#aroace midnight

[socially-anxious-wizard]

Consider: Mina having her work study with Midnight instead of Yoroi Musha.

(plus my own sexuality headcanons for the gals.)

[theaceofarrows]

It's always: "Do you like boys? or girls?"

And never: "Do you like piña coladas? or getting caught in the rain?"

[love-laugh-daydreamarevolt]

• Tsuya is aroace as well, she's in a very happy QPR with ochako

• Kyoka and Katsuki are both Demiaroace. thisbis definitely NOT me projecting on my favs. romance and sex is but a side note. music and hero work is much more important as it should be.

• Tooru is cupioromantic , she thought he wanted romance but realised she just rly liked rom coms

• Shinsou is Amicusoromantic but also uses the demiromantic label ( no no definitely not me)

• Kouda is aroacevague. would just like to be nonverbal and left alone with his animals please.

ACE/ARO BNHA CHARACTERS BECAUSE I SAY SO

Starting strong, Midoriya is asexual. No, this is not self-projection. Totally not.

Mina is aromantic, maybe pansexual, maybe not. Her and Izuku are ace/aro buddies.

Aizawa is gray-sexual. And does not accept acephobic or arophobic comments in his class, than you very much.

Midnight is aroace sex positive. Yes, she’s not lesbian wine aunt. She’s the aroace wine aunt.

Snipe is aroace as well, in a queer platonic relationship with a man.

Really, when someone bothers one of these three, they always end up together sighing and saying “Allos...”

By popular demand, Todoroki is demisexual. I’ll say, he gives off those vibes.

Tenya is demi as well. He was told he had to listen to Demi Lovato as a ritual. He studies with Sober and workouts are always with Confident.

Ojiro is still figuring it out. But the odds of him being in the spectrum are high.

Monoma is ace, case closed. His dream is to beat up 1A, live in a mansion with pets, nice clothes and garlic bread.

Tetsutetsu is ace grayromantic. He’s figuring out his feelings towards Kendo.

Kendo, a demisexual goddess.

Setsuna Tokage and Manga Fukidashi are ace. I don’t have proof, but I have no doubts either.

Kurogiri is the ace of the aces. The ultimate asexual.

Shigaraki is following his steps.

[luna-the-cretar]

Kremy is Demi (tho I like to say he’s Gideon-sexual because that’s essentially what I mean when I saw he’s Demi-romantic/sexual)

Taishen is aroace

Sarnax is Demi-romantic and a sex-repulsed asexual

Briggsy is the only one who I personally don’t feel is aspec or arospec. Instead, he’s pan all the way, and absolutely has a crush on every member of his party (except for Farryn. She scares him. But he kinda likes it anyway)

[dogwaterdish]

half the reason I think all might is aroace is because of his interactions with midnight 😭 he could not be less agreeable with anything she says -- I'm rewatching season 5 right now, and she's doing her usual weird thing about the students (I want her to shut up so bad rn) and he is like dying and looks like he wants to leave so bad...

every time she says shit he's like "contain yourself :'|" and I cant get over this scene in particular:

"its winter though 🥲"

[neon-hell]

Two aroace moods: the sinking feeling in your stomach when you're having a good time with someone and then realize they're interested in you romantically vs. the gutwrenching pain when someone tells you "I love you" in a romantic way but all you can do is think "I love you too and I wish I could love you back in the same way you do but I can't and I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

[vee-lociraptor]

all im saying is one time i was in kroger on valentine’s day and one of their stupid “valentine’s day is for all types of love” banners had a woman and her cat on it and that did more for me as an aroace teenager than i think corporate pride ever will

[grimbluesins]

being aromantic and asexual is such an Interesting and Strange experience of life because you will make tons of sxual innuendos and then when a sexual innuendo gets broight up you will hage no clue for five minutes.

and if youre wondering being aromangic is simultaneously not wanting to hear about relationship drama but also being intrisically curious about whatever the ehll your friends are doing

and then everyone calls you crazy and a psycho because they think you don’t feel empathy or emotion. life is rather Queer

[oc-factoids]

Tag the OC that’s allo-ace

Tag the OC that’s aro-allo

[emelinstriker]

Macaque ♡ Private Play

I can't help but imagine Macaque using his Shadow Play skills to get money- now imagine the reader, his lovely spouse, being a regular of his shows and boom :D

Pre-Shadow Play episode btw cuz he do kinda be needing that lamp still

The pain of having to write this level of wholesome fluff when you've never been in an actual romantic relationship yourself- So I had a lot more fun telling the tale at the end and making it all more dramatic- omegalul

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

It was yet another night at the theater, and a certain shadow monkey was doing his usual routine of retelling tales that he knew of from his own perspective and memories. Nothing out of the ordinary happened of course. He didn't get many people to see his performance, as usual, due to his plays' times and because of people not usually being interested in the concept of shadow plays as they preferred movies.

Such a shame, really, they were missing out on a great show! At least that's what you thought everytime you would see only a portion of the audience seats having been filled. Your husband did such an amazing show and you would be awestruck each and every time at the visuals he was able to create. Not to mention, his soothing voice was a nice bonus no matter which tale he told. He even used his powers to spice up your private wedding a few years back, using his shadows to calm you down from your nervous high, as well as putting on a shadow play for the few guests you had.

Once the play you were currently watching was over, you and the other people in the audience clapped, delighted at the performance. Some even stood up while the demon man on the stage bowed at the applause.

It didn't take long for the last people to leave the room while you simply sat in your reserved VIP seat as usual. And it didn't take long for your shadow to become a portal for the hooded monkey either as he emerged from it, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"Hey there, sugarplum, how was work?", he said while nuzzling the crook of your neck. He was still in his human disguise, so unfortunately you were unable to appreciate his fluffy fur. But that didn't make you appreciate him any less as you leaned back into his hold.

You actually showed him your workplace before, which is a rather small thrift shop. Macaque needed some human clothing because the red and black cloak he's using during his plays would not suffice in certain areas of the city. Him in a hooded cloak, being all dark and mysterious, would most certainly garner unwanted attention from demons and humans alike. That's when you showed him some stylization options. Everything you showed him was extremely casual and he loved it.

"It was alright. Not much happened today, besides one customer who didn't understand how a warranty works", you muttered. The monkey let out a low chuckle as you could feel his chest's vibration on your back, leaning further into you. "Anyway, once you're free we can go take a stroll. There's this new 24-hour shop we haven't been to yet." Finally, you decided to turn a bit to give him a quick peck on the lips, making him smirk.

"Well, you're in luck. This one just so happened to be my last play for the night. Just gotta clockout at the counter and we're off", he said as he removed his disguise with his ability, revealing his demon form. He was still wearing his hooded cloak however, nuzzling you with his fur now.

And as he said, he clocked out at the counter... Or rather a shadow clone did while he himself carried you bridal-style outside the theater and onto the dark streets. He didn't let go of you until you were in the darkness of an alleyway, embraced by the shadows. You knew he specifically did this to make you feel safer. Because something he told you early on into your relationship: 'You're a lot safer in the shadows. So don't be afraid of them, especially when I'm here.'

The two of you walked hand-in-hand down the alley, talking about whatever else happened at each of your respective workplaces. Apparently the theater had a major fangirl come in who couldn't stop squealing at Macaque's voice, overall mysterious demeanor, as well as shadow abilities.

You laughed a bit at the image of a random girl in the back of the audience having a fangirl meltdown. "She did stay behind after the play to ask me for my number. Of course I said no and showed her my ring, but can you believe that?" He rolled his eyes at the memory.

"Yes, I can believe that would've happened eventually. After all," you started as you made your shoulder bump into his in an affectionate manner, "you do have an irresistible charm on the character you're putting up while in disguise."

You could've sworn his tail wagged underneath his cloak from the faint movement of fabric your eyes were able to catch behind him, giving you an amused smile. He pouted at your word choice.

"Just while in disguise? Damn, guess I'll need to step up my game as amazing husband to top that character", he chuckled before pulling down his hood. "How about I top the 'mysterious storyteller' right now with a tale I know you'll love?"

You simply stared at him in awe before excitedly nodding your head to give him the 'go'. In response, he let go of your hand and pulled out his lantern from underneath his cloak, twirling it in a fluent motion before it abruptly stopped and lit up in all its purple glory. He then winked as he handed it to you for safekeeping before taking a few steps back towards the opposing wall.

Macaque used both his hands and body to make the shadows behind him move in the usual shadow play fashion you knew from his public plays. Despite being fully aware of his abilities, knowing he doesn't need to do such thing to create those visuals, you appreciated his need to be a bit more dramatic than necessary. It simply added a bit more flare to the experience and made it a lot more enjoyable. But this time he actually incorporated his tail into the play too.

He started out with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back, using his smooth voice to his advantage, "Welcome my loveliest viewer, to a shadow play. The likes of which have never been seen." The simian's eyes opened as he threw a loving glance at you before raising his hand to the night sky. His arm's shadow formed a monkey man behind him. You knew that was him from his previous plays.

"The tale follows up on a warrior's story told not so long ago... There was a lonely warrior, wandering the most darkest corners of an unknown town. Cast aside by his former source of light, the hero, he sought out to find another source to feel whole once more", he started as his shadow now depicted himself and Sun Wukong. The Monkey King seemed to vanish as if turned to dust before being blown away by the wind. Macaque's expression held a sliver of hatred, but was quickly replaced with a gentle smile as another memory resurfaced.

"One day while roaming the town in the dead of night, a thunderstorm approached. Desperate to find shelter, he came across a different kind of light. A light so powerful, its source did not seem to mind sharing it with everyone they met." His eyes dilated a bit as he turned to face you, seeing you hold onto his lantern with extra care, making sure not to block its light. You didn't even notice your own lovestruck smile until he smiled back. "That light was a generous and kind mortal human, who offered him their home to shield him from the cold and damp. They even offered him silent comfort from the sounds outside as lightning continued to strike."

The shadows now depicted a human holding their hands over the warrior's ears, making both gaze at one another in close proximity. Then it switched to a scene with both holding hands while looking at what could only be described as sunrise.

"As the storm faded into the night, so did the moon. The sun started to awaken as its rays made the warrior realize that this human was his new source of light. And yet he told himself he had to leave, for he did not feel worthy of their compassion." The shadow of the warrior let go of the light's hands, but then was quickly stopped by the light refusing to let go of one hand, lightly tugging him back towards them.

"However, the light proved him otherwise. They did not agree with his mindset and instead asked him to stay longer." The human now pulled the warrior closer to them before giving him a hug. Macaque couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as he recalled the memory. "And eventually, the warrior seemed to have been put under a spell so strong it sent him into a spiraling trance. One that would bind him to the light for the future to come." Your husband then slightly leaned closer in your direction with his signature grin. "It was a spell of love."

The scene shifted once more to show both of them kissing while sitting on a bench under a tree, one familiar one you recognized with ease. "Over the coming months, their love for one another grew, and so did the shadow's courage to propose marriage to his beloved light. He came up with a plan to meet up under the tree's branches once again, and he expressed his devotion to the loving light of his life..."

Suddenly, the lantern became dimmer by the second as he approached your now blushing form with his arms crossed, clearly hearing your heartbeat. "I believe you already know how this story ends."

And as the lantern's light faded away, you launched yourself forward to capture him in your embrace, giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. You were still holding onto the lantern with one hand behind his back. He wrapped his arms around you in return and leaned more into you. Once you pulled away for air, you gave him a bright smile as a few tears formed in your eyes from the joy you felt. Despite the dark that surrounded you two, the simian was able to see your happy response to his small, private play. Macaque knew how to pick his words far too well.

"You dork... I love you, Mac", your mumbled voice said as you nuzzled your face into his chest. His lips made contact with the top of your head as he pulled you closer to him, letting out what sounded like a low purr.

"I love you too, sugarplum."

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[aroacesafeplaceforall]

Warning: some asshole is going around spamming people with “don’t call it mafia” again, like there isn’t 6000+ other tags exactly like it… slightly aphobic there buddy you targeting us…

[aerkan]

Okay, so, I'm feeling a bit melancholic right now and I, well, I guess I want to share my thoughts in case someone relates or needs to know they're not alone.

I've figured out a few years back that I'm firmly set in the aroace spectrum. I've never had a crush on anyone except for some fictional characters or famous people, but even then the farthest my 'affections' have gotten was a strong urge to offer them a hug, or wanting to hang out and laugh. Which I very quickly found out was the exact same as for my closest friends, just magnified by my excitement of the stories tied to those characters or my joy at hearing the person's jokes.

I've never been interested in sex. At all. I don't like reading about it, I get bored watching it, and the prospect of experiencing it fills me with nothing other than dread and annoyance. That's not to say I'm ignorant about it. I'm not. I know how it works, I know what 'my role' would be should I ever try it. But while all my friends were experimenting with it during our teens I stayed far away from the dating pool. Mostly.

I had my first kiss when I was 17. I felt weird right after because I've read a lot of romantic stories (looking back on it, it wasn't for the romance itself but the emotional closeness between the characters but whatever) and first kisses were meant to be something one should enjoy. Even my friends have said so. However, I felt nothing, only bored. It was my first kiss and I wished I could do something more fun.

So yeah, that didn't click and I spent the whole evening reasearching what the hell was wrong with me (turns out, there was nothing wrong with me). That's how the idea of me being ace took root but I wasn't very sure about it (didn't want to be).

Since then there have been a few more kisses, but nothing to be writing home about. I guess I've been trying to see if anything changed. It didn't. Gradually I had to admit to myself that I'm ace and what that means for me. After the initial shock of the new label I very quickly became comfortable being ace. It fit me and I was happy.

However, well, lately most my friends have started dating. Finding their life partners. My new friends already had lovers, when I met them or are also finding love. And I'm excited for them, really am. But this new development made me confront another part of my identity, which I've been steadily ignoring for years now despite knowing it wasn't exactly the norm.

I'm aromantic! (*throwing confetti*)

I've never experienced romantic love and probably never will. I adore my friends, they are the most important people in my life and I would do a lot of f*cked up things for them to be happy. And for the most part I'm okay with just hanging out with my classmates and seeing my other friends from time to time, making plans to see each other more when we're all free. But I also feel unbearably lonely sometimes. I feel unwanted, ignored and left out simply because I can't offer the same 'normal' conversations. I feel disconnected from society and I desperately long for a partner that would love me, that I could talk to every day, that I could hug and laugh with. Someone, who would be there when I get home, maybe waiting with a good meal or excited to tell me about the new tv show they started watching while I was gone.

Basically, what I'm saying is... I want a roomate. I want someone to live with me but someone who sleeps in a different bed. Someone who would let me cuddle them from time to time when life gets a bit harder than I can bear and someone who would be there when I need a laugh. Someone I can cook with or sing with. I want a friend living with me who wouldn't have that 'special someone'. I want someone who would want the same from me.

And the hardest part about this? Knowing I'm probably never going to have that. These days I live with this terrifying certainty I'm going to die alone and well... I already feel crushingly lonely right now. I can't imagine feeling like this for the rest of my life.

...well, this got really depressing. Wasn't the point, but it is the truth. I love being aroace, I love the warm little feeling I get when I make someone happy or the giddy butterflies in my chest when I make someone laugh. Ultimately, I love being alive to be excited about sharing a smile with a stranger. I would simply prefer if so many of my nights weren't filled with the existentinal dread of being left behind.

Sorry for the ramble guys, have a cute pokemon cause you're awesome!

[drakkonyan]

Extremely self-indulgent icons, but they came out fire and im gonna use them until I finally force myself into redrawing the current one better, so yall can have em too

[realthoughtsreal]

Contemplations of a 22 year old ace

I find myself delving into the philosophical and sociological thoughts and research over gender, society, and sexuality more and more as I grow up.

It is most definitely a sign of me looking for a home. Rather, it is as if I am the migratory bird, looking for the place that I belong, the place that I can land in, ensured I am safe and integrated into the habitat.

I am a person growing up, searching for ways, for words, that fit, that explain and relate to my experience in society.

Some weeks ago I finally finished reading “Ace what Asexuality reveals about desire, society and the meaning of sex” by Angela Chen. It is a wonderful and enlightening book written by an ace person, full of ace experiences and discourse, research, arguing and explaining of not just asexuality, but how it exists within this society, and all it conveys and implies.

An absolutely recommended book. If you’re in the aroace spectrum, I highly suggest you read it. I suspect you’ll find it both fascinating and reassuring.

Even if you’re not on the aroace spectrum, you should still absolutely read it. It puts many things into persoective and you will find it very enlightening.

Among many things, the book proposes thinking of attraction as something that is composed by multiple elements, some of which are not present for aroace people.

I found this line of thought fascinating and incredibly logical. Attraction and sexuality are very hard to define and tackle, specially for aroace people who lack certain components of it, but it is an absolutely fascinating subject. The book tackles it so brilliantly without muddling it with complex terms, it truly left me feeling more consoled and reassured than ever.

It often feels like there’s no path forward for me. Like the relationships I want are impossible because of me being in the spectrum. But the book showcases many cases of people just like me, having good lives.

Aroaceness is a not an illness. It is also not something to be fought, I think. We are often so ashamed by our differences, we try to fit in society’s box, though we were not made for it. It is a struggle, a fight we shouldn’t be signed up for.

Why is diversity so hard to open up to? Even if we are open to it in others?

I accept diversity in others. Yet it took me years to accept my aroaceness, to feel comfortable with it. And I still have bad days.

The rise in hate against queer people has had me utterly stressed and anxious, balling up and hissing at every thing like a nervous animal. So many say this diversity is a flaw of modern society, a fault.

It feels necessary to say this, though it should be blatantly obvious:

Diversity is not the symptom of an ill modern society. It’s a symptom of the human condition.

Diversity is a fact in nature. It is natural.

Many animals do not have a set sex; mostly fish and amphibians from the species we know, which are able to change their sex as needed (like Nemo!).

Intersexuality is present in almost every species, as it is possible given the right set of genes.

Hermaphroditic animals are also very, very common. From invertebrates like snails to vertebrates like sea bass.

Many mammals and birds partake in what would be considered homosexuality, and do not have set gender roles (which could in part explain what we’d call homosexual behavior, because as animals, they have no concepts of sex or gender. They just are. No boxes, roles or stereotypes of behavior are required). Take the gay penguins for example, raising penguin chicks.

Mind you, this is all information that can be found in any book about flora and fauna, or an encyclopedia, a basic biology class, or any internet page.

Modern society, colonized by the western white way of thinking, driven by religious beliefs used to justify hate and violence, has made it seem unnatural. Queerness in any way (and by this I mean any identity that is outside the hetero, cis, allo, normative) has been deemed unnatural, unlawful, and sinful.

Yet it is in nature, and also in us. Because we are a part of nature, just another animal/being in the planet, however much we see ourselves as superior.

I find it befuddling and ridiculous that people will see the evidence of it being natural, as infinite diversity IS the natural way of the universe, and still have the gall to call it unnatural.

To every queer person out there (and by this I mean any person that doesn’t fit the cis/hetero/allo box):

I know things are very stressful right now. The world seems to be on the cusp of something, whether it is great change or chaos is still up to the masses.

Some of you may have lost funds you depended on. Your right to healthcare. Your right to marriage. Your right to love safely and openly. Your right to be yourself. Or your home. Or security. Or safety. Or family. Or friends. Or partners. Your mental and physical health; stability in general even.

Things may seem hopeless right now, even unescapable doom.

But I hope you find comfort in the thought that no matter how loud the violent voices of hate shout, your existence is natural, is expected, is logical. That cannot be refuted. No matter how much they try to erase you, they will not be able to.

We’re here, we’re queer. We’re people, we’re humans, we’re mammals, just a different type of animals with more awareness than all the rest.

Keep raising your voice. Write, make art, do what you must to leave a record behind, to protest in your own way, to speak out, to soothe yourself. Know that you will not be erased, that you are natural, that you are not the freak of nature they say.

Know you are not alone. We are all together in this.

To everyone else:

Speak out. It often feels like there are more bad people than good people in the world. Do you know why?

Because way too many good people stay silent. What use is it if you only have good thoughts and intentions and speak them only in private to yourself, but don’t do it with others, TO others?

When all the good people do nothing, that’s when the bad things happen. When malice wins. When everyone does nothing, the good people might as well be not there, mere wallpaper.

I do not mean you have to go to every protest, or oust yourself, or put yourself in every dangerous or uncomfortable situation you encounter that might end up with you homeless (in the case you’re young and get kicked out). It can be something as small as talking to a friend, to a classmate, educating them.

Maybe share with them a book about queer people, about marginalized people.

Tell them it’s not okay to perpetuate hateful practices.

Call out their racist comments.

Buy cookies from trans owned businesses.

Buy from local queer/black owned businesses.

Write a blog maybe, to share your thoughts, to spread the positive thinking, the acceptance and tolerance.

Make an art piece that resonates with tolerance, with love, that condemns the marginalization and discrimination of others.

Do something, anything. But do not do Nothing. Nothing is the enemy of good, it is complacency. Doing nothing means being complicit. Doing Nothing is what allows the bad to continue, to spread. Being silent in the face of injustice is never okay.

Big actions and words are not required. You do not have to attend every single protest and be the loudest chanter. But be present in the fight, even in the smallest ways.

It is in the small ways, I’d say, that the biggest changes can occur. Small tips in the scale can turn the tides. Butterfly effect, if you will.

As Gandalf would say, it is often in the smallest things that we find the greatest light and change.

My heart goes out to all those suffering right now. Do not lose hope, do not give up the fights. Know you are not alone.

I see you, I accept you, I love you.

We are all people, we are all alive. And we deserve to live openly as we are with dignity, happiness, safety.

Is it not enough that we are all people? All humans? All alive and feeling?

P.S.: I wrote this half-asleep, sick with flu(?), and at midnight. So, apologies if it doesn’t have the best coherent flow.

[aricr]

[neon-hell]

I knew I was asexual for a long time but I had a rather hard time figuring out I was aromantic as well. For years I thought there was no way I was aroace because I wanted the closeness and emotional intimacy and I still felt that stab of muted jealousy when a close friend started seeing someone romantically.

You wouldn't get jealous of a romantic relationship unless you wanted to be in one with the same person, right? I cannot be aro! I'll just sit here with my guilt for being the green eyed monster over someone I never even tried to pursue romantically in the first place.

It took me years to figure out that it wasn't the romance part I was jealous of. It was fear of losing my place in their life over a romantic partner. Years and years of my family and society beating over my head that I cannot expect people to have time for me once they start seeing someone or get married. Friends are no longer a priority and the significant other always comes first.

And then I finally realized. I didn't want a romantic partner. I wanted the security the status of being someone's romantic partner came with. Sure, the possibility of a breakup was there but there wouldn't be an instance of suddenly having less and less time to hang out due to spending time with the partner instead. Skipping on and cancelling plans because they have something else planned. Slowly drifting apart in conversation because they've moved to another stage of life I will never experience in the same way.

And suddenly, it became clear why my "crushes" were always on people I could call my best friends. Because I just wanted them to always be a part of my life as much as I wanted to be a part of theirs with no fear of ending up far on the sidelines.