#(based on stereotypes but i mean they all are)

[orieriee]

Would My Asian Parents Approve? — Love & Deepspace Boyfriend Edition

Ranking how approvable LADS men by my asian parents if I bring them home for dinner

note: ‼️ This headcanon is just my interpretation of how my Asian parents might react. It’s also a bit of a stereotype, reflecting the typical dynamics of a staple Asian household, but it’s all in good fun so please take this with a grain of salt, this is just my own personal interpretation and meant to be taken light heartedly.

another note: based on their personality and their interaction in Love and Deepspace game when introducing themselves to your parents + my own interpretation! Uses she/her mainly, and also "you" instead of "me"

written and published by orieriee on tumblr. Please do not copy or repost in any other platform.

👑 Number 1 : Zayne ☃️

Zayne is definitely the top number one of most likely to get approved by my asian parents

Heck, he put has their blessing the moment he sits down for dinner for the first time

It's definitely not because he's a doctor with a stable job

I mean he's a cardiac surgeon at 27! With an award at that! Immediate approve 💯

He's the kind of guy who brings thoughtful souvenirs for your parents when he comes over for dinner

I can already picture him bringing a premium tea gift set that he specifically got according to your parents' taste, beautifully packaged and looks expensive 🍵

Honestly, he's already the son-in-law! Came for dinner, stayed for marriage plans and the future

What can I say? He’s polite, good-looking, and probably smells wonderful—like a hint of jasmine mixed with a bit of antiseptic due to his work

He’s the type to compliment my mom’s cooking, and she'd be so pleased that she'd serve him the best portions instead of giving them to me 😔

"Here, eat more meat! I made plenty just for you,” she would say with a happy smile

Even dad would probably like him immediately, pulling him aside and ask privately, “So, when's the wedding?” — like, dad, chill, it's Zayne's first time coming over for dinner

They know their daughter is in good hands with Zayne as her husband

👑 Number 2 : Caleb 🍎

I'm putting Caleb as my second in the most likely my parents would approve list because he works for the government as a pilot (a stable job)

There is a consideration though: my mom would ask "If he’s a pilot, wouldn’t you be lonely since he’s often up in the air?”

She also worries about the risks associated with being a pilot, given the dangers involved in the profession

But Caleb is the type of guy who immediately gets along with mom and dad, probably because they already knew him as their daughter's childhood friend but coming over for dinner (as a partner) is a different matter

From the very first meeting, he accidentally introduced himself as “son-in-law” as an accidental slip of the tongue

During dinner, he is charming and a great conversationalist, which creates a wonderful atmosphere

He openly expresses that "I adore your daughter very much, you guys did a great job creating her" and reassures parents that he will protect you. He often joking around to ease the mood

He enthusiastically offers to wash the dishes and is a fantastic conversation partner for mom

With dad, he can discuss all the mechanical topics that only fathers understand, which makes sense since he’s a pilot

Relatives probably adore him too, as he easily makes friends with everyone.

He’s the kind of boyfriend who prompts mom to frequently ask about him, like, “When is Caleb coming over for dinner again?”

(The last 3 are under the cut!)

🌟 Number 3: Xavier ✨

Xavier is third because he is the last one with a "real stable job," while the next two would likely be questionable in my Asian parents' eyes

His primary hobby is sleeping, and since that doesn't lead to productivity and is sometimes seen as lazy in a typical Asian household, it could raise some concerns

However, mom really likes him because he looks like a prince

He is the type of boyfriend who makes my Asian mom ask, “How did you manage to attract someone like Xavier?” like, as if he's out of my league because of his prince-ly beauty which I take personally

With his princely, ethereal looks and charm, it raises the question of how I managed to win over such a beautiful man

He is polite, has a soothing voice, and can cook and clean, which is great since their daughter barely tidies up around the house hey

Xavier works in the same field as we do, which reassures parents that he can support their daughter in her career

Although he may appear innocent, the protective Asian dad senses that there might be something “impure” about him

He’s not very talkative but insists on helping around the house, which is a plus

My mom keeps insisting that he stay over, but we all know that it won’t end well

My dad implicitly disapproves of him staying over, as we all understand what might happen ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And it's something inappropriate

💫 Number 4: Sylus🐉

Ok... Sylus girlies, don't come at me, but man I think Sylus is somewhat awkward at first if he's meeting the parents for the first time

My parents personally might find him intimidating because he is quite the large guy... With silver hair and red eyes and all (but mama I'm in love with a criminal)

He introduced himself as the owner of a family business, which is a relief since it shows he is responsible and established

As he shares more about himself, my mom starts to relax and feel more comfortable with him

However, when he mentions his hobbies of shooting and racing and wanting to ask them to join, I worry because my dad has back problems, which Sylus, honey... I don’t think that helps���

So yeah, imo I think he is the type of boyfriend that my family needs time to warm up to

But once they start to get to know him, he quickly becomes their favorite

Like in some days, you'd be surprised and ask, "What do you mean you're going to the opera too with Sylus?" showing how much mom enjoys his company by asking him to go with her because he also enjoys music

It surprises me that Sylus even asked my mom to join him for the opera; they’re practically best friends now!

Sylus has a way of showering them with luxury, frequently brings thoughtful gifts when he visits, like gourmet snacks and special treats he got from overseas

Despite his intimidating appearance, he has a gentle side that puts parents at ease, proving that he genuinely cares about their daughter

‼️Number 5: Rafayel

He's a painter, and no, I'm not a Rafayel slander

I mean, a creative job?? In an Asian household??? My parents would definitely question how he could possibly support himself AND their daughter with such work

An artist as a job = no money in the eyes of Asian parents 😭🤡 (trust me)

We'll also hear "You own a home by the sea?? Wouldn't you catch sea sickness? Isn't it a bit dangerous at night?", as they ask in concern

From the very first impression, Rafayel comes off as casual and laid-back with mom and dad, which... Doesn't seem to earn their approval 🤡

However, I think my little sisters and cousins would love him because he's sassy, encourages their creativity since he's an artist, and is a merman

While parents may not approve of him, younger relatives have already declared him their favorite "brother"

But once Rafayel shows them that even an artist can be rich by inviting them to his house

So, once the parents visit his art studio and see the stunning view, they are likely to be amazed by the beauty of his surroundings

His home resembles a vacation house, and he drives expensive cars, which further impresses them

He probably took them on a cruise ride and had the most delicious seafood dinner, which definitely win their hearts

Although my parents might still have some doubts, they will gradually come to accept him once they see how in love we are

I actually have a lot of headcanons ideas and stories to write about LADS men but I just don't have the time to write 😭 they're occupying my head 24/7 just by floating around my head space.

[andy-15-07]

Hiiii! First of all, I binge read all your stuff, pls never stop writing 🥺

Second, I have a request I can’t stop thinking about: Pedro x reader based on Slut! by Taylor Swift. Reader being younger than Pedro and they are super in love but the public doesn’t like it and she is accused of being a gold digger and generally slut shamed. If you could make it a bit angsty and plenty fluffy and maybe smutty (only if you want!!!!!!!!!)

Love you 🩷

Nothing but Yours

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 2395 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

warning: smut

You wake to the harsh glare of your phone buzzing against the nightstand. Morning light filters through the blackout curtains, but it can’t compete with the blaze of notifications demanding your attention. Your heart sinks before you even open one: tabloid headlines accuse you of “trading your youth for his fortune,” of being a “slut” and a “gold‑digger.” You swipe through screaming fonts,“Pedro Pascal’s Young Toy?”, “Is Y/N Using Him?”,each stab at your confidence.

Beside you, Pedro stirs, chest rising and falling in even breaths. His hair is mussed, his face softened by sleep. You place a trembling hand on his shoulder. “Pedro,” you whisper.

He blinks awake, concern snapping into his eyes when he sees your pallor. “What’s wrong, love?”

You turn the phone, your thumb shaking. “Just…look.” He sits up, draping an arm around you, and you tilt the screen toward him. His jaw clenches as he reads.

“They’ve been calling me a slut,” you manage, voice tight. “A gold‑digger. All because I’m younger than you by nearly twenty years.”

Pedro’s fingers tighten around yours. “They can say whatever they want online, but I know the truth.” He brushes a thumb across your cheek. “You’re mine,my partner, my heart. Never doubt that.”

Your chest aches with relief and shame mingled together. You lean into his warmth. “I hate feeling like this.”

He presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Then don’t. Tell me exactly what you need.”

Later that morning, you’re both en route to the press junket for the new series,Pedro in the passenger seat of the SUV, you riding shotgun. Paparazzi flash bulbs pop like mini‑explosions. You avert your gaze, but one photographer shouts, “How does it feel being called a sugar baby, Y/N?”

Pedro’s grip on your hand tightens. You squeeze back, summoning courage. Leaning toward the open window, you force a calm smile. “I love him for who he is, not his bank account.”

The photographer cackles. “But you’re so young,”

Pedro’s head snaps around, lips thinning to a hard line. “How dare you reduce us to a stereotype,” he growls, voice low but fierce. You wince: you didn’t mean for him to snap. But then he slides a protective arm around you and turns back to the cameras. “We’re here to discuss our work, not gossip. Thank you.”

You exhale, shaking, as the car pulls away. Pedro’s eyes are dark with fury, but as he glances your way, his expression softens. “Breathe,” he murmurs. “You did great.”

You lean into him, chin against his shoulder. “I don’t know how you stay so calm.”

He kisses the top of your head. “I’m calm because I have you. And because I’ve spent enough years in the spotlight to know that slurs and rumors fade away,especially when they’re bullshit.”

Inside the convention center, you sit onstage under bright lights while Pedro fields questions about the show. Then comes the inevitable: “Pedro, some fans think your relationship is a publicity stunt. How do you respond?”

Pedro smiles, the kind that lights up his eyes. “The only stunt here is the amazing chemistry we share on screen,because off screen, she’s my rock, my muse, and my equal.” He turns toward you. “I love her intelligence, her humor, her compassion. It’s just as real as any arc we play.”

Applause ripples through the audience. You flush, touching the boxy bracelet he gave you for your one‑year anniversary. You catch his eye and mouth, “Thank you.”

He gives a subtle nod. Later, as you leave the stage, a reporter corners you. “Y/N, do you mind telling us why you’re dating someone your father’s age?”

Your stomach lurches, but Pedro materializes at your back. He offers the reporter a polite smile. “Enough questions about our personal life. We’re here to promote our series, and we’d appreciate respect for our privacy.”

He draws you close and steers you away before you can form another word. His hand warms your lower back; you press into him as you walk. “Sometimes I forget how ruthless people can be,” you whisper.

“And sometimes I forget how brave you are,” he answers, kissing your temple as you reach the waiting car.

That evening, back at your shared home, the living room lights are dimmed and jazz hums softly. You flop onto the leather sofa; Pedro follows, carrying a tray with two mugs of chamomile tea and a plate of shortbread cookies,your favorite.

He hands you a mug. “Comfort fuel.”

You smile, wrapping both hands around the cup. The steam fogs your glasses. “Thank you for being my protector.”

He sits close, draping an arm across your shoulders. “You deserve better. But I can’t promise the world will be kinder.”

You lean your head on his shoulder. “I just want it to be easier.”

He presses a kiss to your hair. “It will be, eventually. Meanwhile, you have me.”

You sip your tea and let the warmth seep into your bones. “Promise me we’ll always be this honest.”

“Always,” he vows, and you believe him without hesitation.

A few nights later, insomnia stalks you. You lie awake while Pedro sleeps peacefully beside you. You flip on your side, stare at the ceiling, tension coiled in your chest. When you shift again, he stirs.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

You shake your head. “Too many thoughts.”

He rolls onto his side, pulling you close so you’re spooned against him, your back against his chest. “Talk to me.”

You fiddle with the sheet. “I feel…exposed. Like everyone’s eyes are on me, waiting for me to fail.”

He holds you tighter. “Those eyes don’t matter. Mine are the only ones you need to care about.”

You twist in his arms, turning to face him. His face is gentle, his gaze unwavering in the moonlight. “I love you,” you say softly.

He cups your cheek. “And I love you. No rumor will ever change that.”

Your lips brush in a sleepy kiss, and the world falls away until there’s only the two of you and the quiet night.

Your next big test comes at a late‑night interview with a notoriously prickly host. You sit on the couch, Pedro beside you, the host shuffling her notes.

“So, you’re fifty,” she says to Pedro, “and she’s twenty‑six. Isn’t there…a weird power imbalance there?”

Pedro’s eyebrows shoot up. You squeeze his hand under the armrest. “We’re equals,” he replies evenly. “We make decisions together,financial, creative, personal. I don’t see age as a barrier.”

The host smirks at you. “But don’t you worry about public perception? What if this hurts your career?”

You swallow, chest tightening. “My career is defined by my work ethic and talent, not who I love.”

There’s a pause that echoes. Then Pedro reaches over to rest his hand atop yours. “I love her. That’s reason enough.”

You manage a small, grateful smile. After the segment ends, Pedro takes your hand and squeezes it as you walk off‑camera. “You did amazing.”

Your relief floods you. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face. “You’d stand up for me, too.”

You nod. “Always.”

That night, you both retreat to the kitchen for a midnight snack,frozen yogurt topped with fresh berries and dark chocolate shavings. You perch on a stool, spoon in hand, as Pedro rummages through cabinets for extra toppings.

“Remember our first cooking disaster?” you ask, grinning.

Pedro tosses sprinkles over your bowl. “How could I forget? We blackened an entire pan and nearly set off the fire alarm.”

You laugh. “We were so proud of ourselves until smoke filled the kitchen.”

He hands you the spoon. “Honestly, those were some of the best memories.”

You lean forward, picking at the chocolate shavings. “You make me feel safe, even when the world’s against us.”

He steps behind you, draping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I will always protect you,from tabloids, from trolls, from anything.”

Your heart swells. “I love you, Pedro.”

He kisses the side of your neck. “I love you more.”

Later, you return to the bedroom. Pedro kneels by the edge of the bed and gently slides your shirt up over your head. The cool air on your heated skin makes you shiver, and he leans forward, lips ghosting over your collarbone, trailing soft kisses down toward your breasts. His hands cup their weight, thumbs brushing your hardened nipples until you arch against him, breath catching in your throat.

He pauses to look at you, eyes dark with want. “So beautiful,” he whispers. Slowly, deliberately, he covers one taut peak with his mouth, suckling and flicking his tongue until a sweet ache pools low in your belly. You tilt your hips, pressing instinctively against him, fingers tangling in the nape of his neck as you moan his name.

His hand drifts lower, fingertips finding the slick heat gathering between your thighs. He spreads you open, surveying your wetness with a hungry smile. “God, you taste so good,” he murmurs before leaning down to lap at your slit, tongue gliding from swollen clit to soft inner folds. You gasp, thighs trembling, and thread your fingers through his hair, helping him deepen the delicious torment.

Every swirl of his tongue, every feather‑light nip, sends flickers of pleasure stabbing through you. You can’t hold back the sound,this wet, strangled moan as he presses two fingers inside you, curling them in and out in a slow rhythm. Your back arches off the mattress; he’s wickedly skilled, matching your needs without a word. “Pedro,” you pant, “please…”

He emerges, lifting his head to meet your gaze, lips glistening with your essence. “I need you, Y/N.” His voice is husky. In one fluid movement, he strips off his trousers, revealing the thick length you know so well. You sit up, and he guides you to straddle him, your center brushing the tip of his hardness. He leans back on his elbows, eyes locked on yours as you sink down, slowly impaling yourself.

You both inhale sharply at the delicious stretch, the first full inch of him filling you. He watches, mesmerized, as you start to ride him,slow, testing, savoring the friction. “Fuck,” he groans, one hand gripping your hip, thumb pressing into the flesh to steer each stroke. Your breasts bounce with each movement; your palms press flat against his thighs, grounding yourself.

When you dip your head to kiss him, your lips barely brushing, he grips the back of your head, crashing his mouth to yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. Tongues swirl, teeth graze, and you feel his other hand slide between you to find your clit, stroking hard in time with your ride. The dual stimulation has you teetering on the edge. You dig your knees into his sides, leaning forward, pressing your chest to his, sliding faster now.

“Harder,” you pant against his lips. He jerks you down so you’re flush against him, then thrusts upward,slow at first, giving you the moment to adjust, then with mounting urgency. You gasp as he bottoms out inside you, and he pulls you back, hips snapping up to meet each of your falls. The headboard bangs against the wall, wood rattling as he sets a punishing pace, each deep stroke sending shockwaves through your core.

Your nails rake down his back; he growls, thrusting harder, faster,delighting in the friction as he bottoms out, again and again. “You feel so fucking tight,” he rasps, voice rough enough to make your skin prickle. “Look at me.” You lift your head; his hazel eyes are rimmed in lust. He grabs your jaw, tilting your face to his. “You’re mine. Always.”

That ownership,the way he says it,pushes you over the brink. A hot bloom of pleasure unravels in your belly, creeping through every nerve ending until you shudder around him, crying out his name. He keeps pumping you through your orgasm, lengthening each stroke, riding out your tremors until you’re spent and quivering.

Finally, he lifts you off him, switches positions, and you curl onto your side. He aligns himself at your entrance and slides in slow and deep, pressing his front to your back. One hand cradles your hip, the other strokes your arm. Then he rocks into you,gentle, intimate,each roll of his pelvis wringing fresh pleasure from your still‑sensitive core.

You reach back to pull him closer, catching his mouth in a soft kiss. No words are needed: the tender hush of your breathing, the shared warmth, the sweet pulsing inside his length. He pulls out almost all the way, then slides back in,slow, deliberate,each motion an expression of aftercare, of unspoken love.

When he finally spills inside you, warm and steady, you shiver and curl into his arms. He holds you as you both come down from the high, caressing your shoulders, pressing soft kisses along your spine. Your heart still races, and you rest your head on his chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat slow to match your own.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your hair.

“I love you more,” you whisper back. And in that perfect afterglow, cocooned in his embrace, the world outside,every headline, every whisper,falls away until there is only this: you, him, and the fierce, unwavering bond you share.

Morning arrives soft and golden. You wake to Pedro’s arms around you, his lips brushing a sleepy kiss on your forehead. Sunlight spills across the sheets, and for the first time in days, you feel light.

“Good morning,” he whispers.

You smile up at him. “Good morning. No headlines today,just us.”

He chuckles, planting another kiss. “Exactly as it should be.”

You slide out of bed and pad to the window, looking out at the city that tried to tear you apart. When you turn back, Pedro stands behind you, hands on your hips.

“Ready for breakfast?” he asks.

You nod. “With you, always.”

He presses a quick kiss to your collarbone. “Let’s go make pancakes,my specialty.”

You laugh, reaching for him. “Only if we can top them with whipped cream.”

He scoops you into his arms. “Whipped cream it is.”

Together, you head into the kitchen,not celebrities, not tabloid fodder, just two people deeply in love, ready to face the world as long as you have each other. And in that moment, nothing else matters.

[scoobydoodean]

Oh, I see. You and all your little friends are just too DUMB to understand. Too low IQ. The arguments sure is convincing.

I’m not kidding they really are saying somewhere out there that Kripke couldn’t possibly understand what it means to be blue collar because to do that, you’d have to have read about the value of a linen coat (which is not directly related to any of this btw) from Marx’s Das Kapital. Kripke of course couldn’t possibly have read it, and if you haven’t read it, you can’t possibly understand anything about class. You have to have read Theory™️ to understand what it means to be *looks down my nose at people who I assume Have Not Read All The Books That I Did* blue collar *sips from tea cup with my pinky out, chortling*

[yellowcry]

Me: *Casually checks rtc wiki page for Natalia*

Me:

Me: Is calling her waist eleven times out of ten not enough????

Like I even checked, there's not such a thing as Muruska? And what is it supposed to be? It's not connected via - so it's separate from the name and surname. And the form is wrong for the patronymic name. It should have suffix -ivn- or -yivn- and no it couldn't be a middle name. Ukranians don't have these.

[lollytea]

I am just as nitpicky as anybody else when it comes to characters I'm obsessed with. But I don't find people who mischaracterize them nearly as annoying as people who write condescending posts about others who mischaracterize them which seem more motivated by feeding their own superiority complex about Being The One Person to Understand Mr Blorbo rather than giving any constructive advice.

[justabunchofdragons]

"relationships between 19 and 29 year olds are not inherently bad!!! normalise not being morally affronted whenever you see this!! people can have common interests!!" "and i do think that romantic relationships with this age gap are WEIRD but thats not important" i mean. okay.

[nexus-nebulae]

oh my god. that one "oc" we wrote who had DID that we came up with before our syscovery. that was not an oc. oh my god cody and blake why did you take five years to make yourselves known to us-

[worstsequence]

who else is here on this day thinking about eddie lovey dovey free with affection known dustin for not even a year uses his dying breath to tell him he loves him munson

[liquidstar]

I was thinking it would be cool if there was an ocd character bracket poll (if there is lmk?) But also I don't think there are enough characters in popular media that are actually good ocd representation 💀 so it would almost certainly have to extend to headcanon...

[jujutsukaisen0]

i also think its insanely ridiculous that the main issue people take with der schuh des manitu is the fact that winnetouch being a flamboyant gay guy must mean the entire movie is homophobic (despite winnetouch having a boyfriend who is in fact Not flamboyant?????) and not the very obvious other thing we should be worried about

[alaskan-wallflower]

yall i don’t know how many times i need to say this but i don’t want to get political on my blog. stop asking me about my opinions on wars. any political asks will be deleted and blocked. i’m not putting up with that. i don’t know how many more times i need to say it but i don’t want to involve politics on my blog. respect that.

just because i post about why antisemitism and tokenism in fanon is bad doesn’t mean i want to talk politics. and stop assuming my viewings on politics because i talk about antisemitic stereotypes portrayed in fanon and why they’re bad. i’ve never posted anything political on my blog other than an awareness post about sudan’s wifi being cut. i’ve never posted anything about the war. so stop asking shit like ‘WhY dO yOu SuPpOrT aNd FoLlOw PrO (insert political viewing) bLoGs If YoUrE pRo (insert opposing political issue)”

i’ve never talked about the war, nor politics. so stop asking and assuming. you’re making an ass out of yourself.

[lutenants]

one day i will explain further about lutes self approval as a 'weapon' as opposed to a human.

[jackienautism]

im just bitter but the next time i see someone refeer to kaitlyn as "the normal one" is the day i finally kill

[comerosas]

i think its actually crazy how it took just ONE trans guy making childish soft twee music to turn it into a stereotype for the entire community. cavetown has irreparably damaged the reputation of every trans guy out there because when people say "ftms making music be like" they just mean the one singular ftm

[abigailbozarthart]

Torg art dump! It's a genrebending tabletop RPG of variety pack characters with reality powers trying to save Earth from extradimensional invaders from various genre flavored worlds, each with their own twist. My dad runs a couple games of it- on in the pulp action Nile Empire, another in the primeval Living Land. Our Nile group is a super cleric of Horus-Re who used to be a pyramid toaur guide, a braniac German aerospace engineer with super smarts and a lightning ray gun, a psychotic berserker demon slaying Russian gunman, a Japanese policeman who's a minor wizard, an elven archer/ranger with a wolf and a small dragon, and a psionic electroninja with demontechnoswords. The Living Land group is made up of a hockey mom turned warrior barbarian life priestess, a lizardman beastmaster, a blind teenage French white witch from a place called the Cyberpapacy, a paleontology professor turned Indiana Jones-esque explorer with a whip and fedora and everything, and a lucky truck driver.

This is normal for Torg.

OC rant time! The super braniac and the truck driver are both mine. Heidi Eklund the aerospace engineer, weird cat lady, and eclectic aunt was visiting the Great Pyramids on vacation when the Maelstrom Bridge of the Nile Empire dropped and the Reality Storm engulfed the land in the axioms and laws of another world. She transformed into Captain Quasar!, superhero of mighty brain and wielding a goofy zappy ray gun she called the Ultrazonic Fulmonizer. She has since invented a couple more gadgets; the Electrokinetic Replusion Shield Generator (a force field) and her much less fancy but signature duct tape guantlet. She loves witty combat banter and bonkers over the top pun cascades, and has an almost beat poet style even in battle. Her nemesis is Professor Plasmo, who also wields SCIENCE, but for evil, not good!

Captain Quasar! is my favorite tabletop rpg character I have ever played, which is funny because she started as a pregen character for a two session intro to the game but became Mine. I love her so much that she became something of an online persona. Now that I've actually designed an intentional persona, she's not the main one anymore, but she is 100% an aspirational character (mostly by accident) and remains a major persona for me. There is so much nice art of her by other lovely artists; it can be beheld and gazed upon here. https://toyhou.se/22797747.captain-quasar-heidi-eklund

Bud is just a dude! He's just a guy! He's very American- pretty stereotypically so in fact, except that he's probably a lot nicer and more polite than average. He does not seem like the type of guy to be of much use on an adventure into dinosaur infested jungles, And Yet. He has a knack for...whatever needs to get done, most of the time, and is just vaguely lucky, plucky, and hard to keep down, with an indomitable positivity and relentless spirit. He supports his companions and is a tremedous help to have around, even if he's not usually the one doing dramatic stunts and wild combat maneuvers. He definitely pulls his own weight, lack of pizazz or no, and is decently capable with a gun and in melee, and can handle himself and a variety of tasks. He doesn't lose his head easily, and is overall fairly sensible and insightful. But you wouldn't guess it, because he's not exactly the brains of the operation; school smarts were never his specialty, and he's never claimed to be clever.

[papermonkeyism]

Like seriously! That is multiple sets of sharp!! *wild gesticulating at a picture!*

Reading the last book in the Icewind Dale trilogy, about halfway through the book. Okay, I can shrug off random dragon cameos that have no relevance to anything in the story, the flat characterization and the flimsy worldbuilding, but my suspension of disbelief just got overloaded and snapped by a camel.

The protagonist party are in the stereotypical fantasy south (tm) and have bought camels to proceed on their journey, and one of them gets bitten by his dromedary to show what a nuisance the animal is, and the book describes it as having "blunt teeth", and boy my brain ain't taking it.

Like, excuse the entire fuck out of me, have you SEEN dromedary teeth??? Those things have FANGS! And they are VICIOUS!

I'm just flashbacking to the news many years ago when a dromedary killed a wild ass stallion in the Helsinki zoo, that's not a harmless little nuisance, that's a huge arse beast fully capable of maiming you.

Seriously, google dromedary skull and marvel at their weaponry, that's such a great design.

"Blunt teeht" my arse...