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lou-writes-things · 9 months ago

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Hello. I have again written something. ao3 link here

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Mirror Mirror

Flynn stared at Alex’s “ghost friend” over the coffee table, watching him flip one of Alex’s drumsticks end over end, catching it in his palm with a soft smack before tossing it again.

The others were gone, doing “band stuff,” and so here she was sitting in the studio collecting dust with a fossil. They squinted at him and his gaze flickered to theirs for a moment before he looked away again, his face screwing up slightly. Flynn just stared a little more, narrowing her eyes.

“Um,” he finally said, pausing in his drumstick throwing to look up at them, “Can I…do something for you?”

Flynn huffed, sitting back against the couch, “No.”

“Ok…”

Flynn’s gaze drifted up to the ceiling for a minute, looking at the chairs hanging there, those had always seemed like a particularly inspired design choice to her, they were fucking weird, which she loved.

“What would you do if you had tits?” She asked. Willie didn’t respond, so Flynn tipped their head down to find him staring at her incredulously.

“...What?”

“Like. If you woke up with tits tomorrow, what would you do?”

Willie stared at them some more, opening his mouth a few times before closing it again.

“Why are you asking me?” he said finally, setting the drumstick down on the coffee table with a clatter.

“I kind of want to get rid of mine.” Flynn said, a foreign knot of anxiety forming in her stomach, “So I was wondering what you thought.” They had no idea why they were bringing this up with Willie of all people, but the thought hadn’t left her alone for a week, and they guessed that they just really wanted to tell someone about it.

“I probably wouldn’t do anything different,” Willie answered, his voice hesitant.

Flynn raised her eyebrow, “You’d just be comfortable walking around tits out like that?”

“No,” he huffed a little frustratedly, “Just. Nothing would change.”

“Ok…?” Flynn furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

Willie screwed up his face again, seemingly debating something with himself before speaking, “Nothing would change because I already have them.”

Flynn paused, “What- really?”

“Yeah.”

Wait.

Fynn leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, looking at him with wide eyes, “You’re trans?”

Willie nodded a little stiffly and Flynn grinned, jumping to their feet and rounding the table to flop down next to him, turning her body to fully face him and crossing her legs under her. “Oh my god! You should have said before, this is the best!”

Willie leaned a little bit away from her but smiled anyway, watching Flynn practically vibrating in her seat. “Wait,” she said, “So you were trans in the 80s? What was that like?”

Willie turned to face her, shoving his socked heels into the crack in the couch cushions between them, “It sucked.”

“Wait,” a thought struck Flynn and they considered him for a moment, “Were binders invented yet in the 80s?”

Willie laughed a little at that, “Not really. But we didn’t use ace bandages either if we were smart,” he sat up straighter and tugged at his crop top, pulling it up to show Flynn the bottom of what looked like a wide elastic band, “They sold them for stomach control, but we figured we could repurpose them.”

Flynn hummed in understanding, “Is it uncomfortable? How long can you wear it?” she questioned.

Willie shrugged. It’s not the worst, it’s way better than walking around,” he paused, tilting his head back and forth a couple of times “...without it. And we didn’t really have guidelines for the health of these things, at least I didn’t. Nowadays it doesn’t matter, I’m dead anyway.”

Flynn supposed that was true, “That’s so cool,” They said.

Willie laughed at that, “I guess so. Thanks.”

Flynn was silent for a moment before thinking up another question, “How does it feel?”

Willie furrowed his eyebrows, “How does what feel?”

“Being flat, having them gone.” Flynn said, tucking her hands into her lap.

Willie cracked a small smile, “Amazing.”

Flynn grinned back, letting themself rock forward a little bit into Willie’s space, “Oh we’re definitely gonna hang out again.”

“Yeah duh,” Willie said, “Let’s talk about how we’re going to fix your problem first though.”

Flynn laughed a little bit giddily, “do you want to help me do some binder shopping?”

“I would love to.”

An hour later found them pressed together on the couch looking at Flynn’s laptop. Well, as pressed together as they could be when one of them was an incorporeal being. Willie’s knee passed through hers every once in a while, which was slightly unsettling.

They were on their fifth website and Flynn had a bright red binder pulled up on screen, clicking through the pictures of the model wearing it.

“Wouldn’t it be smarter to pick something more neutral?” Willie asked. Flynn raised their eyebrows at him, looking down at her outfit. Willie huffed, “right, forget I asked.”

“This one’s got personality you know? Yours is so plain and boring.”

Willie raised an eyebrow at them, “Right, sorry we didn’t have bright red binders in the 80s.”

Flynn shrugged, “I’m just saying, it seems like just the decade to like something like this.”

Willie rolled his eyes, “Yeah sure, if we weren’t all dying from a death plague I’m sure we would have been right on that.”

Flynn paused, “Oh shit yeah. That must have sucked.”

“Yeah.”

Flynn was quiet for a minute after that, debating on whether she should continue the discussion. She clicked off of the binder and found a new one, this one a pretty blue color. It didn’t seem as fitting to them, but they supposed it was fine.

“What was it like?” she finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“What? AIDS?”

“Yeah.”

Willie paused for a moment, considering the blank wall opposite him before he answered, “I died in the late 80s,” he started,”I was too young near the beginning to know anything, but from what people told me, they didn’t get angry for a while, they were mostly just scared. Everyone was dying and they didn’t know why. By the time I figured my shit out we had a name for it. And we knew no one cared to help us.”

Flynn was silent for a moment, “Did you know anyone who died?”

Willie’s eyebrows raised, “Yeah. I knew a ton of people who died. Everyone knew people who died. I attended like, a funeral a week.”

“That’s horrible.”

Willie hummed, returning his gaze to the wall, “When I died, we were starting to get angry. Act Up was a thing. And, have you ever seen the Silence = Death posters?” Flynn nodded, “You would see those everywhere by the time I died.”

Flynn fiddled with their touchpad, “Good.”

Willie flashed them a small smile before it disappeared again, “Sometimes I wish I’d lived, just ‘cause it was stupid to have another person die, and not even of the fucking disease.” he said, sighing and leaning back into the couch cushions, “That’s a useless thought now though.”

Flynn didn’t know what to say to that, but she did have a pressing issue she could use to break the silence, so she snapped her laptop closed, “What do you think Julie will think?”

“About what?”

Flynn wrinkled their nose, “Me getting a binder.”

Willie turned to look at them, frowning, “She’s already ok with you being non binary right?”

“Yeah,” Flynn admitted, “but what if this is too much? What if I’m not enough of a girl and she doesn’t want to be my best friend anymore?”

Willie lifted a hand and then dropped it back into his lap, like he wanted to reach out for them, but knew it wouldn’t work, “I haven’t known Julie for very long,” he said instead, “But I still can’t imagine a world where that would happen. Julie loves you, you’re her favorite person in the world. I don’t think anything could change that.”

Flynn let out a shaky breath, running her hand down her face, “You’re probably right. It’s just hard.”

“I know.” Willie said, and he really did. He was the first person Flynn had talked to about this who truly did understand her fear about this, and how wrong her body felt, and how everyone around her seemed to be fine in their own skin, so why didn’t they?

“Do you want to help me take my measurements?” she asked after a moment.

Willie smiled, pushing himself up from the couch, “yeah sure.”

By the time the band got home, Willie and Flynn were crowded into the small studio bathroom with a sewing tape measure, trying to get Flynn’s measurements. Willie had it held up to the width of her shoulders, trying to get the measurement without touching them and having his hands phase through their back.

They heard the studio door open before Julie stuck her head into the bathroom, “So I guess you two are getting along fine,” she said, “What are you doing?”

Flynn turned to look over her shoulder, causing one of Willie’s hands to pass through her shoulder blade. It was a weird feeling, and she let out an involuntary shiver. Willie made a noise, stepping away and pressing his back to the wall to get out of her way.

“Getting my measurements,” Flynn said.

“For what?” Reggie piped up from his spot, crowded in behind Julie with the rest of the band.

“I’m gonna get a binder,” Flynn said, more confident sounding than they felt.

Julie’s eyes lit up, “Oh that’s fantastic! What color are you going to get?”

Flynn smirked, hiding the relief crashing through her chest, “Red.”

Willie huffed behind her, “I still think you should get something more neutral.”

Flynn turned around to look at him, “Can it, ghost boy.”

Willie just laughed, slipping behind them and out of the bathroom. He made his way over to Alex and wrapped an arm around his waist. Alex leaned down to whisper something in Willie’s ear, making him smile. They were disgusting honestly.

“Hey Jules,” she said, grabbing Willie’s abandoned tape measure from the counter, “you wanna help me with this? Willie keeps phasing through me.”

Julie smiled, taking the tape measure from them and stepping into the bathroom, “Of course.”

Flynn turned away from her, catching Willie’s eyes in the mirror, as Julie started to measure.

“Thanks Willie,” she said.

“Anytime.”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #willie jatp #flynn taylor #fanfiction #fanfic #parker writes

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sharksandjays · 1 year ago

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Okay so iff I may ask... What the deal w the "dad Jay" stuff?? And a "council"?????? I love it but I'm very confused (also I have a character that may be applicable and appreciated but am to scared to people with a name sooo... Is there like a sigh up thing? Id love to share with you all ❤️but completely understand if you hate my guts for asking love your btw stuff okay I'm gonna go aet cardboard okay by now)

Hi there anon! Its totally fine I dont mind!

Basically the Dad Jay stuff is a combined au where several accounts add their headcannoned children together and make like a superfamily. For example, my character Fynn is apart of a personal AU where he is a student of Jays (much like Arin is to Lloyd.) But Jay sorta considers him like a kid. So in this superfamily combined AU, Fynn is apart of 7 other siblings made by other accounts, if that makes sense.

The Council consists of me, @finn-m-corvex @taddymason @rainofthetwilight and @weekend-whip . Our OCs are Fynn, Jenna, Ethan, Noah, Finn, Quinn, Tessa, and Kaida.

As for the signup thing, you are absolutely free to make a kid for Jay! We cannot guarantee that we will make content about it since our personal combined au is pretty closed HOWEVER youre free to make whatever content you wish! Go ham man its really fun!!

I hope this answered the question, and if the others in the council want to clarify more then feel free!!

#ninjago #ninjago thoughts #ninjago jay #ninjago combined au #oc: ethan walker #oc: jenna walker #oc: quinn smith walker #oc: finn smith walker #kaida walker #fynn the feral walker #tessa walker #noah walker

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irbcallmefynn · 1 year ago

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Hit my posting limit so I shall use this to update my pinned!

Hi, I'm Fynn! Your local Bigender probably-Autistic furry artist! I'm 19 as of writing this, so Expect me to be somewhat adult from time to time. I will do my best to tag appropriately!

I'm a bit of a He/She, you see. A bit of a boygirl, some may say <3

I'm also Aegosexual! That means I do experience sexual attraction (I'm actually an absolute freak) but I genuinely can't stand actual sex acts. I can't picture myself having any, I don't like seeing it, It's just gross to me!

I think the U.S. Government is stinky and dumb and old and broken and everything else, so I may complain about that on here sometimes. Be warned!

I have three OCs currently! Fynn, my fursona, is a He/Him half demon wolf with no mouth. Nauno is a He/They Avali who is a very extremely gay kleptomaniac. Euphi is a She/Heart Protogen who's just kinda really mysterious. They are all in a polyamorous relationship and love each other (even if Fynn doesn't really get what love is)!

Here are some tags!

"#fynn art": My Art Tag! Find all of my very mid drawings here! "#oc lore": I'll use this whenever I'm discussing the lore of my OCs! "#art rb": I use this whenever I reblog art! Even if it's mine. Also note that if I make a weird noise in a tag after it the art probably gave me gender envy. "#bedposting": I try to do one of these every night! It's just whatever I thought of before bed! Could be eepy related, or brushing teeth related, or horny (Be warned).

I'm no good at drawing any of it myself, but I am very fond of Transfur, Hypnosis, Plushification, Pooltoy, all that jazz. I may reblog that sort of stuff on here sometimes. I will tag it. It's mainly the appeal of becoming something different for me, so if I do reblog any of that, that would be the focus.

DNI List (non-comprehensive):

Zoos, Pedos/Maps/whatever, TERFS, Nazis, Queerphobes (of any type at all!), Antifurs, Racists, Sexists. Basically if you're on the DNI list of the average furry artist you're almost certainly on mine. So go fuck yourself with a rusty screwdriver.

If you're a minor you technically can interact, but you need to be REALLY REALLY CAREFUL. You'll want to make sure you have NSFW/NSFT tags blocked (and anything like that). Like I said, I tag things to the best of my ability, so if you have the right things blocked, you should be fine. But be warned 'cause I might slip up at some point!

I'm still learning about myself. I have a lot of questions that I never asked myself when I was younger, and am trying to answer them now. Bear with me if I go on weird emotional rants from time to time.

Also remember that if you follow me, you are following ALL of me. Don't follow me if it's just one thing you like.

Thanks for reading my Pinned! Have a good time, stay safe, and brush your teeth! x3

#pinned post #furry artist #probably autistic #aegosexual #bigender #im an adult #i hate the government #my ocs #my tags #tw kink #dni list #i'm still learning about me #long post #x3

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oh-no-another-idea · 8 months ago

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15 question OC interview [Fynn edition] 🕑

Tagged by all the lovelies @ghost-town-story @fanged-solace and @willtheweaver -- thanks, guys! I love writing these they're so fun :) Today we're going to interview Fynn!! I'm very excited for this as his character recently got a bit of a behind-the-scenes makeover and has some new backstory. :)

Previously on, in case anyone wants to view, are Antonio's interview, and Paris's.

"We gather here today..." Antonio intones, holding his notepad and lantern as though he is the sole survivor of a doomed expedition in the jungle. "For a bold and momentous occasion."

"Speak for yourself," Paris says, leaning against the wall behind him. "Some of us gather for the entertainment." "Being me," Fynn says dolefully, trying not the clutch the armrests of his chair so tight that he ruins the fabric.

Are you named after anyone?

Not a terrible question to start off with, all things considered. "Yes," Fynn says. "My grandfather. He died when I was only a few years old."

When was the last time you cried? And a terrible second question. Fynn eyeballs Antonio, but he just looks normal. Which is to say, like an utter loon. Behind him, Paris and Velia knock their shoulders together. Only Lewis has some measure of sympathy on his face. Probably because he knows he'll be next before too long. "I don't remember," Fynn lies. He did remember. It had been the night before he'd decided to leave the city. Antonio raises an eyebrow but scribbles the answer down.

Do you have kids? "Booo," Velia says loudly. Antonio twists around in his seat to glare at her. "My older sister has children," Fynn says before either of them can start a fight. "I've only met the oldest two. They are some of my favorite people in the world."

Do you use sarcasm?

Fynn sighs. "Alas yes."

What's the first thing you notice about people? "I don't really," Fynn apologies. He tries not to wilt under the four confused gazes suddenly latched on him. "I'd make a terrible detective." "Not at all?" "Leave him alone, Antonio," Lewis says, and what do you know, Antonio moves on.

What's your eye color? "--I don't know," Fynn says, thrown. When has he ever noticed, or cared? Lewis scurries over and kneels before him. "Gray," he says. "Like steel beams. Or coal smoke." Fynn smiles down at him. Lewis winks.

Scary or happy endings? "I don't like endings," Fynn says honestly.

Any special talents? "No," Fynn says, frowning. "But I've skills. I'm a mechanic by trade, I know my way around an engine and the tools needed to maintain her, and a fair bit of carpentry as well." "And you're good with kids," Velia adds. "That's a skill alright."

Where were you born?

Fynn can't help but grin, thinking of home. "Norway."

What are your hobbies? Fynn frowns. "I'm a working man--" "Oh shut up," Antonio whines. "Live a little, Fynn. You're here with us, aren't you?" "Then you're my hobbies," Fynn says, just to see their faces. They don't disappoint.

Have you any pets? "I can hardly feed myself on a good day," Fynn says, realizing he's calmer now than he expected to be. "Can you imagine a dog trailing after me?" "How about a rat?" Paris suggests unhelpfully. "Since they're already your roommates?" "Or a pigeon?" Velia adds. Fynn rolls his eyes. The two of them, honestly.

What sports do you play/have played? "This is ridiculous," Fynn mutters. "Yes, ridiculous," Paris says, almost like he's been waiting for it. "Quite right, Fynn." Antonio shoots him a look. "I didn't invite you, you insisted on accompanying us. At least get out and leave us be." Paris leans down, grabs the notebook and reads off the next question.

How tall are you? "Fynn," Paris finishes, laughing a little. "Have you a measuring tape in your pocket?" "Yes, actually," Fynn says sheepishly pulling it out. He hands it to Antonio when he sees how large his grin is. Paris throws his hands up. "Might as well actually measure then." "Six foot one inch!" Antonio says triumphantly. "Good lord you're tall."

Favorite subject in school? "I stopped going to school when I came to America to work," Fynn tells them. "I can't say I miss it."

Dream job? "My job now," Fynn says. "With my family nearby and well and a steady paycheck." "And a flamingo," Antonio says promptly. Fynn stares. "Just to spice your plans up a little," Antonio elaborates. "Worry not, I will supply it." "You're going to make me steal from a zoo, aren't you," Velia says grimly. Antonio smiles.

Gentle tags for anyone who made it all the way through that, and also @zmwrites @revenantlore @reneesbooks @saltysupercomputer

@pertinax--loculos @sparrow-orion-writes and @penspiration-writing <3

#tag games #15 questions tag #fynn aaronson #wip: invisible girl

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mistfallengw2 · 6 months ago

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In honor of Pride Month, here's a rapidfire ramble about my OCs' orientations and how those and their actual preferences play off with their personalities and shape key moments of their story. Bonus context for my hc on queerness in Tyria.

Aurelia Dragonwings - Pansexual homoromantic Girls are pretty. I mean, boys are neat too, but she only ever had eyes for Ardea and later on Ellara, and that clear preference never had her experiment with the other side. The one and only experience she had with a guy was with her best friend Obsius, specifically when Ardea wanted to have a cub and she took one round "just to try it", only to end up having a cub as well (Adamas is an oopsie baby, yes). In general, labels are very confusing to her and the topic of romance held a lot of grief for years, so she would avoid answering any question on the matter, but if someone were to ask her friends, they'd just say she "doesn't know she's lesbian for someone".

Adamas Crystalsoul - Pansexual He's a pretty boy with great pedigree and had waves of people interested in him, but in the fahrar he was too focused on becoming Legionnaire to entertain childhood crushes, and then his heart got snatched away by Maeveryl before he even considered romance an option, still recovering from the loss of his would-be warband. Countless hearts got crushed by the fact that the Pact Commander's son was open about dating a sylvari and being loyal to them, yet Deryn somehow managed to woo the guy (only because Maeveryl sometimes quite literally pushed him towards her). Overall he has a feminine and androgynous preference, though like his mother he never had a proper chance to explore romance with guys.

Tocchix - Demisexual panromantic (trans guy) He spent most of his teenage years feeling sort of inadequate for romance because he never felt "the full pull" towards anyone (not helped by the comparison to a serial crush-haver like Fynn, his best friend in Lion's Arch), so he preferred to focus on training hard and join the Order of Whispers, figuring that it'd be a problem for his older self. Terrible at picking up on flirting attempts and needing to have it very slowly and clearly spelled out for him, he missed a ton of chances with many, and that was not helped by the fact that when he falls for someone, he becomes the definition of devotion, not seeing anyone else even to his detriment. He only ever fell for Iotta, Poffi and, many years later, Huki.

Maeveryl - Panromantic asexual (non-binary) While they are pan, they do have a strong preference for masculinity, or better, a general aversion towards feminine behavior and appearance. They had their first experience with romance with their saplinghood best friend, Morwen, and they quickly figured out femininity wasn't really for them, both for their own body and in a partner. After that, they only had another experience that ended bitterly, and then Adamas became their heart. Years later, when Deryn joins their relationship with Adamas, they don't share romantic feelings for each other, though they quickly become quite platonically affectionate with each other.

Ellara Echodancer - Homosexual Just lesbian. Girls gals girls. Only women of all kinds. She's totally not a hot mess, because she's got rizz and isn't afraid to use it, even just to have a little innocent flirty fun that totally isn't a distraction.

Hel Ravenlost - Homosexual G g girls... pr... etty... Don't worry, after losing Sieran without having been able to tell her how she felt for years, she does get better at not completely hiding her feelings. Luck isn't on her side, but third time's the charm, I swear!

Bunnie - Pansexual demiromantic (non-binary) She likes to sleep around, so anyone willing and compatible (both personality-wise and physically) is fair game for her to have a little no-strings-attached fun. As for the romantic side, I elaborated on it a bit here, but in short she does want romantic relationships and isn't afraid of showing the kind of interest in others that could lead to that, but she always had issues with developing feelings of the romantic kind and having them last, so she tends to coyly hide behind a bit of an emotionally-nonchalant facade until she feels safe to love someone.

Ethanryel - Asexual aromantic (agender) Just never felt anything of either kind of attraction, and that's very much fine for them. Bunnie once explained queerplatonic relationships to them, but that ended up being a sore point for them. The closest thing to that could have been their bond with Grace, a Zephyrite gal who had taught them a lot about healing and voiced for them to join the Zephyrite on their last travel. She had a pretty evident crush on them yet she was the first that didn't make them uncomfortable, but before they got to talk about anything of that matter, she was mortally wounded in the crash in Dry Top, and they never forgave themselves for not having been able to save her. Years later, when Aurene branded their arm to save them, Ethanryel took the title of Grace of Aurene in memory of their friend.

Deryn - Pansexual Gender doesn't matter to her, if one is a nice and hot charr, they're a nice and hot charr. Probably if Mae were a charr she'd have made a move on them as well, but after the initial fascinated curiosity towards the very concept of sylvari, only strong platonic feelings towards them are left.

Markus Blake - Bisexual Due to his parents being in a queerplatonic relationship and being told since really young that he'd have assured the freedom to choose they nearly didn't get (Nora and Lionel were childhood best friends who married each otherso that they could have the kid they both did want and be done with further family expectations, with her being lesbian and him aroace), he never really thought much of romance, thinking he'd just know when he found "the one". When he met Kai, he thought he'd found that one and hoped she'd eventually return his feelings for years, failing at being clear with her about it while ignoring what he felt towards Fynn, the best friend he had found at the same time. It took him a while, but, by what felt just short of divine intervention, he eventually figured out that the "one" was actually "two".

Nari - Bisexual homoromantic Gals is where it's at. She does find feminine people hot in general and had a few experimental flirts across the gender spectrum, but proper relationships are something she knows she wants only with gals. She believes that such kind of strong confidence in her own ideas was what caught Hel's attention in spite of not being norn, not realizing that Hel prefers non-norn until much later.

Iotta - Pansexual demiromantic Her opinion of romance is that it sucks, like all that comes with it. Sure, people can be hot in ways that make sense from a biological standpoint, but for her whole life she couldn't imagine willingly being in a relationship, because everyone else is grossly incompetent and, at best, more annoying than what she could deal with on a daily basis. Being in a relationship with a dork like Tocchix only confirmed that she hates it, because that kind of implicit vulnerability and distracting fondness for someone else goes against everything she knows to be safe, and she utterly despises the fact she wants more of it and that she played herself into it by getting that brilliant idea of manipulating him in the first place. And then being "left behind" shattered any positive perception of romance nearly irreparably, and it drives her mad that she can't get that yearning blade out of her heart so it can rot in peace. So yeah, romance sucks, and it sucks that she fell for it that one time.

Poffi - Demisexual biromantic Growing up in a small krewe that was part of the same polyamorous pod for years and that treated her like their own progeny, she was exposed to plenty of relationship examples, so she thought she had a pretty clear idea of what she was like by the time she left home to join the Order. Sadly she never got the chance to test her theories due to her general insecurities, and she also missed the pretty important part where maybe some girls can be just as romanceable as guys. (hey, at least AU!Poffi gets to go through quite the poly rollercoaster)

Daunte Burstspell - Homosexual He's a simple charr: he liked his guys hot like his fire, and life was not a little fun without the risk of burns. Verge was his flame since childhood, and they openly shared their warmth with many others. Daunte continued doing so after losing him, and even though it was never the same, he did genuinely care for the young norn he so gleefully annoyed to no end.

Hagan Wesson - Pansexual Forced to run away from Hoelbrak and break up with his childhood sweetheart, Gretna (Hel's sister), he eventually tried to get over it in some way, and ended up having some... positively revealing experiences. Swinging for years between times where he wanted to enjoy himself without attachment and others where he tried to ignore everything else to focus on his duty in the Vigil, after Daunte's death he's been more open about enjoying other people's company, and eventually ended up being reunited with Gretna after he had already settled with Flom.

Flom - Pansexual Good thing he likes everything and is quick to like others, because he genuinely believed "beggars can't be choosers" for the longest time. Even better thing, he now has people he likes and who chose him first (and a demon in his head who regularly calls him out on bs he should unlearn).

Zehmik - Homosexual (masculine non-binary) Guys are just neat, sorry gals. Lost count of how many flings he entertained during his years in the Mist War, always keeping feelings at arms' length due to the risky nature of their situation and a heartbreak he never recovered from. The occasional experiment only confirmed his very serious case of gay gay homosexual gay.

Edraas Noiza - Asexual aromantic (?) Due to being a highly experimental hybrid, its body is a biological mess that may have yet to fully mature and its perception of emotions is different from that of all other sentient species, so the concept of romance or anything of that nature is downright alien to it.

Lenorey - Asexual ?romantic She doesn't really get what the big deal about romance is, not beyond just preferring someone's company over others', while sex is just an activity that can be fun. In general she cared more about getting high off of toxins, so it's all of little interest to her. Now, finding a weird little asura that is literally toxic, gives you more toxins as part of the experiments she asked to perform on you, and you get just a little bit high when you kiss her? Maybe that's what love feels like.

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