Feb 28, 2024
I pulled myself out of artblock for this stupid meme
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I pulled myself out of artblock for this stupid meme
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Karlach listens to dad rock on a walkman she got as a hand-me-down.
Wyll listens to the Beach Boys and specifically the music from Tony Hawk Pro Skater.
Gale has a burned cd that a friend from wizard college gave him that only contains unidentifiable French tracks from unknown bands. there are 200 tracks on it.
Lae'zel listens to Seven Nation Army on repeat.
Astarion and Shadowheart listen to midwestern emo.
Minthara listens to midwestern emo and pretends she doesn't like it.
Halsin has an entire playlist of just waterfall and flute. And also dad rock.
Jaheira listens to morning coffee podcasts.
Ascendant Astarion should have a more monstrous form in between humanoid and bat. Like a fucked up and evil one
Am I the only one weirded out by the amount of people in the BG3 community over-babygirlifying Astarion? Sure, he's a very effeminate man but it feels so bad to see people objectifying his queerness. The limp-wrist jokes aren't as funny as you think they are. They're homophobic. The 'sissy' jokes aren't funny. They're homophobic.
Astarion is a character with complex trauma surrounding his identity and his perception of himself, and seeing people on tiktok and twitter reducing him to the " prissy gay man who only wants sex" stereotype really really proves that media literacy is dead. People ignore the rest of his character (especially when he straight up says he does NOT want to be viewed that way) because they think it's hot or funny. You are not fans of Astarion, you are fans of the stereotypical pornographic depiction of queer men. Seeing him constantly being reduced to eyecandy and fetishized beyond beleif (mostly by minors on tiktok) has left such an awful taste in my mouth. I hate the idea of posting anything BG3 related on my media because of it. I love Astarion and he deserves so much better than yowling fans who scream and cry about things he (and Neil!) has expressed discomfort over.
Jesus fucking christ, learn to be literate.
drinking moonshine for my period cramps might not be healthy but it does make me feel like Arthur Morgan.
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This is me btw. When you're being mean to me this is who you're being mean to.
Never let anyone tell you that your hobbies are not important.
I got so into studying drow culture that Lolth transed my gender again.
I am very confused about my pronouns and also covered in spiders.
i am not a butterfly. I am not a creature of beauty, to be loved and treasured, to be put on a frame and displayed in the family room.
i am a cicada. Loud, unending, perpetual.
I alone have survived all other iterations of myself, buried and hidden away, lost to the times.
I have crawled from the depths below like the undead, like a beast that should not be.
My transformation is not beautiful. I do not emerge with brilliant wings and shimmering colours. I harden myself against the horrors of this world, breaking through my flesh, snapping my spine, contorting into a creature from the depths of a child's nightmares.
I am that child. Those are my nightmares. I wish when i was young, i had liked bugs. Not just the beautiful ones, not just the butterflies and the ladybugs and the roly-polys that lived beneath our back porch. I wish i had learned to love the ugly. The cicadas, the hornets, the spiders.
Perhaps then i may have been able to tolerate myself. Finding all the husks of who i was before, stuck to bathroom sinks and kitchen floors and closets. Perhaps then i would not be so frightened of the underground, the grave i must dig myself into and out of. Perhaps then I would be able to hear my own song and not wonder when it will end, and not worry for the time that it stops. My skin begins to grow tight against my body, endlessly, perpetually. I shed myself time and time again, fearing the moment i must look back upon myself. I am a cicada.