#no pronouns character

[cheesemenace]

Corpses, Walkers, Zombies, Ghouls- Oh Whatever

Chapter 4 - Wandering Feet, Wandering Thoughts

The walk to the water tower was horrendous. An absolute nightmare. All the way from the soles of my feet to halfway up my calves throbbed in pain. About three quarters into my “adventure” I realized that I have no clue how water towers work. Rather than continue with unfounded hope, I ransacked a dusty beauty supply store. I snatched a few of the non-perishable snacks near the register and swiped the last 4 plastic water bottles. What? Do you think I'm going to drink a monster during the apocalypse? I’m being chased by monsters, I don’t need to drink one.

        Hot blistering white concrete was framed by unkempt lawns, now long grasses spilled over. Weeds struck up through cracks in the ground and took over flowerbeds. It reminded me of the virus. An unstoppable force hellbent on choking out life. 

        So far I have only seen the virus take over human vessels, but there is always a chance a mutation will appear from the dark veins of the undead to destroy the rest of the living. It is difficult to think about that. New emancipated life, which has been a slave to humanity for millions of years, snatched up once again for torture.  Freed, just to be enslaved in a dance of death once more with a twisted version of their previous captors. Maybe the lifeless versions of mankind will be less cruel. I plead with whatever control, whatever higher power, whatever god is out there: that this is a punishment for man or a revolution of the earth. A natural pesticide to rid the land of the biggest infestation, the filthiest cockroaches, humanity. 

        As my thoughts wandered, so did my feet. There in front of me stood the water tower, its dark gaze trained on me.

        Only I would do something as stupid as waste my energy thinking about useless information and making my way to useless places. I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided a water tower would be my best bet for clean water. Fingers twitched at my sides before gripping onto the sweaty cotton fabric of my shirt, resisting the urge to pick at the delicate skin of its nail beds.

Not like I can take back any actions, what’s done is done. 

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[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!

[galaxylover06]

Their name is Barry and they can't escape the digital cir

[annabelle--cane]

her pronouns are HE/HIM

[entnoot]

Olwen, the Unicorn 👑

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[squidpedia]

You’ll figure it out

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Thistle Debut Day!

[l0id-0nline]

Transgender allegory? In my digital circus? It's more likely than you think...

Edit: I know they cannonically use any pronouns, I meant that their relationship with body dysmorphia is not about being trans. They feel uncomfortable in a body that is not theirs, and this narrative is often used by trans people to describe their discomfort with their body. In Zooble's case, they are trapped in a digital avatar. That is why I called it an allegory, since Zooble's dysphoria is not directly about being trans.

[apollos-boyfriend]

people who refer to their favorite characters with pronouns that deviate from what said character uses in canon are stronger than any us marine

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Note: Wrote this a few years after the initial chapter so the writing style may be slightly different

Chapter 2 - Struggle

The salt of my tears is bitter. It burned my mouth and stained my face. Even though my eyes could produce no more, emotion still lingered. Fear courses through my body. Breath shallow and short, air struggles to escape my lungs. My stomach flips and flips as I wash away under the waves of anxiety. I twitch slightly while I try to calm myself. 

        I could not bring myself to look away from the wires. Some placed above my skin, secured by a sort of tape. While others dug their tubes deep into my flesh. Stains like pomegranate juice, yet red like the darkest of roses cluttered my body. The blood looks as if it had been spilled this very moment but has long since been dry.  

        The Observer, as I chose to call them, had left around an hour ago. Although significant time had passed, it hazed and blended together. Existence felt irrelevant. Thoughts were so jumbled together all I could process was the raw emotion. 

        My memories feel confusing, there is not a single timeline I can create that feels right. Not one that feels completely mine. My head pounds as thoughts swim around my brain. It feels as though every thought and memory I have ever conceived and retained is expanding tenfold at my forehead. My eyes hurt and my skull feels as if it may give out at any moment. 

        Unstable state of mind is the only thing that binds me to the cold metal chair. As uncomfortable as it is, I cannot force myself to roam. I bring my hands together and rub my right thumb over the other in a soothing motion in an attempt to quiet my fears and countless thoughts. My head clears just enough for me to question my predicament. As my fingers graze over a puncture wound made from one of the many wires I breathe a single word.

        “How?”

        Even though my thoughts are still muddled I recognize my mistake. My shoulders ache and groan as my whole body shudders just to stiffen. My vision blurs once again and my head spins. The dull gray of the painted walls expanded and consumed the table and door. Even the wires were devoured by the thick gray mist of destruction. The color soon shifted to a recognizable blank slate of white. Once again I was in the void. 

        I felt as though my body was being pushed through a thick comfortable yet suffocating material. The air within my lungs compressed and pressurized, I would choke if I hadn’t felt incapable of doing so. My whole body felt paralyzed. The feeling of glass came back. Eyes being cut and stabbed with cold fragments. Like larger needles being inserted into the nerves. So much pain. But while sharp short pains continued, the long lasting aches of my bones soothed. I felt relaxed, yet panicked. Almost as if I was being drowned in the most comfortable of warm waters. A peaceful but fearful time. 

        Suddenly the warm feeling left. Temperature lowered and my bones felt heavy. My body plummeted back to consciousness. 

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[beebfreeb]

If I saw a nutcracker nobody could stop me

[roorreer]

Something something. Making Solas a liar in Veilguard actively brings back a problem they fixed working on Inquisition.

On December 20 2019 VGS posted an interview with Trick Weekes about their work on Solas. This whole sentence is a link so its large enough for mobile but also disclaimer this is before they changed their name so deadname warning.

Here's a transcription I found here which is where i took the screenshots above. Since I know not everyone has 40 minutes to listen to an online radio interview.

I however highlighted the main point since most of you are not reading the screenshots anyway but skimming through. Rant under Read-more. Also bc i try to not be too negative on people's dashs but also i wanna ramble some more.

"But he lied a lot more. And it really weakened his character."

You can tell this happened during the game. Solas lies only once within Inquisition. He says something he can't be vague about and you push him so he lies, badly. He usually tells the truth vaguely. Typically Solas lies no more than Blackwall.

I fully believe that if in Inquisition your inquisitor figured out that Solas was Fen’harel and asked him bluntly to his face he'd confess. He might even be impressed. But why would you ever start to think that. No one assumes that their coworker is actually Poseidon regardless of how much they love the beach and ocean.

He hides in your expectations.

You can't ask him about being an ancient elf or being Fen'harel of myth because those aren't very probable. They're astronomically low to be truth within that universe. And outside, no one finished DA2 and went i wonder if one of our next companions is the Dread Wolf. Sera said, impossible things can't be surprises. He doesn't have to lie so when the truth comes out it's becomes obvious on a second playthrough.

They then actively bring back a problem they fixed in Inquisitions development. That they were open about fixing. That having a character that outright lies to you makes you have no intention of even hearing out the character. It retroactively undercuts Inquisition bc i see people trying to find Solas' lies in it when they aren't going to find any beyond the court intrigue.

It undercuts any lore we do get from Solas bc people dismiss it outright as being a lie from Mr "I abhor blood magic". I feel like shaking people's shoulders like no, dont do it.

They retconned him guys i have proof from 2019.

And its like if you hate Solas is this even satisfying? Like that's not Solas. His motivations are gone (that's a whole other post) and so is his core personality trait. It's like they went here's the Dreadwolf but during the ten years they replaced the smug asshole who was insufferably right with a 20 yo senior chihuahua that doesnt have any teeth.

My favorite villains are those that tell the truth. Because nothing hurts more than the truth. Can you imagine if he told you the truth. If he told you horrible things that you dismissed as lies to only be true. Wouldn't Varric’s death have more weight if he told you Varric was dead only for you - for everyone - to see him in the Lighthouse. If it was a spirit who took his shape to help you or even because it saw something worth reflecting in your memories.

So you dismiss him until it's revealed near the end oh he was telling the truth and you have an oh shit maybe he was right about other things but its too late to try and stop any of the truths he told you which could be from allies/companions betraying to stuff about Ghilan'nain and Elgarnan.

Like the only way to redeem Solas was to listen to him and by going out of your way to address problems he sees and you can find the alternative to tearing down the Veil by a series a little puzzle pieces throughout the game.

Have it be he will only listen to you if you listen to him. That he'll reject your other solution bc why the hell would he trust you if you couldnt extend the same.

Like Solas couldve been a great villian and he should've been great for both the haters and those that liked him. Not only the romance but for those who became his friend. Like i keep coming back to if i hated Solas would i be satisfied with Veilguard.

And the answer is no because that isnt Solas.

Tricking him has no weight bc he's an idiot in Veilguard like not even in the ending bc doesn't notice you switch the dagger around like right in front of him but none of his actions make sense. Ppl have mentioned the regret prison makes no sense for Elgarnan and Ghilan'nain bc they don't have regrets.

Attacking Solas has no weight because he literally needs the shit kicked out of him by a dragon for it to even begin to work. They literally need him to be at deaths door before its realistic that Rook could take him in a fight.

Redeem has no weight bc of the massive retcons to his motivations. They had to retcon the post credits scene bc even if Flemythal went hey i don't want you to do this Dai Solas wouldve went okay but that doesnt solve my other problems with the veil including the corruption of spirits and the fact its in literal shambles so i guess is still coming down.

I'm just disappointed. By the end of Trespasser they had a great villian and they just tossed it to the side and reverted him and people are arguing about a character who's sole defining trait in Veilguard is a problem they solved before Inquisition launched.

Basically we can sum it up with a screenshot.

[titanofthedepths]

Society if people stopped using “he” for characters that use they/them or it/its

[annabelle--cane]

hey magheads, just quickly reminding everyone that ink5oul uses they/them pronouns. they have been spoken about in the third-person extensively with only gender neutral language. we're all going to stick to that, right? we aren't going to mysteriously start using gendered language after learning their legal name and hearing them speak for a long period of time, right?

[demonir]

Apparently I didn't know but Fields of Mistria had an update that added more pronouns options for the player and ngl I'm tearing up a bit because no game ever had let me do he/she or she/he pronouns together before and I've always had to conform to one or the other or just they so this is like... huge to me, it's insanely important no matter how small it is so I'm just like- on my knees rn