#once again i cannot stress enough what a delight this was to make

[americankimchi]

Do you have any tips for writing Obi Wan or any meta in mind with his characterizarion?

hmmm sure why not! i'll give a few tips on how i'd write obi-wan. mind you this is how i interpret the character, so ymmv.

i truly do not like it when fics have obi-wan voluntarily leaving the order. like it's so out-of-character for me in my head that the premise of the story + the writing would have to work triple-time to get me to stick around. now if he's been removed from it by an EXTERNAL SOURCE (not the order. i cannot stress this enough: the jedi kicking obi-wan out is so jarring to me i'll leave the fic in an instant) or somehow unable to return to the order for whatever reason, all is well.

not a prodigy, but a genius. obi-wan is an incredibly intelligent person with an absolutely staggering knowledge base in a wide variety of topics, but all that knowledge was earned through blood, sweat, tears, and time. he sat down with his game face on and put in the work. that's also why he makes an excellent teacher: he knows what most students will struggle with because he struggled too, and knows through experience how best to overcome them. i headcanon that it contributes to why he's such a good negotiator: he's really good at stripping down information to the essentials and communicating that information effectively and efficiently to others because of his intense study habits.

humble, but not ignorant of his skills. it's pretty impossible to fully divorce yourself from pride in your achievements, and i don't think it's healthy to not feel any pride at all, so i think obi-wan has a very clear understanding of his skillset and how best to use it. i don't think he'd be ignorant of how good he is at something, especially since the direct consequence of his aptitude led him to being a member of the jedi council. pretty hard to be blind to your strengths when you're being asked for your input on topics that directly draw from that knowledge.

averse to healthcare. listen i enjoy obi-wan whump just as much as the next obi-wan stan (the desire to put him in the cosmic salad spinner comes with the territory, i fear) but as a character who grew up in an environment that deeply cares for the well-being of all, and knowing that you cannot help others unless you yourself first have the ability to do so, i can't really see him ignoring injuries outside of combat scenarios. like on the battlefield he's got more pressing concerns than a pesky little shrapnel wound or five, but once the battle's over?? he might not be first in line to the medics but i can't see him avoiding them entirely. an army without a general is working at a sharp disadvantage and i don't think he'd risk his men by neglecting his physical health in that manner. note that i said 'physical'. make of that what you will :)

duty. obi-wan is the definition of a paladin. he takes an oath and by the force he's going to keep it. train the boy? absolutely, qui-gon. whether or not anakin chooses to respect that training is another matter, but he did definitively get knighted! refuse to kill anakin? listen he's handed vader his own ass to him twice post order 66 and each time he did it he did it nonlethally. that takes skill. that takes dedication. exile yourself to tatooine for 19 years and then decide fuck it, we ball, and die after Once Again Deciding Not To Kill Anakin Skywalker? step aside casper, there's a new friendly ghost in town. every time obi-wan commits to something the man COMMITS. you GOTTA respect that grind.

flirty but in the sense that he's going to match the energy someone brings to the table. like he's a negotiator. he knows how to read people and figure out the Vibes. if he thinks the other person will be 1) 100% receptive and 2) will respond with a delightful wit, why the hell not? obi-wan's highest stat is charisma and he's got expertise in persuasion. whether they're allies or not does not factor into this equation. he can have a little flirtation with morally dubious and potentially hostile characters. as a treat.

this has nothing to do with his character but i firmly believe that he and quinlan vos had at LEAST a fling when they were padawans. there is zero evidence to back this up aside from a few comics where they were being goofy teenagers together but i stand by this. it is an unshakeable aspect of obi-wan to me that has only gotten worse with the kenobi show.

no matter what, no matter how terrible or devastating or downright apocalyptic it gets, obi-wan kenobi will never fall to the dark side. never. it won't be easy, but that is a line he has never, and will never cross. i will not hear any "obi-wan touched the dark side during the theed generator fight" slander. if that was true tell me why the force theme was playing during his moment of triumph!!! Would John Williams Lie To Us Like That?? to our face?????

anyways i could go on forever about obi-wan because he is My Ultimate Blorbo but this post is getting super long so i'll leave it there. hope this helped even a little or at the very least was entertaining for you to read <3

#anon #ask #star wars #obi wan kenobi #long post #THIS TOOK. SO LONG TO ANSWER IM SO SORRY LMAO;;;;;;;

[fairysluna]

hi girl! i’m so glad ur trying to get back to writing bc all ur works are so good! for the character/trope thing, can i choose canon cregan w targ!reader with the trope grumpy x sunshine? with the reader being sunshine! can’t wait to see what u come up w! i missed u!

thank you for your sweet words my love! i really, really appreciate it😭🤍 i tried my best, and though you asked for targ!reader, i did not write any physical description for reader... hope that's okay!🤍

tags — fluff, grumpy x sunshine trope

“You'll age sooner if you're always mad, my love.”

The sweetness of your voice was all he needed to hear to relax his shoulder and posture, shifting from one serious semblance to a softer one. Once your hands reached his shoulders, he even let out a sigh, closing his eyes in the instant your perfume reached his nose. He breathed in, almost humming in delight thanks to your mere presence. “I am not mad,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer enough to hide his face on the crock of your neck. “Not anymore at least…”

“Not anymore?” you softly giggled, your hands immediate going towards his hair, tangling your cold fingers with his deep brown locks. “Was the meeting with Lord Mormont too stressful for you?” You grabbed his cheeks after he refused to answer the question, forcing him to open his eyes to stare at you. Cregan tilted his head, groaning, and you couldn't help but smile at his expression. “Look at you! You're frowning already!” You brought your index finger towards the space between his eyebrow, circling the spot until he relaxed his muscles again. He sighed.

“Stop it,” Cregan muttered. “I do not wish to talk about it today.”

“Alright, then we shall not talk about it…” Cregan whispered a small thank you, his eyes getting heavy thanks to the exhaustion of such a busy day. He leaned forward, wanting to go back to bury his face on your neck, yet you stopped him. The Warden of the North moaned loudly as a complaint. “I cannot believe it… you've barely seen me today and you still haven't kissed me yet!” Cregan pressed his lips, holding back a groan. Then, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you towards him and trapping your lips in a slow, tempting kiss that took your breath away.

Such a gesture was only stopped after a few seconds, when the both of you were breathless with swollen lips. A silly smile appeared on your face, which was contagious enough to make him smile too. You sighed, delighted with the sight of your husband in front of you. “Mhm… there it is,” you softly murmured, standing on your tiptoes to brush your nose against his. “That beautiful smile. You should wear it more often.”

“Don’t be greedy,” he said. “You've become spoiled.”

“You love me just like that,” you shrugged.

Cregan let out a breathy laugh, kissing the corners of your lips and wrapping you in his arms. “I love you just like that,” he agreed, smiling like a fool.

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[theminecraftbee]

On the subject of modpack recommendations, I made a custom one for myself a little while ago and i've been playing it nonstop since.

It's very chill, and lighter on the mods so my silly little laptop can run it without crashing. I put it together cause most modpacks are so complex and overwelming to my lil brain. I've found it a good mix of still feeling like minecraft, but having the benefits of the 'more' from the mods.

The lineup is: Create, Farmer's Delight, Sophisticated Backpacks, Waystones, Comforts (the sleeping bag mod), an animals mod called Naturalist, Xaero's Minimap/Worldmap, Decorative Blocks, Macaw's Doors/Trapdoors/Lights & Lamps/Bridges/Paintings for some more decor options, and Simple Hats (I wanted to wear a fox hat on my head. sue me). There's a few basic quality of life mods too, like AppleSkin and JEI, and some compatability add on mods for Create and the waystones to the maps, but that's it.

It's worked really well so far, and i haven't crashed at all-- though i have fallen victim to the massive sinkhole in the neighboring savannah I've been using as my strip mine and tree farm. I put keep inventory on, it's fiiiinnnneeeee-- I never like having stakes for death anyway, makes it too stressful. Let me throw myself from build height to bedrock without having to do the walk of shame for my stuff--

My game chugs a touch with Create, but all I had to do was turn down my graphics and be VERY careful to not dump out thousands of entities at once But that's just Create, really

oh, this can be a really great approach to playing modded too, especially if you personally know what mods you like and don't care about stuff like recipe compatibility! the main advantage of a 'true' modpack is normally that the good ones balance the recipes of the different mods to each other, and also i really prefer modpacks personally that have quest systems. but if your goal is to "play with mods" mostly, or, say, like you, you have a computer that can't handle heavier modpacks, or you just wanat a few things you like, this is a path that is DEFINITELY an option for a chill modpack!

i will say for those new to modded, here are some mods i recommend everyone include of the QOL variety, even if they're otherwise not doing many mods:

some variety of mimimap; xaero's is the one i'm most familiar with but choose your favorite.

if that minimap doesn't come with waypoints for some reason, get yourself a mod that adds waypoints.

quark. i never play modded minecraft without quark, if only for the rotation lock feature alone (never worry about which direction you're facing while placing a block again). you can go through quark's website to decide which features you'll enable and disable, and this is possible to do through an in-game gui, so even people who don't want to touch .json files can easily configure what quark features they do and don't use! it just adds... so many little qol things.

appleskin. this just makes the food bar more useful and shows you saturation. i don't know why vanilla doesn't do this.

jei (just enough items). you will ALWAYS WANT JEI WHILE PLAYING MODDED I CANNOT EXPRESS ENOUGH HOW HANDY THIS IS. a searchable list of every item in the game, which you can click on in order to see their recipes, and even automatically transfer items from your inventory to a crafting grid for that recipe! it's in every modpack ever for a reason! the larger the modpack, the more you're gonna want this!

a performance mod. personally i'd recommend not using optifine, as optifine is a mod a lot of other mods note break them, but if your particular pack is optifine compatible, go for it! most packs i've seen go with either sodium on fabric or rubidium on forge, but there are also other options! i'd just include at least one.

any other convenience you've ever had in another modpack that you want! personally, i need something like tom's simple storage network, drawers, or both to want to play a given modpack, because i get sad without storage, but maybe you only want to play packs with a variety of crops! maybe you think sophisticated backpacks or sophisticated storage are a requirement in your mind! maybe supplementaries or other decorative mods are a requirement to you! the world is your oyster! add whatever of those!

#answered #vivitheanimaxen

[writingpuddle]

back in the early 20-teens i watched this delightful movie, Shelter (2007) which is a gay surfing romance which is very cute and heartwrenching and concludes with our protag and his new boyfriend essentially adopting protags nephew. first of all this post is just a plug to get you to go watch Shelter (2007) because its very sweet and i love it very much. but actually this post is about headcanons.

see, i really quite liked this movie, but this was before i got into fandom, so the sum total of my engagement (other than watching the movie over and over again) was looking up online reviews, and one in particular stuck with me.

the argument this reviewer (anonymous rando on imdb or similar site) made was that actually, the happily ever after depicted in the movie was doomed. first of all, the romance was a rebound relationship. plus the whole adoption of the five year old nephew. protags sister would eventually want her son back! their cute little family would be broken! and thats not to mention the stress that the relationship was financially unequal.

now, in hindsight, most of the analysis in this review was probably bad faith, thinly veiled homophobia. but what stuck with me was the way this person phrased these things as absolute proof. Rebound + Wayward Sister + Money = Inevitable Breakup. as if people can really be broken down into some linear equation with only one possible outcome. because no rebound relationship has ever lasted, because no family has ever survived complicated questions of custody, because money always destroys relationships.

its pretty obvious, from a distance, to see they were cherry-picking all the details that supported their foregone conclusion. i could cherry-pick my own to counter them, but thats not even the point i want to make.

what i drew from this review, and reflecting on it, was how supremely arrogant it was to assume you could predict someones future based on only a handful of data points. a good fictional character, like a real person, is a complex, multi-faceted creation containing contradictions and moods and conflicts that are constantly in flux. its why in fandom you get ongoing arguments about what one would consider the very base characteristics of a character. its why you can have long and involved conversations about whether an action was in-character or not, and whether thats even a relevant question. what trait is actually immutable? what characteristic cannot be violated, if the situation is right?

i think most people understand this implicitly, if not consciously, and engage with headcanons in this way. 'hey' the fan says, 'if i take these datapoints from canon, i can point in this direction! isnt that a cool idea?' and the rest of us may nod or shake our heads, but we understand that there are probably multiple plausible paths. we can comment on whether a particular path is more or less plausible, but its exceedingly rare, and in my personal experience often pretty contrived, to find a question that has only one conclusive answer.

people are weird. a good fictional character should have enough meat on their bones that one should be able to build plausible and contradictory headcanons. (and thats not even to speak of headcanons which are of other types, the 'wouldnt it be fun if' or the 'what if important thing was different' or the many other categories of headcanon).

which is why its always jarring to see people take one data point from canon and extrapolate a huge, inevitable conclusion and then, rather than happily sitting on their little universe like one might expect, instead defending to the death that they must be correct. this is no longer a game to them. they are willing to throw down about it without a hint of irony or comedy to temper their words. and once theyre taking it too seriously i feel i am allowed to criticise their logical processes and point out the fallacies of judgement. the base assumption that humans are comprehensible and predictable beings. the utter and profound lack of real data.

in summary, my response is:

#media literacy #fandom shit #humans are weird actually

[godlesslittlecreatures]

Creature’s Petyr x Catelyn Masterlist, Part I

I've read it all...so you don't have to. 

I was delighted to get back on this app and find that there was demand for something like this. Even in the time since I started compiling this list, I've seen a few other lists going around, which makes my previously-closeted-PxC-shipper heart fucking sing. Y'all, I am not exaggerating when I say I very well may have read every single fic ever written for this pairing. That's both a fool's errand and impossibly easy considering the sheer lack of content, as I'm sure you know yourself if you're reading this post. 

I have stirred the dust at the very edges of the internet in my desperate, months-long search for quality content for this pairing. And believe me you, I'm no stranger to the disappointment of seeing something tagged "Petyr Baelish/Catelyn Tully Stark" (I encounter this issue more on AO3 than anywhere else, really), only for it either be an ancillary detail of the story, straight up nonconsensual, or an attempt by a butthurt ficwriter to punish two characters that so many people in the fandom seem to, at best, grievously misunderstand. Mistagging has caused me many an hour of eventual disappointment and cost me many a precious hour of my life that I will never get back.

But, even after wading chin-deep in all the shit this fandom has to offer, I have found gold. I'm here to prove it exists, if you only know where to look.

But Creature, what makes a fic good? How do you ascribe worth to something so subjective?

I've been told I'm a harsh critic, but this is less about literary merit than it is assessing quality as it pertains to the ship. Of course, many of these DO have some kind of literary merit, or, at least, are enjoyable to read. I grade a fic based on the following rubric, let's call it the Four Commandments of Petelyn Fic :

any acts of a sexual nature MUST - and I cannot stress this enough - be consensual. Do what you do, write what you write - I'm not here to police anyone's work. But don't put a pairing in the ship tag if anything that would earn it that slash between the characters' names is happening against either party's will. I simply will not read it. 

Petyr and Catelyn must have AT LEAST 2 face-to-face, one-on-one conversations. If you're going to use that damn slash, it doesn't have to be the principal element of the story, but it better feature in the foreground of the story, at least. It cannot just be a background detail that's mentioned once, off-handedly, at the end of a 63 chapter fic (true story, y'all). Better yet, it should have significant bearing on the plot, not unlike the way the relationship between the two does in canon - but that's a tall order, apparently. 

I alluded to this earlier. As an extensions of the first tenet - I do not want to feel the heat of the writer's hatred for the two characters through the story. So, SO often will people throw this pairing into some kind of canon divergent something or another and thrust them into each other's arms as a punishment for their Crimes in canon. Cat is Big Mean to Jon, so she gets the boot from Ned and ends up with Caricature of Petyr Who Lacks Any And All Nuance That Made The Character Interesting In The First Place to pay for Her Sins. I'm reading a fic because I like the characters, and I like the idea of them together (or, in many a case, him pining after her), not to stand beside someone on their moral high ground as they punish the two with each other. Again, not here to police anyone's work, so if you hate them both and want to take them to task by forcing them into some kind of relationship, be my guest! But don't expect to find your fic listed here. 

I have my own personal preferences (submissive Petyr, as I am not attracted to dominant men and genuinely don't think he would fill the dominant role in this relationship; I'll always prefer to read something requited, but that's even rarer a find; I'm not entirely crazy about AUs but can make exceptions, etc.) but I am trying to keep this as objective as possible. This list includes a pretty wide range of stuff, all of which I've enjoyed enough to reread at least once.

This may all seem like it goes without saying, but you'd be surprised. 

My credentials? A degree in TV and Film. I've read the books, and have studied the first three seasons of Thrones so closely that if I close my eyes I can watch full scenes in my head. I've been writing fic, fiction, television, and short films for 12 years, and reading and watching for nearly twice as long. And, most importantly, I'm a feral goblin who is batshit insane over these two. 

This list features fic from every corner of the internet - AO3, Tumblr, Live Journal. I unfortunately have been very hard-pressed to find anything that suits my fancy on FF.net, but if anybody has any recommendations (in line with the above), I intend for this list to be a living document.

And no, before anyone asks, I do NOT ship Petyr and Sansa. Respectfully, please keep that far the fuck away from me.

So, without further ado, here's a list of a very picky Petyr x Catelyn girlie's favorite fics.

An EXCELLENT starter kit. This is a three-part series that's currently updating. There are other things going on outside of them, but the relationship is essential to the story, thanks to the Cat POV chapters. This was the gateway drug for me way back when I still felt shame for shipping these two, and I love it still to this day. I love this series so much that, when I received the update notification for a particular Catelyn chapter in the middle of my college graduation, I dropped everything to read it. It moves fast, the political landscape is explored thoroughly, the divergence from canon is both plausible and interesting, and if you're not into smut, it's pretty fade-to-black.

Another one I read just after I'd taken the plunge down the rabbit hole. This is a notable exception to my general aversion to AUs - it works here, the real-world transpositions are not only believable, but clever! It features some pretty complex and subversive relationships between the characters; the PxC is certainly a critical, foreground element, but not always in the most immediately obvious way. Definitely had me Giggling and Kicking My Feet throughout. Refreshing is certainly a word. Obligatory smut advisory on this one, though.

Yes, I know, but hear me out. If you want to sample the best of the PxC wares the internet has to offer, you're gonna have to get down and dirty with Google's 'translate website' feature. This one is WORTH IT. I still tear up every time I read this. I have a particular soft spot for it because it reminds me of a short film I wrote/directed in college about my own experience with rejection and first love.

I believe this one is locked (meaning it requires an AO3 account to access), but making an account is both free and worth it. Yes, I know Winds is never coming out, but in my own delulu canon, this is it, this is the book. End series. Roll credits. 

Short as hell, you get the idea, but still fade-to-black if smut isn't your thing. It's hard to find good, dirty fic for this pairing. I do not currently have the mental bandwidth to be the change I wish to see in the world, but I will gladly support anyone with more patience than I.

Another locked one...oh no, I guess you'll just have to make an account.

Locked, again, but you know the drill. I believe it's by the same writer as the above. Always haunted by things that invoke Ewan McGregor's line in Moulin Rouge! - "thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."

Not PWP but smut with themes, a favorite subgenre of mine.

Wholesome fluff to temper the fires of the above.

I think this may have been the very first one I ever read. Short and sweet, I revisit it pretty often.

Unfortunately, Tumblr only lets me add ten links at a time, so this is Part I of a multi-part series. I'll keep this post pinned at the top of my blog and add a link to succeeding parts in the comments.

I intend for this to be a living document - if you have any recommendations, my inbox is always open. Happy reading, my fellow PxC shippers :)

#petyr x catelyn #petyr baelish #catelyn tully #petelyn #asoiaf #game of thrones #aidan gillen #fanfiction #creature's petelyn fic club

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Marriage

In honor of my 20th wedding anniversary, here are some more Mercuriel/Vezin pictures. I suppose could show off their wedding a little. It's thematic. I'm also probably going to ramble.

I have said it before, and I'll say it again: their relationship is weird, but it works for them.

Funny little story about this, too. When he picked the game back up again, about a month later I married my friend @petitfarron because he wanted the glamour bits for his catgirl, etc. Vezin attended the wedding, of course, and commented "Just so you know, I'm not marrying one of your dudes."

I wanted to know why, of course, not that it really occurred to me that it was a thing we should do. We'd gotten married on a MUD (uhhh like 25 years ago, Jesus Christ) (it's where we met, we're not just old, we're old turbonerds) and I figured that was all the video game marriage we warranted anyway. HOWEVER, once he told me the reason, which he said upfront was completely irrational, I found it incredibly funny.

You see, he didn't want to marry one of my boys, because it would be marrying a dude, and that's kind of gay, which he is not (he and I are both straight). I pointed out he is a catgirl, doesn't that make it ... not-gay? He replied he is a man, though. I pointed out I am a woman, a woman literally married to him, so ...? And he stressed again, it was IRRATIONAL shut UP.

Basically, fellas is it gay to marry your wife if she's playing a dude and you're playing a chick? According to my husband's irrational brain, yes.

So imagine my enormous amusement when he sent me a code for a bracelet with the message USE ON MERC

Of course, when I asked, "What happened to it being gay?" he replied, "It's still a little gay." So there you go. FFXIV turned my husband gay. But only a little.

Also holy shit was he a bridezilla, it cracked me up. Whenever Farron and I get married or renew our vows, we always have a little fuss over who has to carry the stupid bouquet. That is not a problem with Vezin. I could not pry the bouquet out of my husband's hands if I tried. He had Firm Opinions on what colors to pick, the music, what I should wear. It was adorable. He and I were equal partners planning our real wedding, but our fake one? HE WAS THE BRIDE IT WAS HIS DAY RARGH

We even did the book signing ceremony, because he wanted "as few moogles as possible." Because Vezin-the-character fuckin' hates them.

You cannot tell me they're not plotting something in that last shot.

And then they made their getaway.

During the cursed lalafel time, we decided to renew our vows for the hell of it.

Once again, he demanded to carry the bouquet and this time apparently wanted our entrance to be as ridiculous as possible. I think we managed it.

I did enjoy seeing how different the camera is when both participants are tiny monsters.

The bouquet being almost as big as Vezin: also delightful.

Any time I fantasia into a lalafel (which I only ever do because my spouse has), I am always mad about how cute they look.

Alright, I think that's enough self-indulgent rambling for now. <3

#ffxiv #mercuriel and vezin #long post #eternal bonding #christ twenty years #there are people in my FC who were still in diapers back then

[boylikeanangel]

hi! I'm super curious about why you headcanon ed as transfem. no hate, just wondering!

hii omg thanks for your interest!! I'm gonna apologise in advance because I have a horrible feeling this is gonna be really long and disorganised cuz there is so much to cover especially when you've put as much thought and time into creating a whole series-wide transfem reading of ed as my friends and I have and it all feels like completely vital information but I'll do my best to put it succinctly!! (again I'm gonna be using she/her pronouns for ed throughout this whole post, so disclaimer for that to avoid confusion <3)

so first of all I think it's important to recognise that in a lot of ways our flag means death is a study of and a deconstruction of masculinity, and furthermore a criticism of western ideals of masculinity and how it's inherently toxic and how that pressures men into acting a certain way, particularly how it affects queer men's freedom to present as their authentic selves. it denounces these rigid ideals of what "being a man" is and celebrates unconventional forms of masculinity. most obviously with this we see stede struggle with not fitting into these expectations placed on him and how his character arc is largely in part about coming to embrace his masculinity on his own terms as something fundamentally queer - he defines his masculinity by how he as a man loves another man. and we see blackbeard's crew as a whole uphold "ideal" masculinity, but fang and ivan are able to break away from that performance by being accepted by the revenge crew and we see who they are as people outside of those restraints, and we see izzy try desperately to uphold the ideals of hypermasculinity by constantly throwing his weight around, and most importantly, by asserting dominance and aggression over men that he believes do not fit into those ideals. he has to uphold the honour of "blackbeard" (this world's glowing standard of masculinity) by beating down men who don't fit into his definition of what a man should be. by recognising that the show as a whole is constantly telling us that the kind of masculinity perpetuated by the myth of blackbeard and piracy as a whole is fundamentally toxic, some really interesting questions get raised about ed and what masculinity means to her and how she feels about being the posterchild for it.

to put it simply, she hates it. it's fucking suffocating. it's absolutely destroying her. "blackbeard" is a prison for her, she is literally introduced to us as a legend (the ideal of masculinity) of the pirating world (a culture of toxic masculinity) disillusioned with her entire existence, and is just wishing to be anything else. "blackbeard" embodies everything defined as masculine in this world, and we learn immediately that ed is absolutely nothing like what everyone would believe her to be, and that she hates having to be like that all the time. masculinity has never been anything more than a performance for her. ed's entire arc is about her having an identity crisis and trying to understand what being "blackbeard" and being "edward" means to her, and when blackbeard is inherently tied to a hypermasculine gender expression, which she openly hates performing, and on the other hand, she takes so much delight in getting to be "edward" instead, you can really start to see the pieces coming together about her gender identity I think. when "blackbeard" is synonymous with "Man" (with a capital M) in this show, to immediately tell us that ed HATES being blackbeard sure does make you think!!!

getting into the events of the actual show now, I think honestly all you need to do to see ed's arc as a trans narrative is to go into it with an open mind and just like. allow yourself to read into things through that lens while you're watching. I cannot stress enough how EASY it is to read ed and her actions as inherently trans once you decide you're gonna try to see it like that on a rewatch. take ed and stede's first official meeting, for example: stede wakes to find ed sitting over him, and ed assumes stede's gonna recognise her as blackbeard immediately, only he doesn't. by not assuming she is blackbeard, stede inadvertently opens up a window of opportunity for ed to define herself as something different for once, to be known to One person as the person she actually wants to be. so she introduces herself as "ed", her REAL name, and I really cannot see this as anything except a trans person taking the leap into trying out a new identity with the first person who gives them the opportunity. and THEN stede leads her into his closet, where ed gets to realise her interest in fashion for the first time, and then reality comes crashing through the walls and reminds ed that she's not out to anyone else yet. she has to tell stede she's not who she said she was, if you'll forgive my phrasing (because that IS who she is, but she has to tell stede now that that's not the whole truth of the matter. she has to do damage control now). and. this is literally a coming out scene. "I'm blackbeard" is literally her saying "I'm not who I told you I was". and the beauty of this is that stede doesn't treat her any different after making this discovery. he continues to call her ed. he knows more about her now, but that doesn't change who she is and he continues to respect the fact she introduced herself as "ed" and recognises this is the name she actually wants to be called. (the scene after this where they swap clothes and stede gets to be The Ideal Man for a day and ed gets to separate herself from that, literally giving her masculinity over to someone that doesn't believe he's masculine enough, is extra lovely in a t4t transfem ed and transmasc stede reading but that's a post for another day). meeting stede is literally her first step into finding herself and finally having the freedom to explore her gender identity and expression, safe in the knowledge that stede and by extension his crew will accept her.

there's myriad other moments that scream "trans" to me about ed, to name a few: referring to god as "she" but also being very clearly calling herself god at the same time (she's literally dropping hints that she wants to be called "she"), referring to herself as "a young waif" (which whilst can mean both a boy or a girl, is commonly only used to describe girls), telling izzy "actually I do want to be called edward from now on" (blackbeard is literally her deadname babes!!!). but the transcoding really does kick itself into high gear in the finale. I'll run through why I see her arc in the final two episodes as a blatantly trans narrative for you:

before I go on, it's important to keep in mind that "blackbeard" is a performance of masculinity. "blackbeard" is this world's shining example of what it means to be a man. "beard" being the operative word here. it's the most obvious visual signifier of masculinity. it's literally in the name - blackbeard's beard is THE thing that makes him who he is. so when ed is finally torn away from piracy and the first thing she does is shave her beard off, what does this say? especially when she isn't even bothered by it. in fact, she's happy to be rid of that persona! despite her circumstances, she's happier in the few scenes at the academy than we've ever seen her. a literal weight has been lifted along with the beard, she's lighter, less nervous, more expressive, literally contented to just be allowed to be "edward" for the first time in her life. she has finally broken free of her perpetual performance of hypermasculinity. the loss the facial hair is a clear and obvious way of showing to us, visually, this change in her mindset about her identity. she doesn't have to hide anymore. and then when she comes back to the revenge, even after having her heart broken, she continues going by ed. she's had a taste of freedom and she doesn't want to give it up. she renounces the name "blackbeard" entirely and starts going by edward exclusively.

but of course, this doesn't last. I'm gonna have to link to another post here, which was actually THE post that got me first thinking about transfem ed, a great breakdown of the "avalanche" scene by @/all-chickens-are-trans here, which explains how the confrontation with izzy episode 10 was about izzy mocking ed for not performing masculinity to his standards and literally triggering ed's detransition better than I ever could. and yes, to clarify - this is ed detransitioning by becoming blackbeard again. there's SO much visual symbolism already in this scene that's been pointed out, but the bits I wanna focus on are 1) ed LITERALLY DRAWING HER BEARD BACK ON (the thing that defines her masculinity in her eyes!!), which calls back to lucius in episode 2 saying "not all beards are actual beards". in that context he was talking about jim's fake beard hiding the fact they're not a man, and an implied proverbial beard that lucius probably had to hide his gayness. if we consider "beards" within the show as a wider metaphor for hiding an intrinsic part of yourself, whether it be pertaining to your gender or your sexuality, ed shaving hers off and then drawing it back on to play the role of blackbeard after she's verbally abused for not being masculine enough really does tell you a lot; and 2) something that dyl @lucius-spriggs pointed out about the shot of her strapping her gun back onto her belt - throughout the show and in several promo images the placement of ed's gun has made for some....very comical, it has to be said, phallic imagery, but when you consider the gun as a visual stand-in for that, her literally strapping it back onto herself after being without her weapons for the whole episode is. chilling. she's literally suiting up to "become a man" again. if you view this scene as one dealing with ed's transness and izzy attacking her for it, the "there he is" line becomes so haunting. "I serve blackbeard, not edward" is literally izzy saying ed is only safe as long as she puts back on that beard and starts performing masculinity to his standards again.

I guess the main point I want to make here is that ed's character arc largely centres around her identity crisis, namely that she doesn't really have a concrete sense of identity because she's only ever been allowed to be "blackbeard" her entire adult life, a suffocating performance of ideal masculinity that leaves no room for exploration of any other kinds of gender presentation. you see her constantly struggle with her lack of sense of self throughout the show with the way she throws around different names and personas for herself - "jeff the accountant", "the kraken", etc. - and then, in the finale, landing on "edward" after finally being given the chance to fully embrace that name when she gets sent to the academy. edward is who she wants to be, and to see her finally find an identity that makes her happy and feels like HER is so heartwarming after understanding in such visceral, heartwrenching detail how lost she felt when she couldn't perform "blackbeard" anymore despite the pressure to keep doing so, and it's so distressing to watch her be attacked for that and be forced back into being something she desperately does not want to be after she got a taste of that freedom. I guess what I'm saying is that when you consider ed's character arc and subsequent identity crisis in conjunction with the wider themes this show has of deconstructing masculinity, lifting up feminine men and trans people, and embracing queerness in all its forms, it becomes all the more compelling when you allow yourself to read her arc as a trans narrative.

I'd also like to clarify here for those confused that I'm not saying I think ed is a trans woman! there's a huge distinction between trans woman and transfem, and ed being transfem does not invalidate or take away from her identity as a gay man. transfem gay men DO exist, gay men have embraced overt femininity and done things like use she/her pronouns and medically transition for a long time and that doesn't stop them from still being gay men. what's important to understand here that in the world presented to us in the show, "blackbeard" is synonymous with "man" (he's literally the definition of what a man should be according to the rules of piracy), and by ed renouncing that identity that makes her arc inherently transfeminine. she's renouncing her masculinity and the performance of it. this is also why she's going by edward still instead of an entirely new (read: female) name, and why that is still empowering for her even if it's technically a man's name. "edward" is not necessarily female now, it's just the person she has always been underneath that hypermasculine facade, which is someone who just happens to love femininity. when she says she's happy to just be edward, all she means is that she's finally free of having to pretend to be a man, or at least what her world considers manly. "edward" loves doing laundry and singing and wearing pink and building blanket forts and kissing. it doesn't mean she's a woman now, just that she finally has the freedom to embrace something other than hypermasculinity. it's more about the empowerment of her breaking away from a constant performance of masculinity. femininity is empowering for her because it's something she's never been able to explore before, something so far removed from everything she's been forced to be for as long as she can remember. that doesn't make her any less of a gay man!

I think I totally failed at the whole "succinct" thing here so I'm gonna wrap it up now but if anyone has any follow up questions or wants to hear more of my thoughts then please don't hesitate to ask. I also think the likelihood of something like this ever being confirmed out loud in the show is pretty low, so if you're still confused or you simply can't see it I don't think you have anything to worry about. this is just one way of reading her character that makes a lot of sense to me and I get really emotional thinking about. considering it's 1717, the extent to which a canonically transfem ed could "transition" would be pretty limited, though I think it would be neat to see her playing around with pronouns and trying out different styles of dressing next season if they decided to lean more into this. basically I just think it's a really interesting and compelling way to read her character and you actually do not have to do any work to see it past just going into the show with an open mind. I love transfem ed. she's my best friend and I hope I inspired you to read more into this idea yourself <3

#thanks to the besties in the discord for helping me work on this and betaing it for me ilysm #our flag means death #meta tag #ask

[moorishflower]

Wanted to let you know that I LOVE the conversation with Desire in Here there be dragons (which, btw, the title, the meditations on how to make the map infinite again in the face of like, current small/limited-world angst, woven together SO well). First off, excellent emotional beat, of course it would be Desire themself who could make Hob most clearly go "forget what everyone thinks is reasonable or possible for me, I *want* to understand wtf is happening right now". But honestly just kinda delighted at the other viewpoint into the Endless family drama about, apparently, this whole entire universe's existence.

Like, the whole multiverse premise (if I read it right), of a world in which Dream comes out the other side of being able to pursue what he wants AND change, AND do what he needs to do without self-destruction, the idea that he chose to do this so that he could have a universe within him where those two versions of him were one and the same, and maybe even possibly help bridge gaps between those versions of him in other realities? Fantastic.

But like, having Desire there for it for a bit also brings out some of the inherent comedy in the situation too because like. It is Just Like Dream to be on a universe reset and go "what would it take to make a universe where I circumvent the most tragic aspects of [canon events]" and to (somehow) go "ah yes, clearly the only solution for this problem is that we all be sea creatures". I just love love the irritation in Desire here as they all regain broader understanding/consciousness of their function and take a new form and then look around at this universe with new eyes and now have the context to go "Yo, Dream, what - and I cannot stress this enough -- the FUCK?"

Idk, it was just such a fantastic little extra moment of levity I was reading into the wonderfully somber vibe of some of these moments that is just so fitting for all the characters involved.

Ahhh hello hello! I am SO so glad you liked the fic, I've got a lot of feelings about the "change or die" aspect of Dream, and how that's his tragic flaw is that he either CAN'T change or can only change very slowly! He's set himself in a fixed narrative and, because stories are all he is, he doesn't have the authorial power to change it!

But you know who WOULD? Daniel.

I've made a big point to say that Daniel DOES NOT appear in Here there be dragons, because he doesn't! But there's another reality out there where everything proceeded according to canon, that Dream prepared his elaborate suicide attempt, that Daniel Hall the child became the vessel for Dream of the Endless and meanwhile Morpheus was allowed at last the chance to rest. Leaving behind people who loved him.

And what if Daniel, who was once human, who has a spark of human imagination and free will in him, decided to try and change that? There are countless aspects of Dream of the Endless, of which Daniel is only one, so what's the creation of one more? All that's needed is for someone to dream it hard enough. Say, someone like Hob, grieving his friend? Someone like Death, grieving her brother? Dreams only need a little push to become new stories. Stories very easily become reality.

Daniel doesn't appear in Here there be dragons because Daniel, in another time and another reality, is tapping his fingers together and wondering why the FUCK everything turned out sea monsters, but this is the most successful iteration of Morpheus-merged-with-Dream to date, and so he's just. Not going to poke at it too hard.

(The difference is the satiation of hunger and longing. Being allowed to be monstrous in your wanting. Being encouraged to be too much!)

(In another reality, Desire is HATING this entire thing because the thing that's allowed their least favorite sibling to actually grow and flourish as a creature? Is fulfilling his DESIRES? Is indulging his WANTS and his HUNGERS? What the FUCK, Daniel? Daniel shrugs. I don't know why you're so upset, he says. Look how much happier this other version of Dream is!

I don't care if he's happy, Desire says, I want LEGS again.)

#ask response #siren au

[colorcodedbeanies]

S2E3- "Bit by a Dead Bee"

Vince Gilligan loves to make men walk out of a desert.

TW: Racism, misogyny, sexual harassment, police brutality, dismemberment allusions. This fucking cake also.

So Walt's tactic here is basically sound. While its definitely going to be tricky to maintain its not the strangest thing in the world for a guy with terminal cancer and a variety of other stress to have a full-blown dissociative episode. The issue is Walt cannot COMMIT for the life of him. He sure will try to leverage it as an excuse to not continue with his physical treatment, but the second anyone attempts to categorize it as a psychological issue he squirms. Even though its arguably an easier lie to maintain. He resists therapy, resists anything that would categorize him as "unsound". Because again. The image of the patriarch is far, far more important than even his own life.

Marie asking with concern "It wasn't Whole Foods, was it" is its own race analysis

He's not the only one. We're waiting an episode to get into Hank's own feelings on the firefight. For now, let's focus on the reactions of those around them. Junior expresses some childish delight in it, telling his barely recovered father "Uncle Hank wasted him" like he can't wait to say it. Skyler and Marie express a little more concern, but Marie waves it off, telling her "he's indestructible, you know that". His superiors cheer, and his office makes him a present of Tuco's grill. Not quite a body part, but it is undeniably. A hunting trophy for a human being. I also think its notable that the gift presentation is positioned alongside Cake!Hank (Cank) being cut up. Violence takes people into pieces. Even when they win.

Jesse is becoming more and more isolated from his friendgroup. Badger doesn't really have context for the source of Jesse's fear and jumpiness but he is undeniably falling outside of Jesse's experience bracket. This further encourages Jesse to depend on Walt exclusively. Like he says last season. Who else do they have to talk to about this stuff.

Once again. A fully armed squadron to ambush two people. Police paranoia of everyone and everything leading to entirely disproportionate violence

The interrogation of Jesse and Wendy is functionally a greatest hits of Hank's bigotry. He's sexist and sexual towards Wendy (AGAIN) and in such a distinct way that it triggers her memory of him. He also makes sexually charged comments towards Jesse. On top of all of that, there's just some. From the hip anti-Asian racism about a hypothetical Chinese place they may have ordered from. And it finally reaps negative consequences. Wendy, despite her fear, gets angry enough with him to clam up. His disrespect for Jesse means he can't actually start to piece together what he's lying about. And his inability to take Steve's warnings about Hector seriously mean he wastes a lot of time for a literal shitload of nothing. He runs out the clock on how long he can hold them hostage, and gets nothing but a vendetta that is going to continue to haunt his career.

Doesn't stop him from being racist to Steve later in the episode but I digress. "Your late homie"....

The therapist listing a potential circumstance where Walt could get shot by the police while disassociating is both a real valid concern and also. Pretty damning so far as American law enforcement is concerned.

Walt lists Junior's cerebral palsy as another source of his stress. Again: I don't doubt its a stressful circumstance for a parent to have a child with serious medical issues for most of his life. Through no fault of Junior's its a huge medical strain and likely was a traumatic experience for both Walt and Skyler whenever he first started showing symptoms. However, its another case of Walt positioning Junior's disability as a drain on his life, another way he's been screwed over. Its a human reaction. Its also just very autism mommy, for lack of a better term. Contrasted with Junior's stern reminders to drink his juice, it sets up something very specific about who's more of an adult about their medical circumstances.

#breaking bad #brba #analysis tag #long post #walter white #jesse pinkman #hank schrader #walter white jr #steve gomez #hector salamanca #brba s2 e3

[therealnuclearplatypus]

random solangelo hcs cuz i don't do much of those (have i even ever?)—

will :)

ayo okay so let's just start off by saying will ain't ur soft boi stereotype okay

my bitch is texas born n raised y'all, he gets pissed sUPER easily (he better get to go fuckin apeshit in the upcoming solangelo novel or im throwing hands). nico is made out to be the scarier one, but its only because the times his rage truly erupts in a way that terrifies are few and far between so they seem a lot scarier than they would be if he did it on the daily like will does.

ffs this boy snaps at people if they take too long to cut him a bandage like "sweet HOLY lawd I'll just do it myself next time" but doesn't actually

but he gets over his little hissy fits quite easily so that's fine

he got his tattoo from a sibling who's not a year-rounder and is training to be a tattoo artist. even though he was like, what, fifteen when he got it, his big sib didn't really care because will knows what he's doing

except not really, people forget he's human too, not just 'the medic' or 'the sunshine guy'

anw he showed it to nico all excited and nico almost drooled

will likes roller-skating, fight me👊

he also tries vaping one time and stops because he liked it so much he knew he'd get addicted

same as when he smoked weed once. also nico had gotten really worried when he'd heard and will didn't wanna make him worry

but then when they grew older they both ended up smoking pot from time to time anyways

nico :)

nico likes to read shakespeare. his favourite play is twelfth night because that is also my favourite shakespearean play i don't make the rules except i do

he also has a soft spot for romantic poetry. it pisses him off to no end when people say "oh, you like love poems? i didn't think you would like those kinds of things" because first off, why the hell wouldn't he? (he's secretly a hopeless romantic, much to will's delight). and secondly, he means poems of the romantic MOVEMENT. the romantic POETS. yeats, shelley, those guys. his personal favourite is keats, and his favourite poem is la belle dame sans merci. (this one is basically all me but im projecting onto nico okay don't judge me)

he occasionally writes poetry himself but never shows them to anyone, not even will. they're his own thing. will knows he writes them, but he knows not to ask to read them (as much as he'd like to) because they're nico's private space. (sorry, projecting again 😞)

one time nico was hanging out with drew in the aphrodite cabin (nico×drew friendship >>>) and she was painting her nails all glittery n pink, when she jokingly grabbed the black nail polish and painted nico's pinky. he didn't even flinch and she ended up painting all ten fingernails and that's how nico got into painting his nails

p i e r c i n g s !!

like, i. canNOT. stress this enough. he has like a bajillion on his ears, two on his lip, a septum nose ring, and he even dared to get one on his left eyebrow. will loves em

he lets his hair grow out a bit. not, like, reeeaaally long. just, wolfcut style, ig? and he ties it up in a smol bun or ponytail and will is LIVING for it

he also wears skirts from time to time, just for will. he also gets a moon tattoo on his left pectoral to match will's sun tattoo on his right pec

he steals will's shirts because what else are boyfriends for

he likes to draw but isn't very good at drawing people. landscapes, though? mary mother of christ hes talented at those. whenever he draws one from tartarus whoever sees them has to physically repress a shudder at their vivid detail

he has a gap between his two front teeth that was a lot wider when he was little but is still kinda noticeable now

solangelo :)

they're both little spoon and big spoon. they both need to protect and be protected.

they communicate in italian (nico is italian, italian is the language of music, yadda yadda yadda)

nico plays the piano and will can sorta twang the harp? so sometimes they just sit together and play and it brings them peace

they're both MASSIVE mcr fans shut up you know its true

so's thalia and percy too a bit so one time all four of em go see a concert and will admits that gerard way was his bi awakening and nico's like "i know that"

they watched glee and lowkey loved it but they like laughing at mr schue

they have matching heartstopper pfps on insta <33

nico has charlie and will has nick duhh

they also have matching bios! they change it often but it always matches :]]

they also match jewellery (im just manifesting couple goals for myself atp)

they watched young royals and now have a picture of august's head on a dartboard just so they can throw darts at him (nico occasionally throws knives)

when nico meets naomi he's initially really scared, but naomi ends up loving him to bits and tells will he's lucky they're dating or else she would've adopted him

they end up getting married at like 18-ish and go live in washington dc, because nico wanted to go back there, and will becomes a paediatrician and nico a professor of literature. they live with the most dramatic-ass fucking cat and a little daughter named bianca maria di angelo-solace :>

yeahh okay bye <3

#rick riordan #read riordan #pjo hoo toa #pjo #hoo #toa #percyjackson #percy jackson #the heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #camp jupiter #camp half blood camp jupiter #camp halfblood #rr #rrverse #riordanverse #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #will x nico #nico x will #will solace x nico di angelo #nico di angelo x will solace #solangelo headcanon #nico di angelo headcanon #will solace headcanon #nico pjo #will pjo

[anxietiefling]

(i'm planning to put all of my little moments and fragments i've written on tumblr bit by bit, instead of stressing myself out over not having enough time, skill, or experience to draft complete plots. i've been writing shadowgast twin bits since feburary, i wanna make them see the light of day!)

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His Undercommon is still shoddy at best; if anything, overhearing the small attempts at conversation Essek is having with the girls is benefiting Caleb just as well, even if it does place his conversational skills at the level of a two-year-old. The increasingly familiar cadence catches him off-guard, nonetheless. He avoids the creakiest floorboards and looks out for errant cats as he tries to get closer to the living room and glances down the corridor into the open door.

Essek has his back turned halfway to the door, sitting on his haunches with arms outstretched in what Caleb assumes is the direction of the playpen set up near the bookshelves. The firelight frames him in a soft golden glow, turning his white hair into spun gold at the edges. From this angle, Caleb can’t see but hear the delighted noise of a well entertained child, before a colorful wooden toy with painted wheels collides with respectable speed against Essek’s thigh. The squeal gets a little louder, followed by a clap of tiny hands and words Caleb can’t decipher. Essek’s reply is uncharacteristically soft and bright, consonants somehow even smoother than usual.

Caleb has never learned Elvish despite the ungodly amount of arcane research he would open himself up to by doing so. Celestial was a choice that preceded his ability for Comprehend Languages or Tongues; the unfamiliar syllables provided a distraction from too familiar thoughts turning into empty stares and a mind separating from its body. The small booklet he had managed to steal once was quickly exhausted in its vocabulary and array of grammar rules, but it was a foreign element, untainted by memory. He knows, from many conversations and despite Essek’s reluctance to speak his native language around other people when not strictly necessary, that Undercommon is much harsher than its Elven origin. He also knows that Essek misses the versatility, the poetic qualities his mother tongue holds over Common. Caleb can relate; he would never describe Zemnian as an elegant language, but there are concepts of comfort and a sense of grounding he cannot convey in Common either.

The wooden toy on the floor makes a swift return without even being touched and then shoots, gentler, back towards its recipient, where it is received with another small shout of delight. This time, Caleb thinks he can decipher the sound as an actual word, begging to go faster – qeeh! QEEH!

When the toy returns, a subtle flick of Essek’s hand guides it away from his kneecap and turns it right around in a circle around his back, before rolling back. A noise of protest is followed by a tiny hand pounding on the floor, then a giggle.

„Vel'klar xunus ol alu? Hm, vel?“

„THERE“

„Vel, ussta’ssussun?“

„There! Gaer! Dada!“

„Llaar? Lor’sohna.“

Sohna, again, is a syllable Caleb recognizes. For a moment, the room is quiet, then a shriek and a laugh as, assumedly, the toy is rediscovered, and pushed back heavily again. This time, when setting it on its return voyage, Essek lets it hit an invisible air cushion. He leans back slightly, and Caleb can see his ears twitch the way he would in confusion. The commitment to the bit is more than endearing.

“Ve’bol nin, ssussun?”

“Faster!”

Essek pushes again, but the toy doesn’t budge. Caleb grins at the increasing amount of regret he puts into his voice.

“Ol orn naut alu. Taudl. “ A shuffle interrupts his attempt at apology, then the taper of tiny feet as they cross the wooden floor. Finally, Caleb can see Nima toddle with single minded focus towards the unfaithful toy. She stops in front of it and looks down, hand outstretched, before hesitating and looking back up to Essek.

“Dada queeh?”

“Usstan xuat zhaun. Ifa?“

Nima waits another moment, almost suspicious, before kneeling down the way toddlers do, her tiny diaper-puffed bottom almost touching the ground as she gently taps the toy with one hand. It jostles slightly, causing her to fall back in surprise and immediately get up again, eyes wide and her mouth a little lovely o-shape. Her hands grab the toy and press it into her chest, when her small face turns towards the door and breaks into a sudden smile.

“Paaapa!”

Toy immediately dropped and forgotten, she waddles towards the corridor, met by no small amount of affectionate sheepishness, as Caleb picks her up and sets her down on his hip.

“Machst du wieder Sachen, Spatz?“ he asks in a conspirational tone.

„Macht Dada Quatsch mit deinem Wagen?“

Instead of a reply, she hums and waves her arms, then lays down her face on his shoulder.

Essek’s eyes find his with an expression he can’t quite decipher before it is gone too quickly and replaced by a fond smile. He carefully puts the wooden toy aside and rises into his feet, meeting Caleb halfway at the doorframe.

“Spying on me?”

“Just enjoying the program.”

“She will juggle around three languages before we know it and then we have to find something none of our friends can teach them both to have some private conversations.”

The odd expression is back, and this time the smile doesn’t manage to hide it.

“I am sure they would still find a way.”

“Is Sasha already asleep?”

“As far as I know, soundly, yes. This one needed a little more tiring out, it seems.”

As if to prove the point, Nima drops her upper body back over Caleb’s arm and giggles as he quickly adjusts his hold on her. Then her face is split by an enormous yawn. For the first time, it occurs to Caleb that the small upper fangs already visible should probably unsettle him more in his soft toddler daughter’s face, but he can’t help the wave of affection that sweeps through him, when she rubs her eyes and lays back down again against his chest.

“I would say it worked. I can put her down.”

“I will stay down for a moment longer, if you want to join me.”

“Always.”

By the time Caleb has almost soundlessly dressed Nima in her nightclothes and put her down in the crib, she is already dozing off and fast asleep by the time her head touches the mattress.

The peace will not hold, especially when her sister had already been asleep, but for the moment, he takes in the sight of the small, dusky faces, sleep-flushed in muted tones, silvery strands of hair squished against the fabric of the mattress.

When he re-enters the living room, Essek is curled up on the couch in the way he expresses a maximum of comfort: head against the armrest, legs propped up, a dozing Verushka loafed on his stomach. He seems lost in thought, as his hands mechanically glide through the fur, and it takes a moment before his eyes focus on Caleb. He stretches his legs out to come to rest across Caleb’s lap as he sits down, careful not to jostle the for once content ball of black fur on his torso.

Caleb rests his palm on a thigh, just above the knee and lets the silence embrace them for a moment, gently thumbing over the cat-hair-covered fabric of Essek’s trousers.

“What did say to her back there?” Essek asks quietly, eyes closed and voice even.

It is clear he doesn’t expect an explanation.

“Just asking her whether you were stealing her toys again.”

One eye opens, enough for gentle reproach, before falling closed again.

“Zemnian conspiracies, I see. I cannot defend myself.”

“It probably matches the Xhorhasian conspiracies I am not privy too.”

Caleb didn’t mean to sound so serious, and he knows he needs to elaborate, when Essek looks at him fully now, a small frown forming on his face.

“I am just saying that my Undercommon skills will probably not improve fast enough to keep up between you and the girls.”

Essek’s voice is very level when he replies, “you make it sound as if they will acquire proper fluency, when the only person they can speak it with is an increasingly assimilated drow in exile.”

There is another statement in here Caleb tries to decipher before coming up with an answer. He trusts Essek enough to say what is on his mind, despite the dry obfuscation, so he takes the leap.

“Why are you so reluctant of keeping them close to this part of their heritage?”

Judging by the tension under his palms and the stilled hands, before he resumes petting Verushka, Essek didn’t expect the precision of the question. He weighs his words for a few moments, before pushing them into Caleb’s comfortable, patient silence.

“It is not so much a matter of me keeping them from their heritage. If anything, I am at danger of distorting this heritage. They might want to find out more about their birth parents one day, but how likely is it that they will need me or our shared language for this? They live in a city that speaks Common. Their friends speak Common. “ He notices Caleb’s intake of breath and holds up a hand. “In the Empire, even whatever Zemnian they learn would still be of more use to them. Even here,” he gestures around to insinuate Nicodranas, “there are so few drow, and it is not because of the sunlight, Caleb. You speak of heritage when it might as well become a burden, to be fully baptized in the culture and the language of what is still considered by many an abomination from the Underdark.”

“And yet, you speak it to them.”

There is another moment of comfortable silence, before Essek replies, quietly.

“Maybe it is me trying to reminiscence of home, after all. I am but a selfish creature. We’ve established this.”

#critical role #ficlet #my writing #shadowgast #shadowgast twins #listen i can't write outlines or plots for shit #but i gently offer you a morsel of softness #parentgast is a hill i'm camping on and i'm dying to talk about it

[pamprinninja]

'Standard Clitoris™'

Apologies for those that read the title with confusion and / or an injured sense of propriety; there is critical context here, I promise!

Act I:

Two years ago, I contacted Mt. Sinai's Center For Transgender Medicine And Surgery; with the intent of pursuing gender reassignment.

(The people there are lovely; but this was still an incredibly involved and rather stressful process, as (a) my health insurer required numerous hurdles be jumped before they would authorize the surgery; and (b) the Mt. SInai health system is located in New York, whereas I am quite definitively not.)

I ended up consulting with renowned vaginoplasty surgeon Dr. Miro Djordjevic. For those not in the know, Dr. Miro originates from Serbia; and while he speaks excellent English, he also has a flair for creating unusual turns of phrase that are as delightful as they are unexpected.

To transcribe this conversation (to the best of my recollection):

"Dr. Miro - what level of control do you have over the appearance of the new vulva?"

"Oh, Lauren; many young girls, they come in here with pictures of other women, they say: 'Dr. Miro, please can you make my new vagina look like this'. And I say, 'I cannot, I am sorry; for the final appearance is very dependent on your individual anatomy'. However, I understand this, and I will give you a very good vagina, a very beautiful vagina; you will see."

"Ah! This makes sense to me. Let me rephrase my question: once I am healed, I hope to have my clitoris pierced; but I understand that this requires the anatomy to be a certain way."

"Lauren, in many surgeries, you are the first girl that has asked this. But! The clitoris, this I can change! You tell me what size your clitoris should be, and I will do this for you."

Act II:

Thus, I visited my local piercing parlor; and provided my piercer with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to specify the exact dimensions and (and other qualities) of the clitoris that they would, in future, be piercing.

The takeaways were surprisingly straightforward:

The clitoris needed to be large enough to pierce (with an overall diameter of 10mm suggested as an appropriate target).

There needed to be sufficient space between the clitoris and clitoral hood to comfortably fit a Q-Tip.

So armed, I prepared for the day of surgery (atale in its own right).

Act III:

It is the 9th of February, 2023; and I am currently sitting in the pre-op room, meeting the vast team of individuals who will shortly be participating in the surgical revamp of my genitalia (or the critical task of ensuring that I remain wholly unconscious during said revamp, but not so unconscious that, say, my heart stops).

It is here that I see Dr. Miro once again; and remind him of our previous conversation and my subsequent fact-finding mission regarding clitoral anatomy as it pertains to piercing suitability:

"Okay, so: my piercer says that the clitoris should be around 10mm in diamater; and that there should be enough space between the clitoris and hood to fit a Q-Tip."

...To which Dr. Miro wryly shook his head, and proceeded to hew from his English lexicon a brand-new term that has lived with me ever since:

"Lauren, Lauren! Why didn't you say? This is Standard Clitoris™! This is what I was going to give you anyway!"

...And so it was, as I rapidly drifted towards my robotically-assisted neovaginal destiny (and away from consciousness), that the primary thought looping through my mind was: "I should have known: the Standard Clitoris™"!

#trans #mtf #gender reassignment surgery #standard clitoris™

[hirako5hinji]

[ UNPROMPTED | ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] 

@hardasstaichou​​​ asked: 

' oi, you, me. we're going drinking. now. ' stares at him with his arms folded across his chest. kensei hardly went drinking and hardly left work to go drinking either, but this was an exception.

         He has been an absolute machine lately, clearing piles after piles of paperwork without pause at an unprecedented rate. His overall efficiency the last couple of weeks has increased so exponentially, that for once in a very long time, there is actually more going into his out tray than coming onto his in tray. His astonished lieutenant is constantly sticking her head out the window to check the sky, just to make sure that it isn’t in danger of falling on their heads or that they are about to face yet another life threatening invasion. There is no imminent danger, yet the entire Gobantai is somehow aware that there is something very wrong about their usually laidback captain-

          ...All because Shinji has been meticulously and calmly plowing through work. Non-stop. There are no other signs, but just this one alone is enough to be incredibly alarming. The man is a slacker who is known to do as little as possible, but when he buckles down, his efficiency easily outpaces even that of a certain uptight Captain of the Tenth, much to the initial delight, and then subsequent horror of his men. When Kensei arrived at the entrance of the office, seemingly like a heroic saint haloed in holy light to deliver unto them salvation, the harried-looking Seated Officers of the Gobantai gazed upon the silver-haired visored like he has just singlehandedly founded their new religion and reason for living-

          Shinji squints suspiciously as his old friend for a good while, one long, narrow hand still firmly grasping his brush, in the midst of penning a brisk approval for a mission request. It’s already past dusk, and standing by his side and slightly behind him in attendance, one of his officers has his hands clasped together in a desperate prayer directed at the Kyuubantai Taichous, as if wordlessly begging ‘Take him, please just take him already!!’ but Shinji does not seem to notice his subordinate’s antics. “ ...Hey. Since when are ya the type ‘ta invite people ‘ta go drinkin’, Kensei? ”

          He is not entirely dense or oblivious enough to fail at guessing the reason behind the other visored’s intentional visit, and for that concern, Shinji returns with candid sincerity, odd as it sounds. “ If yer here ‘coz of what’s goin' on between Hiyori and I, I ‘preciate it. We’re workin’ through some stuff. ” Despite the deliberate suppression, the tendrils of stress still creep through eventually, and his controlled mien wavers, finally revealing that he is not as serenely put together as one may think. He is worried, he is very worried. All the other soldiers still working in the office are dismissed for the night, before Shinji speaks, again.  

               “ I cannot see Hiyori now, but since yer free, why don’t ya look in on her in my stead? I said some pretty heavy things ‘ta her the other day... ” Trailing off, he thinks back to their last conversation. The truth has been harsh...but also necessary. They have been having problems in their relationship, because of her certain behaviors. He has given her all the time and support necessary to correct the issues, but they are not getting better. Something is not right...and try as he may, it’s not something that he can fix. At this rate, this marriage is heading straight for ruin, unless an intervention happens...or Hiyori figures out why she is always behaving in ways to savage the one she claims to love the most-  

#hardasstaichou #||αѕкѕ #[ kensei!! help this hopeless stupido of a couple!! ]

[universalistotalis]

Lust and Love

Your Haikyuu faves

!!! Minors DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warning: nsfw, explicit smut and language, established relationship

WC: 1.3k

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You must be the first wonder of the world.

He thought that to himself as he stared at you in awe at how calm, collected, and classy you were being when just an hour ago, you were whining, crying, and begging, out of your mind from the orgasms he gave you.

You were both invited to a dinner party with all his friends. It was wine night so everyone was dressed in fancy clothes. And you, being the beauty that you were, simply gleamed in the candlelight. Your skin was a creamy delight and your soft chuckles tickled his senses, turning him on so badly. He never felt this hunger, this lust for anyone he met.

But he knew he never loved like he loved you either. So all these foreign feelings bubbled up inside of him, ready to burst, ready to fill you up—

“Hey babe.” You called out to him across the table. Your eyes that were so soft and innocent contrasted his that were blown wide, dilated with desire. “Do you want their featured dessert? I know it’s your favorite.”

Your hand enveloped his at your inquiry. His heart skipped beats at the normal question and flames crept up his skin, igniting every nerve ending in his body. And the most fucked up of it all was that you were oblivious to all of this. So oblivious of the lustful gazes his teammates and the waiters gave you. So oblivious of how enchanting you were. So fucking oblivious of the growing bulge in his freakin’ pants.

“Sure, baby. I’d like that.” You didn’t even notice the drop in his voice. The vibrating baritone was enough to make the other girls in the table stare at him in awe.

“Alright.” You said, ordering what he wants but still not letting go of his hand. He took advantage of it too, playing with your fingers and admiring how small and delicate they were compared to his. These always gave him a sense of protectiveness. He wanted to keep you safe at all times, make you feel so loved and special. He’ll give you the world if he could because that’s how you make him feel.

You make him feel invincible and the only man you’d ever lay eyes upon. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the others trying to pry your attention away because the way you looked so lovingly at him was enough to put him at ease.

He was trying to behave all evening because he knew how flustered you’d get when he decides to play in public. Oh, how he would love to break you in front of everyone but you’ve been such a good girl for him that he’ll save you this once.

So when both of you were in the privacy of his car, he immediately attacks you with hungry kisses and lust- filled touches. His hands roamed, squeezing your breasts to kneading your ass. His mind was clouded with how good you felt, at how soft, and at how responsive you were being.

“Do you even know what you fucking do to me?” He whispered, gripping on your hair as he made you face him. “You’re so damned beautiful and you’re mine. Aren’t you, princess?”

“Yes, I’m all yours.” You whimpered. “I love you.”

Those three words turned him to mush. With a growl, he crashed his mouth into yours again, coaxing it open, to fuck inside with his tongue. You moaned loud and lewdly against him, earning you a smirk that was sure to make you gush out.

“Isn’t my baby, the sweetest? Hmm?” Now, his nose was tracing the curves of your throat as you exposed everything you have for him. “You’re so good to me. I should reward you.”

He was about to slip your dress off of your form but your hands abruptly stopped him.

Immediately, he looked into your eyes, concerned. “Is everything alright, baby? We can stop if you don’t want to continue. Just tell me.”

“No, I just—“ You swallowed. It was always him doing the work when you two do the deed. “I want to make you feel good.”

His eyes softened as he reached for your cheeks. “Baby, you make me feel good all the time. Don’t worry—“

“No!” You pouted and frowned. After seeing all the girls eye him so seductively all evening, you felt hot as possessiveness and jealousy filled you to the brim! This was the first time you ever felt an animalistic, a primal need to mark him as yours. So with new determination, you grasped his jaw, leaning in close, to stare into the depths of his irises. “I’ll make you feel good tonight because you’re mine.”

His mouth was agape at the sudden change in your demeanor. For the first time in his sex life was he utterly speechless and willing to be under someone’s discretion.

You caressed him in all his favorite spots. Lips to his adam’s apple, fingers gliding, making their way into his pants. The car was getting hotter, condensation fogged the glass windows, and there he was, praying, thanking all the gods for creating this woman in front of him.

Your breath fanned the front of his briefs as he immediately reclined and moved his chair full-on backwards to make space. A smirk played at your lips and fucking god, does that make him crazy.

But it drives him completely insane as you locked gazes with him while taking his throbbing cock out then resting it on your soft cheeks. “All mine.” You purred before kissing the helmet, making him let out the loudest moan you’ve heard from him.

It was the way you were acting all dominant, so sure of yourself, so sinful and seductive that made him lose control. His cheeks were all red in shame at what just transpired. He didn’t mean it, he just was so fucking turned on!

“Baby, I—“

At first, you were surprised at the unexpected cum that blasted to your face but then a surge of power charged your very soul. So while he spurted out his early seed, you took him in, letting him ride his high through your mouth. You were so determined to make him cum more than once, to elicit those beautiful sounds from that pretty mouth of his. It was your turn to fuck him dumb.

And fuck him you did.

“Baby, we still need to go home.” He whined, as you continued to suck after his third orgasm.

You chuckled, the sounds reverberated in his skin, making him clench his fists and making him hard again. “Awww, can my baby still drive?”

It was his turn to smirk as he pulled you to his chest. He can’t help but feel proud of you for letting yourself lead, for letting him feel that much pleasure. “I never had to let out that much cum in my whole life. And what, you made me do it under minutes?”

Your cheeks felt hot all of a sudden at his bluntness. He noticed your sudden shyness and he touched his nose with yours. “Silly, there’s no point getting all shy now.” His goofy smile turned into something sincere as he took in all of your features in the dark, so gorgeous and fucked, all for him. “I love you, you know that right? I am smitten with all that you do and I am forever thankful that I met you. I am all yours too.”

“I love you.” You smiled and embraced his broad figure that you have called home.

“Now, why don’t we go home and continue what we started?” He hummed and kissed your cheek.

You laughed with him, gripping on his body tighter. “I’d like that.”

“Good, because I won’t be letting you sleep tonight.”

——

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This is my first smutshot. I don’t know what to say HAHAHAHA but yeah

Never thought I’d try to write one but here we are. Have a great week ahead 😉

Masterlist!!!

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Lesson Learnt: Chapter Twenty One

Lesson Learnt Masterlist

Warning- Obsessive Tendencies/Behaviour, Implied Heavy Psychological Manipulation, Hints of Drugging, Explicit Smut

****

The stress you had almost grown accustomed to had almost vanished, credit to Dr Byun, and your husband's endless efforts.

"I'm glad that you are feeling better, no more strange dreams there?"

Mr Byun's sessions were engaging enough for you to look forward to, especially when he helped you remember so much. How you and Jungkook had met through the internet, how things turned deeper gradually before a nasty break up. And how you both ran into each other again at a mutual friend’s party before eventually making up. Even though you could not remember much of the post-break up period, it was alright, Mr Byun suggested you not take any stress.

"No, no more strange dreams Mr Byun, and I'm glad they're gone, I used to feel so restless."

It had been a month since your drastic improvement, especially from drowsiness. The recurring dreams of a faceless man had disappeared as well. And you were relieved. Those dreams would leave you in tears as soon as you would wake up. There was a strange hollowness you felt every time you dreamt of the same, faceless, nameless man. Yet there was a strange attachment to that figure.

You and Jungkook were still working on making your relationship better, mending what had been broken. And so far, you could not have asked for a better start.

"Trust me, Mrs Jeon, I'm more than delighted myself. Your husband cannot bear to see you even in the slightest bit of discomfort."

You smiled before your eyes flickered to the grand wedding picture that hung on the wall behind Dr Byun. A smile graced your lips as you gazed at it before resuming to look into Mr Byun's eyes.

"Oh, believe me, Mr Byun, he would take up the house over his head at the slightest show of discomfort. Sometimes though, it feels a bit too much."

You sighed out, thinking of how protective your husband had been, he was too afraid of you catching a cold, so even the balcony was restricted for the time being, although it was the prime of summer.

"Mr Jeon has been through a lot, you know that he is too afraid to lose you. I have seen his plight, believe me. Just listen to him, it is would reassure him." You nodded, silently taking in Mr Byun's advice.

"How is the session going on here?"

You turned your eyes at the door, surprised at Jungkook's voice intervening. There he stood, with a loosened-up tie and the white shirt that suited him so well. His long hair was perfectly done, but nothing matched his smile as soon as his eyes met yours.

"Jungkook, you're early!" Your mood brightened further at the sight of your husband, rising from the sofa, you rushed to him before he captured your lips into a heart-melting kiss.

Perhaps both of you were too indulged as Mr Byun had to resort to deliberate coughing to have his presence be noted. You flushed at the realisation, immediately regretting the loss of your restraints at the poor man's slightly red face.

"I believe the session is done for today, your wife has been showing excellent progress, she will be better in no time at this rate." With that and a formal greeting in Korean you had heard multiple times, Mr Byun took his leave, leaving you and Jungkook alone in the guest room.

"He must have felt so awkward." you felt embarrassed yourself.

Jungkook tsked at your words before lifting you off the ground and began to carry you upstairs, into your shared bedroom.

"No, don't worry about him, he has nothing to do with a couple's romance. Have been eating well?"

"Mhm, how could the servants defy you after all? You, on the other hand, have been wearing yourself out. You can loosen up now Kookie, I'm all better now. I even remember some moments of our wedding day."

Jungkook's beaming smile returned at your words. He chuckled before letting your feet hit the floor again once both of you were in the bedroom.

"Really? Do you remember the wedding night then, Baby?" You slapped his shoulder at his comment, earning a burst of playful laughter from him "I sure, can never forget that night though..."

His breathy voice reached was accompanied by his slightly laboured breathing hitting the crook of your neck as he peppered sweet kisses over your neck, trailing to your jaws before he took your lips into his again into a passionate, hot kiss.

"I can make you remember, right now. Won't you want that Baby?"

You smiled into the kiss at his muffled words before holding his neck and letting your fingers run through his hair, you loved the feeling of his soft, smooth tresses brushing against your fingers.

With a groan, Jungkook's quick hands lifted the blouse you wore, running free on your bare waist and over your clothed mounds. You gasped at his brutish actions once he got rid of your blouse, the pants were next to go and before you knew it, both of your bare bodies were on the bed, him hovering over you as he pinned you on the bed.

**Smut**

"I have been waiting for this moment you know? For so long, I had been holding back, and I cannot get off our last moment like this together from my head. That is how I have painted you. And I shall paint your fucked out form against after this, my personal treasure."

Jungkook's voice came out as breathy, you could even barely hear him over your thundering heart and the warm sensation spreading all over your body. His fingers came to graze over your inner thighs as he gently spread your legs apart. A devilish smile graced his lips before they came crashing down to capture yours.

You moaned as his tongue dipped into your mouth, while his fingers inched closer to your core before you felt them grazing your opening. When his lips pulled back, a string of saliva kept them connected to your lips before it was broken off

"You're not wet enough, we can't have that..."

The next moment, he leaned back before throwing your legs over his toned shoulders. You tried to scramble away in surprise but his firm hold prevented that before you gasped out aloud at soon as his head dipped between your legs and his breath fanned over your core

"Will you be my good girl and stay put, Jagi?"

You could swear that your husband's voice was deeper than before, and all you could do, with your suddenly parched throat, was to send a noncommital, nervous sound before you felt palm colliding against your clit.

"Words!" He slightly rose his head so that his firm gaze could meet your nervous one as he watched you chew your lips in silence.

"Y-yes, yes, I will stay put." ou managed to gasp out before his eyes gleamed wickedly

"That's right, Jagi" And with those words, he wedged his head further in between your legs before you felt his lips taking in your nub, making your back arch slightly.

"Jungkook!"

You gasped out as he continued to suck your nub, the sensation felt foreign, but it was too pleasurable to even try to have any other thought in your mind, all you could feel was Jungkook's lips sucking your nub and the wetness gathering in.

You gasped once more when you felt him entering two fingers, the squelching sound made you realise how terrible wet you were. But you did not have even a moment to ponder as his fingers reached deep within you and rubbed on a spot that elicited moans from your lips and made you roll your eyes back, with your husband's name leaving your lips as sounds of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back as soon as he entered another finger and continued to fold them in the perfect angle, hitting the spot repeatedly until you felt your walls clasping tighter against the fingers, his lips sucked on your nub harder and that was enough to tumble you down into the fall of a toe-curling release as you buckled your hips and screamed put his name.

“Perfect…Just…” the rest, he growled out in his mother tongue.

The language you wished to learn but Jungkook did not want you to go through any stress at present.

You felt him taking his fingers out immediate, making you whine at the loss of touch, but the feeling was short-lived as his tongue and lips replaced his fingers. His hands gripped on your thighs and spread them apart further as he continued to lap on your wetness, intruding his tongue into your opening like a man starved. And all you could feel was how his tongue rubbed against your walls and your nub, it slid into your tightening walls and coaxed out the screams of pleasure from you. He continued his sinful actions as you rode through your high and felt the knot in your abdomen tightening again. But soon he pulled away and rose, giving you the unforgettable view of your release dribbling down his chin and coating his lips, even the tip of his nose shone with it.

His lips parted into a wolfish half-smile before he straightened up further to position himself between your legs "Who is your husband?"

"You, it is you Jungkook, I'm married to you." You breathed out

"That's right, we are fucking married!"

He growled out before swiftly plunging himself in, earning a strangled cry from you as you felt yourself tightening around him, making him throw his head back.

"You are so fucking tight, wife!" he gasped out as he began to move, fast and impatient, making you roll your eyes back and your body rock with the bed as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him further in, while your fingers dug into his arms.

It was everything sensual, intensely pleasurable and blindingly passionate. So much so that when you released once more, you felt as if you would blackout any moment, the feeling of his hot streams being released into you made black dots blind you for a moment or two.

But your husband was not done, he seemed to be never satisfied, even when both of your bodies were drenched with sweat, even when your throat was raw with screaming out his name and answers to all his demands that dripped with possessive frenzy.

And when he was finally done, at the time when the sun was dipping into the horizon, he had painted your fucked out form, as promised, with your legs spread wide apart for him to see and paint and his release leaking out of you.

**Smut End**

You were sure that you would never be able to look at the painting yourself.

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This is going to end soon and I will be back to 'Allurement' and 'Love Poison'

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Dadish

Debut: Dadish

Hello and welcome to today’s Farm-Fresh Friday! Today we will be talking about a dad who is also a radish! His name is Dadish, and that had already been established twice in this post already, but that’s okay, now it is more ingrained in your memory.

I am not entirely sure what the direction of this post will be like! I love Dadish a lot and want to talk about him, but also feel like the post will end up being a lot about the games as a whole, but also ALSO, that is fine too, and it is always good to spread word about small developers, so here I go!

As a dad and a radish, Dadish is the dad to a bunch of baby radishes! A lot of them! Like, 47, I think. The exact number may vary between games, but what’s important is that there are a lot of them. He doesn’t seem to know exactly how or why they were born, but he loves them, and they are mischievous little rascals.

When they get distracted by a balloon while their father naps, they run away from home and into various incredibly dangerous platforming levels miraculously unharmed, as children tend to do. And as a result, Dadish must travel across the lands and risk his life until every last one is safely back home. And he does!

And then they do it again! In Dadish 2, the kids decide that is it now Bring Your Kids To Work Day, which it is not. And they bring themselves to work! And Dadish must, once again, risk his life to save them all, scattered all over the world, some in space. They are not very good at Bring Your Kids To Work Day.

Dadish gets quite fed up with the antics of his children over his adventures, but I cannot stress enough how much he loves them! He is upset with them, but it is because they are putting him and themselves in incredible danger! He reminds me a lot of Bob Belcher, and that is my headcanon voice for him.

However, his children are not the only characters Dadish encounters! For example, there is Possum! Possum loves to screech at radishes, and this disturbed Dadish when they first met, but they are friends now. Because that’s just the kind of guy Dadish is!

Dadish will even politely greet every boss he encounters, regardless of their murderous intent, and only ever fights out of self-defense. Here he is complimenting the name of and introducing himself to a hamburger who wants to kill him! Dadish then defeats him, but he gets better. They even become friends later too! 

A big weird happy family!

I also want to mention, what a design for a platforming protagonist this is! Literally a radish with a face! Not even any limbs, he just hops along on his root just fine. It really makes me feel like there’s no limit to what kind of funny little guy you can play as in a game! We’ve always known you could platform as an orb with feet or a rolling ball, but now we know you can do so as a root vegetable too.

So basically, what I am getting at is, Dadish is a delightful fellow, and his games are delightful as well! If you like platforming and silly characters and funny dialogue, you will like Dadish. And both games are free on mobile (and frequently go on sale on Switch and Steam) so there is really no reason not to try if you are interested! If you do decide to try, have fun! I hope you like this radish dad as much as I do.

#dadish #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako