#aromantic trans flutter

[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlepaw until pri becomes PoV day 1237

happy pride!!!

here's my headcanons for my beloved WindClan youth

[dandysworldhcs]

Happy pride!!!! Here’s some gay toon headcanons

Trans Connie. Idk where this one came from but I imagined she used to hide under a ghost costume before coming out to Gigi and flutter who were both incredibly supportive

Dazzle is unlabeled and prefers pretty much all pronouns under the sun while Razzle is a demiboy and goes by he/they. Both are bi and ace because I’m projecting/silly

Aromantic scraps, I feel like she’s not into romance too much, but she still has love for her friends and family!

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[aro-culture-is]

i’m like 99% sure you can ask for advice here so here goes

so, basically i have a queerplatonic/platonic crush on my band president. AND I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT KNOW HOW I DEAL WITH IT. so, for some context we started talking last year because i just joined the school and the bad and we started talking around mid-year and we weren’t that close orginally but there was this night we had a long, deep convo and after that we started to get really close. after two months, i started to have strong feelings for her (but not romantic) and i think it’s a platonic or queerplatonic crush and i didn’t really go to school and band that often for a while because of autoimmune disease and when i was there i tried not to make it seem like i’m too excited to see her which kinda makes me worried that she thinks i’m iggoring her but we text a lot so. anyway, even though we usually don’t interact irl that much [:(] we still do sometimes, and whenever my score has a rest i always look at her. especially when she has a solo. one time we went to experience this colleg band thing and i asked for a hug and she accepted❤️ i wanna hug her again. i do kinda wanna get touchy with her but not TOO MUCH, y’know? besides, i’m shy/nervous around her and anyway, she’s alloromantic. but anyway, today during our cca fair we kind of kept on kinda locking eyes (accidentally?? idk. but i know i was doing it on purpose) and it made my aromantic heart flutter

anyways so i don’t know what to do should i say i have a platonic/qpr crush on her? though i can’t tell which one it is…..

uhhhhh so, as a nonpartnering sort, I think I'm gonna give some general advice, and leave the specifics to the crowd.

broadly: do you know her views on queer stuff? could you casually bring up "oh, I was reading a queer story --", or if you know she's queer-friendly, "oh, out of curiosity, how many of the flags do you know?" type of stuff? Just, get a general vibe of her views of 1) queer people, 2) what she does and doesn't know or think she knows, and 3) if she knows about aromanticism, what she thinks it is and how she feels about aro folks.

I like to start there personally, because it gives you a lot better of a place to start a conversation about your own identity if you have a common ground on what feelings and definitions are being used. It's really easy, I find, for someone to confidently state they know what something is / what you mean, and be totally off base to the point that you're having totally separate conversations and don't even know it.

To use an example: in high school I had a friend who... lovingly, he grew up rich and sheltered, and probably only was not diagnosed as autistic because he was low support needs. His social skills were, lovingly again, as well informed as he could make them, but executed like a train wreck that most everyone attributed to "boy genius is a little weird". (He was, simultaneously, the heart throb of our school, and a lot of guys realized some queerness because of him, but that's a whole other funny story)

He was super nice about me coming out as trans, but clearly in a "he's confused but got the spirit" way. No idea what I meant, but he knew it meant a lot to me. A few weeks after that, he quietly admitted, "I thought it was about like, gender roles like cooking and cleaning and stuff, and I'm starting to get the impression I might not be right about that."

...

So, I now recommend everyone start with "let's get on the same page about what things mean" before having any big identity chats lol. It often leads to a quiet revelation on their side that you're guiding it to "Hi, I am that identity", but also puts it in a place where they're free to ask questions, and in my experience, treat it a little more thoughtfully and seriously than if it were a fly-by "heyyyyy i am aro and i am scared of this conversation, bye!" that can happen with enough anxiety. totally (/sarcasm) not speaking from experience.

hope that helps? from there, just... keep up communicating, leveling the knowledge field, and if a relationship is what you want, do the work. talk about what that means for you. ask what it means to her. talk about if that's compatible, and how conflicts might be navigated. if that goes well, congrats! if not, congrats! you've probably avoided the messier options, even if it isn't what you'd like.

[gorgugplushie]

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i would ve try much like to hear themn!!

Oh shoot yeah.. smilws ill ppst them here why nkt then

Dandy: Whatever makes him feel the most approachable to you : ).

In theory I see him as unlabled/completely rejecting of any gender ideals given to him by his creators. He doesn't understand the concept of gender or love and later on hes sees them as concepts below him. Hes more of a chameleon who reflects what others assign him or whatever, whatever makes you easier to manipulate.

Hed be fine being entirely unlabled but if we were to assign for fun. Gendervoid Demiromantic/Loveless Aro.

Any/All pronouns. Estrogen would save them.

Bobette: Lesbiannn huggee lesboo huge gnc lesbooooo!! Inverse of Dandy almost. She loves love man idk shes very cheerful n proud of who she is. Femme Genderfluid Lesbiannn . She/Her.

Poppy: Demigirl Pansexual. She/Any.

Boxten: Transmasc Demiboy Bisexual. He/Him. Qpps with Poppy.

Rudie: Gay man. He/Him. Listen, he'd def wear a harness. Leather pride would save him.

Cosmo: Bisexual Bigender gnc Trans masc. He/They/She

Sprout: Gay Gnc Lithromantic/Cupioromantic Trans man. He/Him. I feel like figuring out his feelings romantically would have been an utter nightmare. Qpps with cosmo.

Ginger: Lesbian Transwoman. She/Her.

Vee: Butch Lesbian Demiromantic Agender. She/They/It.

Rodger: bisexual demiromantic man. He doesnt seem the type to care about romance.

Teagen: Poly femme Bisexual Nonbinary. She/They.

Scraps: DYKE. Nonbinary. Content with their gender being dyke and or lesbian. Theya re just a big lesbo liek dat. She/They

Goob: Poly Lesbian Transwoman !!!! She/Her

Shelly: Butch Lesbian She/They.

Astro: Loveless Aromantic Asexual Man. He/They.

Glisten: Gay gnc man. She/He.

Tisha: Aromantic Demisexual Lesbian woman she/her

Brightney: Gnc Lesbian woman she/it

Shrimpo: Omnimantic Transfem Lesbian. she/they.

Connie: Agender Lesbian. She/Her + Death related neopronouns.

Flutter: Aromantic Trans fem Genderfae. She/He/Fae.

Gigi: Nonbinary Gnc Poly Bisexual. Any/All.

Looey: Nonbinary Bisexual. He/They/Squeak.

EDIT I FORGOT FINN HES A GAY TRANS MAN TO ME. AND A BEAR. A SEA BEAR IDK

[headmate-lootbox]

ooh we see slime rancher in your sources list so can we get a introject of a honey tabby largo + creators choice of another slime?

Name;; Huni / Kitty / Kat / Sweetie

Age/Modifier;; Chrono 20s / Trans Ageless

Gender;; Agender / Honeylexic / Catlexic / Catgender

Pronouns;; They / Meow / Buzz / Slime / Honey / Cat / Purr / Mrrp / Mew / Bounce / Jiggle

Orientation;; Aromantic / Asexual / Panplatonic / Analterous

CisIDs;; ARFID / ADHD / Dyskinesia / Dyspraxia / Semi-Verbal / Non-Scribal

TransIDs;; TransOCD / TransFullVerbal / TransScribal / Transspecies Humanoid

Paras;; 🌈🥄

Role;; beauheur / delight / destressor

Source; Slime Rancher

Extra;; none here

Name;; glowie, flutter, pounce

Age/Modifier;; chrono 5, "trans big kid" (yto trans age), trans age of consent

Gender;; pangender, glowlexic, glowgender, catlexic, meowlexic

Pronouns;; he/him, she/her, they/them, it/its, fluter/flutters, glow/glows, kitty/cat, bug/bug, hide/hides

Orientation; panrose, hyperrose

CisIDs;; social anxiety, photosensitivity, solar urticaria (sun allergy), verbal flux, non scribal, illiterate, arfid, autism, sensory issues

TransIDs;; trans mintmango flesh

Paras;; 🌈🥄

Role;; appellisian, romanticist

Source;; slimerancher

Extra;; because non traumatized hyperrose kids are a thing, yw.

[moonsandloons]

Trying to Guess Every Toons’ Sexuality and Gender Cause I’m Bored

This is just me giving you all headcanons so I can get more people to join the dark side

Boxten - Oh yeah that’s a gay trans man if I’ve ever seen one

Poppy - Pansexual 100%, have you SEEN her color scheme (probably also trans ngl)

Shrimpo - That’s a bigender person if I’ve ever seen one- Also no way he likes girls.

Razzle - No idea about gender but he’s probably bi

Dazzle - Same as his brother-

Rodger - Aromantic Allosexual and I will die on that hill, also he only likes men, also trans

Toodles - NO.

Tisha - Probably bi cis asexual, idk just guessing.

Cosmo - Polysexual boy, also 100% trans

Finn - That’s a pansexual trans demiboy right there

Gigi - Trans lesbian, end of story

Flutter - Also trans, probably pan but idk

Brightney - Homophobic, I hate her

Teagan - She’ll always be aroace to me, in my heart. Also she’s a drag queen

Scraps - Lesbian Trans but also I dont like her

Glisten - Gay and he’s a drag queen

Goob - Aromantic allosexual also TRANS

Pebble - NO.

Astro - Bisexual trans and also a femboy

Shelly - Probably trans and also bisexual trust me guys

Vee - TRIPLE A BABY, Agender Aromantic Asexual LET’S GO

Sprout - He’s totally gay. Like, I’m a cis lesbian, but whenever I play Sprout I definitely feel the urge to transition into a man and kiss other men

Dandy - DEMIROMANTIC REP OMG also he does NOT like girls also he’s probably a femboy if you ask me but idk

Anyways, this is more of a reference for myself so I don’t forget my own headcanons but yk… If any of you care 👉👈

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

It's pride month! You know what that means!

Firestar - Bisexual! And Poly! In Starclan, he is Mates with Sandstorm AND Graystripe.

Graystripe - Also bisexual and poly, he is Mates with Firestar and Silverstream in Starclan. AND was temporarily Mates with Gremlin!

Ravenpaw - Gay. You already knew that, though!

Squirrelflight - Bisexual, heavily preferring toms, but she got so tongue-tied around Daisy that Leafpool thought she was ill.

Leafpool - Taking after her dad, she is also bisexual and poly. Her polycule is Crowfeather and Mothwing!

Feathertail - Feathertail is ace-aro! She felt like she needed to be in a relationship in Riverclan, that there was pressure on her to continue

Jayfeather - Gay, currently with his husband, Fuzzyleaf. (Formally known as Fuzzball)

Hollyleaf - Lesbian! Currently with her ghost-made-living wife, Fallen Leaves.

Lionblaze - Bisexual, heavily leaning towards men, but he and Cinderheart were childhood friends to lovers.

Dovewing - Due to the pressure she was under, she never really developed proper feelings for any Thunderclan *cough Briarlight cough* mollies that she can really recall. She felt something strange for a Tribe cat, a pretty Tolly named Leaping Fish. But Dove is with Tigerheart, who she's staying with. So, who really knows, right? (Pansexual Vine Boom)

Ivypool - Lesbian. Married to Blossomfall and had a crush on Cloudsnap when she was young.

Flametail - Aromantic, but really good at giving relationship advice. Too attached to The Gossip to not get involved so he can tell his siblings.

Sparkpelt - Pansexual, she was so close with Needletail before everything went sour.

Twigbranch - Asexual! Aromantic! Call that girl a Double A Battery! Also goes by She/They. For vibes. :)

Violetshine - Just queer, nor big on labels. In a polycule with Tree and Zeldaheart.

Tree - Agender! They pronouns, but sometimes He is used as well.

Needletail - Lesbian, good god, lesbian.

Puddleshine - Gay! Had a huge "celebrity" crush on Firestar when he was a kid and was DEVESTATED to learn Firestar had died before Puddlekit was even born.

Bristlefrost - Pansexual, and transgender! She had a pretty peaceful apprenticeship outside of the extreme cold, plenty of time to figure herself out! Which is good! Because her warrior life was very much not.

Rootspring - A trans tom! As for sexuality, I wouldn't necessarily say straight, but rather... Tortoiseshells. He's got a type! It just happens to be mostly women.

Shadowsight - Just queer. Goes by He/They. He's a simple guy, not really actively seeking a relationship. They're more interested in making friends.

Frostpaw - A lesbian! With Whistlemoon. :3

Finchlight - Another lesbian!

Sunbeam - Denial is a river in Egypt! You are BI.

Lightleap - Bisexual, and not helping the bisexuality win rate. Girl get your head in the game

Flutter - Pansexual! Her wifey is Pumpkinpatch.

Bristledawn - Asexual, wants exactly None Of That.

Stemsnap - Genderfluid, their gender changes through the allegiances like Gorsetail.

Floatfang - Bisexual, hopelessly in love with Moonspeckle.

Rapidstorm - They're a Tolly! And just "queer". Though, they definitely have a thing for Moonspeckle's sister, Poolshine. Also lowering the win rate! :(

Crownlight - A trans molly! And bisexual, just like her papa Toadstep.

Moonspeckle - A lesbian, with a LOT of love for Floatfang.

Rowancharm - Queer, and also poly. In a polycule with Firdrizzle and the ex-Neo Kin cat, Silkyrain. (Repurposed Silkypaw, Fluffypaw is also ex-Neo Kin and becomes Fluffypool)

[unclewileys-bahblog]

Hello! Can we get the main six(mlp) but also including derpy?

FUCK. YEAH. !!!!!

Enjoy! :D

Name: Derpy Hooves, Muffins, Ditzy Doo, Bubbles

Age: 29

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: It/it’s, Shy/hyr, Muffin/muffin’s

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Pegasus pony

Ethnicity: ..Pony?

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Chronic pain holder, Autism holder, Mood booster

CisIDs: Lazy eye, Poor eyesight, Legally blind, Gray fur, Blonde/yellow mane, Straight mane, Yellow eyes, Bubbles cutiemark, Extroverted, Mail pony, Silly, Caring, Thoughtful, Energetic, Optimistic, Bubbly, Autistic

TransIDS: MuffinScentian, TransHeartPupils, TransPurpleEyes, TransMuffinCutieMark

Paraphiles: Nyctophilia, Oviphilia, Serviphilia

Other Labels: Nebularomantic

Faceclaims:

Name: Twilight Sparkle, Princess

Age: 31

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/them, She/her, Magic/magic’s

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Alicorn

Ethnicity: ..Alicorn

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Organizer, Academic alter, Caretaker

CisIDs: Purple fur, Hot pink magic, Straight mane, Multi-colored mane, Navy mane, Purple mane, Pink mane, Magic related cutiemark, Purple eyes, Introverted, Smart, Kind, Caring, Friendly, Thoughtful, Problem solver, Intelligent, OCD, Autistic

TransIDS: TransStarPupils, PermaSmart, TransPurpleMagic, TransSweetTone

Paraphiles: Autoaptophilia, Glaciulaphilia, Lactophilia

Other Labels: N/A

Faceclaims:

Name: Rarity, Rares

Age: 28

Gender: Trans Woman

Pronouns: She/her, Gem/gem’s

Sexuality: Bi-Lesbian

Species: Unicorn

Ethnicity: …Unicorn

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Soother, Work alter

CisIDs: White fur, Purple mane, Curly mane, Blue eyes, Diamond cutiemark, Blue magic, Generous, Kind, Friendly, Sweet, Caring, Smart, Thoughtful, Extroverted, OCD, Autistic, HPD

TransIDS: TransPurpleMagic, TransDiamondPupils, TransPurpleBlood

Paraphiles: Haemotophilia, Hoplophilia, Cordophilia

Other Labels: N/A

Faceclaims:

Name: Pinkamena Diane Pie, Pinkie

Age: 26

Gender: Pangender

Pronouns: Any & All pronouns

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Earth Pony

Ethnicity: ..Earth Pony

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Social alter, Caretaker, Jester, Comedian

CisIDs: Pink coat, Curly mane, Hot pink mane, Blue eyes, Balloon cutiemark, Extrovert, Silly, Friendly, Kind, Caring, Thoughtful, Energetic, Playful, Funny, Adhd, Autistic

TransIDS: PermaSilly, TransHappyTone

Paraphiles: Plushophilia, Curvaphilia, Omorashi, Zeusophilia

Other Labels: N/A

Faceclaims:

Name: Flutterina Shy, Fluttershy, Flutters, Shy

Age: 29

Gender: Trans Woman, Bungender

Pronouns: She/her, They/them, Bun/bun’s

Sexuality: Pansexual, Aceflux

Species: Pegasus Pony

Ethnicity: ..Pegasus Pony

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Little caretaker, Soother, Anxiety holder

CisIDs: Introvert, Shy, Kind, Nervous, Friendly, Sweetheart, Adoring, Caring, Thoughtful, Autistic, Anxiety, Yellow fur, Pastel pink mane, Blue eyes, Butterfly cutiemark

TransIDS: TransPinkEyes, TransLoved, TransSweetTone

Paraphiles: Plushophilia, Omorashi

Other Labels: Sapphic, Nebularomantic

Faceclaims:

Name: Jaqueline Apple, AppleJack, AJ, Jackie

Age: 28

Gender: Transmasc, Bigender

Pronouns: He/him, Apple/apple’s, They/them, Sweet/sweet’s, She/her

Sexuality: Lesbian, Aromantic

Species: Earth Pony

Ethnicity: Earth Pony

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Little caretaker, Work alter, Soother, Body caretaker, Gatekeeper

CisIDs: Workaholic, Autistic, BPD, Introvert, Blonde/yellow mane, Straight mane, Green eyes, Apple related cutiemark, Honest, Blunt, Kind, Friendly, Caring, Motherly, Smart, Professional

TransIDS: TransApplePupils, ApplePieScentian, TransMother, TransMarried, TransImmortal, PermaWorking

Paraphiles: Podophilia, Menophilia, Masochism

Other Labels: Butch, Nebulasexual

Faceclaims:

Name: Rainbow Dash, RD, Dashie

Age: 25

Gender: Transmasc, Agender

Pronouns: He/him, Bolt/bolt’s, She/her, It/it’s

Sexuality: Lesbian

Species: Pegasus Pony

Ethnicity: Pegasus Pony

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Mood booster, Adhd holder, Gatekeeper, Supervisor, Social protector

CisIDs: Autistic, Adhd, Blue fur, Rainbow mane, Weather related cutiemark, Hot pink eyes, Extrovert, Loyal, Blunt, Friendly, Confident, Courageous, Kind, Silly

TransIDS: PermaFirstPlace, TransGreenEyes, TransAlicorn, TransBlueBlood, HoneyScentian

Paraphiles: Somnophilia, MAP, FictoZoo, Aviatophilia, Masochist, Mycophilia

Other Labels: Butch

Faceclaims:

Here they are, kitten! Feel free to change whatever you’d like! 🫶 /p

- Mod Jasper, Eddie, and Alyssa

[criminalcinnamon]

DANDYS WORLD HEADCANON MASTERPOST

REGULARS!!!

Boxten: gay + asexual, trans boy, he/him

Brightney: lesbian, trans femme, she/they

Cosmo: pansexual, trans boy, he/him

Dazzle: aromantic + gay, cis boy, he/it

Finn: bisexual, trans boy, he/him

Flutter: demiaroace + lesbian, nonbinary, she/it

Gigi: lesbian, nonbinary, they/them

Goob: bisexual, trans boy, he/him

Glisten: gay, cis boy, he/him

Poppy: pansexual, cis girl, she/her

Rodger: bisexual, cis boy, he/him

Razzle: panromantic + asexual, cis boy, he/him

Scraps: bisexual, nonbinary, she/her

Shrimpo: bisexual, cis boy, he/it

Teagan: lesbian, cis girl, she/her

Tisha: lesbian, trans femme, she/they

MAINS!!! (+ dandy)

Astro: biromantic + asexual, nonbinary, they/he/it

Dandy: pansexual, cis boy, he/him

Shelly: biromantic + asexual, nonbinary, she/they

Sprout: bisexual, cis boy, he/they

Vee: lesbian, cis girl, she/it

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YAYYY DANDY HEADCANONS

Hope yall fw these

[thefacelesssmile]

Hii can we do a trio request please? :3 We'd like for them all to be level 3 with a face-claim + multi-name + song recs + trans-IDs + paras ( no age related ones please! ) and all to hold the role Imagi ( search up Imagian on Pluralpedia! ) ; they can have multiple roles ofc!

Role was neat to look into. Hope you like them. Made them like a set of triplets/siblings so you could maybe have them as a subsys /suggestion - EJ

Name(s) - Aurora, Sky(e), Ayla, Juliet

Pronouns - She/Her, Star/Stars, Spark/Sparks, Sky/Skys, Flutter/Flutters, Butterfly/Butterflys, ⭐️/⭐️s, 💗/💗s, 🦋/🦋s

Gender - Femme, Starric, Butterflyic, Vintigender

Sexuality - Lesbian, HyperRose

Birthday/Star Sign - ♒️, 2/09

Height - 5’6

CisIDs - Sky Spirit, Imaginary Friend, Object Head, Vintage Fashion

TransIDs - TransMixedOrigin, TransSpecies (Fair Folk), TransHyperFemme

Sys Role - Imagi, Attendant, SysMom

Source (If Applicable) - None

Likes - Butterflies, rainbows, pearl jewelry, simple makeup, old movie, stargazing, crafting

Dislikes - messes, noise pollution, air pollution, performative activism

Paras - Astrophilia, Plumaphilia, Aquaphilia

Positive Fronting Triggers - Butterflies, looking after kids, clothes shopping, environmental activism

Negative Fronting Triggers - big corporations, rainbow capitalism, people disrespecting boundaries

Personality Traits - Cheery, Calming, Mary Poppins type deal, motherly, takes no shit, I would trust her with my kids

Random Fun Fact - Despite being a motherly type figure, I feel like she can’t cook to save her life. Like this girl would burn water (but same though our host lit a plate on fire once)

Sign Off - 🦋, 💗, ⭐️, 🌤️

FaceClaim/Appearance -

Picrew links x x

Song Recs:

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows - Leslie Gore

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ella Fitzgerald

It’s a Man - Betty Hutton

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Name(s) - Orion, Pollux, Soul, Camber

Pronouns - Any and All, particularly likes emoji pronouns and neopronouns

Gender - Enby, PanGender

Sexuality - AroAce

Birthday/Star Sign - ♊️, 5/29

Height - 3’7

CisIDs - Star Spirit, Imaginary Friend, Age Regressor, Stuffy Collector

TransIDs - TransEndoOrigin, PermaKid, TransHuman, PermaHappy, PermaRegressed

Sys Role - Imagi, Syskid, Joy Holder

Source (If Applicable) - None

Likes - Stuffed Animals, coloring, candy and other sweets, being outside, agere activities

Dislikes - Veggies, Cringe culture

Paras - Objectium/Objectophilia, Angaliaphilia, Plushophilia

Positive Fronting Triggers - going to the park, embracing your inner child, allowing yourself to be “cringe”, going to the toy store, cartoons

Negative Fronting Triggers - being yelled at, sexualized age regression, sad events happening

Personality Traits

Random Fun Fact - Even though this kiddo is almost always age regressed, they’re the most emotionally mature of these three. Never goes anywhere without their stuffy in the inner world

Sign Off - 🌟, 🧸, ☀️, 🌞

FaceClaim/Appearance

Picrew links x x

Song Recs:

Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

Harpy Hare - Yaelokre

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

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Name(s) - Nimbus, Cumulus, Strato, Draft

Pronouns - He/Him, It/Its, Wind/Winds, ☔️/☔️s, 🌩️/🌩️s

Gender - Masculine Agender, Stormgender

Sexuality - Pansexual Aromantic

Birthday/Star Sign - ♏️, 9/01

Height - Very Very Tall, like 7’6

CisIDs - Cloud Spirit, Imaginary Friend, Object Head, BPD, Anger Issues, Emo/Alternative, Canine Therian

TransIDs - TransTraumagenicOrigin, PermaAngry, PermaStormCloud

Sys Role - Imagi, Defendant, Emotion Manager

Source (If Applicable) - None, Brainmade

Likes - Rainy Days, getting in arguments, engaging in discourse

Dislikes - fakeclaimers, forced niceness, masking

Paras - Pluvuiphilia, Aviatophilia, Dacryphilia

Positive Fronting Triggers - storms, large bodies of water, playful bickering with friends, big dogs

Negative Fronting Triggers - Syscourse, people attacking the system, fakeclaiming, anger, extreme negative emotion

Personality Traits - Protective, Defensive, Endo Critical (not anti endo though), Emotional, really petty, holds a grudge like nobody’s business

Random Fun Fact - His head/cloud changes with his emotions (raining when he’s sad, stormy when he’s angry, etc etc)

Sign Off - 🌩️, 🌪️, 🌊, 🌫️

FaceClaim/Appearance

Picrew links x x

Song Recs

I’m Afraid I’ll Go To Heaven - Moon Walker

Main Character - Will Wood

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

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If Subsys

Subsystem name: The Turbulent Collective, The Flight Crew, The Sky System

Collective name(s): Ozone, Stellar, Wind, Azure

Subsystem sign off (placed in front of their individual sign off): 🌌, 🏙️, 🌅

[farklelucas]

friendly reminder you can headcanon a character as whatever the fuck you want. if you relate to them in some way and it’s important to you, then so be it. sometimes it’s best to ignore canon. you think a character is gay? fuck it. they’re gay. het relationships = compulsory heterosexuality. you think a character is bi/pan? fuck it. they’re bi/pan. lack of same sex relationships = they found a person of a different gender they loved which DOES NOT equate to them not being bi/pan. you think a character is ace/aro? fuck it. they’re ace/aro. sexual/romantic relationships = a societal based desire for a relationship. you think a character is trans? fuck it. they’re trans. lack of explanation = it’s nobody’s business. or alternatively lack of transition = being closeted and afraid. you think a character is nb? fuck it. they’re nb. lack of gender neutral pronouns = not only do some nb people use gendered pronouns, but others are afraid to switch pronouns do to societal pressure. you think a character who is VERY important to you could possibly share some aspect of yourself? you think that they might be going through the same things you’re going through? you think that they might look in the mirror and have the same thoughts/ideas/questions about their own identity that you have? fuck it. they do.

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is at one point thinking you were bi/pan because you’re equally (dis)interested in all genders, or was it just me lmao

It's the fine print (dis) that gets us

[wizardsexmachine]

my headcanons. fuck u bitch. *punches u*

i kept the icons simple so they don’t look like a mess but here’s my full headcanons.

Discord is a gay aromantic nonbinary trans man. His pronouns fluctuate but he primarily goes by he/it pronouns. He is autistic, adhd, psychotic and borderline.

Fluttershy is a nonbinary, specifically bigenderflux, bi aroace. Her pronouns flutter between she/he/they/it. He is autistic, has GAD, CPTSD and is chronically ill.

Discord and Fluttershy are in a queer platonic relationship :)

[moonlights-shadow-warrior]

Hi, I’ve been following you for a hot minute and wanted to ask about how you define your asexuality and gray-romanticness. I am a poly/pan trans-guy trying to wrap my head around it and from your posts you always seem super nice and down to earth. Sorry if this is a weird question ^~^’

Ngl your ask did catch me off guard, although that was mostly due to the fact that a) I never get asks, and b) I rarely post my own stuff or comment on others’ posts so the fact that you said I seem nice and down to earth ‘cause of my posts threw me for a bit of a loop. Sweet though, and I’m glad I come off that way even though my blog is really just a mishmash of things I like and that catch me eye

Now as for your question

TL:DR Defining my asexuality means I don’t feel sexual attraction towards others (never have in my almost 23 years of life) and it honestly kinda confuses me simply because it’s something I’ve never experienced before and when others talk about it I just don’t get it

As for my greyromanticism, it’s more a transitional term as over the years I went from having loads and loads of crushes (I think) as a kid to now where I haven’t had a crush for multiple years as I move closer and closer to being aro ‘cause of some trauma that happened in my life. Same trauma is part of why gender does make a difference in my attraction now

Gonna start this off with some backstory saying I used to identify as bisexual, then pansexual, ‘cause I’d never heard of asexuality before and gender didn’t really play a part in my like for someone. And from the terms I knew, those seemed like the obvious choice at the time. But I also didn’t really,,, get it when some of my friends talked about how hot a person was or their list of actors they wanted to bone (and just celebrity crushes in general now that I think about it, although that could’ve very easily been due to the fact I can’t for the life of me remember who’s who in the realm of Hollywood). I’d just sorta nod along and listen ‘cause hey, people are different and just ‘cause we’re both pan doesn’t mean our experiences are exactly the same

Now at this time I was reading a lot—and I mean a lot—of fanfics ‘cause of escapism and all that jazz. And in one fic I came across there was a character—my favorite character—that was ace. When it got mentioned I didn’t think much of it ‘cause it was just ‘oh cool new term I haven’t heard before’. But then it was explained not only what asexuality was, but also what sexual and romantic attraction were—with examples for each of them—and how they didn’t always line up for some people. And it just

Clicked

I did a bit more research on it, reading things that other aces had posted talking about being ace, and it felt like it just fit me

It’s probably been close to 7 years since I last read that fic, but it was explained something like this

Have you ever looked at someone and wanted to fool around with them, maybe take a tumble in the sheets, but would never want to date them? That’s sexual attraction

And have you ever looked at someone and had your heart flutter and just wanted to go on dates and maybe kiss them but you wouldn’t describe them as sexy and the thought of having sex with them either didn’t cross your mind or made your stomach turn? Romantic attraction

And feeling the latter without the former? Well you might just be ace

Of course this isn’t a universal thing for those under the ace umbrella, but it worked for me and helped me realize something about myself

I don’t feel sexual attraction, which was why all those times my friends talked about how sexy someone was or who was on their f list, it felt like a foreign concept to me and the most I could say to relate was “well they are cute”

As for my greyromanticism, that one’s not as clear cut. Also cw for bad parenting and divorce/bad breakups basically idk

Like I said above, I used to get a lot of crushes as a kid. Looking back, were they all actually crushes or just me thinking a person looked cute? Who knows, but I’m pretty sure there were some

Walking in late only to see the new kid sitting there and immediately my heart rate picked up and I had trouble looking directly at them without blushing? Then picking up an instrument that they played just to try and be seated next to them in band class even though I had no idea what I was doing and had barely talked to them before?

Crush

Get partnered with someone for one assignment and then always trying to sneak glances at them out of the corner of my eye and it just so happens that they ended up in a lot of my photos of my middle school DC field trip?

Crush

Playing spin the faygo just for the chance to make out with one person ‘cause they’re hella cute and within an hour of knowing each other we immediately linked hands and threaded our fingers together while walking around?

Crush

Just as a few examples. Also I was shy and didn’t know how to socialize, which didn’t help at all in the creepiness factor

Now could some of my crushes have actually been just me becoming attached to someone who was nice to me one (1) time? Maybe, who knows, not me

Like I said above, me identifying as greyro is more transitional as I move closer and closer to identifying as aromantic ‘cause of trauma. Was I actually always arospec but just hadn’t heard of the terms like with asexuality? I don’t know because only after everything did I come across the term and my memory is so poor that I can’t properly recall the feelings I experienced. Even the above may not be accurate because my memory’s so spotty and my mind likes to insert things that never actually happened or are wildly different from what everyone else remembers

Which sucks but I digress

So that trauma I keep mentioning. As a child that had to deal with a rough divorce, it can bring on a whole slew of issues, some of which relate to relationships. I called my parents’ divorce almost a decade before it actually happened, and watching it go downhill to the point they could barely stand to be in the same room was rough. Not only that, but I had to give relationship advice to my father, from saying that he should go through with the divorce to giving my opinion on who he should date and if he should break it off or power through a rough spot or not come home for the night. Needless to say, all that warped my perception just a bit

And while that was happening, I had to deal with my own rocky high school relationships

While I haven’t dated a lot of people, a lot of the breakups were bad. Maybe not bad right away and we’d continue on being friends afterwards, but down the line something would happen where they’d either drop all contact or blow up at me without me knowing why or realizing something was off in the first place. And paired with the after effects of the divorce, it was a bad combination

But the golden lining was a breakup so terrible that it caused my datemate to hallucinate and go into such a depressive state that I’m pretty sure the after effects still influence how they act today when it comes to relationships. The four of us talked about moving in together, having a double wedding and all that. But then one left out of the blue and the other became harder and harder to contact until there was no response. And that all happened less than a month after I finally ran away from all the bs of the divorce and my father asking for relationship advice and being dropped so suddenly after what I thought was a good breakup

And after that I can only pinpoint 2 maybe crushes around the same time less than a year later

So yeah, traumatic

But I didn’t identify as greyro yet, because I hadn’t heard of the term

But even then I told my datemate that if we broke up I will never be in another romantic relationship after them because of everything. Because I didn’t really believe in love anymore

But I didn’t identify as greyro yet, even when I had heard of the term

I thought, nah, that’s not me, because I still thought I had crushes, as few and far between as they were. Because I didn’t know there were other kinds of attraction

And then my datemate asked if I had a crush on this one person, and I said no, and I realized that was the truth. I hadn’t had a crush on them. I wanted to hold their hand and cuddle and maybe give light pecks, protect them as best I could, but it wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t the same feelings as what I remember feeling in my childhood, what I feel towards my datemate

I had a squish, and once I realized that things started making a bit of sense. There were people I wanted to hold their hand, laze around in a cuddle pile to be close to them, maybe give them quick innocent pecks because I’m touch starved and want affection. But never were the feelings romantic

If that trauma had never happened, would I still say I’m panromantic instead of bi greyromantic? Who knows, not me

But what I do know is that if something were to happen and my datemate and I were to split, that the single romantic attraction I have felt in years was severed, I’d full on say I’m aro because they are my exception

My greyromanticism is transitional. It’s not “I feel romantic attraction sparingly” or “have a hard time distinguishing platonic from romantic” or the other common definitions I’ve seen around, but rather “I used to feel romantic attraction all the time, but now only feel it towards one person and if that were to go away, I wouldn’t feel it at all”

Sometimes I doubt myself, thinking maybe I’m experiencing crushes and just don’t realize it or am in denial. But then I think about it again and tell my doubt to shut up because that’s wrong and I know it

And wow that was a lot and I’m pretty sure I spent ~4 hours writing this without realizing it. I hope this answered your question though!! Word vomiting like this helped me realize a few things myself

Also wow I need therapy more than I thought

[eeee-lye]

Short Fiction: Old Fashioned

Summary: Amelia March is tired of suitors breaking into her house after dark to express their undying love. Sure, it might be the fashion, but whatever happened to getting to know someone first? Why won’t they listen to her when she says she isn’t interested? And what does it mean that her cousin Kit thinks there’s a word for her approach to romantic relationships?

Old Fashioned is a story about finding words and the importance of fake cobwebs in the windows.

Genre: Slightly absurd fantasy with trans, autistic and aro-spec characters.

Length: 4, 510 words.

Content advisory: This short story depicts a woman somewhat enthusiastically wounding a home invader, despite awareness of the fact that said invader isn’t there to kill her. It also depicts this love interest engaged in the creepy but traditional (at least in literature) act of invading her house, unasked and uninvited, as a sexual/romantic gesture towards a woman who doesn’t want it and is explicit about this. The protagonist also threatens and imagines violence and murder on several occasions as a form of bluster. There’s also a non-detailed reference to the fantasy-setting way a character lost a limb.

Note the first: Amelia and Kit are characters from my fantasy web serial [The Unnatural Philosophy of Kit March], which also contains trans, autistic and aromantic characters in an entirely no-romance plot. This story takes place forty years earlier.

Note the second: Posting for #AggressivelyArospectacular hosted by @aggressivelyarospec, in case people are interested in more aro creativity.

After the parsnips, though, Amelia fears the creaking can only mean one thing. The lovelorn.

When Amelia March, upon waking from a sound sleep, hears the second rustle, she reaches beside her bed and rests her fingers on the smooth wood of her favourite staff. In her old life, as a student in Siya, having a weapon by one’s mattress borders on the absurd; here, in a rural Greenstone village, anyone who doesn’t sleep within reach of a weapon—a broomstick, a knife, a furious cat—lacks something in the sense department. True, she’s an indifferent witch at best, but after dealing with ghosts, injured villagers, possessed chickens and That Time With The Parsnips, she’s learnt to be armed at all times. The bloodstained grimoire in her kitchen, after all, doesn’t frighten people nearly as much as a good clip over the ear.

She sits and raises the staff so that she can swing out with the knobbly end, listening to the soft brush of feet over stone. It isn’t Kit; she hears no tap of wood. It isn’t Midnight: no cat will rustle and risk being mistaken for an intruder. No mice or spiders dare her house, between her ward spells, her cleaning and the cat; even the local moths know better than to find shelter within her walls. Anyone with legitimate business, of the sort that involves accidents or illness of human and beast, will beat on her front door and bellow.

She hopes, prays, that it’s the Jackson twins trying to attempt another demon-summoning by stealing the requisite texts.

After the parsnips, though, Amelia fears the noise can only mean one thing.

The lovelorn.

Nighttime stalking has become all the rage amongst the lovesick, impressionable, young and downright foolish—a fashion worse than unnecessarily-constricting corsetry and wide-legged breeches. Worse than last summer, even, when everyone went about quoting romantic poetry in lieu of just asking someone to the town hall dance. Goddess save her, what’s so wrong with just asking? Now, though, love is all about climbing through second-storey windows and watching their lover sleep; roses are passé. Romance, these days, is about being new and innovative and showing to the world just how far one will go—even if it means proclaiming their star-crossed interest from the damp, oft-neglected village lock-up the next morning. Bruises, trellises bearing briar brambles, irate parents armed with brooms and even magic seem no deterrent.

The problem isn’t the trend: Amelia admits to a certain satisfaction when she wakes up in the morning to discover a forlorn youth on her doorstep bearing a sprained ankle or hideous scratches. Calling them five different ways of brainless is moderately entertaining and more than makes up for the waste of her time—if they plague someone else.

Amelia, curse the Goddess, is still young enough to be interesting.

A faint grunt echoes from the open door, as if muffled by a hand. In daylight, Amelia knows nothing more about fighting than the next person—save for a doctor’s knowledge of where she might best apply a blade or staff for agony or death. In the dark—and in a room with most breakable objects on the shelf above her head, because Amelia knows her aim to be atrocious with any tool larger than a scalpel—her lack of training doesn’t matter. She waits a moment longer, listening for the distinctive gasp as the intruder stubs their toe on the raised stone slab just before her bed, before aiming at what she guesses to be collarbone height and swinging.

The crack of the staff landing on bone is followed, immediately, by an ear-splitting shriek.

Amelia swings again. A thud sounds, followed by a series of thumps, something clattering, and then vicious swearing—not the words one uses to address the village witch—and a sniffle before several soft sobs.

“I just had to get another bloody weeper, didn’t I?” Amelia places the staff on the bed—right where she can grab it in her left hand if needed—and reaches up to tap the jar of dozing sprites into wakefulness before leaning over to fumble at the lamp sitting on her chest of drawers. “Do none of you ever think how much this is costing me in kerosene and matches and sprites?”

It takes a moment for the lamp to catch and light the room, which is just as well, for half the sprites sink to the bottom of the jar with only the faintest of yellow glows. Amelia sits back down in bed, pulls up the covers and stares at her intruder.

A young woman—one of the village shopgirls, although Amelia can’t remember her name—sits huddled on the floor, one hand wrapped around her opposite elbow. She is gorgeous, Amelia admits: round and curvy, with a mane of curly chestnut hair tumbling down her back and falling in her eyes. Big, beautiful, green eyes, paired with the kind of pouty lips Amelia enjoys pressed against her own when the kissing happens to be mutually agreed upon.

Well, she liked Lyra’s lips pressed against her own, even if she’s yet to meet another woman who makes her feel that kind of want.

The shopgirl is beautiful, but all Amelia feels is irritation. She should be asleep with a cat at her feet! She shouldn’t be staring at a girl who, for some incomprehensible reason, forgot to wear a few useful things like shoes, underwear and clothing! Amelia sighs, grinding her teeth. Perhaps something is wrong with her—her fellow students in Siya surely implied it when they didn’t state it outright. Some people, she knows, are less annoyed by the discovery of a naked person of the correct gender and age in their bedroom—especially if the intruder shows a willing intent of getting under the covers and beginning a seduction.

She doubts that the girl meant to touch her without waking her; this is misguided romance, not assault.

Assault she can handle.

Refusing the attentions of a sobbing girl, though, wasn’t covered in the university curriculum.

Everyone does this nowadays. Lovers skip the whole tradition of meeting, dating, getting to know each other over a meal or two, the nervous small-talk where two people try to figure out where the other stands with regards common interests and how soon they can talk of bedding without being offensive. They don’t become friends first and then wait to see if that spark of interest flares. No, everyone in the village sighs over the love and romance of a mysterious stalker. How else can someone prove their love for another, if they aren’t willing to take the risk of creeping into their love-interest’s house after dark?

Lyra didn’t do that. Lyra sat down beside her in the library, a pile of books between them, and they spent weeks talking about the best way to drain a corpse and the benefits of mattress stitch before anyone attempted even chaste kissing. They knew they were medical students bonding over their dabbling in witchcraft and shared belief in gnome voting equality before anything as messy as love entered the discussion.

Amelia suppresses a groan and looks down at the woman.

The shopgirl—Goddess, what is her name?—flutters her damp eyelashes but doesn’t answer. Amelia has read enough romance novels to know this as some attempt to look alluring, but she just looks like a near-stranger with an eyelash stuck in her eye. A pretty stranger, but a stranger. They’ve exchanged a bare handful of words at the shop, mostly requests for a pound of sugar, more tea-tree oil and can Amelia order in a selection of mandrake roots—none of the conversations leading to the kind of friendship needed for a midnight tryst. How does the girl know they’re compatible in bed? How does the girl know if Amelia is even interested in bedding? What if Amelia doesn’t have the required breakfast foods in the house for the next morning? Why would anyone risk such an act based on so little information?

“Well?” Amelia resists the urge to grab the stick and thump the intruder over the ear. She asked a question, a perfectly reasonable question. Social custom dictates that the girl answer. “Do you think about how much all this is costing me? Don’t you think it’s bloody inconsiderate?”

The shopgirl blinks and says nothing.

Just how are they all getting in? Amelia fastened the windows and bolted the front door before going to bed, checking every lock twice; she made sure that nobody can open the catches from the outside after the last debacle, and she won’t sleep through a window breaking—if anyone wants to annoy a witch by breaking her windows. Perhaps the intruder decided to risk the nesting devil in the cellar and entered by the cellar door? Just what has the world come to when not even a devil keeps out the lovelorn?

Why are these villagers are interested in her? She wears plain dresses and aprons for a reason! She doesn’t try not to bore people with talk about the best ways to disinfect a worktable! She wears the bloody black broad-brimmed hat and leaves a bloodstained grimoire—one with purification spells worked on the cover, of course, because a bloodstained grimoire isn’t all that sanitary—out on her kitchen bench! She named her cat Midnight! She’s an awkward, divergent witch who doesn’t try to be more approachable and friendly! She doesn’t get anyone to fix the crooked walls or floors, she keeps seasoning herbs in bubbled glass vials and she recites fake spells when cleaning wounds just to make her patients feel more comfortable with the efficacy of her work! Short of building an altar in the yard and sacrificing chickens to some dread demon every Sunday, she can’t be more witchy!

“If you’re not going to refund me for my swiving matches, get up, stop crying and go home. Try asking someone else out the proper way. Tell them your name first.”

The woman peers up at Amelia, now trying a wobbly sort of smile. “You’re the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and I love—”

Some tiny part of her, the part of her that looks in the mirror and sees late-afternoon shadow and square shoulders and a chest that requires padding to properly fill out a gown or dress, relents—but that’s silly. She’s a woman. The Goddess made her. Being a woman in a less-conventional way doesn’t mean she shouldn’t have standards. She doesn’t want someone who invades her privacy; she wants someone who takes the time to befriend her first. Lyra did. Why should anything else matter?

“And you’re a swiving stranger invading my house.” Amelia folds her arms, positioning her gaze above the girl’s head. Isn’t she cold, with only the rug between her feet and the uneven stone floor? If Amelia’s feet are freezing despite her knobbly-knitted bed socks and her patchwork quilt, why isn’t the girl shivering? “Now get out before I throw my cat at you.”

A soft thump sounds like Midnight streaking for the hallway, even though her cat should know better.

The woman’s smile fades as she struggles to her feet with her fingers still cupping her elbow. “But … I did all this for you. I love you.”

Amelia rolls her eyes and grabs her staff, staring at the girl and trying to look witchy despite her floral-print nightgown. No, Amelia isn’t a good witch in some ways, but in many ways being divergent makes her as much a witch as the real thing. The village doesn’t question her post because she is good at pretending to be magical, because she does know a little script magic and studied with the Sanguarian in addition to her years in Siya. The latter makes her seem just as magical as if she does know how to summon zombies—and a good sight more useful.

Has it occurred to the girl that she’ll have to return tomorrow to ask the witch who wounded her to do something about it?

Of course, working as a village witch instead of as a village doctor is its own gaping wound, because Amelia can’t forget that words matter, behaviour matters: that witches, not doctors, are permitted to be strange. This isn’t the job she wanted; this isn’t the job for which she spent ten years in Siya. It gives her a crooked house, a monthly income and a purpose, though, and all she needs do is decorate her curtains with embroidered cobwebs, resist the need to dust her crooked bottle collection and block a few glowing spells.

“If you don’t get out of my house in two minutes, I’ll turn you and your family into toads. Dead toads. They’ll have to bury you all in a shoebox.”

“But…”

“What has ‘but’ got to do with it?” Amelia slides out of bed, sure to place her feet on the rug, and reaches for the phial she keeps on the shelf above her head. Damn the girl, getting her up out of bed after midnight—the floor is freezing! “I hope this works properly, this time. Last time I attempted a cross-species transfiguration, the target ended up with the head and body of a toad and seven legs best described as belonging to an oversized tarantula…”

The shopgirl turns for the door, yelps as she snags her toe on the crooked stone in the hallway, and thunders her way down the stairs.

“Tell everyone that if they wish to romance me, they can send a request in writing!” Amelia sighs and returns the bottle—filled with nothing more ominous than dyed water—to its place on the shelf. “With references!”

The front door, with its ominous-but-useful-for-scaring-people creak, slams shut, followed by the crunch of the woman’s footsteps as she runs down the gravel path towards the village. Amelia waits until the noise fades before sliding her feet into her old boots, taking the lamp and following the girl downstairs. She chews her lip, grumbling, as she checks the windows, pets the devil, jams the cellar door shut with a sliver of wood, and sets down lines of pepper and dried basil leaves in the hope that the villagers think them a magical protection. Tomorrow, she’ll have to do something about the cellar. A dangerous-looking creature that likes the dark and doesn’t make too much noise will do nicely, although Amelia never imagined that the nesting devil won’t be threatening enough. Something must be done; no more having her sleep interrupted by the desperate whims of people thinking themselves in love!

She stomps back up the stairs and stops only to greet Midnight, now sitting on the topmost step with his long, black tail swishing back and forth. “Goddess! I wasn’t really going to throw you!” She sits back down beside her cat, rests the lamp on one step and holds out one hand for him to sniff; only when he starts rubbing the side of his face against her hand does Amelia offer an apologetic scratch under the chin. “Do they think that because they’re pretty, I’m not going to care if they invade my house? Do they think that because they’re naked, I’m going to tear my clothes off and ravish them? Why is this the fashion? Why don’t they want to get to know people first? Why?”

Midnight just tilts his head so that Amelia can shift her fingers into his favourite scratchy place behind his ear.

“I’m just too old fashioned,” she says, and even though Midnight doesn’t answer her, that’s the benefit of a cat: no contradicting, no arguing, just a quiet, tactile presence in return for food and petting.

“She is gorgeous. Well, if you’re into women, so my appreciation is aesthetic, but you are. You know you don’t have to kick these people out because I’m here? I don’t mind if you want to take some lovely woman and ravish away. Or just kiss. Or sit by the fire and stare into each other’s eyes while the stars whirl overhead…”

People, on the other hand!

Amelia jerks and turns her head. At the top of the landing sits two doors: one leading to her room, one leading to the guest room. Kit, Amelia’s cousin and professional annoyance, stands in the guest room doorway, wobbling, on two crutches. Even as she watches, he leans against the door frame, his nightshirt rumpled. His left foot rests square against the floor, bare despite the cold; his right leg, ending halfway below his knee and swathed in a bundle of bandages, just hangs. They’ll need to work, she thinks, on the way his upper body twists to balance himself, a way that will be a problem if allowed to become a habit.

He beams at her, though, a short man with pillow-flattened hair sticking out at a variety of angles, and that’s the most frustrating thing. Tears she can deal with. Misery and grief are expected. This insufferable good cheer, as though this is no more inconvenient to him—despite the ashy undertone to his dark skin and the weight he’s lost—than losing a fingernail, makes her want to beat him upside the head. Several times.

“What the swiving hell do you think you’re bloody doing? Get back to bed!” Amelia grabs the lamp and leaps to her feet as fast as is possible without slopping kerosene. She knew it was a bad idea to leave crutches within Kit’s reach after the horror of teaching him how to use them, but the fear of what happens if she’s called out and cannot get someone to sit with him made it seem the safest decision. Still a terrible idea, given his propensity to escapades and inability to consider the consequences. “Now! If you tear a stitch I’m going to punch you so hard you won’t have any teeth left!”

Kit just grins, showing most of those same teeth. He doesn’t move, leaving Amelia to wonder if it’s because he’s feeling good enough to annoy her or if it’s because he’s too worn out to do anything but lean. “No, you won’t. You won’t take the risk of my falling over. Of course, not wanting sex or romance is a valid option. Do you know that it’s an option, Amelia? Or—no, I think you don’t feel that kind of attraction until you befriend them first, based on the letters you sent Grandmother while in Siya—”

She doesn’t speak so much as give a rattling scream of frustration. Every time she thinks he’s reached a new degree of interfering, he always, always, finds a way to surpass it. Maybe she should make him walk past a basilisk guarding every entrance, even though Kit told the tale of his neighbour’s pets, a miscalculated step and Plumeria’s surprise axe-wielding skills with an uncharacteristic and sobering quiet.

No. Amelia sighs, catches herself grinding her teeth and starts chewing on her nails instead. Even she knows that’s meaner a thought than is warranted. She can fantasise, though. Given that Kit spent most of their childhood coming up with new ways to poke his nose into Amelia’s life, she’s earnt the right to imagine how she might best torture him.

Besides, they both know that she’s a master of bluster.

It occurs to her that might have something to do with why the villagers don’t fear her.

“Once you became friends with Lyra, good friends, everything took a distinct turn for the romantic, I remember. Maybe you didn’t notice? I mean, she’s the only woman you ever kissed, yes? There’s a word for it, now, although referring to someone as ‘demi’ is rather confusing, since demigods tend to do that, too.”

Amelia draws a breath and points towards the spare room doorway. What is he doing? “Get back to your bloody bed!”

“Demiromantic. Maybe demisexual, too?” Kit sounds not even slightly perturbed, and he makes no attempt to turn around. “Surely, it’s in your medical books, somewhere? Anyway, did I ever tell you how I found out about it? I was sitting in a taproom in Raugue with a swordsman I picked up in Arsh. I don’t recall how I got on the subject of listing previous lovers, mind you—probably had something to do with the unexpectedly good whiskey—but he nodded and asked if I’d considered the fact that there might be a word for the truth that I’m chronically uninterested in keeping a partner—”

The only thing to do is stalk past him, enter her bedroom, give Midnight time to join her and then slam the door shut loudly enough to make Kit stop talking.

“Demiromantic!” he yells, just as Amelia curses the too-wide crack between door and floor. “We know our own, Amelia!”

She chews her smallest fingernail down to the quick, straining to hear the creaking, tapping noise of a man on crutches crossing the less-than-flat floor. One thud, a grasping or dragging noise too light to be that of a body hitting the floor, silence.

“Amelia? I promise I won’t say anything if you’ll, well, help me…”

She opens the door and glares across the landing.

“Please?” Kit doesn’t so much as lean against the doorframe as clutch it like a drowning sailor clinging to a spar. “I tried to turn and it got dizzy.”

She doesn’t have to tell him he deserves it: Amelia just grins.

He doesn’t speak as they inch their way through the door and over four stone slabs of varying heights, and he still doesn’t speak once they reach the narrow bed, one taking up the entire length of the room. He must be tired, she thinks, because by the time he lowers himself down on the bed and releases his grip on her nightdress Kit still hasn’t broken this most unnatural silence—and this is the man who considers bathing a suitable time for discussing the specific usage in spell constructs for every possible synonym of the word “red”. No, he just settles himself, his teeth pressed against his lip, and slumps against the pillow.

She wonders if getting up, crutching across the room and talking at her, however unnecessary, was his way of trying to find a shade of normality in a life that has abruptly ceased being normal.

“Trade,” Amelia says, knowing she’ll live to regret it. She stalks over to the basin beside the bed, fills it with the remainder of the water in the pitcher and scrubs her hands until the room smells of tea-tree soap. “If you let me poke at you, I’ll let you tell me about whatever word you found for your bed bouncing. As long as you don’t tell me what you did with the swordsman in Raugue.”

Kit’s sudden smile is broad enough that Amelia wonders, for a moment, on the honesty of his quiet. She can’t put him past pretending just to manipulate her into talking, after all. “Nothing, actually. I was too taken aback by the idea that it is possible to be romantically disinclined. Aromantic. It explains so much about the time I panicked and, uh, climbed out the window to escape a Malvadan merchant who wanted to introduce me to his parents. I admit it wasn’t the most well-thought-out decision I’d ever made…”

His voice softens and his smile fades, his eyes flicking up to the rafters.

Amelia dries her hands, grabs the bean bag from the dresser and tosses it onto Kit’s chest. He grunts, but he picks it up and starts teasing at the beans encased in the flannel, while she pulls her chair up to the end of the bed, folds back the covers and starts unwinding.

She’s old fashioned. Simple, uncomplicated. In a world where a divergent shift woman who trained as a doctor and works as a witch offers complication enough, it isn’t a terrible thing to want to reject something that adds an extra layer of difference to the person she is. She’s just old fashioned, and that isn’t a bad thing to be—certainly not if it means she doesn’t find herself in the village lock-up after entering someone else’s home!

Yet there’s an understanding the village shares, a feeling that doesn’t include her. She understands running away from someone wanting something she can’t return—or forcing them to run away from her. She doesn’t understand running toward someone else in the hope that they too share her desire. She doesn’t understand, not in the heart, the books she reads. She doesn’t understand love or want at first sight, she doesn’t understand love or want without prior friendship or connection, and she doesn’t understand the love or want that drives shopgirls to risk it all on an irascible witch.

She doesn’t understand the kind of love and want that dominates song, poem, legend, novel.

Admitting that feels strangely liberating.

“You climbed out someone else’s window? Just to avoid meeting his parents? Because you didn’t…?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Kit jerks the bag in time with each word, sighs. “I didn’t love him like that, but he thought I did. I haven’t loved anyone like that. I’ve thought, a few times, if I just gave it longer, maybe … but it doesn’t happen. Not the way books say romance does.” Kit shrugs, raises his right hand to his ear and rattles the bag. He still doesn’t look at her, her hands or the stump being revealed under layers of linen, and she can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking about the likelihood of his climbing out of future windows. “There’s words for us too, Amelia. Fewer stories, but words nonetheless. Maybe I should write a book while I’m cooped up here…”

Amelia draws a breath and wonders. There’s the love in books and songs and hope, wild and incomprehensible, but there’s also the love of a cousin who knows she doesn’t really mean it when she threatens to lock him in the cellar, or the love of a cousin who gets under her skin but knows her door is always open. There’s the love that’s history and the sharing of words with someone else, words spoken by someone who knows just how much they matter.

She isn’t soft, isn’t gentle, isn’t kind. She tries, though, to survive this confusing world of people who behave in ways unpredictable, and maybe that, too, is a form of love. The love of a pretend witch for her people, brittle and fragile and born of exasperation, but what else keeps her rolling out of bed to deal with her village? What else makes her sit in the evening and embroider cobwebs on her curtains? What else has her here beside a man who enjoys frustrating her? What else has her wondering that this story, this time, might be hers?

Amelia March knows she isn’t an agreeable person, but she isn’t void of love.

“Tell me about this, Kit. Demiromantic?”

Love isn’t something she ever considered in need of categorising and labelling.

Maybe it should be.

[aroacehogwarts]

Demiromantic demisexual demiboy Remus becoming qpps with aromantic asexual agender (who still uses he/him pronouns) Sirius, panromantic asexual trans man James, and aromantic polysexual bigender Peter. (After she and James start dating, Lily comes out to all of them as a demiromantic bisexual trans girl.)

Remus was lying with his head in Sirius’ lap, gentle fingers stroking through his short locks, while Peter worked on braiding Sirius’ long hair, babbling away about how he (for today) thought the potions test went. Another of their dormmates had some music on low, which was seriously relaxing Remus. His eyes were fluttering, and he was ready to drift off when James’ burst in.

“Marauders unite!” he yelled, then flung himself on Sirius’ bed, which they were all currently occupying. There went Remus’ peace. He narrowed his eyes at his excited friend, unhappy to be displaced from Sirius’ warm pillow-legs. “Lily said yes!”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose. 

“Congrats!” Peter beamed, thumping James on the shoulder in a rare show of physical affection. “Now maybe you’ll stop moping every time she walks by.”

James ignored the tease. “We’re meeting up for Hogsmeade this weekend, just the two of us! And we’ve got a study date for tomorrow night,” he bragged, puffing his chest out in pride.

Sirius laughed. “Oh, Merlin, he’s going to be even worse from now on, isn’t he? Before at least, he had a life aside from Lily, but now it’s going to be all about her, isn’t it?”

“Undoubtedly,” Remus agreed. “Just promise you won’t forget the little people who brought you to this moment, Prongs.”

James rolled his eyes. “We’ve already qpp’d. Besides, I kinda doubt Lily’s gonna wanna spend every waking moment with me. I’m not sure she can handle my energy.”

Peter laughed.

“Very true! And thank Merlin for that!” Sirius said. “But seriously, bud, congrats.”

“Yes, congrats - and thank you. I believe that’s five galleons my way,” Remus grinned at Sirius and Peter, who grumbled. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get your money, Moony - but later!”

“What exactly was the bet, and why wasn’t I let in on it?” James asked.

“Dates by when Lily would accept a date with you,” Peter admitted, looking down at his loss. “My bet wasn’t for another month. I thought you might play it safe.”

James laughed. “Sorry, Wormtail. You should have known me better than that! I bet Remus had inside information and weaseled out of Lily how she was feeling.”

“Hey, I’m no cheater. Besides, you forget how friendly she and Padfoot here have gotten.”

A look of realization and betrayal flittered across Sirius’ face. “She swindled me! She told me she’d refuse you for another week!”

Everyone but Sirius howled with laughter at his revelation. 

“I think I’m in love,” James admitted, still chuckling. 

Bright, young, expectant green eyes brought Remus back to the present. He wanted to tell the poor child in front of him how angry their parents would be at their struggles and denial of identity, something that never would have happened like this if their parents had lived, but that wasn’t what was needed. “Both of your parents were queer, you know. They were both trans, and your dad was a panro ace, your mom demiro and bisexual. Actually... we - the Marauders and your mom - all were - are queer. None of us were - are cis or straight. Has anyone ever talked to you about this stuff before?”

“My mum and dad were... trans? Really?” Harry sounded so young, and it broke Remus’ heart. It almost made him want to go to McGonagall and accept her offer to fight for Remus to stay at school and teach.

Instead, he simply replied with a soft, “yeah, they were. Your dad didn’t come out until his fourth year of Hogwarts, but your mom was out far before she came to Hogwarts.”

“So... so they’d be okay if... I was maybe a girl? Or sort of a girl? Or, at least, am not really a boy?”

“Of course.” Remus placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder and looked the child in the eye. “They’d be so supportive of whatever gender and sexuality you were. They would have encouraged you to experiment. They’d have bought you whatever clothes and used whatever name for you. What matters is what’s inside here,” he said, pointing to Harry’s heart. “And trust me, they’d be very, very proud of what’s in there.”

“So what - what did you say? Demiro? Panro? Ace? What do those mean?”

This was not exactly what Remus thought he’d be teaching at Hogwarts, certainly not to his qp and friend’s kid, especially after he’d resigned, but it was also something Remus would never back away from. “Well,” he started, abandoning the idea of packing for now, “let’s start with the basics here.”

~Hufflepuff Mod