#i know everyone shares this sentiment but

[scarletttries]

Baldur's Gate 3 Companions With a Shy GN!Reader...(Baldur's Gate 3 Request)

Request: " Can I request for Baldur's Gate 3 companions with shy gender neutral s/o please?"

Pairings: Astarion x Reader, Wyll Ravengard x Reader, Gale Dekarios x Reader, Shadowheart x Reader, Karlach x Reader

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who sent in requests and has been reblogging my Baldur's Gate posts! Consider me open for any BG3 requests, let me know if you want to see more headcanons like this :)

Astarion:

- At first Astarion would find it hard to reconcile your shyness with his understanding of the way people behave. He would be suspicious of you initially, wondering why you insist on playing your cards so close to your chest. It wouldn't be until you finally warmed up to him and started to talk a bit more that he realised that this quiet tone to you is actually very endearing to him.

- When you two get together he would feel very proud to be the person you speak to the most. Astarion can be a little insecure sometimes so knowing that you choose to talk to him despite being selective with who you speak to would mean a lot to him. It would help him to trust you more too, knowing the the deep bond between you is almost a secret that you would never dare whisper to anyone else.

- Astarion loves being able to communicate with you with just a sly glance or a single whispered word, the two of you often having entire conversations without saying a word to those around you. When you need to talk your way into somewhere Astarion's always happy to do the talking, but he can't help but be impressed with the way you can navigate through a room quiet and unnoticed.

- As a partner Astarion needs more reassurance than he ever likes to show, so knowing that you'll go against your shy instincts to whisper a flirty thought or a sentimental memory to him when he starts to look worn out always boosts his spirits. He didn't know how much he needed someone just like you in his life until you became a core part of it.

Wyll:

- Wyll never shies away from the public or a spotlight, announcing himself as he enters almost any room, so when he meets someone who prefers to listen to those around them instead of interrupting, he'd become very interested in what you have to say. He'd make the effort to get to know you even if it didn't happen as naturally as sometimes other bonds have come to him, but as he worked to gain your trust and attention he'd never regret a moment of time spent getting you to warm up to him.

- When the two of you are together Wyll will never miss an opportunity to sing your praises, no matter how bashful it makes you! He needs you to know how amazing and appreciated you are, as he can never tell if you fully recognise your own brilliance.

- Wyll falls in love with the way you think before you speak, listening to every part of his story and really considering everything he tells you, never jumping to an assumption as so many people in his life have. He finds your accepting nature makes him a better man, and in return he only grows a deeper fondness for the way you carry yourself.

- As a partner Wyll always needs someone to be there for him, listening and reassuring, and he really finds that partner in you. He's never felt more loved and respected as he does when you give him the time and space to work through his feelings and history, the quiet stillness you bring to his life letting him find a peace he's never known before.

Gale:

- Gale has spent enough time studying magic at scholarly institutes to have met more than a few shy souls in his past, so when he notices you playing the shrinking violet he knows exactly how to give you all the time and space you need to finally share a bit of yourself with him.

- He knows that the most important things to hear usually come from those who don't speak unless they have something to say, and there's no exception to that in you. He really gives weight to everything you share with him, every opinion you pose, and every compliment you reward him with through flushed cheeks and nervous laughter. It only makes it that much sweeter that you don't dish out such comments absentmindedly.

- Gale also enjoys using a bit of your shyness against you, gaining a certain amount of satisfaction from being overtly flirty in public once the two of you are well into dating. He can't help but smile at the way you shy away from his loud declarations of love and the flirty comments whispered far too loudly across a tavern. His heart practically bursts when you try to hide your face in his hands when he's being far too vocal about how beautiful he finds you in front of the rest of your companions, and not a day goes by that he doesn't remind you of that fact.

- Thankfully he usually waits until you are alone to let his adoration pour out in his gentle words and touches, enjoying that while he can be a brash as he wants in public, he can feel your true appreciation in the quiet you spend alone. His life has held more than one dramatic chapter, so having someone who loves him so sweetly and mutters his name so softly when they praise him really means the world to Gale.

Shadowheart:

- More than anyone else, Shadowheart can appreciate the desire to keep parts of yourself hidden behind some firmly closed doors. She finds herself drawn to your quiet personality as the rest of the party are a bit boisterous for her taste, often favouring the seat beside you at any given campfire, knowing her boundaries will be respected, and any conversation made will be worthwhile.

- Once you two are together, she sees you as a respite from the endless questions of the outside world. The two of you can spend hours in comfortable silence together, only your interlocking fingers letting the other know you are still there. You give her the space to think through her decisions, but at the same time she knows that if you choose to speak up then she really should consider listening to what you have to say.

- Shadowheart finds herself more able to share pieces of herself with you, as you open up at the same gradual pace that she does. You don't rush to tell her everything or bombard her with questions like the others. Instead she'll often finding you waiting outside her tent at first light when she rises, offering her a hand for a quiet stroll through the forest as you softly tell her a tale from your childhood and she tries to imagine herself growing up alongside you, in a sweet version of her life she could almost convince herself is the truth.

- Shadowheart doesn't fully know her past, but with you as her partner, her future finally starts to come into focus, all because of you.

Karlach:

- Karlach has been loud and brash since the moment she could speak, so at first she thinks your shy demeanour is a sign of rejection of her friendship. It's disappointing that you don't want to talk to her, but she's not sensitive enough to worry about what every single person thinks of her. It would be endlessly frustrating to you that you have to really put yourself out there, making every effort to be by her side and forcing yourself to respond to her every remark to try and let her know you really do like her. In the end you'd just have to ask her to dance at a celebration with the rest of the group, and when she laughs and says she thought you didn't like her, please prepare yourself to tell her you like her so much that it makes it genuinely hard to talk sometimes.

- Once Karlach understands the concept of shyness and that it is not a personal affront to her, she will be very happy to do all the speaking for both of you. Every journey you take across the lands she will gladly fill the silence with every thought and tale, celebrating loudly every times she manages to make you gasp or laugh along with her.

- Karlach will take a lot of pride in the thought that you like her so much that you are almost rendered speechless, and get quite jealous when she realises you are being shy around other people too. Worried that everyone will be seduced by your strong-silent type behaviour she would definitely insist on holding your hand as much as possible, or loudly shouting across combat that you and her are an item just in case anyone was getting the wrong idea.

- While your personality might have started as a bit of a mystery to Karlach, once you two really know each other she'll come to highly value your way of carrying yourself, learning a few things about protecting herself from undue influences, while keeping herself open to the important people in her life, like you!

[cherrysolo]

what would Lu be like when he's super pissed at you? ex: you accidentally damaged one of his nerdy trinkets

thank you anon for the request! <3

I think that when lu is pissed off about something he would completely shut down. he would stop communicating, not make any eye contact with you, and keep to himself. he doesn’t want you to see his anger or anxiety. he would busy himself with tasks to keep the anxiety that comes with anger at bay. he does this so he didn’t mistakenly say anything with anger, as he thinks it’s better to deal with it on his own.

for instance, when you accidentally knock over one of his favourite trinkets. it’s a little Pokémon statue that one of his frat brothers got him as a gag gift, but he secretly treasures it while it sits in its typical spot beside his desktop. you accidentally knock it over when doing some weekly dusting as your Sunday reset. staring down at the shattered pieces, your eyes begin to swell with tears. you felt horrible, thinking why do I have to be so clumsy sometimes?

“what was that noise baby?” Luigi’s voice broke the silence that clouded up the room. the shock and tears in your eyes worried him, but looking at the floor he quickly realized what had occurred.

“I’m so sorry lu. I swear I didn’t mean to. you know how clumsy I am sometimes!” you explained quickly, barely catching your breath.

“did you hurt yourself?” Luigi questioned due to the obvious tears streaming down your face.

you nodded a quick no, with pleading eyes and feeling the utmost guilt.

quickly he walked out of the room and back with a dustpan. sweeping up the pieces of his once prized possession. he discarded the broken trinket, and sat down at his desk to finish some work. you knew that lu wasn’t a big material guy, but this gift was such a sweet sentimental trinket.

the rest of the night, your shared apartment was full of awkward silence. you could tell by his lack of action that Luigi, was in fact, pissed. you knew that when he completely shut you out and started doing work on a weekend, that he was pissed about something.

you decided to sit on the couch and watch your favourite show in comfy pyjamas, obviously to relax and fight off the Sunday scaries. by your third episode, Luigi appeared in the living room. taking his favourite spot next to you, placing his hand on your knee.

“you know I’m sorry? I don’t mean to shut you out,” he whispered, giving you a soft smile.

you sighed, knowing this is what he thinks is healthy but you’re more of a communicator.

“I want to know how you feel, pissed off or not, even if it’s over something small. your feelings matter to me babe,” you said. you guys have disagreements on how to handle things in relationships, but everyone does at one point.

Luigi sighed, “I don’t want you to see me angry, I only want you to see the best of me. plus I don’t want to hurt you.” you could tell that he was just trying to protect you, not even wanting to hurt you over breaking a silly trinket.

you gave him a shy smile and grabbed his hand, “I understand lu, but next time just talk to me. you know I love to hear your voice.”

“I love you too baby. I felt more bad for you than me today. you looked like you saw a ghost when I started cleaning up. couldn’t stay pissed for long.” Luigi explained, followed up with a simple kiss on the cheek. sometimes just being with him at the end of the day made you the most content ever.

[slaymitchabernathy]

I Hate It Here

| "All you'll ever be is my eternal consolation prize. You see I was a debutant in another life but, now I seem to be scared to go outside. If comfort is a construct, I don't believe in good luck, now that I know what's what." |

Soarynn keeps her head lowered while the other girls whisper excitedly around her.

There is nothing to be excited about.

She doesn't see why this is such a big deal, debutant balls happen all the time, why does this one have to be any different?

But she knows why, and she knows that her father has high hopes of her meeting a suitable match tonight. "You're a beautiful girl, honey," he had said to her in the car, "and tonight you might meet a young man who can see that. A man who can take care of you when I no longer can."

Soarynn had just nodded and smiled, she wants to make her father happy, let him rest easy knowing that she won't forever be alone but she doesn't see why being alone is such a bad thing. She has her friends, her drawings, her cat, and her books.

She needs nothing more.

She smooths down her white dress with her gloved hands, making sure she looks presentable. The maids fussed over her appearance for a good hour, making sure that her long blonde hair was perfectly curled and styled, that her dress was without a wrinkle, her skin without a flaw.

They're anxious for her to meet someone as well. She's heard them whispering about her, how it's such a shame that a pretty thing like her spends most of her days in the library of her home, curled up with a book. Soarynn doesn't think it's sad at all, she loves her books, loves escaping to secret gardens in her mind where only she has the key to get to them.

No one else seems to share this sentiment.

The girls begin to move out of the room they've been standing in for the past half hour and Soarynn joins the shuffle, nervously reciting the words she's been trained to say by everyone who wants tonight to be successful.

"Hello, my name is Soarynn Nightingale, how do you do?"

It seems so stiff, so formal, and not at all personal. It's not her at all.

They step out onto the balcony overlooking the first floor where everyone is staring up at them from the ballroom. Soarynn scans the room for her father, the only man she truly cares about. She spots him over by the piano, a drink in his hand and a pleased smile on his face. She knows he means well but she hates this, hates all of it.

Girls begin to descend the grand staircase and Soarynn is one of the last in the group, taking her time, not in any rush to get married and have her life be over. Some girls are immediately greeted by the young men attending this ball, eager to meet a potential wife. Others like her, are not and she goes straight to the windows so she can look outside.

She sees a small garden with a courtyard, it reminds her of home, of their backyard. Will her future husband live in a townhouse like her? Or will he live in an apartment with no grass or trees?

She hopes for very few things when it comes to a potential husband. That he's kind to her, that he actually listens and pays attention to her. She also hopes that he likes cats since she has one, Petunia who she cannot live without.

Soarynn knows that she's not doing herself any favors by standing by the windows instead of mingling or dancing but she doesn't have the courage to go up to any of the men in this room. So she watches instead, watches girls dance with potential suitors, smiling and laughing.

Some could say that she was born for this life, to grow up in comfortable luxury and be married off to strengthen the family but she longs for something more, for freedom and no societal standards.

No big city hopes or small town fears.

She scans the room once again and her eyes land on the bar where lots of men are now standing including her father. She locks eyes with him for a moment but then they drift up to the man standing next to him. The very tall, very handsome young man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

Soarynn suddenly feels very nervous.

She was prepared to talk to people, but she wouldn't enjoy it or find them interesting. She planned on leaving with her father, empty-handed but content that she did her part tonight. Her father has other plans apparently.

The young man starts towards her but Soarynn remains planted by the windows, letting him cross the room to get to her. She's been given lots of advice over the past eighteen years on how to deal with men, how she should make her future husband work for it, work for her. Looks like she's finally heeding some of that advice.

The handsome stranger finally reaches her and he's much taller up close. He smells like roses out of all things and he really is handsome, with his prominent jaw and nose, his strong eyebrows, and his eyes, oh, his eyes are a piercing blue gaze that she feels frozen under.

"Hello," he says with a polite smile, holding out his hand, "my name is Coriolanus Snow, how do you do?"

Soarynn swallows, this is what she's been preparing for her entire life, to fall in love. Surely it won't happen with the first man she meets. But maybe it might, who knows what fate has intended for her.

Soarynn gently places her hand in his, noting how much larger his hand is, how long his fingers are, how big his palm is. Coriolanus Snow is a big man. "Pleased to meet you," she says softly, watching him bring his lips to her gloved hand. She blushes at the gesture, the only man who's ever shown her any physical affection has been her father, a kiss on the cheek, a hug, an encouraging pat on the arm.

Like any good Capitol girl, she's been saving herself for marriage.

His bright eyes scan her up and down in a matter of seconds and she begins to wonder what her father has promised Coriolanus, what he said about her. "And your name?"

Soarynn blinks twice before realizing that she has yet to introduce herself, "Soarynn, Soarynn Nightingale."

Coriolanus hums, releasing her hand, "Well Soarynn, I met your father moments ago and he told me that I'd be a fool if I didn't ask you to dance." Soarynn wants to glare over at her father for meddling in her business, he can't do everything for her if he wants this to be successful. She knows he means well but still, the line has to be drawn at some point.

"You might be," she agrees, "or you might not."

Coriolanus creases his brows, clearly not expecting her to act this way, act like she could care less but she isn't keen on impressing Coriolanus Snow who she's sure is a fine match for any girl in this room.

Just not her.

"Do you...do you not dance?" He asks nervously, shifting on his feet. Soarynn shakes her head, she shouldn't torture Coriolanus when he's done nothing wrong, "I do dance," she tells him, bracing herself for five minutes of awkward tension between them, "and I'd love to dance with you."

He seems relieved to hear that. No man wants to look like a fool at a debutant ball, so out of sheer politeness, she'll agree to dance with Coriolanus.

He offers up her arm which she gingerly takes, allowing him to lead them onto the ballroom floor where lots of people have been swept up in music and surface-level conversations. Coriolanus rests one hand on her waist and the other holds her right hand. Soarynn places her left hand on his shoulder and they begin to move with the music. Growing up, Soarynn was given dance lessons for this very reason, so she wouldn't look like a graceless fool in front of everyone else.

She catches another glimpse of her father, eagerly craning his neck to see if he's made a successful match. Soarynn sighs, she hates it here, hates this dress, hates these uncomfortable shoes, hates dancing with this stranger.

"How old are you?"

His question jars her from thinking of more things to hate, "Eighteen," she answers, "what about you?"

"Twenty-one."

Goodness, he's old. Older than her at least, she's surprised her father sent Coriolanus her way, he's always been protective of her. She nods, doing her best to look interested, "You attended University then?"

"I did, now I work at the largest firm in the Capitol."

Of course, he does, handsome, smart, and important. He's the perfect man in her father's eyes, in everyone's eyes but her own.

"How exciting," she murmurs, letting him spin her around. She catches a glimpse of the moon shining through the windows and wishes she could escape this dance to sneak outside to the courtyard. But she can't be rude, and she can't leave halfway through the dance.

"Is this your first ball?"

Soarynn does her best to look excited, "Yes it is."

"Ah, how exciting for you."

Yes, she wants to say, how exciting to be sold off to the highest bidder in the room. She just smiles and keeps dancing to the music, answering a few more surface-level questions before the music finally stops.

"Thank you for the dance," she says to him, "but I need to find the lady's room." Now he can't insist on accompanying her and Soarynn doesn't wait for a response, turning on her heel and pushing through the crowd. She sneaks past her father, still preoccupied at the bar, and only glances back at Coriolanus once, expecting to see him with another girl already but his eyes are on her, watching her leave.

Hopefully, he can find a girl who actually wants to be here.

꧁ ꧂

With nothing but the moonlight to keep her company, Soarynn finally finds herself enjoying this ball.

She sits on a stone bench, surrounded by shrubs and flowers, watching through the window as people dance and laugh. It's better this way, she decides, to stay out here and protect her heart.

She watches one girl in a pretty white dress laugh at something a man says, leaning into him as if they've known each other for years not hours. Perhaps there's something wrong with Soarynn, something wrong with her heart.

The scatter of gravel is what startles her and draws her attention to a tall figure emerging from the blooms and shrubs, Coriolanus Snow. He looks rather unsure of himself, out of place in the gardens.

"You're quite good at hiding," he tells her, hands in his pockets, "I had to search the whole building before I came out here to look for you."

Soarynn can't stop herself from looking surprised. He looked for her?

She thought he'd find some other girl to talk to, to swoon and charm and take for his bride.

"I escaped," she says plainly, turning back to look through the windows. The gravel crunches under his shoes and she can feel him stop behind her, "Are you not enjoying the ball?" Soarynn nearly rolls her eyes at the stupid question, maybe if she were shallow and self-serving she'd enjoy the ball. Maybe if she didn't dream of being more than just someone's wife then she'd enjoy the ball.

"Not really."

Coriolanus walks around the stone bench, quietly sitting down next to her. Soarynn doesn't look at him, doesn't trust herself to look into those blue eyes and not possibly fall for him. Falling in love is another one of her hopeless dreams.

They sit in a comfortable silence, watching others make the most of this night, she feels him staring at her every once in a while but Soarynn makes no effort to start up a conversation.

"You seem lonely," he finally says.

She lets out a breathy laugh, I'm lonely but I'm good, she thinks to herself. She's always kept to herself, always been kind and polite but it's cost her a lot, cost her some respect and others taking her seriously.

"I'm fine," she insists, pulling off her gloves, "I have everything I could ever need."

She looks at him and is met with a questioning look like he doesn't fully believe her. Sometimes she doesn't believe herself. "Having everything you need doesn't prevent you from growing bitter," he points out. She frowns, she's never thought of herself as bitter. Is that how others view her?

"I swear I'm fine."

She's fine, it's fine, everything's fine. Soarynn has already accepted her inevitable fate, getting married, having children, attending boring parties with boring people. She'll save all her romanticism for her inner life, reading books so she gets lost on purpose in another land far away from here.

His hand grabs hers, skin on skin this time, no gloves separating them, no crowd of people watching them.

They can say whatever they want out here, with the moon and stars as their witness.

"You can be honest with me," he tells her, so gently, so patiently as if she's the most precious thing in the world to her. Soarynn has always been cautious around men like Coriolanus Snow, who seem too good to be true. Men with money, power, influence, charming and deceptive. Good looking and rotten to the core.

Soarynn doesn't know why she feels compelled to be honest with him now, to tell him how this place truly makes her feel. She has nothing to lose.

"This place makes me feel worthless," she whispers, staring up at the sky, "the parties, the dull conversations, it's like no one really sees me for who I am, sees past my pretty face and prominent last name."

Soarynn knows he can relate to the family part, he's a Snow, that's as important as you can get in the Capitol. She's sure that he's had his fair share of people trying to shove their way into his life simply to say that they're friends with him.

He laces his fingers in between her own, "Where would you go other than the Capitol?"

Soarynn is well aware of how privileged she is to live in the Capitol, to live among the elite and go to balls like this. She has more clothes than she knows what to do with, more shoes, more bags, more food. There is no better place to be than the Capitol.

Except the secret gardens in her mind.

"I read about these gardens," she tells him, "when I was a precocious child, they live in your mind so you can escape and only I have the key. I'm there most of the year if I'm being honest."

She sees how surprised he is, how he never expected Glen Nightingale's daughter to be downright miserable with her life.

"You want gardens?"

Soarynn nods, to put it broadly yes, she wants gardens she can run through and escape in with no one to bother her unless she wants them to.

"I can give you that."

Her eyes grow wide, out of all the things a man could promise her, gardens were the last thing she expected. Capitol men like to promise pretty jewelry, fancy cars, and beautiful homes. Never has anyone promised her a garden, let alone listened to her greatest desires.

"You can?" She asks, shitfing on the bench. Coriolanus nods, looking quite confident in the promise he just made, "I can. I'm going to become President one day and when I do, I'll move into the President's Mansion. There'll be beautiful gardens to walk through, and a grand library, with servants who won't speak a word to you unless you tell them to do so."

He makes it sound so easy, like it's already happened, like he already did it.

It sounds like a dream come true.

"But...but what does that have to do with me?" She asks with hesitance laced in her voice. Soarynn isn't naive, she knows what men want and what's expected of her. She needs to marry someone, not just live in their gardens. Coriolanus chuckles, acting like she asked something so simple. "If we were to marry then everything of mine could become yours," he explains as if it's so simple.

Maybe it is.

Maybe she should trust him, let him spin her around in the ballroom, and get to know him.

"Give me a chance and I promise you won't be disappointed Soarynn."

You have nothing to lose, she tells herself, squeezing his hand, "Alright," she agrees, "we ought to go back inside."

Coriolanus looks at the large windows looking into the ballroom, they can hear the music and laughter from outside, he looks hesitant to return. "Let's just stay here," he says, giving her a smile, "get to know each other."

Soarynn smiles too.

Perhaps with Coriolanus by her side, she could actually love it here.

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[briyourmotherdown]

today is a special day, a happy day, a smiley day, if you will.

⋆ happy fucking birthday, james hetfield ⋆

sure, this is a cheesy post but it’s a special man’s birthday so >:)

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[mercymaker]

re: gatekeeping

i've seen this argument come up again and again across multiple blogs and i feel like it's doing such a disservice to the creative community of this fandom and is worth speaking about (especially considering that some people expressed their reluctance to create in response to the recent events)

and i just wanted to say that YES. no one owns specific scenes. YES. people are allowed to gif the same characters. hell, as far as i've seen this community is incredibly creative and generous, sharing their mods and reshade presets and scenic locations.

to me PERSONALLY, the line is crossed when there's no transparency. when it's a repeated behavior. when there's no respect or regard to your fellow creators or their wishes.

i want to be very clear that this was all brought up in regards to a VERY specific case. a very nuanced case with a lot of context and i don't think it should be used to view the community as a whole.

outside of it and on the bigger scale, this community is full of incredibly skilled and creative individuals. helpful individuals. ones that WANT to inspire and encourage others to create. that share and help and give tips. that support each other. that put a new, exciting spin on 'the same old' game with its limited scenes.

and while, surely, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, i feel like there have been some really thick brushstrokes applied when talking about the bg3 fandom creatives as a whole. and it just doesn't sit right with me.

[rivalmelty]

they are fukuzawa’s boys, adopted twins, and menaces to the yokohama police

(pls do not tag as beast)

[lottaham]

“You need to be respectful towards people who aren’t comfortable sharing their F/Os, they have boundaries that need to be respected just as much as anyone else’s” and “While it’s completely fine to keep your distance from people who share your F/Os, you shouldn’t be putting them down just because they’re fine with sharing and you aren’t” are sentiments than CAN, and moreover SHOULD coexist

[aunteat]

feeling sappy this morning and just wanna say that i really appreciate yall 💖

[lemongogo]

[sainz100]

idk how to explain it, but I feel this small bubble of hope. as if some good news is right around the corner 🫧🌅 not yet, but maybe soon, I'll always feel that hope that the next chapter will be better than the last

[good-beans]

I love my online names and stuff but what if I want everyone ever to call me my real name ;-;

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao

[breathe-2am]

My mom secretly filmed my panic attack yesterday and then tried to get my therapist to violate confidentiality by meeting w her privately to discuss my treatment (obv my therapist contacted me bc this is not the first time shes done this). I dont have the energy to even b mad at her abt it bc its like not even worth it, she screamed at me for leaving the house to pay bills yesterday. This morning i bought her pastries and instead of saying thank you she gets mad abt money. Girl ok. Dont eat the fucking pastries then. Just trying to b nice. Whateverrrrrrr.

[noisytenant]

sorry, i think this might come across mean, but it is simply how i feel.

almost always i genuinely enjoy writing alt text and im glad im in the habit of doing it. but also, the idea of having someone else describe my images instead of me is so viscerally repulsive. I wonder if we could use this to get more people to write alt text. if you dont wanna write alt text then someone else decides how your post looks to people using screen readers (or people with slow internet). shudder !

and i want to be clear. the people who add image descriptions are incredibly kind and doing a great service often for little to no recognition or appreciation. And a lot of them are good at it. But it isnt about the quality of the description--they could be the best damn writer in the world, they could knock my piddly description into smithereens--if someone else ever became the voice to describe my art, or my face in a memey selfie, or literally anything i posted for public viewing, i would explode. i was born a control freak and i will die a control freak. ONLY I DECIDE MY NARRATIVE ‼‼‼

[toonbly]

honestly i have a really have a hard time looking at my old vrai stuff. but going through old stuff for grtv fills me with absolute delight, its been so long but i still hold so much love for this story and the people who followed it