#asexual main character

[alinacapellabooks]

Making the MCs of my romance novel asexual because I’m asexual and I HATE writing sex scenes:

[jspinkmills]

Cute YA for those in the mood for a bit of light summer reading. And so wonderful to see an ace main character!!! Wren is a delightfully prickly marshmallow and I loved spending time with him and his friends.

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

I’ve been working on a bit of creative writing that serves as a form of therapy for me too. I’d love to eventually write and publish my work once I’ve written a concrete story. The best way I can describe it is a young nordic scottish demi-god coming of age and going through their own personal struggles. Falling in love with a former god, tall ginger, Irish the whole package. It’s very dark and depressing but can be rather humorous at times. Struggling with their own gender identity & sexual orientation. It has elements from different authors such as the likes of Neil Gaiman, its based within the American Gods verse, and its sorta asks the question of what if Mad Sweeney was brought back? It also has a hand in the sandman verse. The main character Ròta, is one of dreams escaped nightmares. A nightmare designed to punish the gods. It also has elements from the works of Lovecraft & Edgar Allan Poe. I could go into more detail if others are interested. I guess I'm just worrying myself sick about the complications of copyright issues & being a non person of colour writing the main character as person of colour.

[vid-writes]

Godslayer Chronicles Ch. 1

This story will not contain any romance or sex but it does contain violence so reader discretion is advised!

Killing gods is not easy to manage, but when the gods have returned and are hunting humans for sport, someone has to fight back. In a world where magic didn't exist and the only gods to speak of were those mentioned in the old texts that formed religions the day Earth shook and the sky turned red everyone panicked. Then when the worldwide earthquakes continued and a rift ripped open in the sky the world caught on fire. Literally. Emalia had been twelve the day the old gods, new gods, and creatures so indescribable they might as well be gods poured through the glowing blue rift that bisected the blood-red sky. Now at nineteen years old, she sat by a dwindling campfire in the destroyed and barren town of Minneapolis surrounded by five of the other god-hunting mercenaries she had met since she started this job four years ago.

"Come on Em, it's just a kiss," Anton huffed. He was one of three guys in their little rag-tag group. His slick black hair and pale blue eyes might have done other women in but Emalia wasn't other women.

"I've told you I don't know how many times now I'm not into that stuff. My only interest is—," Emalia started and was interrupted by Petra, the red-headed green-eyed woman in their group, finishing the sentence with her.

"Slaying gods and taking trophies."

"Well how do you know you don't like kissing if you've never kissed anyone before," Anton hounded as the bottle of tequila left his pale hands and entered Petra's.

"I have kissed people. I've kissed three guys and seven women. I've touched body parts and had mine touched. It's not something that interests me," Emalia groused as Petra passed her the tequila.

The brown-skinned, curly-haired, brown-eyed twins Jalinda and Chaylen were on watch for any of the many monsters the gods had roaming the planet looking out for humans while they lounged in any of the palaces they had claimed or made.

"The good old scientific method," chuckled Micha. His grey eyes and long golden blond braid were one of the three guys Emalia had ever kissed. His lips had been as soft as her childhood pillow but nothing happened inside of her body or mind to make her think it meant anything. When she had repeated the experiment with the others the same nothingness had prevailed.

"Can't argue with that," Anton sighed as he fished out a cigarette from the antique silver case he kept them in. Emalia couldn't stand the smell and made sure her tent and place at the fire were always upwind from him.

"Well my joints are aching from sitting in this cheap plastic chair from that Walmart we managed to find some loot in last week so I'm going to bed," Emalia announced to no one in particular. As she walked to her tent she heard everyone mutter their replies before she dipped into the warmly lit tent with a floor covered in any rug she had personally looted since joining the group of mercenaries.

Her head hit the old lumpy pillow that her mom used to sleep with every night, the only thing Emalia had left of any of her family members, and sleep tugged her under before she could blow out her oil lamp.

The smell of sulfur woke Emalia before the three sharp warning whistles resounded through her camp. Normally humans wouldn't be able to smell the sulfur of a demon until it was on top of them but since the sky opened up a few thousand people had been blessed by the One God with stronger senses. Though it was limited to one sense per individual.

Pushing aside the flap to her tent Emalia snatched up her bandolier of blades and her three guns. Jalinda was the only other person in their group that had a heightened sense. Her was her vestibular sense, she could always feel where every human, demon, creature of The Hunt, and anything else that was alive. As long as they were within a two-mile radius of Jalinda.

"What is it this time?" Micha grumbled as he emerged from his tent a few feet in front of Emalia's. His usual sniper rifle was grasped in calloused and tanned hands.

"Smells like demons," Emalia replied. Anton and Petra were already around the base of the tree the twins kept watch in. When Micha and Emalia arrived they were greeted by a low and feral growl alongside a laugh that sounded like glass dragging across concrete. Just as Emalia pulled out one of her knives that she anointed with Holy Water each morning a Hellhound leaped out from the shadows in front of them.

"Oh great I've always wanted a dog," Petra snarled as she flipped her anointed knives in her hands. Jalinda giggled from her place in the tree which was a good eight feet higher than her brother.

"Trust me that's one nasty mutt," Chaylen chuffed as he trained his sawed-off shotgun at the shadows behind the Hellhound, probably aiming for its master.

"Lucky for you flesh bags my 'dog' here has been looking for some new chew toys," a voice lilted from the shadows. The voice contradicted the laugh this demon had let out earlier.

"Lucky for us we are well versed in killing off scum like you and your dog here," Petra hissed and flicked one of her knives at the Hellhound. Acting on instinct, which went against the creature's very creation, the Hellhound darted forward at a diagonal. It avoided the anointed knife and closed the gap between itself and Petra in five more strides of its powerful four legs. Petra jumped over the head of the Hellhound, which was level with her chest,  just in time so that it couldn't stop or turn around before crashing gracelessly into a tree. As it was shaking the blow from its barely there brain a loud bang split the air and everyone hit the deck. Buckshot anointed by Holy Water blasted through the Hellhound. It let out a fierce bark before exploding into a cloud of red dust.

"Oh for crying out loud," the demon huffed as it finally stepped out of the shadows. This one was more humanoid than the last demon Emalia and her group had encountered. That one was also capable of speech but it sounded like rocks in a tumbler anytime it did. This one had thin purple skin, long gangly limbs, wore tattered clothes stolen from some random store, had red horns curling out of its bald head, and deep black pupil-less eyes.

"I guess it's your turn now," Chaylen said with a smirk as he pumped his shotgun to empty the spent shells and reload it. He aimed it right at the demon's head and the demon didn't even flinch.

"He probably won't go down that easily," Micha called up to Chaylen. At that moment the demon lunged. It was a blur of purple before it had Micha pinned to the tree trunk with six-inch long claws pressed to his neck.

"You're sure right about that," the demon snarled as it wrenched Micha's sniper rifle away and tossed it behind them. Emalia moved to pick up the weapon but the demon's voice cut her off, "If you move again he dies. If any one of you fires a gun or throws a knife he dies. Everyone needs to set their weapons down if you want him to live."

"Don't do it," Micha whimpered as the demon pressed its claws into his throat just enough that one of them punctured his skin. A tiny red river flowed down  Micha's neck. "He will kill me anyway, just kill him. If I die then I die," he continued in a strained voice.

There was a soft thwomp noise and then two differently distinct screams. There was an arrow sticking out of the demon's neck and blood running in a thick wide river down Micha's neck. Three more arrows pierced the demon's neck before it turned into a pile of black dust. Emalia rushed over to Micha and immediately pressed her hands to his throat.

"Please tell me he missed all of the important arteries," Petra whispered as she dropped to her knees next to Micha and scooped up his hand. Micha let out a soft wince and then nodded.

"Just barely," Emalia managed around the lump in her throat.  "You really shouldn't have taken that shot until it was more distracted," she added as Jalinda dropped out of the tree alongside Chaylen.

"You're right I'm sorry," Jalinda apologized as she pulled off her jacket and handed it to Emalia. Emalia pressed it to the wound on Micha's throat and held it down firmly. "Don't die on us," Jalinda said as she knelt next to Micha's head.

"I'll try my best," Micha whispered and then winced again.

"Stop talking for now," Emalia instructed as the blood slowly stopped spreading across Jalinda's jacket. Anton, who had run back to base camp once the demon was dust, returned with the first aid kit in his hands.

"We have three more bags of O-Negative, after that we are out," Anton said as he handed over the first aid kit. Emalia took it with one hand and with the other gingerly pulled the jacket away from Micha's throat. There was a dried blood-covered long and wide gash across his throat but luckily it was just enough to not be fatal.

"He's going to need some sedatives," Emalia started as she fished out the antiseptic, "he's going to need stitches." Anton nodded before sprinting back to camp to get the sedatives from the bag of medicines.

Emalia never would have imagined herself in these situations before the sky split open. She had helped friends patch wounds from playing too rough before the world ended but nothing like this. And since Micha was a sniper he had the steadiest hands, unfortunately, he couldn't sew his own throat closed. So it would be up to Emalia because none of the others had any medical experience of any kind. Micha returned with the vial of sedative, a needle, and a bottle of tequila.

"Figured you'd probably like to take a shot before sewing our friend's throat closed," Anton smiled sheepishly as he offered it to Emalia first. She took it wordlessly and took a small sip from it. After handing the tequila back to Anton she took the sedative and the needle. Once there was enough to knock Micha out for a couple of hours she looked around at her friends. Everyone was watching her and holding Micha's hand or soothing him in some way.

"Once you're awake we will have to move base camp right away," Emalia explained to Micha as she used the antiseptic to clean his arm. "So I'm going to need Anton and Chaylen to break down camp while Petra and Jalinda make up a cot for you. We can put it in the second wagon and some of us will have to carry more stuff on our bikes," she finished as she gave Micha the sedative and waited for it to take effect.

"Don't take too long and watch your back," Chaylen said as he and the rest of the group departed.

Once Micha was asleep Emalia donned some gloves and cleaned his wound. Once clean she threaded the surgical needle they had managed to find in a ransacked hospital along with surgical-grade thread. After another small sip of the tequila and a big sniff to check the air, Emalia started to sew up Micha's throat. When the clouds covered the moon she dug out a headlamp and kept going. Each stitch was more difficult than the last due to the jagged edges of the wound. Twice she stopped to puke and take another sip of tequila. Once his throat was fully sewn back together she doused the wound in antiseptic again and then put a healthy patch of gauze over it.

Aware that the sedatives would wear off soon she packed up the first aid kit and made her way back to base camp. It was nearly fully broken down and packed away in their bigger wagon. The smaller one now had a pallet of blankets and pillows in the back of it. She tossed the medical bag in there and then fished out the pain meds. Once she had them she attached the smaller wagon to her bike and rode over to Micha. Jalinda was waiting there and guarding him.

"Are you sure you want to pull his wagon?" she asked Emalia as she fished out another syringe for the pain meds.

"Yeah I'll just need your help getting him in there and then I've got it," Emalia replied.

Once she had given Micha the pain meds she and Jalinda hauled him into the wagon. It wasn't a cold night but there was no telling what a demon-inflicted wound would do to him so she covered him up with a blanket. She turned to check on the progress of base camp breakdown only to find the group already waiting nearby on the road.

Anton and Chaylen's bikes were attached to the bigger wagon and Petra had pulled Jalinda's up the hill with her. All three of the girls had five bags each on their bikes but before Emalia could protest the unfairness Jalinda took hers and put them on her bike and Petra's.

"You're pulling Micha so it's only fair," Jalinda said nonchalantly as they started down the road. Emalia just smiled as she tried not to look back at Micha too often. She wasn't suddenly gaining feelings for him or anything but none of them had ever been this badly injured. Then again they hadn't encountered any other demons before the four-legged one capable of speech.

"I think we should bike until dawn before we set up base camp. We should also try to take as few breaks as possible," Chaylen called from the back of the group where he and Anton pulled the wagon of supplies and tents.

"We can eat on the go and stop for bathroom breaks but we should limit those to three at most," Petra concurred with Chaylen.

"Sounds like a solid plan," Emalia said.

"Good with me," Jalinda agreed.

"As long as someone brings snacks to Chaylen and me then I'm also good," Anton chimed in. Because of course, he was thinking about food. "And if you ever need to switch off with anyone please tell us, Emalia," he added.

"I can handle it," was Emalia's only response. She was tired of everyone doubting her abilities because she was the smallest and youngest in the group.

[tinynavajoreads]

Just One More Page's March Photo Book Challenge

March 3, 2023 - Intersectional Feminism

This one has been wandering around my TBR since I heard it had a Lipsn Apache asexual main character. There are few YA books about Native Americans and there seem to be even fewer about does who are asexual, so to have one that had both in the main character seemed a good place to start.

That, and a kicking magic system. This book, will unfortunately, probably stay on my TBR for a bit longer. Or I just might change my mind for the March TBR and see where takes me instead.

Have you read Elatsoe? What did you think of it? Would you recommend me adding it to my TBR for this month?

[redysetdare]

Soulmates are inherently amatonormative and it's so wild how many people refuse to acknowledge that and instead go around trying to "make it more inclusive" which mostly just leads to then forcing aspec characters into a amatonormative narrative.

[ace-lost-in-motherfucking-art]

get a load of these guys

[alinacapellabooks]

It’s Snippet Time!

I’ve been working really hard on Night Of The Blue Moon, my gay adult urban fantasy romance about magical girls and the titans, and I just wanted to share a little snippet with you guys:

 “I have some big news.”

“Did you get the guts to have an actual conversation with Solana?”

“Yeah, and I got her number,” Ariel said smugly as she took her white creepers off, setting them down next to her other shoes before running to her bedroom. 

“Fucking finally!” Raphael cried, “It’s about damn time that you actually tried to get with her!”

Ariel hugged her wolf plushie close against her chest. “Listen, I need a favour. Solana wants to be a Vtuber, and I mentioned to her that I know a very popular Vtuber and game developer who might be able to help her with that.”

“You didn’t tell her my real name, or anything, did you?”

“No, I’m not stupid enough to do that! But I said that I would give you her discord number, and see if you would be interested in talking to her, and maybe doing a collab stream,” she said quickly, “So, would you be willing to chat with her, at least? Let her show you what she’s got?”

“Why does it have to be me? Why can’t you do a stream with her?”

“Because you’re the Vtuber, not me. I only ever do streams when I’m being interviewed, or when I do collabs with you. You’re a better streamer than I am, and you know what it takes for an indie Vtuber to go pro, because you’ve done it yourself,” she responded, flopping over onto her stomach, “I know I’m asking you a big favour, but I’m asking because I wanna help the girl of my dreams achieve her dreams.”

“Ok. Send me her number, and I’ll message her,” he responded, after about thirty seconds of silence, “But you owe me big time for this, got it?”

“Yeah, I know. Send me the link to the plushie you want, and it’s yours,” she responded, “Seriously, Raphael, I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Anything to help my best friend get with her crush. And anything to help me complete my AMUSE collection,” he said wryly, “Anyway, I have some news of my own. I finished some of the battle soundtracks for Miracle Sky.”

Ariel’s eyes lit up. “That’s great!”

“You wanna give them a listen, and tell me what you think?”

“Sure!”

[dayque]

Not me praying for an asexual Ty that doesn't know how to express it and a beatiful moment of ace representation🛐

Not Cassie casually confirming on a random Wednesday that Kit and Ty are both totally aware of their romantic feelings for each other and that they will be on a road trip together in TWP

[thefaceoface]

Every time I talk to someone about my POV I really believe that they’re going to say ‘omg me too! Wow maybe I’m asexual’, but no. These people are horny for other people

[ethereal-writes]

Obey Me Headcanon part (???)

First of all, happy pride month! (Very brief NSFW mention)

I've had this HC in the back of my mind for a while, but I'm just saying, Asmodeus would 100% have 0 problems dating an asexual person who was repulsed.

And I know what you're thinking, "he's he avatar of lust1!1"

Yes. But we see how often Asmo puts so much emphasis on him being attractive, and him needing everyone else to believe it too. I'm a firm believer that Asmo thinks being pretty and being good in bed is all he's good for.

But imagine an MC who couldn't care less about that stuff. They don't think he's hot, they think he's beautiful, inside and out. They love him because they love him, not what he could do for him, and he'd have no fear that they're just using him for his body like so many others have.

Not only would Asmo not have a problem with it, I think he'd be incredibly happy and secure in that relationship, and he'd be incredibly affectionate to make up for the lack of other kinds of intimacy.

[alinacapellabooks]

Thanks for the tag! Going in with all of my MCs so far lol: Kunio has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night

This actually happened in canon, so yes

Nathaniel is not allowed to drink energy drinks

Also yes. He’s not allowed to because he’s had a kidney transplant, and caffeinated drinks put a lot of pressure on the renal system

Solana is a horrible liar

Nope, I mean, lying to conceal your identity is part of the job description when you’re a Vtuber, and when you’re a magical girl

Ariel is very good at using chopsticks

Yup, 100%. She lives on instant ramen and uses disposable chopsticks to avoid having to wash them after

Pamela is very willing to eat inedible things

She’s a vampire who subsists on human blood, so, kinda? I mean, her diet would not be healthy or palatable for a human…

Zinnia hates being alone (Babe, wake up, a new Alina Capella OC just dropped!)

Oh, boy, canon, 100%. She’s come to accept the fact that she’ll die alone (Spoiler alert, she won’t die ever)—All of her friends keep ditching her, and her best friend since childhood abandoned her when she was diagnosed with a terminal illness, but she still doesn’t like being alone…

Tagging @mundanemoongirl!

Random headcannon tag

TY for the tag @drchenquill

Random headcannon generator here

Here’s some of the cast from Snow on the Pines:

Fen has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory- Both his short and long term memory are very good. The only thing he has a hard term remembering are his dreams.

Playa is a great artist- It’s not as bad as her cooking…but it still isn’t something anyone would write home about.

Cya would buy clothes from the soup store- Nope. If she needs anything, she can ask a family member to sew something.

Zephyr watched the Sonic movie- Considering that he has no idea what a camera or a movie is, this is a no.

NP tag @gioiaalbanoart @leahnardo-da-veggie @wyked-ao3 @whatwewrotepodcast @late-to-the-fandom

@frostedlemonwriter @lavender-gloom @rotting-moon-writes @thatuselesshuman @elizaellwrites and open tag

[octever]

HOLY FUCK HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS

Just because a character you see with aromantic traits doesn't make them aroace. It's fine to have your head cannons, but when ALL that is stated is a distaste for romance, I find it troubling to call them ace. PLEASE let me have this character as just aro.

Not necessarily aroallo, but just the aromantic label. Really made that because someone has aro qualities that it means they are aroace.

AGAIN

Aromantic experience -> aroace experience -/> Asexual experience

Asexual experience -> aroace experience -/> Aromantic experience

BUT if the aroace experience fits both then obviously

Aromantic experience <- aroace experience ->Asexual experience

[13-wonder-writer]

Muss das jetzt mal loswerden, weil ich gerade durch bin mit der Serie, aber wieso sagt mir denn keiner vorher, dass es eine deutsche Serie gibt, in der zwei Frauen entscheiden als Co-Parents ein Baby großzuziehen und kein einziges Mal wird ihre Freundschaft in Frage gestellt, obwohl eine von ihnen queer ist?!

[aroacewolfic]

if im aroace but reading and writng romance books and fanfiction and listening to songs about romance, love and sex it doesn't make me any less aroace or aromantic or asexual so anyone who thinks that can fuck off

[redysetdare]

All this aroace character shipcourse has proven to me that a majority of people that interact in fandom cannot actually interact with characters and media outside of shipping and genuinely I believe you need to learn how to interact with media outside of shipping.