souridealist:

I keep thinking about the scene where Nott gives Yasha flowers, because like, any sentence starting with “all girls like ____” tends to put my hackles up, but from a strictly Watsonian perspective? There’s something kind of intensely touching about Nott, this filthy, ugly, toothy, twitchy goblin who quietly collects shiny and beautiful things, thinking that of course Yasha would like flowers. Yasha is six feet tall, ferocious, taciturn, terrifying, built like a brick shithouse, decked out in warrior’s plaits and battle paint – why wouldn’t she want a gift of something soft and pretty? Wouldn’t anyone like something pretty? Nott does. And it turns out that she’s right; Yasha, to the surprise of everyone, not only takes the flowers but treasures them. Whoof. Stack that with Nott saying that she knows she’s not very feminine, that most people (or most non-goblins) can’t even tell she’s a girl, and like. Whoof. Nott’s relationship to femininity is getting really fucking interesting, in a way that I find intensely personally gripping. And I’m pretty sure it’s pure serendipity, because that’s like… a lot for a cis guy to come out with off-the-cuff at a D&D game, but the nature of both D&D and storytelling in general is that small accidental details can become significant, and I’m going to end this post here before I go into 21000 words about death of the author and D&D podcasts as a new form of narrative, but the point is: I love Nott