#asexual oc

[evocaitart]

I turned the Ace Flag into a nerdy lil werewolf girl! 💜 Her name is Monique and I'd say she probably identifies as demisexual... but it definitely fluctuates for her so maybe also a little aceflux?

Here's some fun facts about her ✨

She's studying to become a doctor.

She's French Canadian with a bit of an accent.

She's blind in 1 eye from when she became a werewolf.

Magic potions are her specialty and she is working to combine them with modern medicine.

I want to make a whole series of ocs inspired by pride flags so please let me know which one you'd like to see next!

[brandthefish]

No thoughts, just Astarion with an asexual Tav.

Astarion who tries all the normal methods of seducing Tav being absolutely flabbergasted when they turn down his offer to share his bed.

Astarion who hears for what's probably the first time in 200 years, "I don't want you for your body, I like the person underneath,"

Astarion who finally gets friendly non-sexual touches like a head pat, resting their headon his shoulder, holding his hand, tousling his hair (to the best of their ability), hugging him.

Astarion who finally rather than putting on a show, gets to spend his nights just resting with someone who cares.

Astarion who knows that this person isn't in it for the physical part, and that without his efforts, this person would still risk everything to save him.

[frogs-stealing-sleep]

New oc ref!

Well okay the oc isn't new but this is a new new ref

Carys belongs to me

I made a ref literally two weeks or so ago didn't like it and remade it in whole

Here's that I simplified his new ref more and just made it better <3

[themischievousronster]

Female gaze?!? I thought you said FEMALE GAYS

Did a quick pride doodle of some of my female characters I don’t draw too often!! They’re so so slay and so so yays. Yass.

[mushyblushyredhead]

May I request some wonderful art from you? Your OC Blanche making some chocolate cake? Asking as an ace myself 🤍

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HWAAAA— OMGOMGOMG FOOKIN YES!!! OC ART LETS GOOOOOO!!! (੭ु˶˭̵̴⃙⃚⃘᷄ᗢ˭̴̵⃙⃚⃘᷅˶)੭ु⁾⁾~💜

Eat up, my fellow aces! ♤

Free Art Requests: CLOSED

[wanderingaldecaldo]

shirt by @togepies 😍 | divider by @lgbtq-aestheticss

Happy Pride, Ace

[somethingsomethingeyyymacarena]

Is having an AroAce MC inherently better for a story? Idk. But you certainly get more chances for interesting dialogue on the social conventions of romance. And that's my jam.

[theperplexednavigator]

Bugs and Constance, taking on the world together. In colour!

[deeriegeist]

Cult Wyleville Pride banner i made for my accounts! 🏳️‍🌈💙

[mexicanokami-art]

I KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THIS!!! ANYWAY, probably the only piece of pride at that will get posted this year, probably, who knows. Meet Victor! My Asexual King! Happy pride y'all!!!

[theswedishcatlord101]

Ace ref sheet remake aaa

I will remake Alex’s ref sheet and make Lolo one soon.

Anyway bye y’all

[soul-doll2005]

Even still He loves his chocolate

[mackachu1212]

They make me sick… smh kissboys 😒 /j /lh

[charitysflame]

Dual Perspective - The Concept of Shame

As they sit in the momentary stillness on the hotel rooftop, Charity’s mind wandered. A question refined quietly in her thoughts before she dared to speak it aloud. She shifted slightly, tilting her head to meet Alastor’s gaze.  

“I’m curious… ,” she began, her voice soft, almost tentative, “You don’t really seem to carry shame. Not in the way most do.” She hesitated, concerned her inquiry may cause unease, “That’s not intended to be a criticism, just an observation. Genuinely, I'm curious as to how you perceive it, or perhaps, endured it?”  

Alastor grin carrying a contemplative edge, “Shame,” he echoed, his tone musing. “A fascinating emotion, isn’t it? So human. So binding.” His eyes flickered, reflecting the lights of the hotel and city below as he considered her question more deeply. “I’ve always seen shame as a tether, a leash if you will. One that keeps people confined to expectations, rules, and the crushing weight of social judgment. And, well, you know how much I despise leashes.”  

Charity’s nodded lightly at his response, but remained silent, urging him to continue.  

“That’s not to say I lack the capacity to feel it,” he added, his smile thinning. “I’ve simply learned to redirect it. Shame, when unchecked, is nothing more than a parasite. It feeds on the mind, leaving one paralyzed. Why feel shame for being what I am, for doing what I must, in a world that thrives on hypocrisy?”  

Her curiosity deepened. “Are you completely adverse to it?”  

“Oh, I didn’t say that,” he replied, his voice dropping to a softer register. “There are times when shame isn’t merely a leash but a mirror. When one’s actions cause harm to something, or someone, that truly matters.” His eyes lingered on hers, and for a brief moment, the static hum that often accompanied him seemed to quiet. “In those moments, shame is not just applicable, it’s necessary. It’s a reckoning, a reminder of what must change… if one is willing.”  

Charity’s gaze softened as she studied him. She wondered if that was something he’d truly experienced, if there were moments in his existence where shame had found him and demanded acknowledgment.  

“You’re saying it’s only valid when it serves growth,” she smiled, seemingly having found common ground.  

“Precisely,” he replied, leaning closer. “But, my dear, growth requires an anchor. A reason. A purpose. Without that, shame is little more than a burden, a useless weight on the soul.”  

Her expression grew thoughtful as she considered his perspective, “You know what? That's an interesting stance. Thank you. I wasn’t sure if this was a topic you’d be open to discussing.”

“For you, my dear,” he said, his grin widening, “there are very few topics I wouldn’t entertain. Though I must warn you, such philosophical musings may very well lead me to turn the question back on you.”  

Charity closed her eyes for a moment, thinking deeply about what he had said. She opened them slowly, her expression thoughtful, her voice gentle yet steady.  

“In Heaven, shame is seen as a tool,” she began. “A reflection of our divine connection. It’s taught that shame arises when we stray too far from the path of love, compassion, and righteousness. Surprising as it may seem, it not meant to punish but to guide, to pull us back to what is good and holy.”  

Her brow furrowed slightly. “It’s not supposed to be a weapon against ourselves or others." Her tone changing to something almost mournful, "I’ve seen how shame can twist people. It can turn into guilt so heavy it crushes the soul or into judgment so sharp it cuts the very people it’s meant to help.”  

She looked up at him, her golden eyes glimmering with recollection. “I was taught that shame has its place, but it must be tempered by grace, by mercy. If we let it linger too long, if we allow it to fester, it stops being a guide and becomes a prison. That’s when it fails its purpose. That’s when it stops being divine.”  

Alastor watched her closely, his gaze flickering with interest. “And have you ever felt this divine shame?” He asked, his tone calm but curious.  

Charity hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric on her lap, “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “When I first fell… when I chose to come here, knowing I might never return to Heaven, I felt shame so profound it felt like my very essence was fracturing. I questioned if I’d failed my purpose, if I’d betrayed everything I was created to be.”  

She took a deep breath, her gaze turning towards the city. “But then I realized, gradually over time, and through tears, a lot of tears.., anguish, screaming… shame wasn’t the end. It was the beginning. It pushed me to question, to reflect, to grow. It led me to a deeper understanding of why I made the choices I did. And eventually, it faded to a mere whisper, almost complete replaced by something stronger: conviction.”  

Facing him now, steady and unwavering. “I believe shame has its place, but it isn’t meant to linger. It’s a moment of reckoning, not a life sentence - an ember to spark awareness, not an eternal flame of suffering. And for those who have strayed, like you, like me, it’s an opportunity. A chance to realign, to seek meaning, and, hopefully, to do better.”

She gave a small shrug, as if dismissing the weight of her own words. “That’s how I see it, anyway. A tool of the divine, not intended to be a punishment of the damned.”

Alastor’s usual playfulness tempered by a rare moment of quiet contemplation. For once, he didn’t quip or deflect. Instead, he murmured, almost in reverence, “A most heavenly perspective, my dove.” ((Making these little ramblings helps me cope with the bull-shittery of our current timeline.))

[krisnosura]

It's Yug's signature slur and his aroace ass against the world.

[mushyblushyredhead]

My contribution to this year’s Pride Month, showing some extra love to the ace community! Featuring my first and favorite ace character: Travis!

🖤🩶🤍💜

This silly goose is part of my SCP AU! (Which I may introduce one day, we’ll see.) 💚

And before anyone asks, yes this goober is FOOKIN tklish as well and I will make a whole tk headcanon post and all that jazz for him soon✨ ( •̀ω•́ )

Happy Pride, everyone! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡