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sonic the hedgehog is literally aroace
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Sonic from Sonic The Hedgehog is LITERALLY a AroAce!
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sunny-rants · 28 days
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I have an “aromantic until proven otherwise” rule for both real people and fictional characters
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the-acid-pear · 1 month
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Since it's aro awareness weak I need to spread my aro Susie agenda that literally came to me in a dream but I love to thin she's aro like I am: clueless but positive about it. She doesn't really get romance but responds flattered to it. She just cares about making friends the rest is a neutral to positive to her.
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ineffectualdemon · 23 days
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I object to alloromantic people only headcanoning the bitchiest character as Aro
But it's okay when I do it because I am the bitchy Aro
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gnomecity · 2 years
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For the aro Sonic fanz
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marmot-bee-person · 2 months
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I generally let Korra be canon but Toph is aroace and you can fight me.
(I like Su and Lin as characters tho)
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thearoacemoon · 2 months
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I love when asian dramas have a character saying "I've never been in love before you"…
Me: **takes a crown and put in their head** Me: "Henceforth, I headcanon you demiromantic!"
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magniloquent-raven · 28 days
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hope yall are in the mood for some aro max because i wrote some aro max (and terrible-at-feelings-but-trying-to-help billy lmao)
posted on ao3
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"Alright, shithead, spill." Billy lands heavy in the empty space next to Max, arms crossed. He's not looking at her, and his expression is his version of blank. A careful mask that doesn't keep the ghost of a scowl from pinches the corner of his mouth. 
It's not the worst way he's ever approached a conversation, and it's not like she was really watching whatever's on the TV, but irritation grips her insides tight anyways. 
Christ, he didn't even bother washing the engine grease off his face before ambushing her. His work clothes are streaked with grime where he's been wiping his hands all day. No doubt Steve's going to make him clean the cushions later. 
Which would be funny, except that might leave her without a bed for the night. 
She eyes the side of his head, annoyed at his dumb purple scrunchie and all the curls slipping out of it and the little blue crystal stud Steve bought him that he's been wearing ever since. She hates his whole face right now. Looking at him try to act like the big brother he never was makes her chest squeeze unpleasantly.
"Mind your own business." She crosses her arms. And then uncrosses them, shoving balled fists into her sweater pocket instead. 
"Fuck that, you made this my business when you decided to mope on my couch and eat all of my food for three fucking days." 
"Steve's couch," Max mutters. 
A muscle in Billy's jaw jumps. It's grimly satisfying to hit a nerve. Misery loves company and all that. Max doesn't even know the full extent of the issue, but she's heard enough snippets of arguments to know cohabitation isn't going as smoothly for them as Billy wants everyone to think. 
"Not the point."
Max scrapes her fingernail along the seam of her pocket, digging up lint and stale crumbs. This sweater needs to be washed. It was thrown over the back of her desk chair, and she didn't bother with the sniff test before she grabbed it on her way out the door. It wasn't until she'd fled half a block away that she noticed it reeked of stale sweat. And it's only gotten worse in the days she's spent here with no change of clothes.
He's still waiting for her to say something. Like it's that easy. He's a hypocrite if he expects her to spill her guts just like that. He's never made a single thing easy, he doesn't get to just…
But maybe he doesn't actually care, if flat out demanding answers was his game plan. Maybe it didn't matter that his approach was shitty. "If you wanted me out of the apartment, you could just say that." She's not sure she actually believes that, but it's the only thing willing to come out of her mouth. 
Billy turns to look at her, a crease between his eyebrows. She doesn't know if it's concern or confusion. Maybe both. Or neither. His face is hard to read sometimes, when he wants it to be. It unnerving. Not as scary as it used to be, but still. She liked it better when he was awkwardly avoiding eye contact.
"I would've just said that, if that's what I was getting at, dumbass." He stops. Sighs, short and sharp, and rubs his forehead. "Look, I heard Ellie's moving in with that girl she's been seeing…"
Max jolts. The reminder hits like a bucket of ice water dumped on her head, a sudden shock that lingers, unpleasantly trickling down her back and leaving her palms clammy. She grinds her teeth. Forces out, "Yeah, so?"
"So, I can put two and two together, alright."
"Well I hope so, seeing as you graduated high school and all."
"Ha ha. Hilarious. You know what I meant."
Of course she knows. He's jumped to the same conclusion everyone else has. What El thought when she broke the news, all big sad eyes and careful words, walking on egg shells. What Lucas thought when she went running to him in tears and a rank old hoodie. What Steve thought last night when he told her she could get whatever toppings she wanted on the pizza he was ordering. She's tired of pitying faces and sympathetic gestures, and she's tired of everyone's assumptions. 
"I'm not in love with her." 
"Oh come on, everyone knows you two had a thing—"
"Would you just fucking leave it?"
Her eyes start to burn. There's a weight in her chest she's been carrying for days—or maybe it's been there for months, years, and she's only just noticing it now—pressure on her lungs, iron fingers gripping her heart. It gets heavier the more she dwells on it, and Billy's prodding isn't helping.
"Max…"
"I wouldn't have crashed here if I knew you were going to hold it over my head like this."
"Bullshit, I know you didn't have anywhere else to go."
"Could've figured something out." She cringes internally at the lie. It's petulance alone that keeps her from admitting Billy's right.
Besides, even if all her friends hadn't been too busy, too preoccupied, too unavailable, even if she'd settled for a patch of floor in Lucas's dorm room—which definitely would've gotten him in trouble with his girlfriend again—it's not like they would've been any less nosy. In fact she might've had less time to herself before the interrogation started. 
Billy scoffs, "What, like running back to your mama and hoping she's sober enough to give a fuck about your teenage melodrama—"
"Fuck you!" Max snaps, bristling with anger too big to stay trapped in her ribcage. It burns in her veins, tension trembling down her arms, her hands, her fingers. She wants to hit something. Someone. It's making her palms sweat and her shoulders ache. Keeping still. Contained. He's trying to get a rise out of her, trying to get her to slip and say something, and she's not going to give him the satisfaction.
"You lived through actual monsters trying to kill your friends, and you're acting like a girl not liking you back is the end of the world." 
"That's not…" Max lets out a slow breath through her nose, jaw clenching shut. 
"Stop being a fucking pussy, Max." 
"Oh that is rich coming from you."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"No, I don't think I did."
"Have you told Steve you hate the way he's always throwing his parents' money around?" Max sneers back at him. He withdraws all at once, mouth snapping shut, eyes going dark, seething. That muscle in his jaw is twitching again. "Yeah. Of course you haven't. You don't have a leg to stand on here."
He stares at her for a long time, not saying a word. It's worse than if he'd yelled or broken something or threatened her. It's uncertain, and tense, and she can't do anything but stew in her own impotent rage. There's a part of her that wants to jab at him more, cut deeper into that wound. There's so more she could say, but it gets lodged in her throat when she notices the way he keeps digging his fingernails into his forearm. 
She uncurls her fists in her pocket, and her knuckles protest after being clenched for so long. Flexing her fingers doesn't make it feel any better.
When Billy finally speaks he's so quiet she barely hears him over the canned laughter crackling through TV speakers. "At least I can admit I love him."
A dozen different impulses all crash into each other. Kick the coffee table. Punch him in the nose. Scream. Break something. Anything. Any goddamn thing. 
Max's whole body tenses, flinches, and a sound rips out of her, a scoff, a sob, a wet, mirthless laugh. And the dam breaks. She cracks. Crumbles. Angry tears burn her eyes. "I don't love her and I never did."
"Max—"
"You don't fucking get it, Billy, nobody gets it! Nobody listens!" She swipes at the wetness on her cheeks with the heel of her hand. "She was one of my best friends, so I thought maybe… Things never 'clicked' with Lucas, so I thought…" Words fail her again, petering off into a frustrated growl. 
El didn't understand when Max ended things. She didn't understand why. Max hardly understood at the time. But she's done a lot of thinking since then. About every bullshit excuse she'd ever used to break up with Lucas when they were kids, and how much of a relief it always was. The dread she buried whenever she took him back because she missed having him around. The same emptiness she pretended she didn't feel when she was trying to convince herself kissing girls instead was the answer. 
Being more sure of herself should've made it easier to say, but it hasn't. She takes a breath.  
"I've never felt that way about anyone. And I doubt I ever will."
Billy eyes her carefully. Neutrally. His silence makes her twitchy. 
"Okay," he says after far too long, then gestures vaguely at her, "What's all this about then."
"I…" Max blinks at him. He blurs. She blinks again. A whole spectrum of emotions swell up between her ribs, pressing out like a balloon about to burst and making her feel queasy. "That's it?"
"Did you want me to say something else."
When she told Lucas he said she must be a late bloomer. Not to worry, because he's sure she'll get there eventually. El took it personally. Yelled. Cried. Didn't talk to her for weeks afterwards. When she told Mike she was single by choice thank-you-very-much he laughed at her. Mocked her. Whenever she visits her mother there are a million and one questions about why she hasn't found a husband yet.
She didn't want her friends and family to say any of those things, but she expected them to. She didn't expect this.
"...No."
"Okay," he repeats, with just a hint of impatience. "So?"
"It's…" Her voice is unsteady, small and wavering. "I don't want to end up alone."
Billy sucks in a short, sharp, barely audible breath. 
Max curls her arms around herself, palms flat against her sides, tucking deeper into her sweater. "I'm glad El likes this girl, I'm, fucking. Happy for her. Or, I was, I guess. But she barely talks to me anymore, and now she's moving out of our place—Everyone just keeps fucking leaving. Because they've all got someone more important than…than the person who's only ever gonna be just a friend."
It feels so much more real now that she's said it out loud. The yawning abyss of her future threatens to swallow her whole, and all she can do is stare at its teeth. No shuddering gulp of air is enough to make her lungs stop burning, and she's given up trying to dry her eyes.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do if all I have isn't good enough." 
"Shit," Billy mutters. "Max, Jesus Christ, just. C'mere." He turns to face her, prodding gingerly at her elbow until she slumps against his shoulder. He stinks like sweat and motor oil and shitty cigarettes, and his embrace is awkward, hesitant, but she clings to him anyways. 
He lets her cry. Lets her gets tears and snot on his shirt. Doesn't say a word while she sobs her heart out. Eventually she goes quiet, half expecting him to pull away immediately, but he stays, arms loosely wrapped around her. 
Max snuffles, then wrinkles her nose. "You need to shower," she mumbles.
He snorts. "Yeah, whatever, Captain Snot. You're not exactly a basket of roses either."
She huffs quietly. 
"Listen…" Billy starts, and pauses. "I chose to be your brother. I decided to be. I didn't keep you around because my dad made me or because Steve likes you, I did it because you're important to me. And your shithead friends love you too, Max, they're just idiots. You have to tell them what's going on instead of hiding in my living room for the rest of your life."
Max sits up, wiping her face on her sleeve, and lets out a jittering sigh. He's right. She knows he's right, some distant part of her knows it, but it's buried too deep to feel like it's real. Maybe his words soften the earth packed around it, maybe hearing him admit he cares will make it easier to dig that part out, but she's too exhausted to pick up a shovel yet. 
She nods. It's all she can manage.
"Alright. Now help me flip these cushions before Steve gets home."
Max cracks a tiny smile. "You're terrible."
"Yeah, and you're stuck with me. Jokes on you."
"...I can live with that."
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drowninginredink · 18 days
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... Wait. Is Jason from Falsettos aroallo? He totally is?
I mean. He literally says "my father says that love is the most beautiful thing in the world. I think games are. I think chess is the most beautiful thing, not love"
And then later, "I think girls are the most beautiful thing is the world, not love."
He literally has no interest in anyone of any gender until he hits puberty and then is very specifically only interested in " girls for whom I lust/girls who wear a lot of make up/girls who smoke and show their bust/girls with whom I always wake up"
On the one hand, I am like "really? I'm really making every character I like alloaro? Again?" On the other hand. Like. It's right there in the lyrics. You don't get more alloaro than "no love, just chess and girls"
No wonder I always related to Jason
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aro week day 2: Wakko Warner from Animaniacs This is a headcanoned character, so please be kind
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inhumanliquid · 2 months
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Leviathan from Obey Me is every bit on the aromantic spectrum as he is on the autism spectrum. Probably some flavor of ace, too.
To me he's demiro, but I will accept other opinions.
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Power from Chainsaw Man is LITERALLY AroAce!
Self indulgent, not requested
Flags: AroAce flag, Alt AroAce flag, Alt AroAce flag 2, Aromantic flag
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aholotte · 3 months
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I see your "sexy character (ie Jessica Rabbit) is ace" headcanons and raise you "character who is a flirt or obsessed with romance is aro" headcanons
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entropy-sea-system · 5 months
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Aro and arospec flags inspired by g3 Deuce Gorgon's color scheme (I made these a while back, thought Id post them bc Ive seen that a few more ppl other than me are headcanoning him as arospec as of 'Monster Match' !!) (I personally see him as arospec romo aro alloaro and apl !!)
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Aromantic
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Aromantic Spectrum/Arospec
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The aro-coded gorgon himself
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Bonus alloaro flag based on his color scheme I made now (not rlly meant as an endorsement of the flag creator. I just couldn't colorpick any other alternate alloaro flags including the ones I made from his color scheme so)
[Do not tag with ace tags. Do not mention anything about friendship or platonic in the tags (even though canon mh mentions it) pls Im plato repulsed]
(-Rift)
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art-crumbs-main · 28 days
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I'm RIGHT.
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citnamora · 7 months
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Aroace Lesbian Maya actually means so much to me. She likes food and pretty girls in that order. She's totally had conversations with Phoenix before about their shared love of women. I think she's romance indifferent but has entertained the idea of dating other girls before. The thought of herself kissing a guy on the lips makes her physically ill but she would kiss her girl friends without a second thought if they asked her. She kind of floats in between feeling more like a lesbian or more aroace and then just decides, fuck it, she's both
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