#manstar

womanstar, manstar, enbanstar, and xenanstar

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(left) womanstar - a gender related to women and stars, being a star and a woman, etc. colours from this flag (link).

(right) manstar - a gender related to men and stars, being a star and a man, etc. colours from this flag (link).

(left) enbanstar - a gender related to enben and stars, being a star and an enban, etc. colours from this flag (link).

(right) xenanstar - a gender related to xenen and stars, being a star and a xenan, etc. colours from this flag (link).

There was a slight tug on the corner of Jordan’s as he made his way into Syl’s office, making sure the door was shut behind him before taking a seat opposite him. “Sorry, thanks for seeing me on short notice. I just had a question that, unfortunately, no one else can answer.” That’s when the smirk broke out over his lips, pearly white shining. “You told Pat about me?”

“Give it a few hours.”

If he turned his head--- just the tiniest bit to the right-- he’d be able to see the incredibly cruel smile that’d suddenly formed on Artemis’ lips, for just a second. ---This was an opportunity for a little bit of revenge that was just too good for her to pass up.

“I think---” She began, sitting up again and forcing herself to look concerned as she looked at the bedside table, and back at him. “Y’know--- I think I forgot the key.”

Send ➳ and I’ll generate a number between 1-  15 to see what kind of kiss my muse will give yours! | Accepting

7. A kiss while the other is sick

Ted coos softly when Syl looks up at him from the bed. He looks so pathetic when he’s sick, and Ted knows there’s a high chance if he kisses Syl; he’s bound to get what the other has, but he can’t just leave the other looking so sad. Ted leans in and rubs their noses together before he kisses Syl softly and sweetly. Getting sick will so be worth it! Ted pulls back slowly, resting their foreheads together. “i’m gonna get you some soup. Do you want anything else?”

“Hey, I’ve always looked forward to eating ice cream uninterrupted. Duty called way too much at night for me to be able to sit down and enjoy it,” he replied nonchalantly as he grabbed the bowl handed to him with a smile and gentle “thanks”.

Humming, he spooned his first scoop into his mouth. He savored the sweet cold for a long moment before he turned to give a kiss to Syl’s cheek.

“He’s not rough. Just a lot of energy in such a tiny package.”

Despite how visibly exhausted he was, though, he’d never consider Mike “rough”. Though, “a lot of energy in a tiny package” was the understatement of the century. The kid never seemed to stop. Never napped, and yet was never cranky. He just constantly wanted to play.

The only thing that ever got him to calm down was Syl, which was great... until he had a late night.

He had no idea how he wanted to react to any of this. So he had actually died which meant there were plenty of issues that was going to cause him.  Having to get used to his body again, having to deal with the fact that he died. But he said about half a year? So six months after he had been killed. Which did bring to question of how his body had been kept in such conduction that he could have been brought back. But that also meant he had been alive for ten years. Not among the public sure. But he had been alive for ten years. 

John down another drink before reaching for the bottle to pour himself another one. He remembered the conversation with Syl’s old friend that had told him he was fucking dead. The man who gave him the news didn’t look to be taking it too well either. Looked pretty shaken. He knew there was something they had been planning against whatever shit named group they were against. Apparently it hadn’t gone well. They hadn’t made it out of that fight. 

John hadn’t expected to see him again. “Six months after th’ fight?” He repeated hating that he thought he should be pissed but just didn’t seem to have it in him. There was still smoothing about the fact that he was back that seemed to be weighing that down. Though he really think he might have earned the right to be. Wasn’t often that someone in his life came back to life. Even less so that they stayed on good terms.