Being Loveless And An Oriented Aroace At The Same Time Is So Weird. One Side Of Me Wants To Find A Queer-platonic
Being loveless and an oriented aroace at the same time is so weird. One side of me wants to find a queer-platonic version of The One™ to live and die with while the other scuttles away from the slightest mention of love, sex and romance like a terrified beast
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Found family
Intimidating characters with a soft side
One person armies
Living weapons who don't see themselves as human
Healthy familial relationships
Masterminds
Came back wrong
Black cat x golden retriever
Characters having illegible handwriting that are understood only by a specific few
Insanely specific moral compasses
Supernatural hotspot towns
Background symbolism
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Dark academia but instead of wearing blazers and reading classic novels, I’m wearing my pajamas and reading fanfiction til 4 am
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