Apologies for being grumpy, but I would like to suggest that the popular argument that "if you don't like this character/ship/story then you can just block it" can equally be applied to things that you might personally consider too vanilla, clichéd or boring, not just things that someone else might consider too explicit, weird or disgusting.
Whinging because you think there's too much monogamy, romance and tenderness in someone else's blog is just as ridiculous and judgemental as complaining there is too much polyamory, casual sex or vore in it. If you don't like something then nobody is forcing to you look at it - hard as it might be to believe, you're not actually imprisoned in some cottagecore version of A Clockwork Orange, and you do actually have some level of agency in how you engage with the media in front of you.
(( Bear with me while I post some of my non-FFXIV writing! ))
“Tobku. S’yer watch.”
The kobold stirred and growled as Tommen shook them awake but consciousness steadily came to the small warrior. Tokbu lazily rose upward into an upright position as their eyes shifted in and out of focus for a moment before settling on the human that had woken them. Tokbu wasn’t unaccustomed to the dark, in fact Tokbu preferred the night, it was simply to irregular sleeping pattern that had become part-and-parcel with travelling alongside their companions. Traipsing around in broad daylight wasn’t exactly a kobold’s greatest strength.
“Okay.” the raspy, harsh sound of Tokbu ‘whispering’ called back to the human, “I’m going, I’m going…”
Tommen gave a silent nod, patting the small dragonkin on the shoulder several times before standing and making his way over to a nearby tree where he had set up a makeshift hammock using … many feet of rope. It was definitely time for some shut eye. Tokbu, however, had made their way just outside of the camp for the night to find an advantageous place to keep watch. After a spell of wandering Tokbu decided upon a small cliff edge that overlooked the Fields of the Dead from a fair distance above. It was an ideal location for keeping eyes peeled for unexpected guests.
The skies were clear on this particular night, leaving the immense sea of stars to be plainly seen. The stars, on nights such as these, appeared to Tokbu to be startling like a snowstorm frozen in place. Their gaze lingered heavenward as they settled down on the ledge with feet dangling over the seeming abyss below. There were times when Tokbu missed it; the great expanse of the frigid north. There was a certain serenity to being that far away from … well, everything. However, it wouldn’t be the same. Not any more. Not since Sheindrylth had changed everything for the young kobold.
The mere thought of the terrible white dragon caused Tokbu’s blood to boil. Not only for the indignity of the dragon’s betrayal, but the ignominy of Tokbu’s own complicity. That it took such an act of brutality and villainy to open the young hunter’s eyes to the nature of dragons. Every life but their own was expendable and their appetite for cruelty could never be satiated. The kobold attempted to calm down but it was far too late. The fury overtook them as their senses burned away for just a moment.
Then clarity returned.
“Tokbu.” A voice that sounded of jagged teeth scraping against solid stone called out from behind, “Tokbu!”
Tokbu jerked their head to the side with a snap, eyes narrowing at the source of the new voice. It was Kruttuk. At one time the chieftain of Tokbu’s tribe, but now they were simply another one of the dead. Though that certainly didn’t seem to stop them from continuing to call upon Tokbu as though they were both still in those caverns beneath the Spine of the World. Yet they were nothing more than an apparition of their former selves.
“All-Watcher.” Tokbu finally responded after they composed themselves at least in some measure from both the surprise and the sudden onset of anger.
“Some All-Watcher you turned out to be, Kruttuk.”
Another voice joined in on what had previously been a peaceful evening; this one more measured and less shrill. Tokbu’s gaze shifted to the new arrival, but there was no mystery as to who it was. Rhaze, a kobold which Tokbu had never actually met during life. They had been the All-Watcher of the tribe before the time of Kruttuk. A sorcerer of noteworthy talent, a rarity amongst Tokbu’s tribe; the Shatterers.
“Leading the tribe to ruin and disgrace.” What Rhaze’s voice lacked in auditory harshness it made up for in implied barbs.
“Ruin and disgrace!?” Kruttuk’s jarring voice snapped back, sounding incredulous and offended, “Ruin and disgrace!?”
The ghostly kobold pointed a finger at Rhaze who, even in their ethereal state, held a countenance that edged on domineering. It was clear that this particular kobold held themselves above the others and Kruttuk seemed hesitant to question them even in the face of their indignation.
“Yes, most importantly disgrace!”
Rhaze’s words were sharp and direct, it was clear enough that Rhaze’s opinion of Kruttuk was never particularly high even in life. Death seems to have only made the sorcerer’s opinion drop further. Amid the exhausting quibbling that had begun between the two spectres yet another voice inserted itself into the discourse, though this voice was decidedly meek when compared to the others. Even for a kobold.
“But the new All-Watcher will atone for us.” The timid voice insisted with an unexpected gravity.
It was Eris. Small, even by kobold standards, Eris was a kobold that Tokbu knew nothing about save for the fact that their spirit frequently interjected in times of internal turmoil. Even Rhaze and Kruttuk, having devolved into near unintelligible Yipyak, suddenly quieted and shifted their attention to the newest arrival.
“All-Watcher.” Rhaze commented snidely as they composed themselves and useless dusted their spectral robes, “Where All is Nothing.”
Rhaze gave another sharp glare in Kruttuk’s direction to punctuate his statement. Tokbu bristled. Rhaze was much to take in all at once and, having never met the sorcerer in life, Tokbu was slowly finding that they were glad for it. As powerful as the sorcerer might have been, they were an intolerably abrasive presence. Perhaps Tokbu might have felt different in earlier times and would have been glad for firm and powerful leadership.
But that wasn’t now. Definitely not now.
“Tobku is the All-Watcher now, like it or not, Rhaze” Eris, again, insisted gently, “And Tokbu will prove to Sheindrylth that the Shatterers remain worthy.”
“Tokbu is the greatest warrior our tribe has seen in generations, Rhaze.” It was Kruttuk’s turn to chime in, “Even you, in your height, would have been a fool to challenge them.”
The most recent All-Watcher seemed to take some pleasure in that assertion. Though it has little to do with their own doing, anything that could be used to belittle and undermine Rhaze was a valuable treasure. Kruttuk had spent all their years up to Rhaze’s death being berated by the sorcerer; the contempt ran deep.
There was only a prickly scoff in response. For all the pride that Rhaze might possess they couldn’t deny that Tokbu was certainly exceptional amongst their kin. Perhaps even more so than Rhaze themselves. Loathe as they were to admit it. Nothing that they said to the contrary would come off as anything but petty and weak. So they remained silent.
Eyes were now upon Tokbu, All-Watcher of the Shatterers, expecting an echo of their grand assertions. However, Tokbu simply remained silent. Where normally Tokbu felt fury at all things Draconic only an ember of despair burned now, as eyes dropped to the ground. After all the indignities, all the suffering, all the horrid injustices against them at the hands of Sheindrylth they could only think of was how to make amends and how to impress that tyrant.
“Greatest warrior, perhaps.” Rhaze’s churlish tone rose back up, “But also our smallest mind.”
Both Eris and Kruttuk turned to glare daggers at Rhaze. The sorcerer weathered their collective gaze with prideful confidence. There was no remorse to be found for their sharp words. Tokbu simply remained silent for a time; that ember of despair flaring to a searing white-hot.
“Surely if Tokbu continues to show their prowess by felling Sheindrylth’s rivals our matron will, once again, look upon us with favor.”
The grating voice of Kruttuk offered his thoughts in a misguided attempt to encourage the beleaguered kobold warrior. Yet, though it flew in the face of all that Tokbu had come to believe and value, it had done just that. That searing despair in the pit of his stomach transformed to outrage. A glowing ire that reflected in Tokbu’s eye as a roaring fire.
“Yes.” Tokbu finally replied, their intense gaze settled upon Rhaze now, “I’ll show our matron who is worthy.”
Were Rhaze afforded the abiTlity to shiver, they would have under that gaze. Fear was an emotion that was well known among kobolds, part and parcel to daily life for the dragonkin, but rarely to Rhaze ever feel it sourced from another kobold. Most particularly when the sorcerer was already dead.
“See, Rhaze?” Eris once again injecting when it became clear that tensions were running high, “Tokbu will be our savior. We have nothing to fear. The Shatterers will ascend back to our rightful place.”
Tokbu ripped their gaze away from Rhaze, who had begrudgingly relented by turning away from Tokbu in the hopes that no one would seem them quaking. Now the warrior’s gaze shifted to Eris, the enigmatic diplomatic of this ‘council’. They were unknown even to Kruttuk and Rhaze, two of the smartest kobolds, though in very different ways, that had become All-Watcher in recent history.
“Yes. I will.” Tokbu asserted with confidence bolstered by anger.
“Good.”
Eris’ reply was simple and short, there was nothing more to be said. They simply passed a meaningful look to Tokbu before fading entirely from view and returning to the Ethereal. Tokbu appeared mystified, uncertain as to what the look meant, but quickly shook the confusion off just in time to turn and watch Kruttuk fade from view.
All that remained was Rhaze.
The sorcerer remained longer than the others, leveling a distrustful stare in Tokbu’s direction. There were no words to be given, only a silent sense of doubt. Whatever it was that Rhaze was thinking, they never shared it before they simply vanished into nothing. They were gone, all of them, at least for now. There was no doubting that they would be back again. The next time Tokbu’s anger became too great, as they always did.
There was a sense of relief that washed over Tokbu now, visibly relaxing and returning to their perch at the cliffedge. Once more their eyes drifted heavenward.
That feeling when you read a filthy manga and find a page somebody directly traced their art from but don't have the guts to point and do a callout because you don't want anybody to know exactly what flavor of filthy manga you're into reading. That's my evening!! You get away with tracing.. this time. Because i'm a coward. Also I shouldn't be typing at all it's hurting my wrist lmao. That said, i'm taking a break from computer until shb so I'll see everybody again then!
tfw I was an irelia main 4 years ago and Riot pulls this shit on me and now I’m fighting the powerful urge to reDL the game oh my god please save me I thought I left playing league omfg I don’t even remember ANYTHING and now I have to start fresh IF. if. if I do. get back into it. f u c k.
