Kon-el week 2021 day 2: Soulmate

Y’know it’s red string love thingy

Happy International Asexuality/Aromanticism Day to bisexual aces and aros!

You are an important part of the AAC (asexual/aromantic coalition) and the LGBT community.

You are not any less bisexual for your asexuality or aromanticism, nor vice versa.

You are a complete human being who is worthy of love and respect.

And if you’re seeing this later than April 6, good day/evening in general, because these apply everyday.

Mermay day 21: White-spotted Octopus Ratchet

Ace Relationship Headcanons

Author Note: Happy New Year! This is in celebration of Ace’s birthday. Please fill out the form at the end because I want to write these as motivation to write throughout the year for these characters as a birthday thing. I can’t remember if I tried it before but let’s try it again! Form here and I tried for no spoilers

Portgas D. Ace:

• Right off the bat, every single person on the Moby Dick wanted the two of you together. They would purposefully put you two alone or talk up the other when alone with either of you
• Marco and Izo take credit for the two of you finally getting together, well, that’s what they tell people anyway
• Look at those freckles man. He gets flustered and defensive when anyone else brings them up but when you give them attention, he gets shy and bashful
• Kiss along his freckles and you might see a small flame erupt somewhere, he just grins and brushes off your concern as he tries to discreetly put it out
• When you hold hands, you’ll notice how calloused they are and some burns that have long since healed from when he first got his devil fruit
• He runs hot so he’s like a furnace. With that being said, he will get pouty when it’s summer and you don’t want to be near him
• Bouncing off of that though, he’s the best source of comfort. He’s so warm that hugs with him are so much better
• He loves being in physical contact with you at all times. Even the smallest interaction of linking pinkies will have him grinning
• That being said, there are many times where he just puts all of his weight on you when he falls asleep, many times the Whitebeard pirates laugh at you before helping you get him off
• It’s almost like you’ve known Luffy before even meeting him with how much Ace talks about him (he tells strangers about Luffy, of course, he’s gonna info dump on his lover)
• (How do you not fall in love with Luffy after meeting him either)
• He’s a big fan of laying his head on your lap and, like a puppy will nudge at your hand until it’s in his hair (will pout and huff until you do)
• He loves grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together to give you a kiss
• Speaking of kisses, whether it was quick, silly, long, passionate, or just a brush of lips, he’s grinning at the end of it
• His other favorite spot to kiss you is your forehead. There’s just something about cupping your face and kissing your forehead that sends butterflies through hisstomach
• Even with the busy crew life of the Yonko’s ship, they are quick to evacuate an area that Ace needs for a date
• Obviously, there will be fights in relationships but Ace doesn’t like when he’s the reason you’re upset. He’s quick to offer a breather when it becomes too heated (he’s better at sensing when you’re angry and it literally becomes too hot when he’s angry)
• He knows he’s in love with you but, when he can picture no one else in his future that he wants more than you, he knows he’s in deep
• Speaking of ^, in the dead of night, he’ll hold you close and wonder out loud about your future together. He’ll get flustered if you answer him when he thought you were asleep but just grin and ask what you think
• He’s a menace though, he’ll call you all sorts of nicknames, especially in front of the crew, so he can see you blush. They were jokes at first but even the cheesiest nicknames like “sugar plum” and “honey bee” sometimes slip out without him wanting to tease you

I think a fun ability you could give a character would be a mean glance, that like actively debuffs and limits the person that they’re giving glance too. Perhaps it could just be because their glare is so intense, or perhaps there could be a little something else.

Maybe an odd cursed eye? Maybe the glare merely activates a spell? Maybe it’s some other sort of ability activating while the glare is merely a distraction?

Then again maybe it truly was just a glance, and any effects felt were conjured up by the mind rather than magic.

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@tharanduil​ gets a plotted starter !!

          somehow in the middle of this blood soaked nightmare , she is alive ; somewhere in between hell and the grave, she digs her fingers into the dirt and drags herself out from the cold stone ruins until she can feel the warm earth beneath her. time had lost meaning ever since she’d lost the sun and god — how long ago had that been, days? weeks? months? who knew. 

          a breath of clean air hits her burning lungs with a punch, forcing her to take another breath, and then another, and another, until it no longer feels like the inside of her chest is on fire with every inhale. starving, dehydrated, weak from loss of blood and barely alive — she rolls over on her back for a moment to breathe and stare at the leaves as her eyes adjust to the light and feeling of the forest around her, panting.

                                       i did it. i actually got out.

          surprisingly, the hardest part of this escape plan was not getting out but getting up, because now all she wants to do is sleep. but her captors will notice the destruction soon enough and what they will send to drag her back is much faster on four legs than she will be on two.

                                      now is not the time to stop.

          it takes at least three tries for her to push herself up, every muscle and bone in her body screaming in protest. bare feet take the first few wobbly steps forward cautiously, carefully, trying to find safe places to step on the forest floor while she gets her bearings before heading in the direction she’d planned. most of her is still groggy and barely functioning, but she does not have the luxury of time or a horse. the next few hours will determine whether or not she escapes, disappears for good, or worse.

          vasya is almost an hour into her fast paced walk before a faint, familiar howling echoes through the trees. they’ve figured it out. pulse skyrocketing, she takes off at a run and prays time and the forest floor will be kind.

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The noise fell away, a collective sense of shock remained.    Armed forces stood there as though frozen in time, some trying to blink away the sheer perplexity such an abnormal encounter spanned across the area.  Thranduil himself approached the collapsed individual who had saved his kin from what may have been certain death, brought upon them by creatures no swordnor arrow could truly harm.    Sheathing his blades, the elvenkingbeckoned some of his company to join him — ought they to be afraid of this strange woman ?    Perhaps.    But fact is that she had risked her own life for a group of complete strangers and may be the only source of information with regard to these hounds.

Eryn Galen now was in debt.    Whether their ruler liked it or not.

Caution hardened Thranduil’s porcelainfeatures when he scanned Vasya, then sank onto one knee to reach out and see if she still breathed; after pulling one leather glove off.    » We take her to the healers «,  mumbled he at last, swift then to order some elves to carry her.    They had no reason to dwell here any longer, after all.    And thus mingled noises of blades being sheathed and bows attached to armor while elves gathered to get ready for retreat.    The ride was not long, the battle’saftermath still rendering the troop silent.

When Thranduil bestowed the foreign patient upon the healers, he ensured to warn them that they be careful, positioned guards by the healing chamber’s doors and summoned council members for an emergency meeting.    That which occured in the forestposed reason to worry, after all.    Behind locked doors they spoke, meanwhile did elven healers free their patient from her layers of clothes to examine the flesh for wounds and tend to those — an unusually large number of healers filled these chambers that day.    Sage and chamomile, alongside other herbs perfumed the air and hot waterdampened it.    The patient’s skin would be cleaned and injuries mended, partially with the aid of spells.

Was she still conscious enough to feel a thing ?    Once she would be out of mortal danger, the healers draped soft blankets over her bare body and called for the kingto inform him.    Should she in the meantime awaken, she would find herself alone among counters and shelves brimful with medical equipment, hear but still that beyond shut doors elves were speaking.    Speaking about her condition.    Thranduil harbored no desire to waste time, led by the chief healer Niphredil entered the chamber to look after the stranger and … yes, savior.    Guards, too, had joined to de-escalate if necessity were to arise.

Only if Vasya was susceptible to input, the elvenkingwould not hesitate to regard her — his baritonecalm but firm, stern but not unkind, while he lingered at a distance and crossed his arms below his breast.    » You are in the palace of Eryn Galen. We have taken you with us and healers took care of your wounds, as a means to bestow upon you our gratitude. «    A pause, the tension in the air was nigh tangible.    » I do, however, have a number of questions, as I am positive you can imagine. «    Then with his brows arching upward, he tipped his crowned head to one side.    » First and foremost: do you aim to stir trouble ? «