine girl”

NONBINARY ≠ AFAB

Hello from your friendly neighborhood aromantic mom friend and I’m here to tell you about my aro realization for Aromantic week!

Ok so this will be poorly formatted and maybe a bit long.

Ok let’s begin!

I came to terms that I was aromantic a couple months ago though I identified as aro-spec for nearly a year before that.

I realized I was aro in probably a bad way.

For a little over a year, I had convinced myself that I had a crush on my friend who we will refer to as Eggroll.

Eggroll is a sweet girl, she truly is, but she is also obsessed with romance and love and touch and affection. This was something I had to come to terms with in the time of our “flirtationship”.

She was constantly reaching out for I love you’s, constantly in need of affection and live that I simply couldn’t provide. I tried my best, over and over, I forced myself to see a life with her, dates with her, dances, just sweet little moments.

But I just couldn’t get behind it.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened, throughout school, I found myself trying to find people that I found cute or even mildly liked but wasn’t overly close with and slot them into the all to important role of love interest that society insisted was normal for someone of my age.

But it just wasn’t.

And eventually I had to tell Eggroll how I felt.

She was also a bit codependent and a tad insensitive and didn’t listen while also being constantly but hurt if I ever told her I found something rude or was uncomfortable with something.

I told her, over text, one Wednesday, a really emotional day.

She understood, although she felt sad, she sprung right back to her feet by the next week and now is constantly “in love” with nearly every pretty girl she spots.

I’m happy for her, she’s happy for me.

And I get to be happy in my own skin, with a label that I love, that I can relate to.

My experience isn’t the same as everyone else’s but as someone who witnesses identify crises every week and has had many of their own, I am always open to helping anyone who needs it.

This mom friend is a mom friend to all and is here for anyone who need some help, support, and/or platonic or familial love.

I hope you’re having a great day

🖤🤍💚

So I decided to draw them............

Okay but imagine

The Sander sides

As

The six queens

Like

Roman as Katherine of Aragon

Remus as Anne Boleyn

Patton as Jane

Janus as Anna of Cleves

Virgil as Kathrine Howard

And...

Logan as Cathrine Parr

That’s it that’s the whole post.

Okay but imagine

The Sander sides

As

The six queens

Like

Roman as Katherine of Aragon

Remus as Anne Boleyn

Patton as Jane

Janus as Anna of Cleves

Virgil as Kathrine Howard

And...

Logan as Cathrine Parr

That’s it that’s the whole post.

It’s come to my attest that I should probably post some of the art for Demons &Drag since I can’t focus long enough to finish the last eat chapter currently so

Here

In order we have Jem, Surri and Anitri

Ok

I need y’alls help with something.

I’m doing this thing and I need all of y’alls best cheesy pickup lines, as many as you can think of!!! 

Any brand of pickup line is allowed, but that doesn’t mean they will be used. 

Demons and Drag pt 5

Anitri was just sitting on the couch, minding his own business, when Jem slammed open the door with an irritated look on their face.

"Hello...?" He asked, hoping that they were not about rant about a frustrations.

Jem looked over at him, made a face like a lightbulb light up in their head and started towards him.

"Welp, I'm dead," was Anitri's only thought as Jem approached.

"You're going to babysit tonight." They said in a definite voice.

"We're gonna what?" Surri asked as she walked in the living room.

Jem glanced up at her, before walked towards the kitchen.

"Y'all are gonna babysit this evening because Nikki's nanny is sick and she can't miss tonight," they said as they disappeared around the corner.

Surri stopped short and her face contorted to a confused scowl.

"Hey! I don't babysit!!! What do you take me for?"

Anitri just shook his head. He was completely fine with babysitting, as he loves kids and used to babysit for Dallas all the time. Their step siblings were so precious.

"Come back here!" Surri protested, following Jem into the kitchen.

Anitri pushed the hair out of his eyes, noticing the black tips were shimmering with wisps of color.

He froze.

"Hey Surri?" he called, through the doorway.

"What?" She yelled back to him, peeking through the frame. Her eyes widened.

"It's in the second drawer on the left."

He nodded and disappeared down the hall.

Surri turned back into the kitchen, facing Jem with the most unimpressed look she could muster. Jem stares her down with a look that said, you puny, puny fox, you think you can intimidate me? Think again. But y'know without a smirk.

Surri groaned and rolled her eyes, "When will they be here?"

Jem let slip a smirk, "6:00, 4 kids"

Mind you, it was 4:30.

"How old are they?"

"17, 15 year old twins, and an 18 month."

"Teenagers? Can't they stay home by themselves?" Surri questioned.

"Well, Tim, the 17 year old, has autism which leads to his anxiety spiking when there aren't any adults around. He feels more comfortable when supervised so he knows he isn't doing anything wrong." Jem explained. "And one of the twins tends to have..." they paused, "episodes."

Surri nodded, understanding seeping in.

"Any allergies?"

Jem snorted.

"These kids'll eat anything you put in front of them, but Harper, the baby, loves macaroni and cheese."

Jem makes their way out of the kitchen, calling over their shoulder, "Also the babies half demon."

***

6:00 dead on, there was a knock on the door.

Jem answered the door. On the other side there were 5 people. The only one Surri remotely recognized was "Nikki" or as Surri knew her, Morher of F’s, who was holding the baby, Harper.

Harper had a purple tail. And an extra arm.

‘And I thought Madison’s kids were weird’ Surri thought to herself.

Following Nikki upon entire, there was a tall, like tall tall, like as almost as tall as Anitri, ginger with a freckle smacked face and bright green eyes lookin like some Harry Potter Weasley reject.

Next there were two boys that looked like they were probably twins, which woo hoo, one was lookin like a bottom trying a tad to hard to be a top, with an undercut and his short blonde hair swept into a ponytail. He had a leather Jacket with patches on each sleeve.

The other twin was more the nerdy type with glasses, a sweater vest and khakis. He had a book under his arm and his hair down. He looked like if Logan Sanders had a sense of humor and blonde hair.

And Harper was a baby. With poofy black hair and a cat onesie.

“This is Surri, she and Anitri will be in charge while your Mom and I are at work. Anitri is doing something and will be in here soon.” Jem explained to the charges of the evening.

Surri glared at the boys and stopped when she looked at the blonde bottom.

He was tugging on his sleeves and looking at the floor.

Surri put two and two together rather quickly.

“Hey,” she said, nodding at them.

“Hi!!! I’m Tim! I’m so excited to meet you, do you like Harry Potter! I love Harry Potter, especially the books, have you read the books, my favorite one was... oh what was it called...” he trailed off, wringing his hands on the strap of his satchel.

The blonde bottom put his hand on his arm and said, “Prisoner of Azkaban.”

Tim looked at him with a huge smile and nodded.

The blonde looked to Surri and introduced himself.

“I’m James,” he nodded to his look alike, “that dweeb is Adam.”

“Hey!” Adam reaches forward and tugged on James wolf tail.

“Hey!” James jokingly glared over his shoulder.

Surri rolled her eyes trying to suppress a smile. They remind her of her other siblings.

“Okay! We have to get going,” Nikki said, handing Harper to Adam.

“Boys.” Nikki said, all of them turning to look at her, “behave.”

She then turned and strutted out of the door, Jem winking at them before following her.

Surri observes the collection of characters in front of her.

Harper was chewing on the hood of her onesie, looking absolutely content.

Adam was bouncing her lightly on his hip, staring at her and humming.

James had turned to the side to face Tim. From this angle, Surri could see he had a trans flag on his sleeve and a rainbow flag on the back panel of his leather jacket.

Tim was looking down at James while continuing his rambling about the Harry Potter movies.

This’ll be a fun night, Surri tells herself as she walks over to join the Harry Potter discussion.

*******************

Lemme know if you want to see the boys and Harpers designs!

Demons and Drag pt. 4

Jem is sitting on their couch peacefully sipping their tea and watching Anitri swoon over the guys on TV when Surri walks into the room, phone in hand and a bored look on her face.

“Anitri, quit your drooling, we’ve got a job.”

Anitri whined and slide off the couch onto the floor.

“Do we have to go now? They’re almost to the part where they get shirtless.”

Jem groaned and turned off the TV, making Anitri yell.

“What’re y’all doing this time?” Jem said putting the remote behind them so Anitri wouldn’t grab it.

Surri glanced up from her phone and leaned on the wall.

“We were told that this guy; Mickey, they call him, is testing lethal injections on randos on the street. Has been for about two years, but the cops turn a blind eye cause he’s a white pretty boy.”

Jem’s brow lowered as their look of mild interest shifted to utter disgust. Jem looked away for a few seconds before their face lit up with what appeared to be an idea.

“Can I come?”

Surri was taken aback.

Not by the question itself, but the fact that Jem asked. Jem doesn’t ask for anything.

“Uhhh, sure? I guess it’s fine, but you got to bring something to defend yourself.”

Surri just looked at Jem.

Waiting.

Waiting to see what they came up with.

And much to Surri’s surprise, Jem reached in between the couch cushions and pulled out a bat.

“Let’s go.” They said, and mad their way to the door.

“Where the Hell did that come from” Anitri called from the floor.

Surri shook of her surprise and walked over to her brother and pulled him of the ground by his jacket.

“Listen to the scary Enby.”

***

Jem, Anitri, and Surri were sitting at the bar of Meh discussing there plan.

“So when we find Mickey, Anitri will walk up to him and act like the twink he is. If our source is correct, Mickey will be to enthralled to notice us anything around him, so we can shoot the dart and it will inject the poison.” Surri explained. “Any question?”

Jem shook their head and glanced towards Anitri, who was touching up his hair in the bar mirror.

“Sis, what if the source is wrong?”

Surri pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.

“Well we’ll be there if anything goes wrong, if he doesn’t have a react to you ‘wiles’” Jem gags “then just distract him until I can get a clear shot” Surri told him.

He turns to face her.

“It’ll be fine, we got you.”

He glances at Jem and they nod.

“Lets do this.”

***

They’re strolling down the street, Anitri in a grey sweater and shorts, his hair swept to the side, his tail swaying, and his glasses slumped forward in his nose.

Surri was in her normal black dress, but with a dark, red jacket today. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, showing the tattoo on her neck. A spider with an M on the thorax. In her jacket was her concealed dart gun.

Jem was wearing a green tank top and maroon pants under a long trench coat which concealed their bat. They had their hair tucked away in a moss green beanie.

“What does this guy look like again?” Jem asked, tucking a of green back into their hat.

“A Kyle.” Surri said.

Jem snorted a laugh while Anitri shuddered.

They turned a corner and they saw a guy wearing a tank and shorts, holding a kitten and a syringe. He looked as if he was about to use it on the kitten, which was meowing and squirming.

Surri watched as Jem shot forward and smacked the guy in the back of the head with their bat.

He dropped the cat and it scampered into a nearby bush.

“What the hell!!!” The guy said, turning towards the group, and Jem hit him again, this time in the face.

The guy, who Surri could now tell was Mickey hit the deck.

Jem just kept smacking the guy, muttering about how sick you have to be to try and harm an innocent kitten.

Anitri shook off his shock and rushed forward to pull her away from the now bloody and battered Mickey.

Jem huffed, handed the bat to Anitri and calmly walked over to the bush the kitten hid in.

While Jem looked through the bush, Surri walked up to the pile of blood and limbs that was Mickey, who was surprisingly enough still breathing.

Anitri looked at her, a question in his eyes.

She looked from Anitri, back to the battered form. With a roll of her eyes, she drew her gun and shot the dude in the forehead.

Anitri and Surri watched as the form shook and then stilled. Anitri was the first to walk over to Jem, who was now sitting on the ground next to the bush with a wiggly, ginger furball.

Anitri sat next to them and looked at the kitten. It had a scar above it’s right eye, which was green, the other eye being brown. It had a clump of thick fur in the middle of his head that looked like a Mohawk.

Jem held him up to show Anitri. Surri also turned to pay attention.

“This is Westley. He will be comin home with us.”

Surri gave a confused look.

‘Another cat?’ she thought to herself.

Surri crouched to get a better look at the kitten. He mewed at her in the tiniest little cat voice she’d ever heard and Surri decided that this cat was her new favorite roommate.

Because I have no motivation to write the next chapter right now but am hella stressed, I present....

Jem Tucker Character file.

Full name: Jem Pidge Tucker

Nicknames: Bud, Petal, Coco Rose

Birthday: January 28th

Birthplace: Monroe, Louisiana

Family: only child of two supportive parents. Parents run a very successful shop Jem’s home town and they visits them often.

Likes: wine, cats, Emily, roses, dark chocolate, chicken and waffles, clean floors.

Dislikes: screaming children, pedos, dogs.

Occupation: bar owner and drag queen. Entertainer.

Sexuality: panromantic asexual.

Gender: non-binary

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If you have any questions about them, feel free to ask!

Demons & Drag pt. 3

DISCLAIMER!!!! TRANSPHOBIC SLUR IS USED. IM SORRY, I HATE IT TOO.

Also a Disney song is quoted. I didn’t come up with it obviously.

Surri sat in the back row of Leh, Jem’s club/bar. She watched as Anitri talked to some of the drag queens of to the side, noticing his occasional glances in her direction.

He had already briefed her on their target for tonight.

Lacy Budwick, a genocidal politician, who is allegedly supposed to show up here tonight for a meeting.

Jem insisted that the twins tell them when they plan to “get rid of” someone so they can advise them on where and how, mostly to ensure they don’t ruin anymore of their carpet.

Surri watched the specific drag queen that Jem had told her went by Mother of F’s, she was a tall lady with a white wig and dramatic green makeup. She had on a skin tight, emerald green dress that only reached her mid thigh. She had chains dangling around her neck and a smile on her face as she greeted patrons that came through the door.

After awhile, a lady in a power suit with blonde hair in what Surri could only describe as a Karen bob, with a scar along her jaw, walked through the door.

Target acquired.

“Welcome to Leh, I hope you have a wonderful evening, darling.” Mother of F’s said in a sweet voice to the woman.

“Whatever t****y, get out of my way.” Miss Bullshit spat.

“I beg your pardon?” the bewildered queen questioned.

“I said move it, t****y.” Said unwelcome politician.

Surri watched as Jem, or Coco Rose, seemingly materialized next to the two.

“Do we have a problem here?” asked the towering queen.

“The only problem is that this, t****y, won’t get out of my way.”

The flower covered queen looked down at Miss Budwick with a look of mild disgust.

“Excuse me, but we don’t tolerate that word choice here. I’m gonna have to ask you to apologize to this queen, for it is absolutely impolite and intolerant to degrade someone who outranks you; especially when they have done nothing wrong.”

“Why would I listen to a t****y like you?”

Upon hearing this, Coco Rose snapped three fingers and the lights shut off. A few seconds later, a spot light shown down on Coco Rose, center stage.

“Don’t you disrespect me little lady.”

Neon lights started to slowly light up.

“Don’t you derogate, or deride.”

The stage lights spread to show a very creole set.

“You’re in my world now, not your world.”

The two spotlights showed two of the other Queens, Delphine Lulu and Mother of F’s.

“And I’ve got friends on the other side,” Coco Rose said with a wink towards Surri as the other queens murmured the line over.

Surri questioned what the wink meant for only a second while the Queen continued their performance. They wanted Surri to act now.

She walked behind the bar, only getting a glance from Rue Dolly, the Queen on bar duty, before he went back to cleaning glasses.

She reached under the cabinet and found what she was looking for.

Arsenic.

Surri mixed a simple drink and shook the toxin in. She then carried it over to where Miss Bullshit was sitting.

Then returned to the bar to watch the magic happen.

After Coco Roses set was complete, Delphine Lulu took center stage for his set. Coco Rose made their way through the crowd, towards the bar. They met Surri’s eyes with a inquisitive look. Surri nodded.

She then felt her phone buzz.

She pulled it from her pocket to see Anitri questioning her on her progress.

“Just watch her and if she leaves follow her,” Surri texted in response, “She won’t last long.”

As the sets went on Surri helped Rue Dolly clean glasses while the temporary bartender was mixing drinks. On a normal day, Emily would bartend but from what Surri had heard from Jem, Emily was currently visiting her mother and would be back in a few days.

Surri felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“She’s on the move.” The text from Anitri read.

She placed the glass in her hand on the counter and slide out from behind the bar. She followed her brothers tail that she saw slip through the door. When she found him he was watching the intolerant politician, lean against the side of the building with saliva running down her chin as she clutched her stomach. She was only visible in the darkness due to the neon pink sign shining on her. Anitri nudged her convulsing body into an ally where she fell onto her side and let out choked gurgling noises, jerking and drooling until those noises stopped and the color drained from her eyes.

Another one bites the dust.

Anitri turns to Surri, a look that was hard to read in his eyes, and nodded as if to reassure her that the retched lady was dead.

Then they both headed back inside, took a seat in the back row and acted like nothing happened and they had been watching the show all along.

Jem Tucker from Demons and Drag.

Demons and Drag pt 2

Anitri and Surri sat on Jem's couch patiently as Jem brewed tea in the kitchen.

Anitri looked around the tidy apartment, staring at the rose mural on one of the walls. All other walls were white with forest green trims. It was rather peaceful with classical musical playing gently in the background.

A black fluffy, possibly fat, cat walked into the room, and stopped. Staring at the two strangers on the couch. It meowed loudly, fur puffing up on its neck.

"Lordie, leave them alone." Jem said as they walked in with a tea tray.

Anitri chuckled at the cats name. Surri narrowed her eyes at Jem. She's trying to understand the height difference. Yesterday Jem or Coco Rose as they're otherwise known, appeared to be about 6'5"yesterday. Now they seemed maybe 5'10". Seven inch shoes are nothing to sneeze at, but they perform in those. Wow.

"So," Jem started, "If you stay here, you will have to pay half the rent, along with obey a few rules."

The twins exchanged a look before Surri spoke their concern.

"What rules?"

Jem looked over the rim of their mug.

"No copulation in the apartment," Jem deadpanned, "Don't leave clothes in the bathroom unless you want them covered in fur, and don't touch my plants."

Anitri giggled over the use of the word copulation, while Surri rolled her eyes.

"Y'know, just because we're concubus, that doesn't mean we're sex fiends." Surri scoffed.

Jem quirked up their eyebrow in confusion and continued, "That's not what I was implying, sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm simply uncomfortable with any sort of happenings like that and do not wish for anyone to partake in such acts in my home. That would be a rule regardless of your race, species, gender or other components. Simply a boundary."

Surri was mildly surprising at how put together and generous Jem was being to them. She didn't exactly expect someone who knew them to be assassins to treat them so kindly, or even let them in their house.

"Oh, one more rule." Jem said, placing their cup gently on their coaster.

Anitri leaned his over, head on his hands as the were on his knees, "Yeah?"

"If you get blood on the floor," Jem said with a slight smirk, "Please use the rags in the purple bucket located next to the washer to wipe up the blood."

Surri wasn't completely shocked that Jem wasn't against their business but it's still appalling to hear someone so nonchalantly tell you that murder is okay.

"Well," Jem said, standing from their seat, "Do we have a deal?"

Anitri looks over to Surri with a smile. Surri sighs and stands.

"I believe we do," she answers, reaching out her hand to shake.

Jem smiles for the first time and shakes her hand.

"Let me show you the rooms."

Jem walked down one of the halls, Anitri hopping up to follow behind them quickly while Surri strolled along cautiously.

They walked by a door or two before reached the first room option.

It was a blank slate. It had a reasonable amount of space, a bathroom, and a sliding door closet. The floors were wood and the walls were pale grey. The window showed the city in all its underwhelming glory.

The next room was down the hall a bit more. It also had grey walls and wood floors but it had a smallish walk in closet, a two sink bathroom and a bay window overlooking the coast through the buildings.

"Dibs!" Anitri screeched, running to look out the window.

Jem turned towards Surri with a look that asked if she cared to challenge him. Surri shook her head with a chuckle.

Her brother may be the same age but he was so youthful. His spirit hasn't been crushed by the world yet.

'And we're going to keep it like that.' She thought to herself.

"Well," Jem's voice breach's Surri's thought, "If y'all need help moving in, feel free to ask, and if I'm not enough to help, I have a real eager to help friend."

Jem makes their way back down the hall towards the living room when they pause by the halls opening.

"Any questions?"

Surri remembered the busted up combat boots by the door that we're definitely to small for Jem.

"Whose boot are by the door?"

Jem looks over their shoulder with an almost quizzical look.

"They're Emily's."

So this is the beginning of a story I wrote. I wanted it to be more visible so I’m posting it here. Art will eventually be posted with it. It has been edited.

So I present to you,

Demons and Drag.

The flickering lights of their crappy agency was annoying the demon who was gazing at her reflection in the dirty mirror as she applied her lipstick.

"Surri, hurry up. Boss said he wants this job done before midnight," her brother called into the room while passing by.

"Yeah, yeah, Anitri. I'll be right there." She called back.

She brushed her fingers along her foxish ears, making sure there hairs were all facing the same direction, and arose from her seat. She walked out of the room, hips swaying with her tail, the way any sucubus in this industry would.

"Ready?" She asks her brother.

"Always," he answered, his fangs showing with his sly smile.

***

"Lemme get this straight," Jem said, in full drag attire. "You want me, to let you, someone who has no experience, go up on my stage and sing your pretty little heart out because your 'daddy' will pay me to?"

The girl nodded, insistently.

Jem sighed, placing a manicured hand to their face.

"Listen darling, that's not how it works here. We have people who have been doing this for years performing, and if they're new we've screened them, they've auditioned, and we've scheduled their performance. We don't just let anyone who wants to perform on a whim on my stage. If you want to perform on my stage, we can discuss this later but right now I've got a show to start." They finish and turn to take to the stage.

Dress billowing, Coco Rose stands center stage and starts the night.

"Welcome all you morally ambiguous people!"

***

"We're here," Anitri said, glancing at his phone.  "Target is Dr. Nano Gunther. Has been proven to overdose patients with mal intention, forcing patients to add him into their will then killing them off, purposefully botching surgeries, this guys a sicko. And he's all yours."

Surri glares at him, his smirk still on his face when she faces the door.

"Piece of cake," she says as she strides into the club in her short black dress.

She walks right up to the bar and takes a seat, glancing the stage where a bubbly drag queen was preforming a rather childish song. When she returned her attention to the bar another queen was to be seen, mixing drinks. She had on a rosy dress that poofed out from the waist down.

"What can I get you, darling?" they asked.

"A glass of wine would be marvelous," Surri said sweetly.

"Coming right up, sugar" the queen said.

While the queen was working on getting the wine and glass, Surri's eyes scanned the club for her target.

"Who you lookin for?" The queen asked, pushing the wine towards Surri.

"Oh no one, I just like to people watch."

"Well, people round here are pretty interesting, I'm Coco Rose."

"Surri, Surri Turazora."

"Nice to meet you, Surri."

"Likewise."

Coco leaned over the bar and whispered, "You shouldn't leave your phone on, he's in the third booth from the bathrooms."

Surri's eyes widened and she quickly turned off her phone, then her eyes watched Coco Rose to see what their reaction was but they were cleaning glasses a few feet over.

Surri got out of her seat and walked away, shaking her head at the interaction.

She found the booth and walked by with her head held high, her hip out and her tail a-swaying. She can feel the Doctor's eyes on her as she heads to small table by the stage. She spots her brother in the corner of her eye, talking to Coco Rose, the drag queen from earlier.

After a few minutes, the doctor slides into the chair across from Surri.

"Hey, babygirl," he said, trying to seem attractive.

He was thin and tall, with short black hair and dull blue eyes. The only interesting thing about him was the scar that was on his jaw.

"Hiya handsome, come here often," Surri asked, in her sweetest voice.

"From time to time, you here alone?"

Red flag.

"Oh yeah, I was scouting the place out for my friends bachelorette party."

"Good," he said, sliding closer to her.

She cringed internally, he's just like most of her marks. A totally creep, who wouldn't know how to except a no if it kicked him in the nuts.

He chats her up a bit while the drag queen finishes her song and asks her if she wants to come with him somewhere a bit more private.

Spotting her opening she agrees and goes along with him, trying not to gag as his arm wraps around her waist.

They head to one of the private rooms that he apparently rented out.

'This is it,' Surri thought to herself as the Doctor sat in a chair, legs apart, patting his lap.

She walked up to him, placed her hand on his shoulder and sat in his lap.

He leaned close to her.

His sudden intake of breath was heard clearly through the room. He pushed her off of him and clutched his side.

She flicked her dagger to get some of the blood off it before turning her gaze back towards him.

"But I thought you were into pain, Sir," she said, knowing full and well that he wanted to correct her but as her poisoned laced dagger had made its mark, he knew it was a fruitless effort.

"Why," he breathed out as he crumbled to the floor.

"Because you are a disgusting creature that no one deserves to encounter."

And with that she stabbed him through his head.

...

Jem is watching the entrance to one of their private rooms that they saw that Surri chick head through with that creep. They let out a very soft sigh when they saw her leave the room, unharmed, but alone.

Jem watched Surri approach that tall, lanky fellow they meet earlier. Anitri. They look similar, twins perhaps?

They left after a few words.

Jem slide out from behind the bar, signaling for Delphine Lulu to take over.

They walked over to the room and opened the door slowly, hand ready to grab their pepper spray from their skirt if necessary, only to be shocked at the sight.

The creep lay crumpled on the floor, head twisted, two stab wounds; both of which were green and foaming.

Dead.

"Now I have to replace the carpet again," Jem muttered.

...

"Anitri, are you sure about this?" Surri asked him as they entered the lobby of the apartment building. They were going to meet with a person who was looking for some new roommates.

They stood in the elevator, Anitri swaying along to the music while he fiddled with the sleeves of his crimson sweater. Surri just picked at her nails, she had got blood on them the other night and it wouldn't come out, so she just made a design out of it.

The door opened and the walked a ways down the hall and knocked on the door.

The person to open the door had short black hair that faded to a vibrant green. They were taller than Surri but shorter than Anitri and had dark brown skin with a blotchy pinkish birthmark on their left shoulder. They looked unimpressed.

They stared the twins down for a second before they spoke.

"Oh, your the ones who murdered that guy at my bar."

This is probably the only thin I’ll ever post but here we go.

Asexuality.

It’s completely normal. Just likes it’s completely normal for some people to be interested in sex.

Sex is like... a side quest. Y’know in video game.

It’s not necessary to complete your goal most of the time unless it’s a specific goal, and even then there can be ways around it, that could be likened to cheat codes. Some people enjoy side quests, some like them occasionally, others like to play them constantly; sometimes hindering their process on their main goal. And some people hate them in general.

That’s not to say ace people can’t have sex or that all are sex repulsed, it’s just an example. Some people don’t typically do the side quests but will occasionally endulge in them. Whether because they want to or because they want to share the experience with someone. That doesn’t make them any less of an gamer in that sense, so why would it an ace occasionally having sex make them any less ace.

As an ace, I’m not met with prejudice on the daily, unlike some people, but having people tell you that your sexuality doesn’t exist because you just haven’t blossomed yet is... Brainwashing. That’s probably not the best term but I can’t think of a better on. Drilling the idea that sex is something that you are supposed to o and except and like to be fully developed is a horrible thing to insinuate.

I don’t expect people to get better about this, people are horny, but that’s my two cents.