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prince/ss   29+   targaryen,   emma   d'arcy

prince/ss   28+   targaryen,   drew   starkey

prince/ss   26+   targaryen,   madelyn   cline

ruling   lady   mallister   +   bruna   marquezine

ruling   lady   tyrell   née   rowan   +   kylie   verzosa

prince/ss   33+   martell,   aditi   rao   hydari

liege   33+   velaryon,   regé   -   jean   page

liege   21+   stark,   isabela   merced

lady   stark   née   tully,   jessica   chastain

lady   27+   lannister,   emily   bader

ruling   lady   greyjoy,   ayça   ayşin   turan

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@notredamcs,       elaena   targaryen

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@sacrifeis,       edric   baratheon

[pathologicalreid]

hello my new favorite tumblr writer 😇 i will b honest i have never requested anything before so!! bear with me. however the spencer reid brainrot is all too real SO would you be open to doing anything with a hotchner!fem!reader? bau or not for the reader! something something hotch is very hesitant about their relationship but maybe reader gets caught in the crossfire of something and hotch and prentiss see them together afterward and prentiss is like “that looks pretty real to me.” DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE OKAY I’M LEAVING NOW THANK YOUUUU 🫡

a father's daughter | S.R.

in which your father doesn't approve of your relationship, but who knows how he'll react when reid jumps into action after a threat against your life

who? spencer reid x hotchner!fem!bau!reader category: angst content warnings: general cm violence, blood, stitches, hospitals, medical inaccuracy word count: 2.03k a/n: anon you are legendary. this is an incredible request and i am so honored to be your new favorite tumblr writer! i am an absolute sucker for anything hotchner!reader (or rossi!reader) so i absolutely ate this request up! (also if anyone wanted to drop a request in my inbox... it would be welcome)

Aaron Hotchner was the most professional person in the BAU, except when it came to you. You, like him, had gone to law school. You were a public defender for just a short time before being put into WITSEC, and when your mother died, you applied to the FBI Academy.

Plain and short, it was nepotism, but no one was going to argue with the man whose wife was murdered by a serial killer. Your dad wanted you in the BAU so he could keep an eye on you, and there was nothing Erin Strauss could do about it. What your father couldn’t control, was your relationship with Reid.

He could tell you that he didn’t approve, but so long as David Rossi, king of inter-bureau mingling, was around, he couldn’t actually do anything to stop you. “I’m just saying that I’ve never seen Reid be consistent with a relationship,” your dad said, having pulled you away from the team to, once again, try to warn you off of your relationship.

“He’s been pretty consistent for the last seven months,” you responded, rifling through the victims' files that were in your arms.

You started to make your way out of the empty office when your father spoke again, “And he’s too old for you.”

Stopping in your tracks, you pivoted and faced your father, “He’s three years older than I am, I’m twenty-six. That’s hardly an age gap to bat an eye at.” The two of you had always had a rocky relationship, he missed a large portion of your childhood due to this job and you always tried to not resent him for it.

Your parents’ marriage fell apart, neither of them handled it well, and you weren’t all that surprised. They had gotten married when your mom got pregnant with you because they thought that was what they were supposed to do, and when Jack couldn’t keep them together, everything fell apart.

“You have no right to lecture me on relationships, Agent Hotchner,” you snapped, staring him down. Daring him to challenge you.

He sighed, obviously trying not to lose his patience with you. “I’d just hate for you to find out you wasted your time on something that wasn’t real.”

The door behind you swung open, you spun on your heels to face Emily. “Sorry, uh, we have a location, Morgan’s coordinating with SWAT,” she said, looking between you and your father.

“Great, let’s go,” your father said, his parental demeanor falling away as his Unit Chief mask took its place.

You walked out the door to see the rest of the team, Rossi tossed you a Kevlar vest as you walked over to where Spencer was standing with the police chief, “Where are we headed?” You asked, undoing the Velcro on the vest and pulling it over your torso. The beige precinct was buzzing as agents and officers prepared to break into the UnSub’s home base. Hopefully to find his most recent victim still alive.

Reid reached over and adjusted the strap of your vest, making sure it was evenly tightened over your shoulders. “Garcia found a warehouse on the other side of town. It’s being rented out under an anagram of the first victim’s name,” he said, gently squeezing your arm before dropping his hands back to his side.

Nodding, you followed the rest of the team out the metal doors of the precinct and into the black SUVs. “Your UnSub’s name is Jonas Watts, he used a different name to rent the space but the account he uses to pay for it is under his name,” Garcia’s voice rang through the speaker as she told you about the perpetrator. “He checks every UnSub box we have, raised by a single father after his mother left, and… oh, multiple arrests for assault.”

You looked up to the driver’s seat, your dad was white-knuckling the steering wheel, entirely focused on driving as you listened to Garcia reciting the UnSub’s rap sheet.

When you arrived at the warehouse SWAT was already there and Morgan started organizing the tactical assault. Drawing your weapon, you nodded at your teammate when he instructed you to go around the back with himself and your father. Allowing Morgan to kick the door down, the three of you held your firearms up and began clearing the warehouse.

Further away, you heard Emily and Spencer clearing the front. “Clear, moving up,” you called into your radio as you approached the stairs, stepping on them carefully so they didn’t creak. On the landing, you looked at a trail of blood on the ground. “There’s a blood trail in the upper west wing,” you whispered.

“Move up, little Hotch, I’m right behind you,” Morgan responded.

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, one that you had begged him to stop using, you moved forward, keeping your firearm aimed right in front of you. Turning into the room that the blood trail led to, you immediately ducked when you saw a knife coming for you. Keeping your gun aimed, you faced down the UnSub, “Jonas Watts, FBI!” You announced yourself, scanning the room for the girl he took last night.

Watts shook his head, “You’re not supposed to be here! You can’t be here!” He shouted in distress.

“Where’s the girl, Jonas? Where did you take Isobel?” You asked him, not seeing her in the room the two of you were in. There was another entrance on the left of him.

He stepped toward you, and you cocked your gun, “I don’t have her now. I lost her, she’s lost,” he said, there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Unnerved, you decided to take a leap of faith, “Jonas, where’s your partner?” A partner hadn’t been part of the profile, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The crimes were too complex, it didn’t match up with something as simple as using an anagram of a victim’s name for the warehouse rental.

Morgan filed in behind you, aiming his gun at Jonas, same as you. “Time’s running out, Jonas. If you tell us about your partner we can help you,” he said, slowly inching toward Watts.

“It’s too late,” Jonas wailed.

Someone knocked into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward before you were pulled to your feet. One arm was locked around your torso, and another was holding a knife to your throat. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll cut her fucking throat!” The unnamed man said from behind you, he was almost impossibly tall, easily overpowering you.

You didn’t dare move, not with that knife to your throat, one false move and you’d bleed out. Morgan shouted for him to let you go, but he just pressed the knife tighter to your neck, splitting the skin.

Shutting your eyes, you tried not to cry, fearing the damage it would do to your throat.

Your captor held you tightly to him, using your body to block Morgan from shooting. Something warm trickled down your collarbone, and you weren’t sure if it was blood or tears.

For a moment, you thought you could swing your foot back into his knee, but the fear of having your carotid cut outweighed your bravery.

Ever since you were a kid, you thought death would be quiet. Something you slipped into like sleep, but your death was loud, and it left your ears ringing.

The afterlife was the weirdest place you’ve ever been, someone was calling your name, and you heard your rights being read. Although, why you would need your Miranda Rights in the afterlife you had no idea.

“Angel, please open your eyes,” someone said.

Confused, you opened your eyes and saw familiar eyes staring down at you. Golden and bleary. Spencer, Spencer was here. You tried to sit up, but he held you down, keeping a hand on your throat.

Morgan was shouting for medical, saying there was an agent down. You turned your head to see the still unidentified UnSub on the ground, shot through the temple. Using his free hand to turn your chin, “Don’t look,” Spencer whispered. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, angel.”

If you weren’t still coming down from an adrenaline high, you might’ve smiled at the irony of the nickname. Being called ‘angel’ after having your neck cut felt like tempting fate.

Where was your dad? Of everyone here, you expected him to be here, barking orders at people.

As if summoned by your thoughts, your dad appeared, nearly hauling an EMT behind him, “Help her,” he said.

Yeah, that absolutely tracked.

The EMT’s packed your wound and assured everyone that your carotid had not been slit, against your protests, the ambulance brought you to the hospital for stitches. Emily had run to the hotel to get your go bag, allowing you to change out of your bloodied clothes.

Thankfully, the doctors said you didn’t need to stay overnight, meaning you and the team got to go home. “How are you feeling?” Spencer asked while you were waiting to board the jet.

You hummed, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, and leaning against a car, “Tired, but I’m alright.” Tired might have been underselling it, you felt like all of the energy had been physically drained from your body. “You worry too much,” you whispered, closing your eyes for just a moment. Your throat was a little raspy, but it should go back to normal after a couple of days.

“Your throat was cut about four hours ago, some might say I’m not worrying enough,” he responded, reaching down, and picking up your bag, carrying it over to the jet once they got the okay to board. On the jet, he gestured to the seat, “Lay down, get some rest.”

You furrowed your brows, “Isn’t it kind of frowned upon to take up a whole seat?” You asked, of course, sometimes it happened, but you didn’t want to take up too much space.

Spencer cocked his head at you, “I don’t think anyone is going to fight you on it, love.”

Taking a deep breath, you sat down on the seat, laying down and closing your eyes, falling asleep before you even left the tarmac.

Being the Unit Chief had its perks, surely, but the piles of paperwork sometimes felt never-ending. Aaron took a deep breath before he closed the file, Rossi sat across from him, nursing a glass of whiskey.

“Hey,” Prentiss whispered, taking the seat next to him and setting her glass of water down on the small table. “Do you see that?” She said, gesturing with her head toward where you were lying down, asleep.

Right next to you was Reid, who usually had his nose buried in a book at this point in a flight, but he was wide awake, and all of his focus seemed to be on you. Begrudgingly, Hotch watched as Spencer reached over and tucked a blanket around you as if he was afraid you’d freeze on the temperature-controlled jet. “What about it?” Hotch asked, reaching over for the next file.

His eyes flicked up again, Spencer was sitting on the floor of the jet. Everyone had elected to leave the couch seats for the two of you, but the one across the aisle from you was empty. Like Reid didn’t even want you to be any more than one foot away from him.

Leaning back in the chair, Emily shook her head, “That’s what we in the business call hypervigilance.”

Hotch didn’t respond, he just spared another glance over at the two of you. “’We in the business’?” He inquired, humoring Prentiss.

“I’m just saying… the hovering? The blanket? I don’t know about you, but that looks pretty real to me,” she said, leaning back in the leather seat.

Silently, he glared, it would seem his hopes of getting the team to stop eavesdropping on familial conversations were quashed.

“Just let the kids be, Aaron,” Rossi said, grinning into his glass.

He cleared his throat and flipped open the new file before he acquiesced, “Fine, for now.”

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[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

02 Jealousy

Zhongli x Reader / SFW but suggestive at the end / Mentions of Childe / Set at the beginning of the Liyue archon quest / Reader is unaware that Zhongli is the Geo Archon

"My dear, is something on your mind?"

Perceptive as he was, Zhongli couldn't figure out what it was that was upsetting you. That pout on your lips had been plastered there for a while now and as many times as he had questioned you if anything was bothering you, you simply brushed it off.

"I'm fine." You were, or so you thought you should be.

Zhongli was a bit of an attention magnet, which was not surprising with the meticulous way he dressed, his exceptional knowledge, and the way he carried himself. He delighted in it, smiling and going about his day as if he were simply soaking in sunlight. You often found the consultant lost in long-winded conversations with random people on the streets. While you found the person's advances a bit pushy, Zhongli didn't seem to think much of it.

Suspicions prickled underneath your skin when Zhongli mentioned that the individual had paid him yet another visit at the funeral parlor, this time insisting on taking him out to dinner. Zhongli was certainly not giving the eyesore any reason to stop encroaching by entertaining their whims. There was definitely something going on between them, outside of whatever business dealings the funeral parlor had with the Fatui. The more you thought about it, the surer you became.

Zhongli could tell something was amiss with you. Perhaps you were worried for him, maybe even a little bit possessive of him. It was a silly sentiment to have when he was so devoted to you.

"Darling, please tell me what is bothering you. It worries me that it may be my doing." He asks yet again one afternoon.

The way he tenderly gazes at you should assure you enough that there was no space in his heart for another person. Every time he calls you his dear, his sweetheart, or darling, you can hear the sincerity spilling over in his voice. It'd be cruel of you to keep him guessing, wouldn't it?

"You know that pair of chopsticks you got Childe when he arrived in Liyue? The dragon and phoenix one..." You brought up something that seemed irrelevant save for the person mentioned.

"Oh, yes. I remember them well. Their craftsmanship was quite exceptional." His eyes lit up the way they always did when he speaks about a particularly striking find he happens upon during his strolls through the city. "I gifted them to him as a gesture of welcome since he was learning to use them."

"I think he misunderstood your intentions."

Being the most learned person in Liyue regarding its traditions and customs, Zhongli didn't need to be reminded exactly what kind of intentions you were alluding to. The consultant's brows immediately furrowed in contemplation.

"While I do see how such a gift could be interpreted in other ways, I am certain that they don't apply to our particular circumstances."

"You gave him something that lovers give each other to pledge their love! Aren't you going to explain yourself?" You pouted, crossing your arms.

The consultant gave you an aggrieved yet amused look. "Traditionally, the dragon and phoenix symbolizes harmony and prosperity, something both Liyue and Snezhnaya hopes to achieve through steady trade. While it's most commonly given between couples, it may also be given to a friend or business partner to convey longevity."

Zhongli's reasoning was sound, however you refused to be convinced. You shook your head in frustration. "Don't you see? He's coming onto you too strongly for someone who just wants a diplomatic relationship!"

You couldn't just outright tell him to keep his distance from the Fatui harbinger since they were business acquaintances. Liyue harbor has its fair share of flirtatious people, the shopkeeper at Scent of Spring for one, but there was just something about the redhead in particular that unsettled you. The way Zhongli unabashedly spends his money also left much for you to think about. It wasn't all that different from the way Director Hu allowed him to leave tabs under the funeral parlor's name, but he wasn't as close to the Fatui harbinger as he was with Hutao. There was just something off about the dynamic between Childe and Zhongli. It didn't sit well with you at all.

"Either he has a thing for you or he's up to something. I'm sure of it."

The consultant stifled a chuckle. He was beginning to piece together the reason for your strange behavior lately. "Dear, I assure you that he is not interested in me in that way. Even if he were, I only have eyes for you."

"So you're just going to let him keep chasing you?" You frowned. "You know, I can spoil you too."

"Hm.... Where is this competitiveness of yours coming from?" Zhongli mused.

"Isn't that why you're giving him so much of your time? Because he's opening his wallet for you?" You pointed out. That redhead was hogging too much of your lover's time. You wanted it back.

"The Fatui have agreed to pay for Rex Lapis's Rite of Parting. I've been given a considerable sum to purchase all the necessities for the rites and to cover any expenses arising from the preparations, with the remaining funds to keep. So yes, if you must put it that way, he is indeed giving me his wallet to spend as I please."

"I might not be the Northland Bank, but I can buy you nice things too."

"I'm sure you can, my sweet." Zhongli stroked your cheek, distracting you momentarily. "I may only be a mere funeral consultant, but I too find it rewarding to spoil the one I treasure in pleasantries. If the Northland Bank wishes to further subsidize my spending, I shall not decline if it will allow me to do so."

"I don't know if I like the idea of my lover having a sugar daddy." You tried to keep a straight face as you said this.

"A sugar... daddy?" Zhongli's brow went up again. He understood the two words but put together, they obviously meant something he was not yet exposed to.

"A sponsor, but you have to entertain them romantically."

"I have no intentions of entertaining anyone but you in that sense." Zhongli chuckled as leaned in close, breath tickling your skin.

You begrudgingly accepted his kiss and his carefully placed touches.

"I want a pair too." You panted when his lips finally parted from yours.

"Very well. I will pay the shop a visit tomorrow morning to ensure a new pair of chopsticks will be made ready in time for your birthday. I will make a reservation at the Liuli Pavillion as well. If there is anything else I need to do to put your frustrations behind you, pray tell. I cannot stand that constant pout on your face." Zhongli grumbled, but it only made you giggle uncontrollably with the way he was nuzzling your neck while he spoke.

"Spoil me good tonight and maybe I'll consider letting you off the hook." You challenged.

"You test me."

Zhongli hummed in satisfaction, wasting no time in scooping you up in his arms and whisking you away to your bedroom amidst your feigned protests. If anything good came out of your pouting, it was his willingness to please. The consultant was on his knees, doing everything in his power to get back in your good graces.

[goodqueenaly]

i didn't know if you answered this before but i'm curious about what you think of alysanne and viserra's relationship. jaehaerys is a pretty bad dad to most of his daughters esp. but alysanne seemed fine to me in f&b except with viserra for some reason. she seems weirdly accusing towards her own daughter? like it's fine if viserra reminds her of saera in personality but she seemed more forgiving of the daughter that caused a huge scandal and left westeros than the one she thought of as too ambitious. like viserra wanting to marry baelon. alyssa was dead at that point, and it was possible baelon could take a second wife if he wanted. they are targs so a brother-sister marriage isn't out of the question. why was she so against it that she thought marrying viserra to old man manderly was the solution? it felt like an out of proportion punishment to me, especially because there were plenty of other heirs in westeros that were likely age appropriate. it wasn't even a pragmatic decision bc lord manderly already had a heir. what do you think?

More under the cut:

I have said before and I’ll say it again, I very strongly dislike the Viserra portion of Fire and Blood. I consider the Viserra story exceptionally poorly written, in a book that I find overall to be a subpar expression of the author’s genuine talent. Viserra exists in this narrative, I believe, only to be a B-tier version of her sister Saera, a villain in her parents’ story rather than a multi-dimensional character in her own right. Fire and Blood does not present Viserra as a sympathetic, much less heroic or laudatory, figure, but rather as a Rich Bitch, a Vamp, a “sly” schemer whose (so the story portrays) selfishness to the point of death emotionally devastated her mother and contributed to a break in the relationship between king and queen. 

I’ve also gone on the record as saying that the writing around the marriages of Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s daughters in Fire and Blood seems to me largely clumsy, irrational, and/or just plain nonsensical. Politico-dynastic justifications are almost nonexistent in these unions or would-be unions, with instead a bizarre (for the blue-blooded actors in-universe) emphasis on marriages for love. (That the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms is seen to refuse virtually any responsibility or agency in selecting spouses for his daughters speaks volumes to how absurd Fire and Blood’s approach to these marriages is.) Consequently, trying to apply anything resembling what we might call standard royal or aristocratic logic to the question of Viserra’s marriage is, I think, an ultimately futile task. While Fire and Blood makes half-hearted attempts to explain some alleged gain from Viserra’s betrothal to Lord Manderly, ultimately the explanation is at best thin and does not support Alysanne’s vehement insistence that Viserra marry Theomore 

So all that said - what do I take away at the end of the day regarding the relationship between Alysanne and Viserra? Perhaps the least sinister - emphasis on least - reading of the situation is that Alysanne wanted Viserra to have what Alysanne believed would be a loving marriage with a man Alysanne believed would care for Viserra. The argument from Alysanne in favor of Lord Manderly was largely founded on what Alysanne believed were Theomore’s personal qualities: Gyldayn notes that the queen “was very fond of him … remembering the warm welcome he had given her during her first visit to the North” and later insisted to Viserra that Lord Manderly was “a good man … a wise man, with a kind heart and a good head on his shoulders”. Having idealized the similarly much older (certainly relatively to his prospective bride) Rodrik Arryn because Lord Arryn was “a kind and gentle man” who had “loved our little girl for years”, a man Alysanne said she knew would “protect her [i.e. Daella]”, perhaps Alysanne saw Theomore in much the same light - a kind elder statesman who would watch over and guard his princess bride and whose longstanding loyalty to the royal couple was cherished.  

It’s also possible, I think, that in line with such a personal, even sentimental approach to marriage making, Alysanne was reluctant to have Viserra replace her daughter Alyssa as Baelon’s wife. Alysanne, after all, had been the one to champion the Baelon-Alyssa marriage, declaring to Jaehaerys that “Alyssa [was] for Baelon” because “[s]he ha[d] been following him around since she could walk” and the siblings were “as close as you and I were at their age”. In turn, perhaps Alysanne had decided that no one could, or should, replace Alyssa as Baelon’s beloved wife - including, maybe especially, the ambitious Viserra. Alysanne critically observed that Viserra “aim[ed] much higher” than the boys and squires she apparently teased, and that Baelon was “the husband she desire[d], but “not for love of him”, only out of a desire “to be the queen” - an objection seemingly prioritizing love over political ambition, with Alysanne clearly believing Viserra had only the latter. Having herself eloped with Jaehaerys for love, to escape an unwanted political union with Rogar Baratheon’s brother Orryn, Alysanne may have wanted to avoid a marriage made only for the political advantage of one of the spouses (while, of course, completely apparently failing to recognize Vserra’s eventually fatal desperation to do the same as her mother had ahead of her Manderly marriage)

Too, in the aftermath of both the Saera affair and the search for a husband for Daella, I think Alysanne may have been unwilling to let Viserra have a personal court of young noblemen from which to choose her suitors and/or eventual husband. Having herself censured Saera for the sexual relationships the latter engaged in with three aristocrats of an age with her, and having witnessed Jaehaerys’ brutal response to that situation (including Jaehaerys’ cruel opinion that Saera “always was” a “whore”), Alysanne may have believed that the only way to prevent a similar situation was to remove Viserra from her court of admirers (and, of course, her father) and send her to the other side of Westeros. The solution, as Alysanne had determined for Daella, was to find Viserra a great lord for a husband who give her “wealth and position” while also being (as Gyldayn described Rodrik Arryn) “a leal friend to both king and queen”, an “able lord, strong but just, affable, open-handed, loved by the smallfolk and his lords bannermen alike”.

Again, these explanations do not at all justify either the lack of apparent political value to the marriage or the seeming inability or unwillingness of Alysanne to recognize the creepiness inherent in such a union. At no point did Alysanne (much less Jaehaerys, who again inexplicably washed his hands of the matter) seem to consider that a lord with multiple children and grandchildren already could offer little in the way of long-term dynastic investment in exchange for the significant boon one of the only remaining royal children, nor seemingly consider whether the Starks would have been a viable alternative solution (or, indeed, what the Starks who apparently resented what I call the Donation of Alysanne would have thought of the king and queen betrothing their daughter to their richest and perhaps most powerful bannerman). Too, just as I previously noted how much of a fucking creep Rodrik Arryn was, (and, by extension, how disturbing it was that first Alysanne and then Jaehaerys seized so eagerly on him as a husband for Daella), so I need to emphasize here that Alysanne was actively, and equally disturbingly, championing marrying off her 15 year old daughter to a man probably at least five decades her senior (described even by Gyldayn as “old” when this marriage was being arranged), who had himself already been married four times. (Jaehaerys should also be criticized here, of course, for his complete lack of empathy for or engagement, no pun intended, in Viserra’s nuptial dilemma.) In every way, it’s a bad story.

(Those are just the least sinister interpretations, I believe. I’m not even dealing with Elio Garcia’s “Alysanne was allegedly jealous of Viserra's beauty and charm and wanted her away from court for that reason” because I can’t deal with another example of him making a bad book that much worse. Nor do I really want to engage with the much more substantively awful theories around Jaeherys’ treatment of his daughters. It would be interesting to speculate how much Alysanne feared Viserra’s eagerness to become Baelon’s wife in order to push Baelon as the heir presumptive ahead of Princess Rhaenys, but that would have required the author to care even remotely about describing the politico-dynastic dynamic around the succession.)

[p1zzaparty]

Hello and welcome to my pitch for a Muppet spin-off movie of It Ch 2

idk if anyones ever done this before so just know i took no inspiration from anyone but my own knowledge of muppets and my love for this movie

A LOT of these will be based mostly on looks with only a few exceptions on personality. No i will not be taking any questions or criticisms at this time

Rq note i am not including the cast of Sesame street just because this is my casting and i can make up any rules i want

Starting off very strong

Kermit as Eddie Kaspbrak

NOW before i get booed off stage im very aware this is not accurately cannon in some eyes. Yes, i am aware Kermit usually plays, BUT NOT ALWAYS, a main character in these adaptions. Not that Eddie isnt a main character, i can just see the argument that Bill is more of the focused lead so therefore he should play Bill. But nay i say, nay because back in his Sesame Street days Kermit was wayyyy more snippy and had a real temperament with him. He was sassy, rude, and honestly a real asshole and i felt like that's perfect for Eddie. He's also a bit timid still and i feel like he could play a perfect, annoying little hypochondriac.

Its also because i wanted to make Miss. Piggy play Myra as a small gag

I felt soooo smart and funny for that one

no hate to her tho, miss piggy is a woman of class

Speaking of my incredible massive brain

Fozzie bear as Richie Tozier

Admittedly my connections are very lazy and just, 'Comedian, bear, Kermits best friend, perfect.' What more could you ask for. Though i will say i AM in agreeance with most of you, Richie and Eddie would normally be Bert and Ernie. Its perfect for them and i love it trust me. But again i wanted to branch out of Sesame Street and stick strictly to Muppet characters. Muppet movie characters. Muppets who dont live on sesame street.

He's goofy, he's loud, his jokes are awful, he's "accidentally" received messages from gay guys looking for a bear. His fashion is colorful and bright.

This is about as far as my intelligence led me

Continuing, i actually had a hard time for this one because i kept switching back and forth between two candidates, so take this one with a heavyy grain of salt

Rowlf (?) as Mike Hanlon

Im not entirrrely feeling this one, especially because Mike is a lot more bombastic than Rowlf. Hes excitable and energetic while Rowlf is more laid back. And Mike cannot play the piano to save his fucking life honest to god. So i feel like im doing Mike a disservice here by casting Rowlf, even though Rowlf is one of my favorite muppets. Honestly Gonzo was a heavy contender for him, but Rowlf just felt more aesthetically like Mike. Plus they both enjoy freeform Jazz.

Walter as Ben Hanscom

okay so this is going to get me thrown into the pits but i'm going to be honest with you all

I did not like Ben in the It modern day reboots.

I HAVE a lottt to say about how theyve handled Ben, Bill, Bev, and Mike in these movies, but you aren't here for that you're here for Muppets.

That is to say, since they made my man as bland as possible i decided it was only equally fair to make him Walter. NOT THAT WALTER IS BLAND, he's actually a more complex character than they gave to Ben. 'Ben, are you a man, or are you a muppet?'

It just felt right, he's positive, he's genuine, sweet and kind to the other losers, a bit awkward at times, and he was severely bullied as a child. My little wheat toast princess

Gonzo as Bill Denbrough

So you know how i said i kept going back and forth with Gonzo and Rowlf for Mike

The same applies here. Personally i feel like Gonzo fits a bit more with Bills personality. He's impulsive and a bit all over the place. Almost the entire movie he looks like he's been through the spin cycle with no dryer sheet to keep him from getting static. Plus he just throws himself into dangerous life threatening situations. As for who'd play Georgie? Girl i don't know stop asking me questions

Definitely Robin though, i think he's the only child Muppet i can think of

God hes got those James McAvoy eyes..

Okay this one was extremely difficult to cast

Jill as Beverly Marsh

Do you all know Jill from the muppets? Of course you havent, she literally shows up in ONE scene in The Muppets Take Manhattan. Where she has about 5 lines before is never used again in any other project. Except supposedly in Muppet babies which?? Not going down that rabbit hole

This one was entirely based on looks because as you may all know, there isn't a lot of female muppets besides Miss Piggy. And she cant do ALL the heavy lifting here people. Most notably there is another pig muppet from the 2015 office spin off named Denice who COULD very well be Beverly. But i felt more confident with this choice, especially since it'd be kind of confusing to cast another pig-woman-muppet, who has ALSO been in a relationship with Kermit before. And god forbid i want my Stephen King Muppet movie to make sense people.

She actually looks more accurate to 90s miniseries Bev so take that as you will.

Scooter as Stanley Uris

I feel VERY confident in this choice. As a number 1 fan Scooter i feel like he fits perfectly for the cast as Stan. He's polite, he's dorky, he's usually forgotten, but still valuable to the crew nonetheless. I don't have anything else to really add to, he's just perfect.

Don't know how i feel about seeing a muppet end its own life but you know

Lastly, with almost every Muppet movie there's at least ONE human character

So obviously It'd be Pennywise

Personally id like it to be specifically Tim Currys Pennywise. If not for his amazing acting, his fun and vibrant personality as Pennywise, but also for the fact itd be his second time as a Muppet villain and thats really funny to me. Nonetheless either will do. I find it really funny imagining a very serious cosmic horror clown ripping apart muppet children while they did that puppet flail

That's all i have to relay today thank you

[hybrid-confessions]

Welcome to Hybrid Confessions!

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[c9kefestation]

Any hcs you have? Any club penguin character this time!

Good morning gang (even thought it's noon as of posting this), welcome to episode 2 of ramblingfestation! I'm your host, G Billy, and im your co-host, G Billy-

I mentioned this like a while back but my hcs outside of the pb are kinda lacking i think so I'm sorry if this isn't going to be as juicy as the previous hc dump.

Here goes!:

Aunt Arctic has 2 sisters! with her being the middle child.

Sam/Shadow Guy is colorblind, specifically, he has protanopia (literally JUST searched up the term), it means that he can see only shades of blue and yellow (can't perceive the color red).

Not much of a hc but it might be fun to know, in my design for Shadow Guy, if you look closely, you'll see that one of his pupils is whited-out (just an outline). This, and the poof of spiky feathers he has on his head are a nod to him getting zapped by the toaster that gave him his powers (quick note: my clubp lore knowledge doesn't go very far, just fyi)

I've already stated this hc before but I might aswell also mention it here, Amy/Gamma Gal is a cane user! Never stops her from kicking ass though!

This one has something to do ab my design for the character again: Agent(PR) uses hair gel to style the feathers on their head. They try to make them as neat and cool-agent-looking as possible, but they always end up looking silly and dopey. Same applies to Agent in the normal club penguin universe, but they're more successful in their attempts. Ig that's how I differentiate them,personality wise, PR Agent ends up more towards the silly side while ClubP Agent ends up on a lil more towards the serious-ish one, if that makes any sense.

Idk much about Dj Maxx but I roll with the idea that he's a ghost. He and Dj Cadence are roommates (no, you may NOT quote the vine)! Though Cadence is the only one who leaves the igloo, Maxx just kinda chills in there. No one knows about his existence there except for Cadence, the PB and maybe other ghosts like Skip.

Speaking of Skip the Bellhop, bro HATES the sunlight. Whenever he hangs out with Jeff (SKEFF IS REAAAAL) during the summer, he has like a victorian ass umbrella with him to protect himself, aswell as some fancy ass shades (dracula fuckin ass).

The Penguin Band all live in the same igloo (you may now quote the vine)!

I was going to save this for a possible future post but Stompin' Bob has a lotta siblings. 1 older sister and 2 younger twins (boy and girl).

I think that's going to be it for today, I don't wanna overdo myself and explode cuz I've never rlly rambled like this online.

Hope u guys liked it!

[utilitycaster]

You commented on not being a fan of non-pc pov scenes in ap, something that Aabria used in the first go of exu (which was one of the main things that put me off of it, tbh). Do you have any thoughts on how this is applied in EXU compared to WBN?

So for EXU there's some parts that are better, and some that are worse. The good thing is that they're very brief snapshots vs. the one in WBN that was like, an extended several-minute scene. I also actually kind of like the ones for Ted, since that makes sense; we know it's impossible to really get Ted's perspective otherwise and you can kind of handwave it as being related to Opal and floating about in her unconscious.

The ones for My'ratta and Poska on the other hand, while again, brief, sort of underscore their lack of development. We did not know what Myr'atta wanted until episode 93 of Campaign 3, and as I've said before I literally could not tell you what the goal of the Nameless Ones or Poska is. They serve no purpose narratively except as a ticking clock and shadowy threat to get the Crown Keepers to leave a place quickly.

I mentioned Otohan in my original post on this topic as an example of an underdeveloped antagonist, something Brennan mentioned as something he hoped to avoid, and Myr'atta, Poska, and Otohan are all ultimately cut from the same cloth: cool aesthetic, cool abilities, and a severe lack of in-game development. I don't know what motivates them (or in Myr'atta's case, didn't while they were an ongoing part of the story) and so they all bore me. They are flat, dull villains who say threatening shit that means nothing because I don't know what drives them. I don't want to keep getting into it because it kind of derailed my original point anyway but what frustrates me the most is how people keep saying "oh but I'm sure they have a motivation." Like yeah bitch. I'm sure they do. The GM has a responsibility to convey that in-game. And they can do so subtly! Believe me, I am glad to do the work of unpicking motivation from allusions or what is carefully unsaid; this is what makes Ludinus and Liliana (and Lolth in EXU) interesting! But it's telling that whenever I'm like "what the fuck does this character do other than serve the purpose of a Plot Device to either threaten or move the characters", no one ever like, explains their motivation to me; it's always "give it time! I'm sure the GM has something in mind." Well, both Myr'atta and Otohan died before we got that (we still don't have it for Otohan) so I think we can safely say the waiting game is for suckers. Like, if you like characters based on aesthetic alone that's valid as a choice, but I'm not taking your meta or arguments seriously because that's a superficial judgment.

It's also frustrating because it's like...the GMs and the fans who keep insisting to be PATIENT long after a boring antagonist has worn out their welcome for me are simultaneously like "the audience will not remember this guy if I don't shove them in their face in a stilted cutscene" and also "clearly, the audience will infer that this boring-ass antagonist MUST have something deeper going on and therefore they will extend credit indefinitely." It's the absolute opposite of what they should be prioritizing. Instead of trying to jingle the antagonist in front of me like keys while still doing nothing to develop their personality, maybe have the party...idk, have a vision. find a letter. learn something secondhand from someone talking in a bar that sheds light on their motivation.

In WBN it's actually a totally different problem. The scene is 100% unnecessary. We know what the Man in Black wants. We know what's going on with him. We know his goals and his allies. We saw him only a couple episodes ago and he's been a topic of discussion throughout a good chunk of the arc. Hell, we even know how dope-ass his aesthetic is. This is just showing something the party doesn't know and can't act on, for several minutes of Brennan talking to himself, and I think it actually destroys what would be a gut-punch of undead Sir Curran showing up on the opposite side of Eursulon, whose entire deal is being inspired by him.

So: The EXU scenes are less intrusive for their brevity, the fact that the Ted ones are pretty good, and that at least they don't spoil a moment, but at the same time they still don't solve the problem of an underdeveloped antagonist for Myr'atta and Poska. The WBN scene meanwhile drags on, and actually does too much by taking what could be an unbelievably devastating reveal and having it happen when Eursulon isn't even there to respond. I couldn't tell if this actually spoiled it for Lou, since they record well in advance, but if it did that's such a missed opportunity.

Anyway I think my point is that (with the exception of the very first scene of a campaign that is setting the stage, before the PCs are introduced) these cutscenes only work if they are extremely short and purely for vague flavor. I think if you want to have a scene with no PCs present, you should perhaps write a book or a screenplay instead of playing D&D.

[atiny-piratequeen]

*cracks knuckles* Okay, here we go!

I am opening commissions for June/July!

Most of my usual Commission Rules apply, however, for this round, I will be accepting 3-4 at this time, and I will only be accepting full payments at this time. Please be aware these slots are for JUNE/JULY. If you are not okay with waiting for them to be posted, or pay in full for them, I don't think I will be able to accept them this time around.

Info under the cut

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨

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 I will NOT be taking commissions through my ask box at all, if you are not comfortable with messaging me through dms or on discord, I will not be taking your comission. My ask boxes are not appropriate places to be exchanging payment information. 

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Please allow two weeks minimum for commissions once the initial payment agreement is reached, as I also work outside of this and have other works to do alongside your commissioned work. 

Works 3k+ will require a minimum of 3 weeks to a month, and I will message you with updates along the way.

As the creator, I reserve the right to decline any commission request handed to me. Please be respectful in the event that I turn down your commission request, I am open to alterations to requests so that it may be more comfortable, but if I cannot write the work comfortably, it will be denied. 

All of these works, though commissioned, are still under my copyright, so reposting is absolutely not allowed. The works will be posted both here and ao3, but I still will not allow it to be reposted to other sites/accounts that are not my own

Works that are Ateez focused will be posted @atiny-piratequeen

Any non atz works will be on my multi blog @nocturne-overtures

Anime/Video Game works will be posted on @sin-hashira (Blog under construction)

Thank you so much for reading through. As per usual, reblogs are welcome always and I hope you all have a lovely day/night!

[maybeimamuppet]

Hey uh I need you to go more in depth about the "the characters know they're in a musical" thing because that is an insane take I've never heard about any musical in my entire life

hello i will do so and relish in it

okay to begin with this only applies to the stage production. both movies we are just watching what’s happening in real time imo. they have no idea wtf is going on look at them.

when the stage production opens damian has a whole little spiel like “good morning freshmen! welcome to high school!” and then cautionary tale happens and blah blah blah etc.

it’s also worth noting that. mean girls is objectively not a good musical. is it my favorite yes will i shank anyone outside the fandom who says this 100% BUT if you compare it to something like the prom with a similar setting/similar vague concept it’s really not. not great.

BUT i think this was kind of weirdly intentionally done.

again in the beginning during it roars and whatnot the animals that walk by are clearly just people in costumes and i think that’s also on purpose. the zebras have paintbrushes for manes for pete’s sake (like janis hello???)

SO i personally think that what we’re seeing is a musical that damian and janis co-wrote. i think damian did most of it and janis helped. she wrote i’d rather be me and things like that

i think it’s bad because it was written and produced by actual teenagers themselves. i am 100% convinced that they are seniors acting out the previous year as a sort of welcome to high school assembly for the incoming freshmen. mr. duvall said they could either do something creative to tell their story as an example of why Bullying Is Bad ™ or have detention for the entirety of the next year and they did this. the others have to act in it for the same reason and janis and damian just wanted to.

they’re acting as themselves and fully self aware the entire time. it feels like it’s happening in real time because it’s only been a few months since it did and the memories are fresh for all of them.

karen is the only one who breaks the fourth wall (except janis and damian at the top of the show and top of the second act) for GOOD REASON!! SHES DONE IT ALL BEFORE!!!!!

the reason janis and damian are the sort of narrators and the audience’s window into the show is because they’re the ones who are putting it on and producing it.

anyway in conclusion i fully believe they’re aware they’re in a musical and this is all happening like in their school gym or auditorium lmao

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: shitty job

AN: yes this happened to me and yes this is how I’m dealing with it

I slammed the door as I walked into the apartment. Dropping my bag at my feet and peeling off the jacket, I locked the door and tossed my stuff somewhere in the room. Heading straight for my bedroom, I grabbed a pillow off the bed and screamed into it as loud as I could. My scream broke into a sob and I fell onto the bed. I kicked my feet slightly, letting out my frustration any way that I could. I laid there and cried for what felt like hours. The soft click made me prop my chin on the pillow and the gentle hand on my back made me sigh.

“that bad of a day huh?” Jake asked as he sat down next to me.

“Bad wouldn’t begin to cover it.” I sighed as I rolled over to look at him. He winced at my red, puffy eyes and reached up to wipe away some stray tears. “That full time job I put in for? Where I work?” Jake nodded.

“what about it?” He asked. I laughed humorlessly.

“I had to find out from a coworker that someone had interviewed for it and was being offered it.” Jakes eyebrows scrunched together. “I got nothing from my boss about it. Either way a response would have been nice. Email or in person I don’t care. Nothing from HR except thanks for applying and how happy they were to see my name in the list of applicants.” I rolled my eyes and threw up my hands. “Zip. Zero. Nada.”

“and you found all this out from a coworker?” Jake asked. I nodded. “Did this coworker know you applied?” I shook my head.

“no he didn’t. So guess who had to act like they weren’t disappointed and upset and just wanting to go home after being there an hour.” Jake leaned down and kissed me softly.

“why didn’t you text me?” He asked, voice low and full of disbelief. “We could have made up some excuse to get you out of there. Flynn would have loved to have you come in to consult on this one.” Jake laid down next to me.

“really?” I asked, turning into him. “What’d you guys go after today?”

“A glowy cube thing. I don’t know what it was.” I gasped slightly.

“a tesseract?!” I exclaimed. Jake shrugged. “Oh my goodness jake! Did you guys find it at least?”

“yeah. Thanks to Cassie.” Jake said. “It would have gone a lot smoother if you were there. Jenkins was nearly ripping his hair out.” I laughed.

“you’re telling me Jenkins had to go out with you guys? How did he survive that?” Jake chuckled as he smiled at me.

“I don’t know. Must be something to do with his immortality.” Jake joked. I laughed harder.

“poor Jenkins. Remind me next time I have to consult to take him some more tea and baked goods.” Jake nodded, filing away the information for later. There was a soft gold glow around my closet door and we both looked over at it. There was the sound of something being slipped under and jake got up, a strange sort of smile on his face.

“I think your day is going to start looking up.” He said as I sat up to see him holding a white envelope between his fingers.

“Is that…?” I asked, trailing off as I didn’t quite believe I had gotten one.

“Yep.” He held out the envelope to me and I ripped it open. Pulling out the card inside, I watched as the words appeared in a shimmer of gold light.

“The library wants me!” I cried out, a new wave of tears starting. “The library wants me permanently.” I looked up at jake in disbelief. “I get to work with you at the library.” I breathed out. Jake nodded as he knelt on the bed.

“the library wants you.” He whispered back before he kissed me. “Welcome to the team.” I hugged him tightly, holding the paper up behind his back so I could read the words on it again.

“I have to quit.” I said as I pulled away quickly to make the call to my boss as jake watched on, a proud look on his face.

[iceyrukia]

IT IS OBSCENE: A TRUE REFLECTION IN THREE PARTS

PART ONE

When you are a public figure, people will write and say false things about you. It comes with the territory. Many of those things you brush aside. Many you ignore. The people close to you advise you that silence is best. And it often is. Sometimes, though, silence makes a lie begin to take on the shimmer of truth.

In this age of social media, where a story travels the world in minutes, silence sometimes means that other people can hijack your story and soon, their false version becomes the defining story about you.

Falsehood flies, and the Truth comes limping after it, as Jonathan Swift wrote.

Take the case of a young woman who attended my Lagos writing workshop some years ago; she stood out because she was bright and interested in feminism.

After the workshop, I welcomed her into my life. I very rarely do this, because my past experiences with young Nigerians left me wary of people who are calculating and insincere and want to use me only as an opportunity. But she was a Bright Young Nigerian Feminist and I thought that was worth making an exception.

She spent time in my Lagos home. We had long conversations. I was support-giver, counsellor, comforter.

Then I gave an interview in March 2017 in which I said that a trans woman is a trans woman, (the larger point of which was to say that we should be able to acknowledge difference while being fully inclusive, that in fact the whole premise of inclusiveness is difference.)

I was told she went on social media and insulted me.

This woman knows me enough to know that I fully support the rights of trans people and all marginalized people. That I have always been fiercely supportive of difference, in general. And that I am a person who reads and thinks and forms my opinions in a carefully considered way.

Of course she could very well have had concerns with the interview. That is fair enough. But I had a personal relationship with her. She could have emailed or called or texted me. Instead she went on social media to put on a public performance.

I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it. But I mostly held myself responsible. My spirit had been slightly stalled, from the beginning, by her. My first sense of unease with her came when she posted a photo taken in my house, at a time when I did not want any photos of my personal life on social media. I asked that she take it down. The second case of unease was her publicizing something I had told her in confidence about another member of the workshop. The most upsetting was when she, without telling me, used my name to apply for an American visa. Above all else was my lingering suspicion that she was a person who chose as friends only those from whom she could benefit. But she was a Bright Young Nigerian Feminist and I allowed that sentiment to over-ride my unease.

After she publicly insulted me, it was clear to me that this kind of noxious person had no business in my life, ever again.

A few months later, she sent this affected, self-regarding email which I ignored.

Friday September 15 2017 at 4.35 AM Dearest Chimamanda, Happy birthday. I mean this with all my heart, even though I know I have fallen (removed myself?) from your grace. It would be impossible for me to stop loving you; long before you gave me the possibility of being your friend you were the embodiment of my deepest hopes, and that will never change.I think of you often, still – stating the obvious. I grieve the loss of our friendship; it is a complicated sadness. I’m sorry that I caused you pain, or to feel like you can no longer trust me. There’s so much that I wish could be said.I pray this birthday is the happiest one yet. I wish you rest and quiet and abiding stability, and of course more of the kind of success that means the most to you.I hope mothering X is everything you hoped and prayed for and more.Have a wonderful day today. Love always.

About a year later, she sent this email, which I also ignored.

Thursday November 29 2018 at 8.42 AM Dear Chimamanda, I realise this is long overdue and vastly insufficient, but I’m really sorry. I’ve spent so much time going back and forth in my head and my email drafts; wondering whether to write you, how to write you, what to say, all kinds of things. But in the end, this is the thing I realise I need to say.I’m sorry I disappointed and hurt you by saying things publicly that were sharply critical, unkind and even disrespectful, especially in light of all the backlash and criticism you experience from people who don’t know you. I could have acted with more consideration towards you. I should have, especially given the privilege of intimacy that you had offered me. There are many reasons why I chose to behave the way I did, but none of them is an excuse. And I clearly realise now, after many, many months of needless sadness and angst and hurt and actual confusion, that I did not treat you as a friend would—certainly not as someone would to whom you had offered unprecedented access to yourself and your life.You’ve meant the world to me since I was barely a teenager. It’s been very hard navigating the emotional fallout of the past several months, knowing you were displeased with me but truly not quite understanding why, then deciding I didn’t care, then realising that would never be true. I’ve always cared. But I was too mixed up about the situation to be able to make sense of it, or properly see past my own justifications. I’m sorry it took me so long to grasp how I let you down.I realise that I don’t have room to ask anything of you, but I would be grateful for a chance to say this in person. Still, even if I never get that, I really hope you believe me.Congratulations on restarting the workshop, and on all the other amazing successes of the past several months. I think of you often; it would be impossible not to. You look so happy in your pictures. I really hope you are well. All my love,

I hoped never to hear from her again. But she has recently gone on social media to write about how she “refused to kiss my ring,” as if I demanded some kind of obeisance from her. She also suggests that there is some dark, shadowy ‘more’ to tell that she won’t tell, with an undertone of “if only you knew the whole story.”

It is a manipulative way of lying. By suggesting there is ‘more’ when you know very well that there isn’t, you do sufficient reputational damage while also being able to plead deniability. Innuendo without fact is immoral.

No, there isn’t more to the story. It is a simple story – you got close to a famous person, you publicly insulted the famous person to aggrandize yourself, the famous person cut you off, you sent emails and texts that were ignored, and you then decided to go on social media to peddle falsehoods. It is obscene to tell the world that you refused to kiss a ring when in fact there isn’t any ring at all.

I cannot make much of the hostility of strangers who do not know me – fame taints our view of the humanity of famous people. But the truth is that the famous person remains irretrievably human. Fame does not inoculate the famous person from disappointment and depression, fame does not make you any less angered or hurt by the duplicitous nature of people. To be famous is to be assumed to have power, which is true, but in the analysis of fame, people often ignore the vulnerability that comes with fame, and they are unable to see how others who have nothing to lose can lie and connive in order to take advantage of that fame, while not giving a single thought to the feelings and humanity of the famous person.

And when you personally know a famous person, when you have experienced their humanity, when you have benefited from their kindness, and yet you are unable to extend to them the basic grace and respect that even a casual acquaintanceship deserves, then it says something fundamental about you.

And in a deluded way, you will convince yourself that your hypocritical, self-regarding, compassion-free behavior is in fact principled feminism. It isn’t. You will wrap your mediocre malice in the false gauziness of ideological purity. But it’s still malice. You will tell yourself that being able to parrot the latest American Feminist orthodoxy justifies your hacking at the spirit of a person who had shown you only kindness. You can call your opportunism by any name, but it doesn’t make it any less of the ugly opportunism that it is.

PART TWO

When I first read this person’s work, which was their application to my writing workshop, I thought the sentences were well-done. I accepted this person. At the workshop, I thought they could have been more respectful of the other participants, perhaps not kept typing dismissively as others’ stories were discussed, with an air of being among people below their level. After the workshop, I decided to select the best stories, edit them, pay the writers a fee, and publish them in an e-magazine. The first story I chose was this person’s. I wrote a glowing introduction, which the story truly deserved.

They sent this email.

Fri, Aug 7, 2015, 8:20 AM Thank you so much for that introduction. It means so much to me and I’m going to keep reading it to get through the rest of my stay at Syracuse. I sent it to my mother and she got nervous about the piece because you said ‘it disturbs’, said she’s not sure how she’s going to feel when she reads it. But she’s also one of those ‘let’s leave the past in the past’ people. My sister approved, which meant a lot because our childhoods were each other’s.All that to say, I’m so grateful you gave me the space to write the short version of this piece, the encouragement to write the longer piece, and now, a platform for it. I definitely have plans to write more about Aba.Thank you, with all my heart.PS- I wanted to sign off gratefully + gracefully in Igbo but I said let me not fall my own hand 🙂

About a year later, they sent another email to let me know that their novel would be published.

Wed, Jun 8, 2016, 8:20 AM Greetings! I hope all’s been well with you this past year. Belated congratulations on the baby’s arrival, I hope she’s being a delight (I’m sure she is), and on the Johns Hopkins honors.I was thinking about how this time last year, I’d just received the email from you about Farafina and I wanted to reach out with a quick update. I’ve just accepted an offer for the novel I excerpted as my application and it feels like the workshop was a catalyst for the events that’ve led me here. So, thank you, for the workshop and your words and the Olisa TV series and listening to me babble on about my story at the hotel. I deeply appreciate all of it and you. All my best,

Before the novel was published, I spoke of it to some people, to help it get attention. I had not been able to finish reading it. I found the writing beautiful, but the story false-hearted and burdened by bathos. When I spoke of the novel, however, it was the former sentiment that I expressed, never the latter.

After I gave the March 2017 interview in which I said that a trans woman is a trans woman, I was told that this person had insulted me on social media, calling me, among other things, a murderer. I was deeply upset, because while I did not really know them personally, I felt they knew what I stood for and that I fully supported the rights of trans people, and that I do not wish anybody dead.

Still, I took no action. I ignored the public insult.

When this person’s publishers sent me an early copy of their novel, I was surprised to see that my name was included in their cover biography. I had never seen that done in a book before. I didn’t like that I had not been asked for permission to use my name, but most of all I thought – why would a person who thinks I’m a murderer want my name so prominently displayed in their biography?

Then I learned that, because my name was in the cover biography, a journalist had called them my “protegee” and they then threw a Twitter tantrum about it, calling it clickbait, viciously disavowing having received any help from me.

I knew this person had called me a murderer, I knew they were actively campaigning to “cancel” me and tweeting about how I should no longer be invited to speak at events. But this I felt I could not ignore.

I sent an email to my representative:

From: Chimamanda Adichie Date: Wed, Feb 14, 2018 at 2:06 PM I’m writing about X She attended my Lagos workshop two years ago and I selected hers as one of a few pieces I published after the workshop. Apparently I was referred to as her ‘mentor’ and/or she was referred to as my ‘protege,’ in some articles, which led to her tweeting about it. Her tweets were forwarded to me by friends. In them, she reacted quite viscerally to my being called her ‘mentor’ and her being my ‘protege.’ To be fair, she is not technically my ‘protege,’ and it is perfectly fine that she feels this way, but her ungracious tone and the ugliness of the energy spent on her tweets surprised me. I recently received her book and noticed that my name was included in her official book bio. I was stunned. Surely if she is so strongly averse to my being considered a person who has been significant in her career, (which is my understanding of the loose use of protege/mentor) then it is unseemly to make the choice to include my name in her bio. I found it unusual, as I don’t think I’ve seen it done before in a book bio, but I also now find it unacceptably cynical. It is only reasonable for a person who sees my name as it is used in her bio — ‘her work has been selected and edited by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’ — to assume some sort of mentor/protege relationship. To publicly disavow this with a tone bordering on hostility and at the same time so baldly use my name to sell her book is utterly unacceptable to me. I’d like you to please reach out to her publishers and ask that my name be removed from her official book bio. I refuse to be used in this way. Chimamanda

After contacting her publishers, my representative wrote:

They have asked whether your preference would be to remove the Acknowledgment to you in the back of the book also, in future reprints.

I replied:

I don’t think that is my decision to take, and so will not answer either way, although it would be ideal if she herself made the decision to do so.

On the subject of how to go about it, I was absolutely determined not to be used by this person, but I was also sensitive to the costs the publisher might incur, as this was not in any way the publisher’s fault. Instead of pulping the already printed copies, I asked that the jackets be stripped and rebound. To my representative I wrote:

I’m completely determined that I not be used in this opportunistic and hypocritical way. But I want to make sure to proceed reasonably.

I was assured that my name would be removed and I moved on.

But from time to time, I would be informed of yet another social media post in which this person had attacked me.

This person has created a space in which social media followers have – and this I find unforgiveable – trivialized my parents’ death, claiming that the sudden and devastating loss of my parents within months of each other during this pandemic, was ‘punishment’ for my ‘transphobia.’

This person has asked followers to pick up machetes and attack me.

This person began a narrative that I had sabotaged their career, a narrative that has been picked up and repeated by others.

The normal response would be to ignore it all, because this person is seeking attention and publicity to benefit themselves. Claiming that I have sabotaged their career is a lie and this person knows that it is a lie. But if something is repeated often enough, in this age in which people do not need proof or verification to run with a story, especially a story that has outrage potential, then it can easily begin to seem true.

My addressing this lie will indeed get this person some attention – may they bask in it.

Here is the truth: I was very supportive of this writer. I didn’t have to be. I wasn’t asked to be. I supported this writer because I believe we need a diverse range of African stories.

Sabotaging a young writer’s career is just not my style; I would get no benefit or satisfaction from it. Asking that my name be removed from your biography is not sabotaging your career. It is about protecting my boundaries of what I consider acceptable in civil human behavior.

You publicly call me a murderer AND still feel entitled to benefit from my name?

You use my name (without my permission) to sell your book AND then throw an ugly tantrum when someone makes a reference to it?

What kind of monstrous entitlement, what kind of perverse self-absorption, what utter lack of self-awareness, what unheeding heartlessness, what frightening immaturity makes a person act this way?

Besides, a person who genuinely believes me to be a murderer cannot possibly want my name on their book cover, unless of course that person is a rank opportunist.

PART THREE

In certain young people today like these two from my writing workshop, I notice what I find increasingly troubling: a cold-blooded grasping, a hunger to take and take and take, but never give; a massive sense of entitlement; an inability to show gratitude; an ease with dishonesty and pretension and selfishness that is couched in the language of self-care; an expectation always to be helped and rewarded no matter whether deserving or not; language that is slick and sleek but with little emotional intelligence; an astonishing level of self-absorption; an unrealistic expectation of puritanism from others; an over-inflated sense of ability, or of talent where there is any at all; an inability to apologize, truly and fully, without justifications; a passionate performance of virtue that is well executed in the public space of Twitter but not in the intimate space of friendship.

I find it obscene.

There are many social-media-savvy people who are choking on sanctimony and lacking in compassion, who can fluidly pontificate on Twitter about kindness but are unable to actually show kindness. People whose social media lives are case studies in emotional aridity. People for whom friendship, and its expectations of loyalty and compassion and support, no longer matter. People who claim to love literature – the messy stories of our humanity – but are also monomaniacally obsessed with whatever is the prevailing ideological orthodoxy. People who demand that you denounce your friends for flimsy reasons in order to remain a member of the chosen puritan class.

People who ask you to ‘educate’ yourself while not having actually read any books themselves, while not being able to intelligently defend their own ideological positions, because by ‘educate,’ they actually mean ‘parrot what I say, flatten all nuance, wish away complexity.’

People who do not recognize that what they call a sophisticated take is really a simplistic mix of abstraction and orthodoxy – sophistication in this case being a showing-off of how au fait they are on the current version of ideological orthodoxy.

People who wield the words ‘violence’ and ‘weaponize’ like tarnished pitchforks. People who depend on obfuscation, who have no compassion for anybody genuinely curious or confused. Ask them a question and you are told that the answer is to repeat a mantra. Ask again for clarity and be accused of violence. (How ironic, speaking of violence, that it is one of these two who encouraged Twitter followers to pick up machetes and attack me.)

And so we have a generation of young people on social media so terrified of having the wrong opinions that they have robbed themselves of the opportunity to think and to learn and to grow.

I have spoken to young people who tell me they are terrified to tweet anything, that they read and re-read their tweets because they fear they will be attacked by their own. The assumption of good faith is dead. What matters is not goodness but the appearance of goodness. We are no longer human beings. We are now angels jostling to out-angel one another. God help us. It is obscene.

[chormine-mutacerta]

Hey All!

It's Certa! I've decided to start from scratch completely, so I took down my original Tumblr in order for me to feel good about starting over.

I've saved the accounts of people I followed on said account, so please do not be alarmed if you see me suddenly following you (again), haha 😅

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To re-introduce myself, I'm a 2D Digital Artist that specializes in Character Design and World-Building, as well as a soon-to-be University Graduate that goes by she/her pronouns! My specialties contribute to the fact that I have hundreds of OCs (that all... need re-designing...); most of my OCs are actually Fan Characters, but I do have Original Characters for one main series that I'm working on called (Un)Natural Selection.

[I'm still thinking of reworking that world completely, as there are many negative memories associated with the creation of that series and I want to move away from it as much as possible (while still acknowledging that the way it came to light wasn't the best it could be), but I still want to keep the essence and the systems implemented in how that world works.]

That being said, most of my characters exist as some extension of the Fire Emblem and Cookie Run series. I used to be a big player + fan of Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail, but fell off after personal situations during May 2023; however, seeing as I have existing Genshin FCs in the works, I still plan on re-designing them as well.

I am ALSO a big fan of any and all ships (except the toxic and highly problematic ones, of course): OC + OC, Canon/Canon, OC/Canon (which is a majority of my current shippings and involves many Next Generation FCs), Rarepairs, you name it. Do note that I will NOT tolerate any hateful and/or oppressive behavior, especially concerning OCs and OC/Canon ships specifically. If you have nothing to say, kindly scroll on or even block me, I harbor no offense if you do.

[Also would like to point out that I ship some FE ships that are not considered "popular" within some of its fanbases, with some of them being straight ships; again, please no hate of any kind regarding this, or you will be hit with a block without warning. Like I said, any and all ships are welcome and should apply to everyone.]

Lastly, I have my Asks open, but no Anonymous Asks; an anonymous ask was one of the main reasons as to why I closed my old Tumblr account, so I'd rather people reach out to me "in-person". Unless you're someone I know who was involved in past conflicts, I am happily open to answer your DMs!

[loislaina]

I suppose its past time I wrote one of these for my main blog....

About Me

I'm a 30-something trans woman with a penchant for witchcraft, archaeology, and queer activism. I'm healing from complex PTSD, so do please bear that in mind. Feel free to follow me, but just letting you know now that if you cross any of my boundaries, I will block you.

DM policy - I'm not generally open to these, unless I message you first (which I will almost never do). If you do message me, keep in mind that I make liberal use of the block button, but I might reply if I feel like it. So DM at your own risk, basically. (This policy also applies to both people i happen to follow and mutuals. Just because we follow each other does *not* mean you are the exception.)

Ask policy - ask away! I will answer most questions. If i don't answer you it's because i don't feel like it.

Reblogs - feel free to reblog anything i post. Keep in mind that if i like or reblog something of yours, you shouldn't take it as an invitation to try and get to know me.

Comments - comments are generally okay, except if they cross any boundaries of mine. Sometimes I might leave comments on your posts, but again, this is not an invitation.

Absolutely NO horny DMs, nudes, or general idiots will be tolerated. This includes but is not limited to: fascists, radfems/terfs, conservatives, racists, bigots of any kind, sissy blogs, porn bots, people who think they can be my dom, and people who think they're the exception to these rules. If you fall into any of the above categories, or even if I don't like the way your vibes feel, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT.

I do have an nsfw sideblog, but i don't repost that sort of thing here.

All that said, I do try and be friendly to people. I am rather wary of others due to past experiences here and elsewhere, however, so tbh I find it necessary to establish these boundaries.

So, baaaasically.... if you're a mature, balanced, and compassionate person, and if you respect my boundaries, you're very welcome here.

[nerdnag]

Ok actually. Let's do it. Let's make a Fe3h OC.

Her name is Ezri. She fluctuates a lot between being overly social and talkative, and being super self-conscious and quiet. All of her favorite pastimes are things she can do by herself, like reading, writing and studying. She's mostly guided by her passions in life, which can change from one day or week to another.

She grew up as a commoner, but received a special invitation to join the Officer's Academy through her connection to Hanneman, who's been her mentor ever since she talked his ear off at some kind of magic conference they both attended. (He also got her into the Royal School of Sorcery a few years back.)

She's studied the F out of, like, the theory of war, just because she found it fascinating. And so she knows the intricate, theoretical details of strategy and tactics, but isn't really interested in applying that knowledge in practice.

She joins the Blue Lions at first, because she was informed they were really focused on military tactics in particular, but then she changes her mind and switches to the Black Eagles after a month or so when she gets fed up with her classmates. In BE, she finds lots of people to hyperfocus on and dissect psychologically, and also she looks up a lot to Edelgard because of her confidence, skill and ambition. Besides, the Golden Deer seem too unstructured and happy-go-lucky for her.

Everyone in BE is pretty wary of her at first, except for Ferdinand who gives her a warm welcome. She is pleasant to him at first but then quickly gets into an unspoken rivalry with him and silently grumbles to herself whenever he outshines her. She sidles up to Linhardt pretty quickly, and makes him tell her everything there is to know about Crestology, then they bond over their unwillingness to fight and their preference for studying. She tries to get close to Hubert because he intrigues her, but gives up when he learns to simply ignore her presence. Dorothea becomes her go-to for advice on relationships and social expectations, like what to to wear for an event or what to reply to a letter from someone she doesn't like. Somewhat unexpectedly, she gets along well with Petra, and although they barely ever hang out, they have a silent understanding about things. (Also Petra teaches her about swords, which is cool.) She doesn't even bother with Caspar because he is too loud and reminds her of bullies from her past, and Bernadetta makes her uncomfortable because she reminds her of the more insecure part of herself, so she avoids her as well. Eventually she earns Edelgard's respect (see more below) and that also means that Hubert (begrudingly) starts acknowledging her again.

Concerning people outside BE, she gets SUPER hyperfixated on Claude and he sort of shrugs and goes "yeah, sure, you're weird and insightful, I guess I'll keep you around". They become really good friends after a while. The Ashen Wolves intrigue her, but she freezes up whenever they're around, so she never actually gets to know any of them - except for Constance, who she absolutely despises for reasons she can't understand and will not willingly dig into. (Until years down the line.)

She has at least level D+ in every single skill, but excels in Reason and has a C in Bows because of an archery phase she once went through. Also, although she prefers to be by herself and not get bothered by others, she discovers she has a budding talent in Authority when at one point she's forced to cover for Edelgard as house leader for a few months. And that budding talent eventually unlocks a special skill called "Imposter Syndrome" which grants her the ability to deploy battalions which are 1-2 levels above her Authority level.

Her personal skill is "Follow the Dopamine". It's similar to Lysithea's, but instead of doubling experience in battle, she doubles her experience whenever she gets to engage in her current hyperfixation. She dabbles in a few different classes throughout her time in the academy, frustrating her teachers because she takes so long to choose one class. For a while she thinks she's going to be a thief, and she gets really into lockpicking at one point, but then Claude reminds her that she has a terrible pokerface and sucks at telling lies. Instead, she considers becoming a sniper, but eh, the interest dies out after a while. Dark Flier is also on the table, but she's too scared of heights. Way too late in her first year, she finally decides on becoming a Dark Bishop, and goes through this whole process of convincing Lady Rhea that she shouldn't be barred from a class just because of her gender, since she is obviously well-suited for the class, more so than Hubert even, and by the way there's this loop-hole in the rules that says---

And Lady Rhea wearily agrees. So Ezri becomes a Dark Bishop, much to Hubert's surprise. (And Ferdinand's chagrin, because now he feels compelled to argue for a female-locked class for himself. He ends up becoming a Falcon Knight as a result.)

Anyway, Edelgard eventually comes to trust and respect Ezri, which leads to her confiding in her about her plans to start a war. This makes things really complicated for Ezri, because she considers Claude to be something of a best friend at this point, but she can also admire and agree with Edelgard's views. She's always been an atheist and knows enough about Crests to understand what a bane they can be...

(To be continued, maybe.)