REMINDER TO TAG YOUR DISCOURSE AND CHARACTER CRITICISM

REMINDER TO TAG YOUR DISCOURSE AND CHARACTER CRITICISM

It can be super upsetting for someone to be scrolling through a fandom tag only to find someone talking about how a particular character is a shitty person or any other type of fandom discourse about their comfort characters. I came a across a post like that a few minutes ago and it really upset me seeing such an important comfort ship to me be so ruthlessly criticized for stupid things.

This is also for people who are scrolling through Tumblr and don’t want to see posts upon posts of discourse they don’t care about.

Keep in mind somethings deserve to be called out and criticized, though! Also don’t be discouraged from making character analysis posts and posts to let people know what you are uncomfortable with! Treat yourself AND others with respect!

Heads up y’all it’s more Mama Puffy angst.

Puffy pacing around, fighting with the idea of her innocent baby being so vile. She’s adamant that it can’t really be him, that something is forcing him to this, that it might be someone that is pretending to be Dream. Yet everyone else is telling her let it go and in a moment of pure despair and frustration she punches a hole in the wall.

She storms off before anyone can say anything. She finds herself at a small pond, she sits down to try and calm down. Yet as she begins to feel more at ease a mother duck and her ducklings swim by. She loses whatever composure she had left.

During a fight with Dream, Puffy tries something risky. She’s standing in front of Dream, she drops her sword and her shield. “My little duckling, it’s me, it’s mama.” The nickname gets through for a moment, “Mom?”, the relief Puffy feels is replaced by terror when Dream steps back, shaking his head, mumbling something in a voice that not his own in a language unrecognizable. Storm clouds brew fast overhead as the ground under Dream withers. Puffy can see his veins turn black from the rips in his sleeves.

Puffy has barely a moment to react when Dream lets out an inhuman shriek and swings his axe at her head. She dodges out of the way, but the axe blade slices her ear.

And with a crash of lightning, Dream is gone.

Somewhere behind her Technoblade mumbles in disbelief. “Dreamon.”

me: gay minecraft

everyone: ***blacks out and reblogs***

This is important and completely true, a quick google check will tell you everything if you want to see. It took me, no sh*t, 5 seconds to fact check

White supremacy and colonization really forced that male/female binary onto so many communities, lands, and cultures, huh?

I didn’t expect anyone to like my angsty rambles. I’ve got more where that came from if y’all want?

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.

Reblog Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.

I don’t have any fic recs about this idea but I’m very tempted to write one myself. Stay tuned cause it might be very soon, I’ve been backhanded by the inspiration faerie.

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.