god damn i do not post often but can i talk about intentionality for a second?? one second please
i'm gonna be talking about bg3 but this really applies to any fandom space. people will, surface-level, agree that a Black character is not getting enough content compared to their white counterparts because it's. obvious . take wyll, who is several hours behind on voiced lines compared to other origins despite being one of the original five (before they added karlach and whiteified her too but that's another post). it's hard to deny cold hard facts
but then instead of engaging in content that uplifts Black characters and creators, they'll go right back to pumping out more and more content of just their white faves. on its own, it's not actively harmful, but here's what the implication is, whether they acknowledge it or not: yes wyll has less in-game content, yes his writing didn't get the attention it deserved, therefore i don't like him as much. it only perpetuates wyll's lack of content by contributing to his sidelining in fandom spaces
what i would love for fans who claim to be allies to do is to step out of the comfort zone of their initial favorites (which can, in fact, be biased!) and start pursuing content centering Black characters with intentionality. like all things, anti-racism (actively pushing back against racism rather than simply "Not Being Racist") takes practice and effort. you can't really agree with us that wyll needs more content, then in the same breath say that it's because of that that he's not interesting to you . the point was right in front of you doing a jig and you still missed it
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Zevlor would be a quiet lover, silent if you need the silence. He would be a gentle lover, approaching certain moments with a bit of hesitation—not because he doesn’t want to do these things:
Hugs, kisses, sexual intimacy, even innocent intimacy.
He would need just a moment to deal with the emotions he feels, he hadn’t let himself feel these things for quite a while, but you make him want to embrace those feelings again. You make him want to pile up enough courage to touch you just a little more recklessly than he would usually allow himself to.
He would take his time with you, in all matter of things, because he never had much time in his life. Everything always rushed and hasty in his life. He would be patient, need you to be patient. He would rediscover what it is like to let himself feel love, be loved.
What the warmth and embrace of another living being feels like, what a life absent of violence and blood feels like. He would kiss you any second he gets to kiss you, he would constantly hug you from behind, cling to you, bury his face in your neck, inhale your scent.
He would never be far from you, he wouldn’t hide how depraved he is, though he would never tell you that he is depraved. But you would know. It would be painfully obvious.
He would enjoy holding your hand, entwining fingers. He would wrap his tail around your thigh, around your waist, around your wrist, let you hold onto it when you were too far to hold his hand. He would seek your warmth at any moment of the day, he would become so utterly addicted to your love.
Some nights he would cry, overwhelmed by those feelings, reluctant to let himself be happy. He would ask you what you see in him—not because he wants you to flatter him, but because he genuinely wonders why you chose him, what you see in him that he can’t see.
But when you do flatter him, praise him, call him beautiful, tell him that he is a capable leader, a strong person, a good tiefling to his people, that he’s worthy, he would crumble. He would melt into your embrace, cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing an even deeper red than his skin already is.
He would seek your touch, physically and emotionally, innocently and passionately.
He would have you any way you’re willing to have him.
He would be there for you, praise you, care for you, love you and protect you. Unconditionally. And he wouldn’t expect much of you in return but everything you do for him would leave him filled with warmth and a fondness he would struggle to comprehend.
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It's Usopp day!! So here are some quick headcannons I've had bouncing around for a while:
Usopp is, hands down the best gift giver of the crew. One of his main love languages is acts of service, you know he's always ready for the crew's birthdays! If he can't find it, more often than not, he'll make it, so when his birthday rolls around, it's all hands on deck.
Contrary to popular belief, Usopp doesn't drink coffee that often. His anxiety plus caffeine isn't a great mix. He doesn't really have a preference between coffee or tea, he's more of a sweet drinks person.
At least twice a week, he and Robin spend some time caring for their plants together. He's working with Robin and Chopper to see if he can cross-breed pop greens with other plants.
Usopp journals pretty consistently. It's a habit he picked up from his mom when she was bedridden and trying to keep occupied and awake. He likes to write down his to-do list, ideas, and first sketches as they pop into his head. It's always somewhere on him or nearby, but no one is allowed to look through it.
(Its definetly not because he loves making little sketches of the crew as they go about their day)
Usopp's sketchbook is where he drafts out his blueprints and works on complex drawings. That's usually in his workshop, and he and Franky communicate on projects through little notes left on pages.
He and Nami are the most consistent writers of the log book. At first, Nami kept it up to date, but Usopp got involved to add more flare, and now it's their little ritual.
Usopp is a little touch starved, and especially after the whole water 7 debacle, starts seeking out comfort and physical affection from his crew mates. Evening cuddles with Luffy and Chopper quickly becomes a regular thing.
Brook and Usopp have a religiously scheduled time one day a week, dedicated to hair care. Neither usually care too much about the shower schedule, but Wash Day is sacred. They pull out all their products and shamelessly hog the bathroom. Sanji brings them snacks and drinks as needed. Sometimes, Chopper joins them when his fur needs a good clean. Brook and Usopp experiment with different styles on Ussop's hair if they have the time and energy. Both of them will never admit just how important it is to them, but they know.
It's not a grudge, per say, but Usopp definitely has some repressed anger towards Yasopp. He loves his dad, respects him, and looks up to him. He also socks him across the face before hugging him when they finally reunite.
It takes Usopp a few hours to wind down if he pushes his observation haki too far. His haki is strong, and it backfires a little, leading to a painful case of sensory overload. He has to lie down in the dark and built himself a wieghted blanket just for occasions like this.
Once, when he got a little too tipsy, and had spent a little too long staring at Kabuto upgrades, Usopp may have considered - very passionatly, out loud - how well Luffy's skin would work as a last ditch replacement for the rubber straps of his slingshot. It took them an hour to convince Luffy to come down from the rigging.
Usopp is not allowed to experiment with explosives on the Sunny unless he is manning the cannons. This is absolutely because of an incident when Ussop was on watch, sleep deprived, and experimenting with new ammunition. Luffy, Nami and Zoro have a pact to ensure Usopp and Buggy never interact with each other.
Speaking of sleep deprivation, when Usopp gets like that, he scares the crew and never even ends up remembering it. All of his intrusive and unhinged thoughts take over, and he loses any filter he has. He's tried to collect Chopper's fur to make a coat, made Jimbei sit still so he could colour match the exact shade of his skin, watered Zoro's head in the middle of his nap, started debating the worst ways to die and why with Robin and made a detailed plan to kidnap and train a news coo to get Nami free newspapers.
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Over the years, I've gotten a lot of cis people messaging me about how they should go about dating or courting somebody who's trans, and I always felt like my responses would almost... disappoint them because there isn't this magic secret to dating us.
Cis people, if you want to date us, just date us. We're human beings, we're not wild animals to tame! I promise you can have a healthy relationship with a trans person without needing to feel like the world will end if you mess up.
Trans people who date cis people often want to feel secure in your acceptance of them. You don't have to talk about our transness for hours on end to prove that you accept your loved one. You don't have to put on a display and cabaret about how Much You Accept Us. Just be a person around us, and let us be people, too!
I almost want to disappoint cis people by reminding them of this. Some of the best relationships I've had with cis people have been ones where my transness is acknowledged, sure, but it's acknowledged in the same way that my left-handedness is. It's not a joke to them, it isn't something to be horrified about, but it's also something that they don't objectify me for.
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vil schoenheit appreciation post he. he is so amazing i have no words. he owned book six. he made me cry like three times. im a little in love with him now. hes so inspiring and brave. i adore him. there will never be enough words to express how in awe of him i was. rook is right, he's absolutely radiant. vil schoenheit is blinding because he is such a strong person and he's so kind and caring and ambitious. he is magnificent.
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