astro-not-art
jet-dawnbringer asked:
2. whats your “type”
dark hair and light eyes, considerate, artistic in some way, part alien
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astro-not-art
Anonymous asked:
2. whats your “type”
already answered here!
10. dog gay or cat gay?
oh man both
13. what is a misconception you had about lgb people before you realized you were one?
i used to think that all openly gay and lesbian people showed it all the time. like gay guys were always flamboyant and lesbians were always like butch. and i just didnt know bisexuality existed for a long time
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astro-not-art
Anonymous asked:
7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?
oh man night time i cannot do mornings
10 and 13
already answered here!
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thespace-dragon
theprojectava
KURO WEEK - DAY 3: Mirror / Reflection
He hated his reflection. So much.
For it was the only tangible evidence of his shortcomings.
He would never be the Champion. He would never be Shiro. He would never fight like the gladiator he’d seen on screen so many times. Violent. Vicious. And with cruel precision. No signs of remorse on the hard lines of his face.
There had been times when he’d wished he could be like that, just to make the feeling of dread and terror stop. Some nights he had wished he could be as cold and indifferent as his original. So nothing would get to him. None of the things, they made him endure in the arena, would leave his mind broken in their wake, ever again.
He wanted to be like the Champion.
… wrong…
He wanted to BE the Champion.
So Kuro made sure he’d become the Champion.
Body and soul…
He broke the mirror in his cell.
He took a shard and looked – really looked – at himself, his reflection staring back at him through shattered glass. There was fear in his eyes. He let his gaze linger for a moment, taking in the most prominent indication that he was not the Champion. His eyes and his scars.
His scars…
They’d been there since the day he’d opened his eyes to this world. They weren’t his, though. For all he knew, they were Shiro’s. The fading lines on his own skin were mere echos, fading copies of wounds the Champion had received during his fights. They were signs of victory, signs of survival and power. But they weren’t his. He hadn’t bled for them.
To become the Champion he’d have to endure his own pain, get his own scars.
He’d become the Champion. He had to.
Body and soul…
And he’d start with the body, deepening the almost faded scars littering his pale skin. For now, they were the Champion’s – but he’d make them HIS.
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Okay, so, uh… I have a feeling, that my entries for the @kuroweek turned out much darker than I expected? o_o But I kinda like it that way? Because it gives me the opportunity to dive into different aspects of my precious bean’s personality and past. He’s more than just the funny, little fool that likes to give Shiro shit. But he has suffered, too. He has struggled to finally come to terms with himself and the circumstances of his existence. And most important: He has learned to recognize himself as an indivual person - and to love himself for the way he differs from Shiro. ♥ …But for now we’ll stick to the angsty stuff. :3
jusvn
someonetheelusivefangirl
Aaaaand I’m back with another headcanon! This is yet another sparked by a conversation with the fantastic artist, @treasuredbuns. This one is set after season 2.
Just a bit of context for something which might seem a little random in the headcanon: we had been discussing what Keith did before he was expelled from the garrison, and in the end we ended up liking the idea that he stole the bike from one of the commanders (Iverson preferably)
Also, I think Lance’s use of the bin as a hiding spot was way too smooth in the first episode for it not to be something he’d done before.
Anyway, once more I’ll put the headcanon under the cut as it’s quite long. Again, sorry for any mistakes!
If you’d like to read more of my headcanons you can find them here. Feel free to send me prompts!
yesssssss
soylante
angst-in-space
markiplier
ruinedchildhood
