Thaidakar the Ghostblood

XD what about hemaromantic and hemalursexual? Would that mean you’re spiking someone else’s gender or sexuality into yourself? (We’re going to ignore how wrong that sounds) I have questioned my gender before, not often, but there have been times. Each and every time, however, there has been one thing in common. I’ve felt that the thoughts have not come from a genuine place of feeling that I am a woman, but from a place of insecurity, a place of darkness, a place of not loving myself. Those feelings were not true for me, they were not good for me. Other people, you for example, have had and are having good experiences with this, and that is wonderful! I myself am not someone who has genuinely felt these things. I am immensely grateful that I never acted on those feelings and thoughts because, as time has progressed, I have grown into liking myself, feeling more secure over who I am, and have felt like I am a son of God. With all of those things has come a realization of my biggest life goal. I want to, above all else, get married and become a father. If I had acted in those false thoughts, I would not have the chance to become a father at some point in the future. In summary, I have questioned my gender and I think about it occasionally, but each time I always come out of the train of thought thinking that I am male, have always been male and will always be male. So I guess there’s your answer (now, if we’re talking about gay tho, then I have one word for you. Aziraphale)

Anyone watch Tales of the Empire yet? I thought episodes one and four were absolute bangers while the other episodes were kinda just fine.

Oh my gosh I want it.

This is not the thread you are looking for.

And so the law is maintained.

Happy Star Wars day y’all.

*looks around*

"This will be nice and juicy later....hehehe..." - @The Bookwyrm

Thaidakar, the original one, was grumpy that his author, who was not very busy in comparison to other authors, wasn't resurrecting him for the fiftieth time. His author hadn't responded to his latest request. Nor the seventy before that. Thaidakar assumed it had gotten lost in the mail.

There was the sound of shattering glass around them as reality fractured around each of them, adjusting to unfamiliar beings in this other world. Each of them, except for Thaidakar. "Ahh, yes," Thaidakar said calmly, "Home." He shifted his form, turning towards what seemed like exactly as the rest of the area and closed his eyes. A bright light shimmered from him and he changed forms into his Soulless form. Snaking black scales, glowing red eyes, and a cravat shaped bit of cream on his chest, Thaidakar began to slither away from the group. His tail swished around the group as he ejected himself away to... well, that would be soon to be seen. As for everyone else left there, they would continue falling forever, only eachother and the endless void below for company. Never to eat food again, never to feel solid ground beneath them, and never to see the clinic again. That was, until a solemn voice from a bright yellow hovercraft that had just arrived in the area said, as she kept pace with them as they fell, "You need a lift, or are you doing this for the experience?" Mostly to herself, she said, "Only arrogant buggers with nothing to lose do this for fun, if ya ask me... aint that right?" She pushed a button on the craft and a quirky tune played. A mental projection shot into Quinn's mind. I was here first. Get in line.

As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene.

Do I haaaave to?

HES MY ART DADDY - @Kajsa

But whyyyy