#rowen weasley

[liferowenweasley]

Hi, girly~ 🌸🌷💅

I drew it as always: https://t.me/offsyankasshibal

[liferowenweasley]

INFORMATION ABOUT ROWEN WEASLEY.

WARNING! This is an AU. An alternate universe. It touches on themes of transgender identity, internalized transphobia, and homophobia. Please, if you do not support the author's views — PLEASE SCROLL PAST AND DO NOT READ! I am doing this first and foremost FOR MYSELF! If you enjoy it, I will be happy to see your reactions, reblogs, and comments.

Happy belated Pride Month.

This story will be divided into three parts:

1. The first part, and the most important one — about Rowen's history. Specifically, up to the moment of self-acceptance. This will be the final, canonical version for my universe. I have revised and restructured it many times, trying to make it work for me, and I have reached a compromise.

2. The second part — about how she began to become Rowen. This covers her story up to the age of twenty-five. That is, when she had already finished taking the potions and became Rowen.

3. The third part, and this is if you are interested. How this story evolved. A little bit about how I came up with it and about my visions as the author.

So now — let's begin.

Part One. The Beginning.

Overall, her story as Rowen began in early childhood. She doesn't remember exactly how it started, and she probably couldn't put it into words anyway. But in her mind, there is a picture of herself as a little girl, standing in front of a mirror, thinking: "I want to be like Mum." That was her first conscious thought. But even at that age, she had to constantly play a role. Especially after George was recognized as a boy.

This story is rarely discussed by the Weasley family, but from the earliest childhood, even before conscious memory, George (at the time, named Elaina) had always been similar to Fred. Even then, Elaina didn't like who she was. That was when Rowen, at the time Ron, approached her then-sister.

— Why do you hate your name so much? — Ron's voice was quiet; it was evening. They were supposed to be going to sleep, but no one could.

— Because I know it's not my name. It's completely wrong.

Just to be safe, Elaina was taken to Healers, and they were able to determine that Elaina should have been born a boy. Then he said only one phrase:

— I want to be George.

And no one argued with him. That was the first time Rowen saw the twins truly happy. Fred and George became that unforgettable team. They were still almost indistinguishable, except for a few details. But George was happy.

And Rowen was jealous. But then, being a child, a thought occurred to her: "what if... I'm not imagining things?" But she was frightened by her parents' phrase about six sons and one daughter. What if Rowen was supposed to be a boy? A stupid thought that contradicted her essence, but she was scared. Scared that she wouldn't be accepted, even though she had a different example right in front of her eyes, but in her head there was always that "but." She buried herself underground and began playing the role of a boy from an early age.

And so it continued until Hogwarts. She was a boy, and boys like girls. But then she realized that her heart beat faster not from the glances of girls, but from the touches of boys. She became frightened of herself. It was wrong; she was supposed to be like normal guys. By the time she was thirteen, George had started looking at her with strange glances. There was something odd in them, but she could never figure out what they meant. Were they mocking her? But there were no smiles. Never.

Time flew by; with Harry and Hermione, it slipped through her fingers, and everything became unimportant. Until at fourteen, everything suddenly turned upside down.

An argument with Ginny over a "wish." She doesn't remember exactly what it was about. Something to do with Quidditch, she doesn't recall precisely. But the wish itself she will remember for the rest of her life.

— Ron, try on my dress!

Typical silly teasing. What's so surprising? Rowen started joking that the dress would sooner burst at the seams than she could fit into it, but a bet was a bet. She couldn't refuse.

She was fourteen. She looked at herself in the dress. She felt awkward, but inside her chest, everything began to beat... calmer. As if the fear had vanished, and relaxation had set in.

The old name, the one she remembered. She saw that word in a book and changed one letter, and she knew instantly that this was the name she wanted to hear directed at her.

R O W E N.

And that was when this storyline truly began.

Part Two. Real Life.

Rowen could only talk to one person — George. But approaching him about it was emotionally difficult. So she started doing small things for her own pleasure. Sometimes she would alter her clothes, but without magic so that no one would find out (her fingers were often covered in scratches because of this). She moved toward self-acceptance very slowly, changing at a pace she could manage. Playing the role became harder and harder, and she turned to toxic masculinity to make sure no one would suspect what was hidden behind Ron's mask. Fear — that was her constant companion. Along with an immense shame. She started arguing less, because that drew less attention, and she could be more herself, though her best friends asked what had happened and why Rowen had suddenly become calmer.

But how do you tell them that their Ron had never really been the Ron they all knew?

— I'm just tired, everything's fine, really.

That was the most believable answer. And so it seemed like everything was moving at the same pace. Slowly but surely.

But then the war began.

This part is very hard to write about, but let's just say one simple thing — her mind was elsewhere. War, stress, deaths — and everything that was locked inside her head. And also the fear that she would die and never get to feel like her true self. She was terrified that everyone would remember her as Ronald Weasley. She didn't want that. Besides her family, friends, and everyone else, she was fighting for what was inside her. She promised herself that someday, she would find the courage to tell the truth about herself.

When the war ended and Fred survived but fell into a coma, she began spending a lot of time with George. And that was when she told him the truth about herself. Acceptance came immediately. George had already transitioned by then, and he became Rowen's main support. He was there when she came out to the family. They reacted... ambivalently. It was hard to readjust, and they often made mistakes, but they managed to accept it. Step by step.

Of course, there were conflicts, but they died down because family is the most important thing to them.

When Fred woke up and was recovering, he took the news as a matter of course. Basically, he and George had long suspected it and sometimes discussed it, but only as a hypothetical.

At nineteen, she began her transition.

And it was during this period that she fully realized: she was a girl who loved boys.

No romantic storylines are planned in her story for now. Maybe someday.

This might all be expanded upon!!!

Part Three. The Creation Itself.

I am very grateful to the authors on AO3 who wrote some really great fanfics on this topic. Very inspiring. The story has changed a lot and was originally much harsher plot-wise. But I decided to make it more positive, a kind of escape. I also planned a Cedric/Rowen pairing, but I completely abandoned that idea.

The story was planned as a huge epic, but I changed my mind because I figured I definitely wouldn't be able to do it alone :D.

The Tumblr blog will be back up and running soon; for now, I'm just planning to have fun. That's about it.

Sorry if it's a bit rough. Just felt like having a good time.

[liferowenweasley]

hewwo Rowen!

i wanted to ask do you know any local queer or just trans communities? if yes, do you interact with them or at this point you are afraid of them?

have a nice daaaaay :3

-🌟

Thank you so much for the question, and sorry for the late reply — I have absolutely no energy right now :(

About communities... honestly, I meet different queer people from time to time. We kind of gravitate toward each other and figure it out, but I'm still too scared. When rumors spread among other people — it became an absolute nightmare, and now I have this feeling like I'm being watched, like there's no place where it's safe to be myself yet. It's not even about something physical, it's... in my head, I guess?

My safe place is George, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione. They're enough for me (plus, Lee Jordan! They're nonbinary, they don't hide it, and sometimes we sit together at the shop while George is busy with something, and we just talk).

Have a good day, and thank you for the question!

[liferowenweasley]

hey! Another friend of mine drew me another piece of art...

Cc: https://t.me/stufffysss

[danyafreebird]

':ALPHABET OF SEX''

ROWEN WEASLEY

RULE! Please don't come at me for anything — I'm really tired from doing all of this. I'm not whining, but please be understanding (kissing you all!) 18+18+18+18+18+

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A = Aftercare

After sex with any partner: she cuddles up to them, hugs them, kisses them. Physical contact is important — she gravitates toward them like a sunflower to the sun. Usually falls asleep easily after ten minutes of whispering. In the morning, even if it was just a one-night stand — she leaves a note. Something like: "You were wonderful", "Thanks for the evening <name>". She's used to it.

B = Body Part

On others: she doesn't really care. At all. What matters to her is who the person is, even if it's a one-time thing. Otherwise — what's the point? BUT! She might stare at someone's neck and shoulders. She's a biting little menace — people remember her in the morning because of those "marks".

On herself — there's not much she likes. Mostly she sees too much masculine stuff in herself, and it pushes her away from her own body.

C = Cum

Okay, here's where it gets interesting. Back when she was still fully in a male body, she didn't really like her own cum. She'd wipe it off quickly with tissues, random paper, or clothes that were going in the wash anyway. After realizing who she was — she still didn't like cum. Her own or anyone else's. The texture bothers her. And when she reads erotic novels (yes, that happens — who's a saint here? everyone needs a laugh), she nearly dies of embarrassment reading about girls swallowing cum like it's fancy tea. Let's just say — she doesn't mind if her partner finishes somewhere she won't have to taste it. Just not in her mouth (she nearly threw up on someone that way). But also — if a guy finishes inside her (usually she asks for it in her hand at least), she'll ask to be carried to the shower. Otherwise she can't stand lying there feeling it drip out of her. There have been times when someone licked it off, but... you know. Not her thing.

D = Dirty Secret

She wants to be tied to something and punished.

Spoiler: when it almost happened, she had a panic attack. They stopped immediately.

E = Experience

After her transition — more experience with different people. During her school years, she tried things with different girls, but she wasn't in the right body — even getting aroused felt like a whole mission. Afterwards, there were a lot of one-night stands. She's not looking for a real relationship — she doesn't trust that anyone would truly accept her.

But the twins have this running joke that ever since she accepted herself as a girl, she's become a total sex fiend — because nothing holds her back anymore.

F = Favourite Position

Cowgirl. And let me explain what this means for Rowshi:

It's when you're in control, but still considered the bottom — far from passive, though. Rowen blooms in this position. She whispers things to her partner, leans down to bite their shoulder, moves at her own rhythm. Her second favourite is doggy — because she doesn't have to see their face and can just focus entirely on the feeling.

G = Goofy

Being wanted and loved. She doesn't believe she can just be loved for no reason. That's where she sees her worth.

H = Hair

If a partner has long locks — she grabs them, pulls them closer, and kisses them.

She has long hair too. But she doesn't really let partners touch it. She sees it as her personal space. She'd only let someone she truly trusts.

I = Intimacy

Not particularly romantic. Dates are always short, and she feels awkward during them — because she has no idea what to do. Rowen doesn't know how to accept romantic dinners from others. Like... why? But it is nice, of course, especially if her partner gives even a tiny damn about her.

J = Jack Off

Quick, just to relieve tension. She didn't do it much when she was younger — mostly with partners now. She doesn't really worry about it.

She's waiting for full transition. Maybe it'll be easier then.

K = Kink

Those trendy new things aren't for her. But her kink is biting. And being bitten. A form of attention, basically.

L = Location

Hotels / home. No risks — she's traditional in that sense. With complete strangers — only hotels or motels. She doesn't take chances.

M = Motivation

If a partner pushes her against a wall. Not roughly — more like... demonstratively. Starts kissing her, then whispers in her ear: "darling, let's hurry up..." — but only if it's someone she at least knows a little. A stranger would get a slap.

N = No

No blood, no full-on cruelty. Even kissing — she's careful. She's learned a bit about where it's safe to bite, because she knows you can puncture an artery. She's extremely cautious about that (mostly thanks to Hermione), but she genuinely doesn't want to accidentally cause a fatality.

O = Oral

Giving. Watching someone touch down there? She'd probably throw up. She's actually skilled at it — so much so that lots of people have wanted to grab her hair (she immediately pulls back and stares them in the eyes). On the plus side — she has no gag reflex, and partners love it. On the minus side — a lot of them don't understand that "no gag reflex" ≠ "I can deepthroat immediately". She tried once, and nearly died from nearly choking on her own vomit around someone's dick. But she was young and dumb. Now she's extremely careful and only does it after mentally preparing herself.

P = Pace

She's fine with any pace, but prefers something fast and intense. If her partner interests her a little — she'll stretch it out. Again, she's often on top, so she can control the pace however she wants. But even when she's underneath, she can still stay in control.

Q = Quickie

Almost always. She's got nothing against it.

R = Risk

Rowen isn't against experimenting — but she's scared of it like fire. Because it's so easy for her to get hurt.

S = Stamina

Not very stamina-heavy. Gets tired quickly.

T = Toys

Collars with leashes are appealing — there's something aesthetic about them. But nothing beyond that. She doesn't really need toys, especially with people she barely knows.

U = Unfair

Happens a lot. She's almost always the one who starts things. Her teasing is careful and subtle. If someone wants to — they'll go along with it. If not — they can easily say no.

V = Volume

Depends. If it's slow — at most a heavy breath and quiet moans. If it's rougher — she might moan into a pillow.

W = Wild Card

The first time, she always kisses. Then bites. She might bite any part of your body if she finds you attractive. Of course, if you're not into it — she won't. But that doesn't change the fact that she's a bit of a pervert in this way.

X = X-Ray

Her chest, after hormones, is closer to a B cup. But she often wears something to hide it. (She's shy about it.)

She won't talk about the other thing.

Z = Z-z-z

Not super fast — but if everything went elegantly, she can fall asleep pretty quickly. And wake up just in time to leave.

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SOS

[liferowenweasley]

Hi. I know I haven't posted in ages, but in my defence — I'm a busy girly!~💅🌸 (I'm very tired)

It's been nearly two weeks, so what can I tell you? I've been out walking a lot, sitting with Fred, helping George out. Also Bill, Fleur and Charlie came to visit. My social battery has absolutely flatlined.

BUT. Look at this. Peak-me cake.

I bought it for myself, just to try it. Honestly? It's an acquired taste. The cherry jam was alright, but the cream was way too gross... I give it a 5/10. Definitely not for everyone. Looked pretty though.

Harry and Hermione bought me two My Melody plushies. I was surprised, but it was cute.

Soon my collection will grow and I'll have ten of these things 😭 (for the record, I wouldn't say no to Cinnamoroll either)

So yeah. That's about it. I don't really know what else to say. I wouldn't mind questions from you lot — honestly, it makes things easier :q

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Author's note: GUYS I GOT DIAGNOSED, I'M ON MEDS, SIDE EFFECTS, THERAPY, TOTAL FUCKING NIGHTMARE, I HAVE NO TIME 😭

Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts. Even though I've got this feeling that nobody cares about this but me. Here's a stupid Rowen/Cedric ship meme because no one can stop me!! 😈

[liferowenweasley]

April 1st was absolutely brilliant.

First off, I'm not gonna say what I got George and Fred (BLOODY HELL, IT FEELS SO WEIRD AFTER TWO YEARS). Let's just say the gift was pretty personal. All I'll say is George loved it and so did Fred. Seeing them happy and laughing at their stupid jokes — it's like healing balm for the soul, you have no idea.

Secondly, George was glowing all day. I have NEVER seen him that happy. Fred was a bit calmer (he gets a bit lost sometimes, you know how it is). The whole family sat in his room, messed about, I nearly got my arm broken (no context for that one).

I'll tell you now — there was no sadness at all. It was the best day ever. George and Fred even announced some new product (their mum nearly killed them because Fred can't even move properly yet, AND IT'S ALREADY STARTED 😭😭😭). Lee and Angelina came by a bit later, after we'd left, so I don't know what happened there.

As for April 2nd — I wasn't around because I was helping George at the shop. Yesterday I went to see Fred.

Let's just say we're taking the mickey to the fullest.

They're twenty-two now, and I still can't believe it. One day Fred's gonna be back on his feet, and they'll be causing chaos in their shop again. It'll happen. Fred's tough. George even more so.

Happy birthday to them. They're amazing brothers. I hope I'm an amazing sister to them. Right, I'm off to sleep now.

Thanks for reading, by the way!

from the author: PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I DIDN'T FIND ANYTHING BETTER. I'M DYING OF LAUGHTER.

[liferowenweasley]

So you understand what's happening right now: I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM 😭😭😭 Everyone's probably asleep while I'm walking, so let me tell you what happened.

On the twenty-fifth I was home all day. Cleaning, doing a bit of fixing up, made myself a little cosy spot 🤏 just a tiny bit 🤏 (I'm sleeping in a den now instead of my bed, but I'll tell you about that later — Ginny saw it and was so confused). Basically I took a bunch of fabric scraps, asked Mum, and now I sleep in this ridiculously cosy little nest, you have no idea))) no jealousy 💅

On the twenty-sixth I went to see Fred. Got greeted with:

"You again 🙄"

FRED. I BRING YOU NICE FOOD AND FEED YOU, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND 😭🙏

Anyway, I threw fruit at my favourite disabled brother's face, and he was cracking up, yelling that I was assaulting a disabled person. I hate him 🖕

Honestly, it was hilarious that this idiot still jokes around like nothing's changed. I genuinely love him for that. I get now why everything felt so grey before he woke up — without his stupid face, things were genuinely duller. (ALSO GEORGE HAS COME BACK TO LIFE AND HE'S HAPPY! I'M TWICE AS HAPPY, HE'S TAKING THE PISS OUT OF ME TWICE AS MUCH NOW, I NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE THIS HAPPY ABOUT IT???)

Yesterday was... normal? I was hanging out with George and Lee, they were having tea, two lovesick idiots. Basically I hate them, I'm sick of them staring at each other like they're about to eat each other alive 🖕

Lee brought the best tea I've ever had, by the way.

Right now I'm walking through UNKNOWN TERRITORY trying to get home. I think I've figured out where I am.

Fred treats me like I've always been Rowen. Ginny found my blog, by the way. She said she likes you lot and that she'll be keeping an eye on things. If Mum ever finds this blog — I'll die of embarrassment. So no swearing, yeah? You wouldn't survive a Mrs Weasley glare. I'm serious.

Oh, and Bill sent me a letter. He's the best older brother, but he wrote: "I know a trans girl, would you like to meet her?" BILL. WHAT THE HELL 😭🙏

It's sweet, don't get me wrong — I really appreciate the acceptance, especially from my older brothers. BUT GOD, IT SOUNDED SO AWKWARD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

It's sweet though. Just MASSIVELY awkward.

(I took her number, by the way.)

So yeah. That's what's been going on. Here's a picture of My Melody. George got her for me because of my previous posts (George, you're an idiot, thank you).