👑The Queens Return 👑

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BROOOO TUMBLR CHEWED AND SNEEZED ON THE QUALITY OF THIS WTF

I’m really enamoured with the way most of the CR3 player characters approach the life-shattering events in their respective pasts. There’s a quiet, understated acceptance to it that really depart with the usual “epic” feel of fantasy backstories, and it lies not in what happened but entirely in how what happened was processed by the characters.

A robbery goes wrong. Your friends have to skip town, leaving you behind with a hole in your skull and terrible debts to pay off. And it sucks, sure, but what would have been the point of everyone going down when one could take the fall ? Shit happens. Life goes on. You get back to work and people greet you in the street.

Your husband dies during a surprise attack on your home. It’s probably the worst loss you’ve ever experienced. For a while, you may even feel like this should have been the end of your story too… and yet, life goes on. You both knew the risks when you signed up as bodyguards. Your time together was good. You say his name, and you smile.

One day you’re a woodworker - though perhaps a rather shady one - the next you’re a bloody werewolf. And it’s not an easy experience to navigate ! So yeah, you’re looking for answers, guidance, but to be honnest you were always a bit of an outsider, and you may have gained more than you lost. Anyway, life goes on. You craft a wooden toy ship for this new friend you made.

You’re killed in someone else’s story and awaken hanging from a tree. You’re dead. You’re not. You hear your killer’s voice inside your head. No one should have to live through that, but you did, and after the terror and confusion and emotional turmoil fade, well, what can you do ? You design a puppet out of dead things, you make yourself at home in abandoned houses, you meet this strange girl and the loneliness dims. Against all odds, life has gone on. So why shouldn’t you ?

I don’t know. I just think it rings true.

Anyone should be able to get bottom surgery for any reason, and it should be free.

Cis guy wants a vaginoplasty but nothing else, and still identifies as a cis guy? ABSOLUTELY.

Cis girl wants phalloplasty? WITHOUT QUESTION.

People should be allowed to have whatever relationship with their bodies and identities makes sense for them.

(this post MUST be reblogged by EVERYONE)

His Red Eyes

[ID: A digital illustration of Caleb Widogast from Critical Role. He is visible from the shoulders up, his head turned to the left. Caleb is smiling slightly with his eyes closed, and he is wearing a gold earring consisting of a gold diamond shape and a floating gold moon below it. Behind him is a pink background with a gold pattern. End description.]

I just really think that floaty earrings with tiny dunamantic gravity spells on them should be a thing

"Let the red dawn surmise / What we shall do, / When this blue starlight dies / And all is through"

This is a long scrolling comic I started in 2019 that won't look good uploaded here as a complete image. I'm sure I could divide it up in a way that Tumblr would like, but I also have worked on this for a long time and would like to post it and yeet myself off to read a good book. So HEY! Follow one of the two links here to see the complete comic (or download the full PNG from the Patreon post)!

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cassildas-song-72323431

Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/post/Cassildas-Song--Critical-Role-comic-B0B2F6Y32

(realized I never posted this here, sorry tumblr fans, you have been starved)

"You want to run that by me again?" Headcanon that while Ghostbur was around, he tried to fix Alivebur's jacket with blue thread he made from Friend's wool- which glows! So now, after Revivebur regained his possessions, his jacket still has Ghostbur's threads holding it together.

Persistence

When you see it, you will think it strange and pitiful, but you will flee all the same Because it stares And flight has always served you well before. You will run for awhile, and it will be gone so you will return to your business.

When you see it again, you will think it foolish. How can it be so optimistic? But you will flee again, as before Because it still stares and Because running is easy for you.

You will run fast this time, and far. You will run until you are tired, and think Surely that is all. And you will return to your business You may even forget, for awhile.

But there it is, again And it stares, again. So you run, again. And run. And run.

You run until you have run farther than you’ve ever run. You run until your blood is fire And you cannot take another step. You cannot know, how could you? You were doomed from the moment it saw you.

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

She just wants to read her manga and drink her tea in peace