#kael talks

[lazerbang]

one reason i've heard, and why i prefer 'autistic person' is that person first language is meant to phrase it so that the disability is something distinct from the person, 'you are more than your disability' ect ect. with autistic people that kind of thinking can be harmful because there are huge groups of people who think autism can or should be 'cured' or moms who feel like 'autism stole their normal baby'. we can't and shouldn't be separated from being autistic, there is no 'non-autistic' version of us

it can be a huge struggle to be seen by allistics as an autistic person, to get them to stop trying to offer advice to 'help' you operate in the same way they do, when what you need is them to admit you simply have different needs. no amount of social anxiety advice is going to help me when what i need is sound blocking headphones/earbuds and everyone to acknowledge i need to be left alone after an event. that's not a behavior i need to 'fix', its something that needs to be embraced and allowed for me to be healthy and happy. my family only stopped shaming me about needing alone time, sometimes even during events, after i got them to understand that i'm not a damaged version of their brain software, i'm a whole different operating system.

to use the software analogy, 'person with autism' sounds like 'a pc running windows software' and 'autistic person' sounds like 'a windows pc.' which one sounds more like you should take it in for repair? and which one sounds like you should just stop trying to pair apple-only accessories to it?

obviously if an autistic person prefers 'person with autism' for themself that should be respected but as this poll proves, we VASTLY prefer 'autistic person'

sorry this isnt in replies like you wanted op i hit character limit a while ago

I found out my therapist is actively being taught to avoid saying "autistic person", he was surprised when I told him most of us actually prefer it that way.

But tumblr has polls now so I can actually ask people now rather than just claiming what I've been gathering the past years!

PLEASE REBLOG, also feel free to put your reasonings in the replies!

[everybodyloveshippos]

cryyyying i feel so bad for kael imagine wondering ur whole life what ur dad was like and then you get the chance to meet him via spirit possession/magic and its pharaun

[infamousmonkey-cat]

Byrne has a withdrawn, disembodied, sci-fi quality, and though there’s something unknowable and almost autistic about him, he makes autism fun.

From Pauline Kael's 1984 review of Stop Making Sense

[the-birth-of-art]

David "I have *mild* Asperger's" Byrne, as described by Pauline Kael in her review of the movie Stop Making Sense (1984):

Byrne has a withdrawn, disembodied, sci-fi quality, and though there’s something unknowable and almost autistic about him, he makes autism fun. He gives the group its modernism — the undertone of repressed hysteria, which he somehow blends with freshness and adventurousness and a driving beat. When he comes on wearing a boxlike “big suit” — his body lost inside this form that sticks out around him like the costumes in Noh plays, or like Beuys’ large suit of felt that hangs off a wall — it’s a perfect psychological fit. He’s a handsome, freaky golem. When he dances, it isn’t as if he were moving the suit — the suit seems to move him. And this big box that encloses him is only an exaggeration of his regular nerd-dandy clothes. Byrne may not be human (he rejects ordinary, show-biz forms of ingratiation, such as smiling), but he’s a stupefying performer — he even bobs his head like a chicken, in time to the music.

I love it when david byrne is like “I have MILD aspergers” girl you were out there looking and sounding so autistic that you tipped off people in the goddamn 70s. stimming in public moving like your proprioception is shot to hell no tone shift zero eye contact. total social disaster hyperfocus special interest city. your autism is turbo blasted there’s nothing mild about it king

[cosmicloved]

i am once again rethinking if i'm happy with the current plotline/backstory i have for kael.......hmmmmmmmmmmmm

[tarvalian]

Reunion

[dogencool]

Been slowly reading through Studs Terkel's Working and every time I pick it up and go through a new person's story I tend to get devastated all over again

[saltedearths]

His old shady government job has him gauge the man upon reflex. The niceties were exchanges, and caution is thrown to the wind as quickly as the invite is placed—if he didn't know anyone, Dante would have declined. Maharth seems to think differently, keeping the suggestions and riffing off of the conversation playfully. Either there's an optimism about people there, or Dante is too wary for his own good. Antioch's getting to him. Or the job. But looking at dead bodies arranged as if it were art really isn't good for anyone's mental health.

"No. Just a transplant, like you. Used to travel for work," he says, checking the rearview mirror as he he drives off. His migraines at least, were cooperating with him, his tone steady and even. "How 'bout you then, why come to Antioch? I just wanted somewhere to chill out and collect a paycheck. You seem like the kinda guy that should be in Loch Ness or something."

As  much  as  the  professor  finds  those  who  have  encountered  the  spiritual  world  fascinating,  he  is  equally  intrigued  by  those  who  avoid  it.  Finding  non-believers  feels  just  as  sacred,  especially  in  a  town  as  historic  as  Antioch.  What  codifies  one's  belief?  What  doesn't?  These  questions  have  been  at  the  heart  and  soul  of  Maharth's  intellectual  pursuit.

"  Honestly,  the  places  you  mentioned  are  justly  important,  "  Maharth  says,  emphasizing  his  statement  with  a  light  tap  of  the  air  with  his  index  finger  as  he  comes  to  his  conclusion.  Shepherded  by  the  other  man,  Maharth  verges  upon  a  nearby  parked  car  that  stands  out  among  the  typical  models  on  Antioch's  streets.  Its  coating  is  glossy  like  a  candied  fruit  and  just  as  tempting.

While  others  may  hesitate  to  get  into  a  car  with  a  stranger,  for  the  professor,  it's  second  nature.  The  very  manner  of  his  studies  requests  the  goodwill  of  local  people,  and  he's  probably  hitchhiked  more  than  a  thousand  miles  in  car,  wagon,  boat,  even  a  camel.  His  senses  are  astute  enough  to  pick  up  on  nefarious  intent,  and  Dante  doesn't  trigger  any  alarm  bells.  "  Why  not  if  I'm  already  tall  enough  to  ride?  "  he  says,  playing  off  of  Dante,  "  and  if  the  pie  is  as  good  as  you  make  it  sound,  I'd  love  to  taste  it  myself.  "

After  getting  the  go-ahead  to  come  in,  he  sits  in  the  front  passenger  seat  and  thanks  the  driver  for  the  ride.  While  Oregon  is  lovely  this  time  of  year,  a  spot  of  air  conditioning  is  even  lovelier.  Plus,  does  he  get  to  make  an  acquaintance?  A  friend?  Glancing  over  to  Dante,  Maharth  chances  a  conversation,  hoping  it  won't  be  a  distraction.  "  Have  you  lived  in  Antioch  your  whole  life,  Dante?  "

[yandersluv]

Kael the stalker

ᴛᴡ: ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs: ʜᴀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴsᴜᴀʟ sᴏᴍᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ . ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴅɴɪ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇsʟᴜᴠ — ♡

Kael was a man consumed by an unhealthy, obsessive fixation on [Reader]. His light blue eyes would often gleam with an unsettling intensity when glancing at her, as if analyzing every detail of her appearance down to the face. This clingy stalker would appear unexpectedly wherever [Reader] went - in front of her home, at her favorite cafes, even lurking in the shadows around the college campus. Kael's very presence seemed to exude an air of possessiveness, his towering figure (at 6'4") making [Reader]'s body frame look almost doll-like in comparison whenever he loomed nearby. The Yandere's sole desire revolved around [Reader]- being near her, talking to her, learning everything about her, even if it meant violating her personal space. His fingers would frequently brush against her arm or hair as he "accidentally" bumped into her or playfully came very close .Kael's words dripped with insidious affection, often bordering on the verge of possessiveness. He'd profess his undying devotion, proclaiming [Reader] as "his light in a dark world" or "the air he breathes.""

As Kael's fixation intensified, his behaviors became increasingly inappropriate and borderline disturbing. One memorable instance was when he "discovered" [Reader]'s secret crush on a particular boy from school by rifling through her diary. Kael proceeded to confront the poor fellow, proclaiming their "common interest" in [Reader] and "offering" him a chance to step aside. The poor boy was understandably terrified, having no idea what Kael was capable of. Kael also started showing up at [Reader]'s window at night, his silhouette clearly visible as he whispered her name with an almost desperate urgency. If she didn't emerge, he'd leave her gifts or love notes, sometimes even small trinkets he'd stolen from her room while she slept, under the guise of being "get a souvenir." He would often corner her in secluded areas, pinning her against walls or trees as his hands roamed over her body, claiming she was "made for him" and that he could feel their souls connecting. His breath would grow hot against her ear as he muttered filthy promises, his hardening erection pressing against her through their clothes. Kael even went as far as to break into [Reader]'s house, hiding in the shadows as she prepared for bed.

As Kael's obsession with [Reader] deepened, his actions became increasingly perverted and depraved. One night, after tailing [Reader] home from a late shift at work, he found her curled up on the couch, half-asleep. Her fatigue only seemed to spur his desire, and he moved in silently behind her, his hands roaming her body with an ungentle touch. Kael's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the warm, supple flesh of her thighs. [Reader]'s sleepy protests were muffled as his hand continued its invasive path, sliding higher to cup the swell of her ass. He squeezed roughly, pulling her back against his rigid erection. "Mmm, so responsive even in your sleep," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I wonder what else you're craving, my little [Reader]..."His other hand slid up to roughly fondle her breast, thumbing her nipple through the fabric of her bra.

[chaotic-zora]

@squibbl3 and I have been talking about how their zora oc Kael (who becomes one of Silvyr's partners 😌💕) would be the most popular visiting merchant in Volca, due to how he always brings a ton of food with him.

Without fail, he'll be swarmed by excited zora (recently recovering from a famine) eager to try out new foods, and any remaining stock he has gets boughten up by Silvyr.

Bonus:

[glaciiermonarch]

Six and a half feet of beanstalk leaned up against the side of the dark blue Nismo 400R—only one of a handful of rides with Taka's name on the title—and aphotic kobicha-colored eyes appraised Kael and his predicament. Most others unfamiliar with the fathomless, cutting gaze ended up being intimidated or unsettled, which didn't bother her; and it also rendered any dirty looks against her as impervious. "How in hell you end up over here, mate?" Aussie baritone commented as monotone as ever. "Thought you'd be havin' your boys scrubbing your bike up." Taka's alignment with the gang was probably about as casual as an outsider would be, based entirely off of proximity and a deeply personal friendship with its leader. If there was a Friends and Family card for the Bastards, she probably would have received the first one. She'd taken her own Kawasaki Ninja to be maintained and cleaned up at the gang shop multiple times (always leaving a meaty tip for everyone she saw). "Might not be able to get back up on 'er if you eat shit on the pavement too hard, though." Regardless of any shit-talking, Taka had already decided to pay for whatever Kael's bike needed. "You right, mate? Need a light?"

WHERE: the elephant's trunk car wash WHEN: 5th february, just after noon WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: 3/6

Kael was not in a good mood. But could you blame him, after the morning he'd had? Oh, sure, he'd heard about the pileup earlier that day but, elsewhere in town, he'd driven his motorbike straight into a hot, steaming pile of reindeer shit. Unwilling to make a mess of the gang bike shop by cleaning it himself, he'd been forced to take the bike down to the Elephant's Trunk and pay to get the job done (although he was not convinced any amount of washing could clear away the smell that was still trapped in his nostrils). He'd made his stance on the stench clear to the employees, the specific argument being something to the effect of 'if you keep me in here a minute longer, I'm going to be sick all over the floor', and marched outside for a smoke. He'd only just gotten the cigarette carton out of his pocket when he crashed into a stopped vehicle and tripped over it. Kael managed to land on one knee but half the cigarettes had scattered into a pile of snow on the curb and he'd caught his lip on one of his rough metal rings. As if to rub salt into the wound, he had also drawn the attention of some unsuspecting customer who'd just been waiting their turn. Hoisting himself up, his weight on the vehicle that had committed this heinous crime against him, Kael snapped his attention to this undeserving soul. "What are you looking at?"

[epicawsomeusername]

I’ve talked about how being in a belly would be comforting emotionally, but I also think the *physical* sensations would also be calming and soothing.

I imagine the inside of a belly to be warm and cozy. The stomach walls are soft and slimy, almost like being held in a cushiony chamber of warmth I guess. Idk how to explain it. The walls gently pulse and flex around you, reminding you that everything is alive. You would be gently cradled and coddled in a loving embrace while the tension is massaged out of your muscles.

But now that I’ve talked about the physical sensations, I’ve got to talk about the emotional side of it. There’s a quote from the book Tuesdays With Morrie that I think about a lot. I can’t find the exact quote, but it talks about that feeling of love and affection we feel when we’re young, and how as we grow up, we never really get over that feeling. Most of us still crave it. I think that’s where I get my love for vore. From my point of view, being in a belly symbolizes the feeling of safety and comfort. You’re as close as you can get to someone you love. Cradled gently in their core, showered with unconditional love.

I can see how the pred would find it comforting as well. When you care about someone, you naturally feel protective of them. And what better way to protect your friend than by hiding them away in your belly? It’s the safest place they could possibly be. They’re that comforting weight in your belly.

That’s why I created Kael. He’s designed to be a comforting presence. I wanted him to be the gentlest, most loving dragon he could possibly be, and I think I somewhat succeeded with that.

Sorry about the rant lol. I’ve just been thinking about this a lot lately and I wanted to share my thoughts. Idk if any of this even makes sense lol.

[freys-goblin-kid-lokis-spy]

I have returned, Kael will leave now.

@lordofsummergodofrizz father we have to talk about the fact that you did not look for me

[tanthamore-events]

Tanthamore Week May 2023 Info (updated)

What is Tanthamore Week?

Tanthamore Week 2023 is a week-long fanwork creation celebration for the pairing Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos from the TV show Willow (2022), running from May 22-28, 2023. The theme is “Season 2”!

How does it work?

You create fan content aligning with one of the prompts and post it during the week! You can use the tags and AO3 collection to organise, and we will reblog/post some of the creations.

There are seven prompts, one for each day – they are general and then we have provided specific ideas for each of them. You don’t have to use any of the specific ones.

You don’t have to create something for every day! You don’t have to adhere strictly to the prompts! This is meant to be as inclusive and accessible as possible. There are no word minimums or maximums, no requirements for art size or approach, etc. You can write a long fic that hits each of the prompts, or a drabble for only one prompt – anything is welcome.

All types of fan content are welcome: art, fic, vids, fan mixes, rec lists, etc. If it’s transformative, it’s welcome!

You can add your work to the collection on AO3 here if you would like (use the "Post to Collection" button).

All content should be in some way related to Tanthamore, and to the overall theme of “Season 2”, but other than that, feel free to interpret the prompts and guidelines however you like. We are not going to police your work!

All ratings and content warnings are welcome, but please tag it appropriately (on AO3, using the Archive warnings and rating system as you please, and on Tumblr, with tags that communicate the content in a manner similar to the archive warnings.

Any questions can be asked using our ask box or emailed to us at tanthamoreweek@gmail.com.

Prompts

Day 1: A World of Fantasy

Everything Bavmorda

Tanthalos family history/family tree

Crone backstory

Who is Lili?

Blood of the Six

The history of Kael and/or the Bone Reavers

Who are the Mothers?

Fairies, mermaids, minotaurs, fantasy creatures of all kinds

The Wyrm / the Wyrmworld

Day 2: The Darkness Within

Character goes to the dark side / is evil

Jade gets corrupted by the Crone

Graydon emerges from the Immemorial City

Kit gets taken instead of Airk

Bavmorda corrupts the twins

Madmartigan comes back evil

Day 3: The Journey Home

Return to the Wildwood

Scorpia’s successful mission to free the slaves from Skellin

Vale of Boobs

Revisiting Ballantine's grave

How do they get back up the waterfall at the end of the world?

Return to Nockmaar

Rescuing Graydon

Sneaky kisses

Public kisses

Getting teased

Day 4: Preparing for the Long War

Drawing lines in the sand

Gathering allies

Training Arcs

Galladoorn and the Shining Legion become enemies of Tir Asleen

New allies

Day 5: Haunted

Haunted by decisions made in the past

Nightmares/bad dreams or memories

Supernatural spookiness

Characters are forced to face their fears

Madmartigan returns, and how Kit, Airk, and Sorsha respond

Finally talking about past events

Angst

Day 6: Countdown

Racing against time

Flashbacks

Time jumps

Characters have to be somewhere by a certain time/date

Day 7: Lessons learned

What was gained/what was lost

The Cuirass

Rediscoveries

Processing past events

Consequences of past actions

Understanding past mistakes

Training together

Really excited to see what everyone creates! Please spread the word to your Tanthamore-loving friends <3.