#avan when she knows the answer

[aroaceofthesea]

I gave my sister my programmer's duckie and the house is so peaceful even tho she's studying she hasn't called for help in like 10 minutes

[dear-indies]

Okay so this is a big ask, and I truly cannot say PLEASE AND THANK YOU hard enough for even considering answering this. I’m thinking about making a blog that goes through an entire bloodline. Starting with a bit more old times fantasy stuff, into modern day, and maybe heading into a more cyberpunk era.

I have a base but and ideas for characters that can fill in gaps but I do need some help and opinions, and sorry to say, you’re the best one for this. Sorry for how huge this is gonna get lol. Know that you have my eternal gratitude for even looking at this though.

Okay so for the main base I’m thinking Ram Charan, but I would like a fc that you think could work for a younger fc for him (early to mid 20s)

Up next in the line I just need general fc help. Character is a male about middle aged, and Indian. Very gruff and angry at what seems like the world, but kind deep down. Nearest thing I can liken him to would be the punisher from marvel.

Next up would be my modern muse. I was thinking Avan Jogia, but if you don’t think he’d fit the trend of the previous characters ethnicity wise, I am more than open to different suggestions.

Lastly is the character in a more futuristic type setting. I’d like a woman that very much has a cool biker girl vibe could literally be anywhere from like early 20s to mid 30s.

This got ENORMOUS, but your insight is invaluable when it comes to fc help, but if this is too much for you that’s fine too. Feel free to let me know either way. You do so much for us, and I cant say thank you enough.

Hey anon! Thank you so muck for your kind words! I almost finished this ask but somehow it didn't save so now I'm doing it again. 😭😭

Ram Charan, early 20s - here are all the Telugu actors I know in their 20's!

Adarsh Gourav (1994) Telugu.

Shiva Kandukuri (1994) Telugu.

Panja Vaisshnav Tej (1995) Telugu.

Master Bharath (1996) Telugu.

Santosh Sobhan (1996) Telugu.

Sri Simha Koduri (1996) Telugu.

Akash Puri (1997) Telugu.

Male, middle aged, Indian. Very gruff and angry at what seems like the world, but kind deep down - I didn't know if he had to be Telugu but I did include Telugu suggestions!

Nagarjuna (1959) Telugu.

Suniel Shetty (1961) Tulu.

Shah Rukh Khan (1965) Hyderabadi, Pathan, Kashmiri.

Salman Khan (1965) Marathi, Dogra, Alakozai Pashtun.

Vikram (1966) Tamil.

Akshay Kumar (1967) Punjabi.

Ravi Teja (1968) Telugu.

John Abraham (1972) Malayali Syrian / Irani Zoroastrian.

Arjun Rampal (1972) Indian, part Dutch.

Farhan Akhtar (1974) Irani.

Sendhil Ramamurthy (1974) Kannadiga / Tamil.

Hrithik Roshan (1974) Punjabi and Bengali - I didn't know he has polydactyly!

Nandamuri Kalyan Ram (1978) Telugu.

Vaibhav Reddy (1978) Telugu.

Tottempudi Gopichand (1979) Telugu.

Avan Jogia muse:

I'm not sure which bloodline you wanted this muse to follow so please get back to me!

Cool biker girl, early 20s to mid 30s:

Aiysha Hart (1988) Saudi Arabian and White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Lolly Adefope (1990) Yoruba Nigerian has spoken up for Palestine!

Gia Mantegna (1990)

Rosaline Elbay (1990) Egyptian has spoken up for Palestine!

Rina Sawayama (1990) Japanese - is pansexual and bisexual has spoken up for Palestine!

Tiana Okoye (1991) African-American - has a link to Gaza charity on her page!

Kelly McCormack (1991) - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Pınar Deniz (1993) Turkish [Lebanese] - her vibes in Aktris - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / White - we vibes in We Are Lady Parts - has spoken up for Palestine!

Seychelle Gabriel (1991) part Mexican - vibes in Blood Fest - has spoken up for Sudan and Palestine!

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sky Ferreira (1992) Brazilian [Portuguese, possibly other] / Ashkenazi Jewish, Ojibwe, Cree, Chippewa Cree, Cheyenne, White - has Chronic Lyme Disease.

Medalion Rahimi (1992) Iranian, Iranian Jewish - uses she/they - has spoken up for Palestine!

Olivia D’Lima (1993) Goan and White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Mina El Hammani (1993) Moroccan - has spoken up for Palestine!

Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Anna Leong Brophy (1993) Irish, Chinese, Kadazan.

Jordan Alexander (1993) African-American and White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Jesse James Keitel (1993) - is a trans woman.

Mia Khalifa (1993) Lebanese - has spoken up for Palestine!

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Adeline Rudolph (1994) Korean / White.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (1994) Chinese / White.

Juliette Motamed (1995) Iranian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Coty Camacho (1995) Mexican [Mixtec and Zapotec] - is pansexual.

Jessica Darrow (1995) Cuban - is a lesbian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sasha Calle (1995) Colombian.

Myha'la (1996) Afro Jamaican / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Lauren Jauregui (1996) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other], likely some Basque - is bisexual - has spoken up for Palestine!

Imaan Hammam (1996) Moroccan / Egyptian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ella Balinska (1996) Afro Jamaican / White.

Yumi Nu (1996) Japanese / White.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American, 1/4 Korean.

Blu Hunt (1996) Oglala Lakota, Apache, White - is queer.

Kassius Nelson (1997) Black British - vibes in Dead Boy Detectives.

Alaqua Cox (1997) Menominee, Mohican - is deaf and a below the knee leg amputee - vibes in Hawkeye.

Julia Dalavia (1998) Brazilian - vibes in Pantanal.

Odessa A'zion (2000) part Ashkenazi Jewish - has spoken up for Palestine!

Reneé Rapp (2000) - is a lesbian - has spoken up for Palestine!

I hope this helped!

[akemansimblog]

Alice Mason suggested that her future daughter-in-law Avalon go to the thermae and walk through the market. The wise old woman did not allow the servants to choose the products. They would pick up any cheap junk and pocket the rest of the money. No, she wished to control the important thing of food. The hot spring was warm, though Avalon feared it might rain. The sky was so gloomy! And Alice was watching the girl, trying to see if she was a match for her crotchety cousins. But so far nothing suspicious she found.

Do you want to marry my son? - she asked as if in passing. - Not for the sake of riches?

No, not panita Alice! - Avalon answered meekly. - I love Alexander with all my heart. When they emerged from the spring, the girl was immediately accosted by the king Jafar Avan of Letonia. He jumped up to her and murmured in Letoni how glad he would be to have the beauty in his harem.

I am engaged! - Fearfully exclaimed Avalona, not yet accustomed to the insistent attention of men. And hid behind Alice. The old woman did not know letoni, but she glanced at Jafar grimly, letting him know that he was not welcome here.

[nepofm]

+𝟑  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃  .  roman  castillo  (  evan  mock  )  is  looking  for  a  romantic  connection  ,  sasha  de  leon  (  zion  moreno  )  is  looking  for  a  romantic/sexual  connection  &  jack  valmount  (  drew  starkey  )  is  looking  for  a  romantic  connection  .

romantic.   —   roman castillo is looking for a friends to lovers situation ( i’ll try to keep this connection short, but please forgive me if i get carried away ! the gist of it is they started off as friends - specifically the type of friends who just had an immediate connection, almost as if they’d known each other their entire lives (or maybe they have, i’m not super picky on this detail). but what’s clear, is they’re incredibly similar. but it was never really just a friendship, there was always something more and eventually they just gave in and started to explore said feelings - but they never did go as far as admitting they were a couple, not to each other and CERTAINLY not to anyone who commented on their relationship. they’re a couple but at the same time, they’re not a couple. it’s also a strong possibility that it’s an open situation, meaning they’re free to sleep with and date other people because they know they’ll end up with one another in the end. ) within the age range of 24-26 that preferably looks like rudy pankow, archie renaux, bright vachirawit, cha eunwoo, nick robinson, aria shahghasemi, froy gutierrez, emilio sakraya, herman tommeraas, ryan potter, any male/male aligned non-binary fc. you do have to contact the mun before applying under wcrstbehaviior. 

romantic/sexual.   —   sasha de leon is looking for a boy toy / long term fling ( sasha de leon has always been unsuccessful when it comes to relationships, though it’s not because of a lack of trying. in fact, she’s had quite a few short lived relationships. in fact, her only relationship that’s lasted any real amount of time is nothing more than a fling. and while they’ve had their share of fun, she’s often left wanting more. that’s pretty much all i’ve got, because i thought it would be much more fun to discuss the remaining aspects of this dynamic ! especially whether or not there are any feelings to be had ! ) within the age range of 23-27 that preferably looks like alex landi, darren barnet, avan jogia, charles melton, freddy carter, gabriel darku, jacob elordi, kedar williams-stirling, keith powers, mena massoud, fabien frankel, rege jean-page, sean teale, tommy martinez, utp. you do not have to contact the mun before applying under wcrstbehaviior. 

romantic.   —   jack valmount is looking for a long term partner / on again off again relationship ( once upon a time they were a couple of teenagers madly in love, but now they’re nothing more than a pair of twenty somethings who’ve stayed together out of convenience. they still seem to care about each other, in a roundabout way, but there’s no real question that they’ve fallen out of love. why they stay together, though, is a question neither of them have been able to answer. it’s not unusual to find either of them, especially jack, going home with someone else. // i think that provides an accurate description without dictating too much which is why i’ve also requested to be contacted, just to hammer out any additional details ! ) within the age range of 23-26 that preferably looks like lulu antariska, natasha liu bordizzo, amita suman, anya chalhotra, aslihan malbora, billie lourd, chase sui wonders, davika hoorne, diana silvers, halston sage, hunter schafer, kathryn newton, josefine frida pettersen, madelyn cline, utp. you do have to contact the mun before applying under wcrstbehaviior. 

[kavinam-indra-bharathi]

En Mel kuttram yadhondrum illaye

Chapter 3: मधुरं असत्यं अधः दुष्टं अभिप्रायं गोपयितुं साहाय्यं करोति-a sweet lie helps conceal the evil intention underneath

Summary:

and i'm back people with another chapter on star wars day

sorry for the shitty writing.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Vader had awoken from his stupor, his face covered by a menacing black helmet, his body in a restrictive suit, fettered to the bed. Sidious walked towards him, hooded and cloaked and said, " lord Vader, can you hear me?" then Vader's voice boomed though the resonator, sounding slightly mechanical " yes master." Vader turned to Sidious and asked about Padme's whereabouts, his breathing heard as he asked, " where is Padme? Is she safe? is she alright?" but his question was answered with a final blow causing him more pain. he already was forced to stay awake while being treated for his burns and he fainted midway due to the pain but now, this pain made him feel as if his heart had been forcibly torn out of his chest and ripped into a thousand pieces as Palpatine answered in a somber tone "it seems, in your anger, you killed her."

that was enough to send Vader mad with grief.

Vader answered, in disbelief, and horror " I, I couldn't have." he strained, trying to break himself free from the fetters that had kept him chained to the bed. " She was alive, I felt it." he added, his grief turning into anger.

Vader's rage was uncontrollable, just as Sidious expected, his rage seen through the force as multiple medical Equipements and droids broke, and his fetters shattered. he staggered forward, as he was not adjusted to his new cybernetic legs as he let a powerful roar " NO!" which was heard throughout the galaxy. but only one thing Palpatine said was true, Padme was dead but not due to Vader killing her on mustafar, but as she lost the will to live after birthing her and Anakin's twin children. that was the thing the two Sith lords did not know.

a few days later Vader had started to work on the death star under Palpatine, but that day marked the second loose brick in the wall called the empire as the one who had vowed to destroy it had arrived on the executor.

" I wish to speak with the emperor." said Sithara to the stormtrooper.

" We cannot let you in without knowing who you are." said the trooper defensively.

" Do as you are told or else, your life is at stake." said Sithara in reply brandishing her lightsaber, Malavika standing behind her and as soon as she said the following words, the trooper let the two in.

as the two walked through the executor Malavika whispered to her sister " akka, ippo avaal vandhu yen nammala ulla vidala, avaalukku namma andha shaniyanukku therinja aalunu theriyaadha?" "avaalukku theriyaama irukkum . adhukkapparam avana shaniyan nu kupadadhey, ketta varthainnu ivaalukku therinju pona namma case closed." answered Sithara in a hushed tone. but Malavika added " aanalum avan dharidhram dhaan, indha ulagathukke dharidhram." which made Sithara chuckle.

the two had walked until they found Palpatine's guards and instead of using pleasantries, had barged inside and saw Sidious seated on a throne with a figure in a menacing black suit, with a helmet covering its head behind him.

" So, where is sheev Palpatine, I wish to see him." said Sithara, her voice echoing off the chamber's walls. " He is right here." said Vader pointing to the chair. as Sithara gazed at the wrinkled face of palatine she said, " you have aged my friend! it has been many years since we last met." " what do you want with me this time Veerabhadra? and why have you brought this child with you?" he said, looking at Sithara's face and pointed at Malavika. " Vishwaksena is no child, just because you last saw her when I was twelve and she was seven does not mean that she is still that seven-year-old child you last saw on coruscant." Sithara said defensively holding her sister's hand to prevent her from taking her lightsaber and ending Palpatine's line that very moment. "Anyways, tell me, why have you come to seek me. what brings you here?" Palpatine asked to which Sithara responded, " I have come to help you." which stunned Palpatine as he knew that Sithara would not aid after what he did to her in exegol but still Palpatine thought that he could exploit her wisdom and skill once again for his own strength and complied asking" help me with what, I need you to specify Veerabhadra?" " I have heard about order 66, a great, brave but effective measure to cleanse these lands of jedi scum, but now there is a rebellion brewing, a rebellion against the empire which started in Alderaan a day back and Kenobi is still on the loose." as Sithara spoke, Vader clenched his fist in annoyance on hearing Kenobi's name but let her continue " and so, i have come with Vishwaksena to eradicate the rebels and all traces of jedi filth and propagate the Sith empire." She finished. “ Fine, I shall allow you only I’d the two of you do not stab us in the back and work with my best.”palpatine answered , silently plotting to make Vader work with her to further torture her as Vader now consumed in anger was more irritable now. Malavika then asks palpatine “ fine, but if I may ask , who is bucket-mandai in the back?” Which made sithara almost facepalm out of exasperation and she whispered to malavika “ malavika, why did you do that, nee yen avana bucket mandai nnu sonney?” “ summa dhaan akka!” Malavika responded . Only for palpatine to plainly say “ bucket mandai over here is my apprentice and the commander of my forces, veerabhadra, vishwaksena , may I introduce you to Darth Vader the lord of mustafar, the one you shall work with to finish off the rebellion!”

sithara looked at Vader, the being in that suit looked more machine than man but as she Felt his presence through the force, she felt that this being indeed was human and strong in the force . As she turned her head to face her sister to ask her opinion, one of her earrings fell down as it was loose since the minute they arrived in the room , both sisters were too invested in discussing about if working with Vader was the right decision to notice the missing earring. And in the end after five minutes of discussing in hushed tones Sithara said “ fine, as long as we aid in the destruction of the Jedi, working with anyone is fine.”

“ good!” Said sheev palpatine, he called one of his guards and asked him to show both sisters into a suite and escorted both Sithara and Malavika out.

as palpatine too walked out in a few minutes to go oversee the sketches for the deathstar made by grand moff tarkin . Vader was left alone , in his chamber until he noticed something shining on the floor

He knelt done and picked up the foreign object and saw it it was an earring with a really unique and unfamiliar design, one of a serpent. Made of gold encrusted with rubies and two diamonds with a small dome shaped extension beneath the snake made of gold encrusted with rubies with pearls lining the bottom of both the domed extension and the serpent and it weighed a lot heavier than the earrings padme used to wear.

the ones padme used to wear

the memories of padme that this mere earring brought back to him did send him on the verge of tears as he remembered his beloved padme , that he had killed out of anger but he remembered that this one would have belonged to one of the two sith who had unceremoniously barged in while his master and he were discussing about the Death Star and walked out with his lightsaber in his hand , as he tried to hide the earring by placing it in front of the piece of jewellery as he walked out of his chambers to go and search for both of them

Notes:

tamil transalations

akka, ippo avaal vandhu yen nammala ulla vidala, avaalukku namma andha shaniyanukku therinja aalunu theriyaadha?- sister, why did they not let us in, do they not know that we are that shaniyan's aquaintances.

shaniyan- a troublesome person ( or saturn as in astrology shani or saturn is told to bring bad luck wherever he goes.)

avaalukku theriyaama irukkum . adhukkapparam avana shaniyan nu kupadadhey, ketta varthainnu ivaalukku therinju pona namma case closed.- they might not be knowing, also don't call him shaniyan, if they find out that we abused him , that's it we will be dead and our case is closed.

aanalum avan dharidhram dhaan, indha ulagathukke dharidhram."- but still he is nothing but dharidhram, dharidhram for the universe

dharidhram- filth

bucket-mandai : bucket- head

nee yen avana bucket mandai nnu sonney- why did you call him bucket head?

summa dhaan akka- just for fun akka

[snackugaki-jestsjapesjokes]

... someone take heroforge from me, I was just curious, I swear I was! to see how close I could get to my iteration... the answer was respectably close but god at what cost

April wasn't too hard. Didn't quite have what I normally draw her hair like, the clothing options ...were so close but I just couldn't make it work so she's more punky than goth. 6/10

Irma... I've said it in a couple of my iteration lore posts but to me??? Irma was done dirty in 87. They just slapped a Jeanette the Chipette skin over 80s Trope Explicitly Less Desireable Best Friend of MC and she deserved better... which is why I shook Janine Melnitz and Nadia Vulvokov in a Pringles can and reconstituted what was left. I know HeroForge wasn't quiiiiite meant for this but it's pretty malleable tbh, unfortunate that some pieces are tied to others but serviceable, 8/10

At aking precious Keno, tignan mo siya napaka-astig noh???? tl;dr Ernie Reyes Jr. was the ninja of my childhood and one of the few identifiable filipino faces in american tv Don't think I addressed it in other lore dumps but one of the things I borrowed from Rise to season my iteration was the gender flip which the internet dice decided on Keno. Waffled on the outfit until just throwing the approximation of Keno's iconic movie outfit. the new facial feature editing on heroforge has been immensely helpful but god the nose smaller edits options still make my head hurt... probably gonna go back and edit some more because there's a specific pango I was going for and I hadn't figured it out yet. There wasn't a curly hair pixie option either. 5.4/10

This... fucking goober. Casey Arnaldo Goongala-ass Jones. My fault for using Elden Henson (iykyk) and Avan Jogia as face inspo when I was still learning how to use heroforge's new in-depth facial editor. It's.... close. Enough. Ish. 4.1/10

And then I got curious about my non-human cast....

Mikey's tucked in a sleeve don't worry about it because I could only get 3 turtles from the options available, technically I could have gotten in all four but then I'd have to take the staff out which I preferred not to because I'm more of the Teacher and Master Splinter than Father and Daddy Splinter. Couldn't get the two little tails mustache going which is a shame since I specifically gave my Splinter the Nicodemus cut. Saw I could slap a huge scroll on him and took the opportunity hahaaaa that isn't a stolen scroll from the Foot clan stronghold naaaah, Splinter didn't take it in petty vengeance for Yoshi's death on the grounds of this clan. Hhh I'd have preferred a ryuusui or a yagasuri pattern but they had a seigaiha pattern... good enough. 5.8/10

Then I tried to make turtles. Which there is a legitimate option for! Specific turtle head (singular choice), reptilian body... just I fucked up trying to see how close I could get to my actual drawings... and I saw into the abyss...

.......................... this felt illegal somehow. i had to stop. i couldn't do a front shot, it was horrifying. 1.4/10

Pretty happy I was able to give her the Chiaki Kuriyama nose and the snobby ojousan look using the face editor. Extremely tickled I figured out just the right shine for leather. The asymmetrical bob....... is as close as I could get to her actual side swept wispy pixie, tradeoffs I guess. 7/10

[thaywrites]

heyyyyy, GEBF here! sorry, i got swamped by irl commitments, but im finally hereeee again! how has your break been, bestie? also i just wanted to ask you about your favorite muse(s) so far. is there any character you're currently all about? are they in their main character era in your head?

that's completely understandable with the holidays and all, but nice to hear from you again, GEBF! and oh, it's been both amazing and busy all at once but I'm just glad to be able to rest and spend time with my family. hmmmm so I have like a loooot of muses lol bc I'm always coming up with new ideas and love to build characters and stories and worlds. I adore all of them but there are some that I just feel more musey when writing bc they live in my head 24/7 rent free. so here are some of them:

aurora "rory" cohen ( victoria pedretti fc ): rory's a character that came to me when i got back into the rpc and she has been my baby since. she's a baker and pretty much, all sunshine and honey and freshly baked cookies. she's kind of a celebrity in her hometown, since she's the mayor's daughter from a small town, and kinda loves it bc she loves to get to know new people. she also just tends to talk too much. her family fell apart a couple years back bc daddy cheated and the whole town was all over it and then her first love broke her heart so she's currently in her healing era, living with her pitbull and trying to get her own bakery up n running.

adrien zahir ( avan jogia fc ): adrien is a muse i've had for yeaaars and i never get tired of writing him. he's a guitar player in the kinda famous rock band loudmouth ( and i write all the band members too ) and basically his background is that he was kicked out of his family by an overly religious father who hated the fact his only son was queer. so he found himself a new family instead. he went through many revamps and as of his latest one, he went from a sex crazed, addicted, alcoholic, messy rockstar to a soon-to-be daddy, pretty much married, recovered and decent human being. he's still loud, brazen, flamboyant and that's why we love him sm.

theodore becker ( andrew garfield fc ): theo is my broadway star. well, currently on a break. so he's basically a sweetheart broadway actor who was head over heels in love with the man of his dreams and he thought it was time to take things to the next level. he proposed, got a no for an answer and decided he needed some time away from new york, so he moved back home to help his dads out with their small business. he's pretty much a goof, big musical theater nerd, and just has a lot of love to give. i adore him sm.

alev özberk ( alperen duymaz fc ): poor man's version of clyde from the infamous duo bonnie and clyde. his bonnie is written by a friend of mine and we just have sm fun with those two. alev is my badboy, he's been part of a gang and has done some pretty hefty stuff in his life. he's a burglar, a liar, a drug dealer and all around a shitty person. but he's honestly so much fun to write bc he's always getting up to something and honestly, i miss him sm.

bowie monroe ( sophie thatcher / kiana madeira fc ): my little delinquent redneck enby babygirl. so their background is super messed up, mommy was a groupie that partied too much and didn't care about her motherly duties, so bowie was left at the cares of their older siblings (all half, all from different fathers) and was raised by them. they grew to be pretty pissed off at everything and everyone but they do try to be on a good behavior for the sake of their siblings, which is hard considering the friends bowie usually keeps by her side. she also has a pet lizard she's very fond of.

there's like so many others i could add to this list but i wanted to keep it on the shorter side lol

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

I was watching some other reviews after that one and I just want to talk more about this movie. While this may sound insane. I very well know there are worse video game movie adaptations. But holy crap, this one seems to really bother me A LOT. To where while I had wondered if I would gift @lovezdarestevez4ever this. But I think I wouldn't even want to do that to her because she deserves better than that.

While we may have issues with Brad Peyton's Rampage. Including she has made a lot of good criticism. But holy crap, that film is so much better, and I feel strangely shame for getting a steel book of Welcome to Raccoon City. I question why, but my answers are this.

I hoped I would still like the movie despite its problems.

The issue with physical media slowly dying and that's a serious thing.

It's a steel book with a bunch of extra cool stuff. It's essentially a collector's item.

I was thinking like one of the reasons I feel upset over this movie because the year prior the movie came out. The Sonic movie came out and I love that one. Especially adaptations are getting better but this one just...it's insane how it ended up like it did.

And the fact I know the lore of these games (I'm no expert. Please remember that), I've played the games. The classics and modern ones. But seeing learning more of how the director talked about this movie. I feel like Welcome to Raccoon City to me is a perfect example of what not to do with a video game movie adaptation. I wonder if I'll do a big detailed and spoiler filled post if I were try to fix this movie. I did a little one with Eight Crazy Nights. But again, this movie really bothers me because how the fuck can you fuck up a perfectly easy movie to make?

Why did you mash Resident Evil 1 and 2 into one movie? Even though I said I appreciate the craziness to do that.

Why did the director/writer say Leon is a "Disheveled hungover anti-hero" when in his first few appearances, mainly in the RE2 stuff. He's a literal boy scout rookie out of his element who gets shit done. And I actually don't mind Avan Jogia as Leon but holy crap. The portrayal of Leon is so strange to me. Along with other portrayals in this movie. I actually don't mind any of the actors in this movie. But again, the writing...just why?

And to be honest because I thought about this earlier. I said I still wanted a sequel to this...but I don't want a sequel. Because with how this movie turned out...I don't want a live action Resident Evil movie ever again. I'm not joking. I never want another one after this. And if a sequel happens. I may see it, or I may likely not if I were to see the negative reviews.

You know, whatever happens with the Bioshock movie. Despite my concerns and whatever else. I hope it will not end up like the disappointment like this movie is. Because Welcome to Raccoon City feels like a worst-case scenario due to so many things going on with it.

Fuck it, I don't want to say this. I didn't want to...it could be worse yet still somehow better than the Paul W.S. Anderson films. The fact this film can be worse and better is an achievement. It's better because it's more faithful to the series (Even though I've seen people say we've already seen this shit which is...amusing to hear that. Like, Filmento was right), but it's the way it was handled that pisses me off/bother me.

Edit update I forgot to mention after I first saw the movie, I told a best friend of mine I felt serotonin watching it...I was not in the right mind with Resident Evil in 2021 because it's stupid I even said that.

You know, I want to make a post of what could've been done with Resident Evil Welcome to Raccoon City to make it a better movie. And I'd rather not want to change the entire movie or more so, at least try to use the same characters they had in the film.

I'm watching Elvis the alien's and review of this film and...to be honest. Here's making so many good points because what the Hell happened with this movie?

Again, I want to make a very detailed post of what the director/writer could've done. But I legit wonder if the reshoots and rewrites were the problems. Or was the director even being legit that he was a fan of these games. Because this film is...so weird.

Because I legit feel like the FNAF movie feels more coherent with what it was doing. And I legit slowly or well, understand even more of Filmento's criticisms of what is the problem with video game movie adaptations.

[akajustmerry]

cancelled show cliffhangers that Hurt Me™

selfie (2013) - “next time i’ll be ready” bitch i’ll never recover from this ever

the living and the dead (2016) - literally the best ghost-story series and the cliffhanger is unparalleled in pain 

utopia (2013) - just........what the FUCK

brave new world (2020) - absolutely outstanding horny scifi but apparently none of y’all were horny enough to watch it so now i will never Know The Answers

still star crossed - you know what I'm still crying over the reveal, the betrayal and ROMANCE I'll never have closure for

the hour (2012) - iykyk this one is just too painful to try even to be funny

the oa (2016) - you know how the unexplainable multiverse is a popular Thing now, its cos OA brought it back in the wildest cliffhanger and i’ll never Understand. oa fans suffer everyday and deserve a pension

i’m not okay with this (2020) - yoooo fuck covid for killing this show. the finale was SICK and we will NEVER know who the Mystery figure was 

high fidelity (2019) - we had a show about bi zoe kravitz looking for love and sorting life out and y’all abandoned it and now i’ll never know if she gonna be okay

now apocalypse (2019) - y’all are fake avan jogia stans for letting this show die. i had so many questions, so much hope!!

powerless (2017) - this show literally ends mid-sentence i won’t FORGIVE. i won’t FORGET. 

pushing daisies (2008) - y’all will call lee pace all manner of horny things but where were all of you when i needed to know who ned’s father was, huh? WHERE?

firefly (2002) - yeah yeah joss whedon is a piece of shit, but i still Need To Know Shit™

dead like me (2003) - bryan fuller being unable to finish his shit has been hurting me since 2005 

cleverman (2016) - we had blak led scifi show and y’all killed it. i won’t forgive. you have no idea how bold it was, the insane spot it was left in.

[nevada-wrytes]

this is the start of i think the first ever story-verse i thought of? im very proud of myself for finally writing it down so yay

it's fantasy and a little mystical and i will be answering questions about it! so send them here or to my main: @nevada-the-bookwyvern

that's all and i hope you like it!

my tag list: dm me if ya want to be added / removed:

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Avyanna was a witch, a fearsome creature of the night, trained in tricks and spells and potions alike. She could make the world spin backwards if she wanted to. So why, in Mother's name, was her heart racing as she climbed up this tree?

It's not that it was tall, she'd climbed up plenty of tall trees before, one's that were much more dangerous than this one— well, maybe this one was tall, very tall, since it was the Tree, after all, larger than a mountain, enough to fit thousands in its branches.

Ginormous, one branch bigger than dozens of trees in the Forest. Still, she struggled and shimmied and generally made a fool of herself because she had set her mind to see what was at the top and see what was at the top she would.

She'd been climbing for hours. Hours and hours. In fact, she was sure the sun had been in the opposite direction when she started. And she still wasn't at the top, she was still a measly wretch at the bottom. Avya hmphed. This would be harder than it looked.

Corvus had been raised to always stay in the shadows. It was his nature, by now, to slink into them whenever possible. Although he didn't blend in, with his pale coloring and even paler hair, they were like a second home for him, much more comforting than the first.

Today he was gracing the throne room with his presence, sequestered off to the side while the others made Big Plans on Mother Knows What.

He'd been told to not touch anything, to stay off in the corner playing peekaboo or whatever little kids did. He regretted to inform them that he was nine, already grown up in his mind. Kids like him didn't play peekaboo anymore, they were off practicing sword play or learning nomology** in the library.

[**like math and numerology combined; magic math]

But his mother had said this was an important meeting and she'd bent down and told him to hush, to listen to what the Elders said and watch his baby sister as they discussed matters that didn't involve him— or did they.

So, like that, Corvus found himself playing peekaboo while the other kids his age ran off to play in the gardens or listened to stores from A Times Past.

Very fun indeed, he thought as he hid behind his hands for the eighth time in a row, much to his younger sister's enjoyment.

Avyanna pulled herself up another branch, exhaustion strumming in her arms. She'd climbed through many days and through many nights, and only briefly wondered if her parents would care that she was not home by now, only briefly though.

Now she rested, catching her breath for the regrettably long way to climb, still. She wasn't even halfway, regrettably high from the ground, too high to go back down, but no where near the top.

Sometimes she'd glimpse other Beings, Avans, they were called, flying in a swirl of feathers through the leaves, or having animated conversations from their perches on the Tree, but either times she'd only get a glimpse before continuing her climb.

And when it got really dangerous, when the sun set and the Avans with swords and knives appeared, she'd curl up under the giant leaves and whisper magic spells to keep her company.

She hadn't closed her eyes since starting this climb. And Avya was oh so tired— the air was warm, the summer heat already in full bloom— she could have sworn it was only blooming when she'd been on the ground— and the shade the giant leaves offered was refreshing in ways she hadn't known before.

Perhaps if she closed her eyes, for a moment or two, things would still be fine? After all, where could the Tree go? And no one could find her if she wanted to, all she had to do was close her eyes.

So, as the Flowers slowly sang her to sleep (as there was much flora growing on the branches), and the Tree gently rocked her to the music, Avyanna closed her eyes, and dreamed.

Corvus was not in the shadows, for once. He'd been playing a game with his cousin, Fawx, her spirit bright and fiery enough to chase away any darkness. Fawx was like him, put off to the side, locked in a small box far away in order to not get damaged. She was not allowed in the regular Branches (see bright and fiery personality), but had a special room designed for her.

It was in the open, up on one of the highest perches, shaded from the sun lest her skin get too freckled. A stream or a dozen curled around, summoned from Mother Knows Where, roughly to prevent any fires "accidently" caused by her uncontrollably Powers.

It was a fun place, pretty, with a pond, but still lonely. It looked more like a prison, but instead of bars, Fawx was kept in by curling leaves. It was cruel that they let anyone in, but never her out. One day, Cor will show her the World, well, the World as he knows it from his bedroom window.

"Cor!" called Fawx to grab his attention. She sat by the pond and when he tried to go to her, she splashed him with the stagnate water, then giggled.

"That was a very evil thing to do," said Cor, pulling algae from his hair. Someone ought to clean that pool of hers, he thought. "You wouldn't like it if I pushed you in, would you?"

Fawx immediately stiffened, shaking her head. She looked too somber than, so Cor added,

"Of course I'd never do that, but you are welcome to push me in if you'd like." Cor was not about to endanger the life of his only friend by submerging her in water. That was the one thing Fawx couldn't do, well that, and leave her room, and control her power, and remember what happened last week— but that was besides the point.

Still, the girl giggled and sized him up, perhaps thinking how well he could swim. "I was only joking," Cor backed away from the pond, since he, in fact, couldn't swim. "Why don't we go back to studying?"

Fawx groaned, but really it should be Cor who was complaining as they only studied the same things over and over again, all because of Fawx's poor memory. But he didn't, he was more than content to sit high in the Tree and reread passages about Old Wars and hierarchy and even meteorology. It was a good distraction from his life below, one he'd always cherish.

Avya had woken up hours ago, when the sun was barely in the sky, having slept through both day and night. Her stomach growled, she had not had something to eat since being on the ground, but she was not about to steal some food from the Avans.

Someone on the ground had told her they ate worms and beetles as delicacies, and as much as see enjoyed the occasional cricket, she wasn't about to eat a slimy thing with no face.

So she climbed, because she had nothing better to do. Sometimes she used a little magic to help, because climbing and climbing was boring unless one added something fun.

It still took her hours more to reach the middle, but she wasn't about to give up. She was Avyanna! The fearsome Witch! She could climb a measly tree, even if it took her a whole summer to do it.

Oh, but what she'd do for a cool glass of nectar and some crystal fruit right now, Avya would even take her Aunt's sorry excuse for a tart, even if it meant swallowing down burnt crust.

At around midnight did she find a stream, drinking to her hearts content with only the Moon as her witness. She'd floated in the rushing water, washing her dress and hands which had gotten terribly dirty from this adventure.

Then she'd laid down on a sturdy leaf, recharging in the Moon's glow, and dreaming of something to eat.

Little did she know an enchantress, the Enchantress, watched her through the Moon's cold eyes. The Enchantress was happy that her daughter was following the right path, the one that would lead her to Greatness and Glory, the one that would fulfill her Destiny. (And the Enchantress knew this, as she'd seen it in her great Crystal Bowl). So she sent the spirits and sprites to fill her sleeping daughter a glass of nectar and honey and a whole bowl of crystal fruit, because good behavior was rewarded, and little Avyanna needed to know she was on the right path.

Cor had woken up when the Moon was still high in the sky, which was upsetting as he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and would have to entertain himself until morning, not that he did any different throughout the day.

He flipped through some books with little interest, watched the numbers on countless ledgers go by, and even traced the patterns of the wood around him with little luck, as nothing could cure his boredom.

Instead, he curled up in the seat by the window, and unfurled his wings so they basked in the Moon's glory. They were the same color in this light, not a harsh white but more of a soft grey, not like the "sick" boy's wings, the one who lived in the daylight.

Corvus didn't understand why they said he was sick, why they said his wings were Wrong and the others' were Right. How could one look so much like the Moon, the very sign of the Goddess herself, and still be Wrong?

Was it because his eyes were tinged pink? Although they appeared colorless in this light, Cor knew others were scared to look at them. They weren't a blazing red like others' were, they were a sickly pink, out of everything, Cor hated his eyes the most.

He'd once read the Moon showed things as they truly were, so maybe he wasn't that bad. Maybe he was really healthy, and Right, not like the other's saw him. Maybe he, like the Moon, was only meant to be seen at night.

Avya understood many things, she understood that her powers were stronger when the Moon was big, or on the ground in her Forest, she even didn't mind the delicious food that had appeared in front of her when she woke up, or why she was on another branch entirely, but she could not wrap her head around why the pale boy— the pale Avan— was dangling out of the window with his eyes closed.

She could wake him, but if he so much as twitched the wrong direction, he'd surely fall to his death. Unless he knew how to fly, which since he had wings, he should, but perhaps he'd be too tired to do so— Avya ran through the possible scenarios in her head and only got more and more worried. What would happen if they were to discover she had passed the boy— Avan— and left him to fall to his death? She'd be taken away for sure! And then she'd never make it to the top, she'd have to start at the bottom again!

There was no way Avya would start over, so she climbed over to the pale boy's window and pushed him inside. It was much harder than she thought, as for a bit she too was dangling from the ledge, but with a bit of magic she was able to vault herself and the boy— argh, Avan— over.

They landed in a cozy-looking nook filled with cushions and books, some half opened and written in languages she didn't understand, it seemed comfy, though the cushion she had landed on was not comfy at all. It took her a minute to realize she'd landed on the boy's legs, so she carefully got off, afraid to wake him. Regardless, the boy— AVAN— slept, peaceful as a log.

Avya gazed at him, she'd never seen an Avan before, much less this close up, so she leaned in close to trace the lines of his face. Avans were funny-looking, of sorts. They had sharp cheekbones and pointy chins, and long ears that extended out instead of up like her own. And his nose was weirdly curved, and pointy. Everything about them was pointy. Even the wings she made sure to carefully arrange (as they looked very delicate from close up) ended in long, curving points.

As she leaned in to move a lock of hair that'd fallen into his face, his eyes snapped open. They were pale, sort of pink, Avya preferred purple or green, but they weren't too bad.

"Hi there," she said. The Avan only screamed.

[emerald-amidst-gold]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday, you wonderful people! It seems there’s a pattern. I always push out a chapter of ‘Emerald Eyes Amidst Golden Vows’ before Wednesday, and I’m like *pikachu face*. But! I do have a messy outline of the next chapter. 

Thank you for the tags: @oxygenforthewicked @aymayzing @noire-pandora and @another-rogue-trevelyan <3

Things may change and whatnot, but have some Mhairi and Cyfrin time:

“What do you mean?”, she asked, searching for the answer in Cyfrin’s amber colored eyes in case he deflected like normal. Though, she knew she’d never be able to be that perceptive. Not like Fane. He was the better of them when it came to reading people, surprisingly. She was one to place more stock in words, not expressions. 

The no longer jovial elf let out a light sigh. “I...foolishly told your brother what Avan had said and that he had been harassing you.”, he admitted, eyes shifting around with shame, the rising sun hitting them in such a way they looked like golden honey. 

Mhairi blinked before honing her gaze into a glare. “Cyfrin!”, she cried, but not too loudly. “You know how Fane gets! Why would you tell him when he just woke up?!”, disbelief laced in her voice. Cyfrin was sometimes overbearing to a fault, and his admittance proved that! His decision had probably come from a good place in a good heart, but they had only fanned the flames to make them blaze!

Cyfrin let out a harsher sigh, honeyed eyes darting back with equal amounts of guilt and shame as they met her own. “I merely thought it would..”, he huffed in defeat before letting his head hang, unruly bangs hiding his face. “Ir abelas. I only thought it would lessen his ire..”

“Lessen it?”, she asked in disbelief. “Cyfrin, secondhand insults are sometimes worse because the person receiving is already expecting them!”, Mhairi explained, completely stopping in her slow strides to stare at the shamed man next to her. However, he only continued to lumber along, bottom lip worrying between his teeth. Her brows furrowed at that. That’s odd. 

“Cyfrin?”, she asked carefully. Had she, perhaps, gotten too accusatory? She hadn’t meant to! She was just…

“You didn’t see what I saw, Mhairi.”, an unusually somber voice came from Cyfrin as she was just about to apologize. 

She blinked, brows furrowing more before she gave her hand a light squeeze. “What?”, she asked, slightly offended. What did Cyfrin mean she didn’t ‘see what he saw’? Is he saying she didn’t know Fane was weighted down? That was ridiculous! She knew there was something, but not what or why! She never knew why! She didn’t know anything because...because…!

Because no one wanted to talk! They wanted to dance, to hide in their minds until they were forced out with hurtful words and bloody blows! Words had power, but no one wanted to use it!

Mhairi was just about to let agitation and personal feelings take her when she noticed a slight tremor in Cyfrin’s shoulders, how his elegant blue scarf was clutched between a gloved hand as if it were a life line, no longer caring how it had been sullied. A small frown worked its way onto her face, pulling down the corners uncomfortably before she heard the elf’s usual boisterous voice sound with a weight and sorrow she had never heard him display.

Cyfrin’s slender form halted, his head turning to look back at her with a forlorn expression she rarely ever saw on his face. It would seem Fane’s demeanor hadn’t been the only other odd thing today..

“You didn’t see how much pain was in his eyes when he opened the door to greet me. You didn’t see how his hands dug into the wood, clawed at it as if standing was too much to bear.”, he paused, gaze going to the ground. “You didn’t how tired he was, and not just from a lack of sleep..”, amber orbs shutting as if the thought was too painful to think of.

Tagging: @little-lightning-lavellan @shift-shaping @dreadfutures @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @crackinglamb @varric-tethras-editor and anyone else who’d like to! <3 (no pressure, as always!)

[seblaine-rph]

While you're looking into rps can we talk about Devereux Academy for a minute? A basic look at their main and rules reveals Kristin Stewart as an FC but she's asked repeatedly not to be used in rp, people getting originally tested for being Dom Switch or sub at 17, the rp wording is almost an exact replica of another rp that ran for a while, and they are allowing the Motta family to be whitewashed with a white Robert Pattinson FC. I'm sure theres more i was just too disgusted to keep looking.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been told to take a look at @devereuxacademy or heard about it being problematic. I can’t tell you about the dash and I’m not going to troll through everyone’s blogs, so if there is something on the dash that anyone would like to share with me (problematic plots, not tagging triggers, admin behavior,etc) then feel free to send another ask. 

More than one person came to me when this rp first hit the tags, asking if I thought they had stolen parts of their rp. I reported this by answering multiple different asks about it and they never responded, which is very telling. Honestly, I think they did. Intentionally or not, they do have a lot of parts of other, existing roleplays in their plot and there are so many copy and pasted things that it looks to be done on purpose. You can say, “but it’s a D/s academy rp and there’s only so many ways to rp in a school, so of course it looks similar to other rps of the same genre” except for the part where even academy rps have their own unique plot points, including the history of the world, social economics, and the school as well as the history of the administration. And that wasn’t the last time it was brought to my attention, or the only reason. I do see it, if we’re looking for my opinion on the matter of stolen plot content. I can see at least three different roleplays that were already in the tags for a long time, weaved together to make this group. I don’t really see anything that is original in the plot or worldview info, aside from maybe the intense details on IVF as the reason for there being so many triplets. Don’t quote me on that, though, it may have been used before. I just haven’t seen it. 

It weirds me out that they have all of their characters being thrust into nsfw situations before 18, with what should be an 18+ concept like BDSM, and at the same time they’re a discord rp as well as a tumblr rp. It says on their application that the characters are tested to find out which mark they are at 17. That’s a minor, being tested in a nsfw way because however you slice it BDSM and D/s are nsfw and nobody under the age of 18 can legally or morally be allowed to even dip a single toe in and that includes taking a test to find out what kinks they like and whether they’re going to want to be catching or receiving when it comes to sex. It just makes me wonder what’s being hidden in the discord. I’d also like to mention that they do have the option to play teachers as well as students, which is just weird and gross to me in this instance. The content is nsfw, clearly some students are going to get with teachers. It’s weird enough when it’s a sfw college rp and students do not smut with teachers, but being a teacher is a respectable character choice so I can see why you’d want to do it. If you were going to focus on talking to other teachers and developing plots with other teachers. In this instance though... the power dynamic between teachers and students are way different and there is a sexual overtone automatically because this is a kinky smut rp. You can also play a character as young as 21, which just makes me hope there are no relationships being written out by naive 21 year olds with their 30-40-50+, way more mature, could be their parent teacher. That might sound like I’m making up something that would never happen, but I have seen someone try to play a 62 year old lesbian that was predatory towards 19 year olds and even claimed one in a D/s rp like this. We all know how Glee rps work, we all know this line has already been crossed. We all also know why that’s gross- it’s an abuse of power and there is no way that a teacher/student dynamic could be cute because there will always be a sense of one person being way more mature than the other and being in a seat of power. Another reason to wonder what’s being hidden on this discord.

There are incorrectly casted families. In particular, I’m seeing POC families with fcs that should not belong because they do not match. I’d really like to know how it is that two Filipino girls and a black girl are twins. As a general note to the admins, you can’t erase half of someone’s ethnicity either. There are other families where one or more character is half right but also half wrong in an offensive way. And some families that are just wrong. I do give them props on some of this being right, but that doesn’t erase the other problems. You can’t whitewash people. Not all Asians are the same. Not all Latinx people are the same. Brown people aren’t interchangeable. Let me just list these so they’re easier to fix:

In the Adams family, Alex Newell is African-American but the fc has a sister that’s  British, Polish and Caribbean. That might be picking at straws but I always find it offensive when people pick and choose how to group ethnicities- like deciding all Asians are the same so they can be related. Either way, she’s over half white which doesn’t match up. 

Laura Harrier is Rachel Berry, she is half black and half white with Jewish background so that’s a really nice choice but then she’s twins with two Haliee Steinfeld fcs? Hailee who is Filipino... She’s also been accused of using the N word and being racist so she’s on a lot of people’s banned lists for the same reasons as Lea Michele. 

Brianna Tju is in a Chinese family but she’s half Indonesian. She’s also a Disney Channel star, so some people find that problematic from the start, because most of her resources are from kid’s shows at an age that is too young to be roleplaying. She’s only 22 now, which is old enough to rp, however the only real resources she has are from something that aired in 2015 and was likely filmed in 2014 or earlier. When she was definitely a minor. 

Kaya Scoldelario is Brazilian. She’s whitewashed by being placed in the Clarington family.

Zoe Deutch is Jewish. Her siblings are Matthew Daddario (Slovak, Italian, Irish, Hungarian, and English) and Haley Lu Richardson, who has a white background that doesn’t include Jewish. This is the Corcoran family as well, which should be Jewish, since they’re all related to Idina Menzel.

Victoria Pedretti is Jewish and she’s in the very white Evans family.

None of the older Fabrays are Jewish, and Ashley Johnson is Native American but also somehow a twin of the white Frannie Fabray.

Principal Figgins is played by someone that is Pakistani but the Figgins on the masterlist is played by Dev Patel, who is Gujarati Indian. 

Tyler Hoechlin is also partially Native American, but he is placed in the Flangan (Irish, like straight out of Ireland) family that has Rory recast as Thomas Dogherty (Scottish) with an Ariana Grande (Italian) twin as well. 

Kristen Stewart is on the masterlist but she has asked numerous times not to be used in roleplay because it makes her uncomfortable. I just covered this for another roleplay, and I’ve seen other people mention it, so it’s common knowledge at this point. She has been saying this for a long time. She’s also placed as the twin of Danielle Campbell, who is Mexican and Cajun French while Kristen is just white and the canon family member (Gilbert, so Adam Lambert) is Jewish.

Zendaya is also placed as a twin to Samantha Ware. Zendaya is mixed race, half black and half white, while Samantha is black. 

Yvette Monreal is the twin to Demi Lovato. Yvette is Chilean. Demi is Mexican and Portuguese. 

Avan Jogia is a Hart, but he is Gujarati Indian and white. He would be a better family relation to Dev Patel than anyone else on the masterlist and vice versa. As a refresher, Samuel Larsen (the canon fc for the Hart family) is Mexican, Danish, Spanish and Persian.

Maddison Jaizani is Iranian, but she’s listed as a Holliday which makes her related to Gwyneth Paltrow... a blonde, white woman.

Jacob Elordia is Basque and his sibling on the masterlist is Marie Avgeropoulos, a Greek actress. 

Rafael Silva is Brazilian, but he is a Lopez triplet, related to a Mexican-Irish sister (Lindsay Morgan) and a Mexican-Jewish sister (Alexa Demie).

Sugar Motta is played by Vanessa Lengies on Glee, an Egyptian actress. Her family is whitewashed with two white fcs, Kelli Berglung and Robert Pattinson. 

Kaylee Byrant is Japanese but she is twin to Madison Beer (Jewish) and Daisy Ridley (white).

The Puckerman family has lost its Jewish heritage. The only two on Noah’s side are Adelaide Kane (white) and Luke Pasqualino (Italian). Jake Puckerman has been recast as Justice Smith, who is half black and half white but is not Jewish. His sister is Samantha Logan who is half Trinidadian and half white and Pauline Singer, who is full Fijian.

Antonia Gentry is cast as a Weston. She is Jamaican, her listed twin is half white and half African-American. The newest acceptance for a Weston is for an African American fc. 

Lili Reinhart is on the masterlist, but she’s problematic. She’s defended the abusive behavior of her cast mate, Cole Sprouse, who was very publicly accused of sexual assault and abuse. She’s also been accused of blackface annnnnnnd she’s used queer baiting to get people to watch the show. (She teased a girl on girl relationship publicly, telling people to watch the show because they might finally get to see something between Betty and Veronica, knowing that the fans wanted it, but then when she was asked about it in a later interview she scoffed and acted like it was absolutely impossible and would never happen, some would say she even sounded offended by the thought-- which is what everyone got mad at Melissa Benoist for doing with Supergirl.)

David Corenswet is Jewish, cast with Emily Browning as a sister, who is not.

I applaud the Brazilian change for Lauren Zizes, but Ashley Fink was a welcome representation of plus size actresses and the new fc is less than half her size. She’s still plus size technically, but she’s “model plus size,” which is not at all the same as Lauren’s body type. I ran this by someone that this change would affect and they were not pleased. They were the one that pointed this out to me, because it bothered them as a plus size person to see one of the few plus size characters recasted with a skinnier fc. 

Dove Cameron is also on the masterlist, but she’s on a bunch of people’s banned lists. She replied to a fan that said they wanted her to notice them that they were stupid and had no life if that was one of their goals. She’s been rude to cast and crew on set. Dove has also been accused of throwing a fit and making the writers change the Descendants script to take the relationship that was written out for a black actress. She’s being accused of yellow fishing, which I believe is the term for trying to look Asian. She wore a Native American headdress in a cultural appropriation type of way. She’s been accused of being fatphobic and hiding behind photoshop on her social media while saying she doesn’t photoshop, so she’s giving off a false sense of reality to her fans. She’s been talking badly about someone that is trying to get their sexual assault story out there. The latest thing that’s come out about her is a rant about how mental health isn’t real and that people just need to logic their way out of depression? Which would be coming from a seat of high privilege. She wrote a series of tweets on the topic, calling negative mental health and the feelings they cause “a choice.” There’s a whole hashtag on Tumblr for her. 

I’m not at all surprised to see that all of the diverse characters are open. No Artie, no Unique- who could definitely be recast as an actual trans woman, now that we’re living in the age of recasting for reasons of problematic natures- if we can have a new Puck, new Finn, new Rachel, and new Santana why not an appropriate Unique? She is literally the only canon trans woman, why not treat her with respect? They recasted Cooper to better fit the proper ethnicity, so... 

[alpineglowx]

I'll Do The Same {Din Djarin x OC} Chapter Nine: Armor

pairing: din djarin x female oc

warnings: none

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Thell was restless.

The ride to Pasaana would be long, so she had stuck to camping out in the cockpit with the Mandalorian while Grogu was sleeping down below. The time was silent, and the lull of the Razor Crest threatened to put her to sleep. But her mind was racing, as fast as the streaks of stars that flew by the ship. In all but a day, she had found out who her father had been, his name, and where the remaining pieces of his armor could be.

Her mother had rarely spoken of him, and when she had, it was with contempt. Bo had talked of her father with such high esteem, so what had occurred that had caused such a divide between her parents? Unless Bolie, her father’s friend, knew anything, she doubted she would ever come to know the answer.

But with the discovery only came more questions. Why hadn’t he ever come and tried to visit her? Did he never hear the news of her mother’s death? Had he even known where she was?

But she couldn’t help but admire him, Theldar Avan, for his bravery and sacrifice. He had agreed to fight with his Clan and join the others in a fight that desperately needed them. He had been friends with Bo and sacrificed himself saving friends. He had died when she was in her early twenties, in a world that still needed warriors fighting for the light. The Empire, the Emperor had all been crushed five years previous, and her father had never lived to see it. Regardless, as she held the necklace that represented her father’s Clan, her Clan, she couldn’t help but feel love expound for him.

Her fingers were just skimming over the metal when Mando’s voice caught her attention.

“You okay?”

Head raised, Thell realized the Mandalorian had turned, looking at her directly from his seat. Her throat felt dry.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Is something wrong?”

“You’re quieter than usual.”

“Oh,” Thell murmured. “... Really?”

The Mandalorian tilted his helmet down. “You haven’t said a word in hours.”

Thell blinked and replied, “I’m just thinking, I guess. How much longer until we get to Pasaana?”

“Two hours,” he answered. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Thell opened her mouth to respond, knowing what she had been thinking of, but finding it difficult to put directly into words.

“I’m... I’m just shaken by what Bo told me,” Thell began, rolling the necklace between her fingers. “I’ve lived most of my life knowing nothing about my father, and all of a sudden, there's just someone out there that knew him, that fought with him.”

“Do you believe her?”

Thell nodded. “I do. I just... It’s crazy how two months ago I knew nothing about him. And then I met you and the kid and so much has changed since before. I thought I would just hitch a ride for a while, make myself some money so I could go live on Naboo or somewhere nice. I didn’t realize I was on a roadtrip to find myself and uncover the mysteries of my family.”

The Mandalorian was quiet, gazing back at her with the mask gleaming in starlight, and the only sounds were the small beeps coming from the control panel. Thell shrank back, putting her necklace down.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “That was probably more than you asked for.”

“I don’t mind. Doesn’t seem like there’s much else to do.”

As he leaned back in his own seat, Thell wanted to talk to him more, ask what he had meant when he said he couldn’t save his parents. But knowing how quiet and private he generally was, and wanting to respect his boundaries, she slouched back in her seat and closed her eyes.

. . . .

“They say he’s not far from here, in a shack off the cliffs.”

“Really?”

Mando put the Razor Crest back in the air, and Thell watched the small village below them fade away. Pasaana was definitely her least favorite planet they had come to so far. With only sand and cliffs for miles and miles, the landscape was less than appealing. As they flew to Bolie’s place, she could only pinpoint small villages and farms beyond the clouds the Razor Crest skimmed.

It wasn’t long before the Razor Crest landed again, shaking under her feet. Thell went to unbuckle before the Mandalorian was standing over her, putting his hand out.

“Wait on the ship with the kid. I’m going to scope it out before we both get down there.”

Thell was anxious to get outside and meet Bolie, but after standing on the side ramp and looking at his ramshackle house, she decided against it.

Grogu was at her feet, watching the Mandalorian step down with his rifle in hand.

“Mando!” Thell called before he had gone too far.

He turned, the sun reflecting off the Beskar in a way that made Thell’s heart jump. Again, she wondered who was hiding under that mask.

“... Be careful.”

If she had seen his face, maybe he would have smiled. “Always am.”

From their distance at the ship, she watched him scour the area, stopping completely at the door and knocking. From here, Thell could see it crack, see an older man open up the door suddenly to the Mandalorian. He seemed surprised at first; Thell could see his arms waving at his side, and to her surprise, ushering Mando inside. The last glimpse she got of him was the flash of his jetpack against the sun.

Thell waited, cross legged at the helm of the side ramp, Grogu sitting in her lap. Pasaana was quiet around them, a slight breeze whistling past her ears, but Thell couldn’t shake her uneasy feeling. It had started as soon as they had landed on the planet, the vastness of the desert and its unassuming safety. Grogu seemed to sense it too, even more so when Mando disappeared inside the house. He was whining in her lap, cocking his head to look up at her.

“What?” Thell asked, tilting her head to look back at him. His dark eyes flickered over her face, but she could tell he was nervous.

“I know. I’m nervous, too,” she said, rubbing his head. “There’s something off about this place... but I’m sure he’ll be fine. Your dad knows how to protect himself. He’ll be okay, you’ll see.”

And suddenly it wasn’t fine, because the house in front of her eyes bursted into flames, splinters flying into the sky as the house completely exploded. The shock wave hit them immediately, throwing Thell onto her back and Grogu halfway across the cargo hold. Pain laced up her spine and skull as she collided with a supply crate, but quickly recovered, too worried to care about her injuries.

“Grogu!” She called in a panic. The fear was starting to invade, and her mind went to the worst of places.

Mando, her friend, had been in that house. She had seen him walk inside in broad daylight. Her only security, the only person that seemed to mildly care about her besides the kid. And she had never talked to him like she wanted to.

Another blast resounded over her shoulder, and Thell pushed herself to her feet, stumbling for a hold against the wall. The house had been blown to bits, charred walls standing lopsided and flames dusting the sand. She couldn’t see the Mandalorian as she scanned the surroundings, not even past the sand dunes and cliffs that surrounded them.

Grogu cried somewhere near her, and Thell panicked, running to his side when she saw him curled against the hull.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she whispered, holding him tight as she dashed to the sleeping chambers, making sure he wasn’t hurt before closing him inside despite his cries. If she could keep someone safe, it would be the kid. She pushed back tears as she grabbed her blaster from her bag of supplies, limping to the lip of the drop ramp.

From here, she could see the cause of the destruction: bandits. Humanoid looking creatures with tentacles on their faces and clothes that drape down to their feet. There was a single sand skimmer circling the perimeter of the house, with half a dozen of the creatures emptying from the cruiser to the ground. Even from the ship, Thell could hear them yelling in a foreign language, bartering amongst themselves as they began to scan the wreckage.

Thell’s hand hovered over the button to close the gate, but it stilled. From the back of the wreckage, his Beskar armor shining in the sunlight like it always did, the Mandalorian circled around a burning wall. Thell felt her legs wobbling, begging to give out on her. She hadn't realized just how much she had come to care for him, how terrified she had become when she thought he was dead. He wasn’t just her safe harbor, the one that was protecting her from a life on the streets or servitude. Over the past two months, spending everyday with him and the kid, he had become her friend. Maybe he didn’t see it that way, and maybe he never would. But regardless, she saw him that way, and cared about him, maybe more than she wanted to admit. If she liked him like Cara Dune said she did, she couldn’t believe someone like him, with his priorities and life so far ahead of her’s, to ever stop and wonder if maybe he liked her, too.

The looters were in a frenzy, roaring and pointing their weapons straight at the Mandalorian. But he was quick, his blaster appearing at his side and unloading a round in their direction. Thell could only watch in awe as they fell one by one, screaming at the death of their colleagues. The sand skimmer, piloted by two of the looters, swerved the other direction, pointing their guns directly at the Mandalorian. With a simple thrust of the jetpack, it launched him upwards, creating a billow of dust and sand in its wake. The bandits were slow, merely firing upon the wreckage and missing the Mandalorian as he landed on the skimmer itself.

One bandit turned around, only able to catch a glimpse of his armor before the Mandalorian had shot him through, leaving a smoking hole in the sternum of the bandit. He collapsed at his feet before Mando had swiveled around him, uppercutting the second bandit and using the leverage to flip him onto his back. As soon as he had collapsed, the Mandalorian wasted no time in shooting him, too.

With the two looters on the skimmer dead, Mando turned his attention to the remaining one on the ground, who only pleaded for mercy and sank to his knees right before he tore a hole through his head.

Thell had never really seen the Mandalorian in action, not truly, and it shook her to her core. Her fingers were clutching the side of the cargo hold so tight her knuckles had turned white.

Mando was quiet, glancing around the debris and bodies for any outliers. It was only after a long moment of silence and waiting that he started back towards her. She had just started to step down, nearly running to him, when she spotted movement in the corner of her eye.

Two looters had been hiding behind a sand dune, and had just thrown themselves over it to attack the Mandalorian. One fired two shots at him, nicking his shoulders and catching him off guard. Mando stumbled, catching himself on his hands and knees as his blaster flew from his hands.

Thell couldn’t think; she didn’t have time to. Because Mando was distracted, momentarily stunned by the shots, and the attackers were gaining ground fast.

Taking the blaster from her side, the one he had trained her with, Thell raised it at even length with her shoulder, pointing directly at the looters. Mando must have noticed then, because his attention was on her before Thell had already fired, hitting the first looter directly in the chest. He made a low groaning sound before pausing and stumbling back, falling in a heap of dust and sand that billowed around him like a cloud.

The second was still charging towards the Mandalorian, who had flipped over on his back and was trying to get something on his vambrace to work. But Thell stepped down the ramp, ignoring the pain in her back, the one that felt like she had torn muscles. And she fired again, just scraping the looter’s leg, before firing a second time and hitting home. He landed heavily just feet from the Mandalorian, blood starting to look from the skim on his leg, staining the sand a dark purplish color.

When Thell finally lowered the blaster, she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. But she diverted her attention back to the Mandalorian, who had finally stumbled to his feet.

She could just spot him a few yards from the drop ramp, limping and leaning heavily to one side.

“Oh, Kriff,” Thell cursed, overwhelmed with seeing him alive. “Kriff!”

If her back hadn’t hurt so bad, she would have sprinted to go and see him. But instead she rose shakily, pressing her hand against her leg to help herself and leaving her blaster in the dust off the side of the ramp. Thell limped down, her whole body on fire, trembling with the relief that he was actually okay. Seeing him in the flesh, even stumbling in the dust and the mask still covering his face, made her heart leap.

“Mando!” Thell shouted, stumbling over to him once she had descended the ramp, with one hand on her leg before colliding with him full on. The Mandalorian grunted, surprised by both the impact and the fact that Thell was hugging him. She needed to see him, touch him, after seeing the house explode and being shot at by looters.

He was like a statue against her, breathing heavily but arms raised awkwardly, like he had never hugged anyone in his life. Thell could feel herself crying, but buried her sobs into the soft material around his neck and shoulders. That part wasn’t covered by Beskar, and Thell swore she could hear the pounding of his heart under the armor.

When he finally moved, it wasn’t to pull away like Thell thought he would. She felt him sag against her, the exhaustion from fighting finally showing itself. His adrenaline had worn out for the time being, and she could feel him falling against her. She could even feel the lip of the Beskar helmet dig into her shoulder, like he was holding on for dear life. Thell was surprised by his actions, his hesitancy to even respond turning into full-on dependence at her stance.

As if on cue, he stumbled forward, his knee knocking into her’s. Thell pushed back, placing one hand against his shoulder pauldron to stabilize him. He tried to say something, murmuring an apology in her ear.

“It’s okay,” Thell said softly, hearing her own voice break. “I’ve got you.”

Her adrenaline seemed to be fading too, and the pain in her back had returned at full strength, amplified by the way she was standing to support Mando.

“Come on,” she urged, starting to pull away. “Let’s get back to the ship.”

With one arm sling under his, she limped back to the Razor Crest with the Mandalorian, stumbling around the cargo hold as she closed the drop ramp and retrieved Grogu from the sleeping chamber. At first glance at his father figure, he made a low, whining sound, and reached out to grab him. Grogu followed them up into the cockpit, standing particularly close to the Mandalorian before Thell strapped him in his own seat, despite his worried cries.

Even if the looters were dead, Thell wasn’t taking any chances staying here any longer, despite if she never saw her father’s armor. She had seen the Mandalorian take off before, seen the hundreds of times he had turned certain switches or dialed certain buttons. So she dropped him against her usual seat, taking her own place in the pilot’s chair.

“What are you doing?” He breathed behind her, his voice raspy and dry under the helmet.

Without turning, and letting her fingers brush over the controls, she said, “you’re in no condition to fly. I’ve seen you do it a hundred times over, I know what I’m doing.”

Thell heard him shift behind her, like he was going to stand, so she turned in the chair to glare back at him.

“Mando. I’ve got this.”

He didn’t respond, sitting back softly, and Thell kept working until the Razor Crest was purring with life.

“Dank Farrik!” She whispered under her breath, smiling from ear to ear and throwing a glance at the Mandalorian. “See? I’m not so useless.”

He didn’t respond, but what worried Thell was the way he was drooping in his seat. She quickly got the ship into the air, flying past clouds until she finally reached the stars, punching it into hyperspace.

She swiveled in the seat, setting her hand on his shoulder.

“Are you hurt?”

He readjusted in the seat, pushing himself up. “I... I got caught in the blast. I should be okay.”

“I thought you died in that explosion... it didn’t look like there was anything left.”

“I saw the bandits on my radar before they even shot at the house. Got out the back door.”

Thell knitted her brows. “Nothing’s broken? Does anything hurt?”

But he shook his head lightly. “Nothing worse than I’ve had before.”

But Thell stuck out her lip. “But you’re okay? I don’t just want you pushing this off because you think I can’t handle it.”

She hadn’t meant to be so forward with him, but seeing him in this condition, after believing he was dead, she couldn’t help it. He even seemed surprised by her tenacity, drawing back against the seat.

“I’m fine. The Beskar saved me most of the trouble.”

Thell squinted at him for a moment before standing upright. “Okay. If you say so... but you let me know the minute you feel anything weird.”

She moved back to the pilot’s seat, closing her eyes and slouching against the worn material. The next few hours were spent in silence, and Thell found herself falling asleep in the pilot's seat. The pain in her back subsided, thanks to the pills Mando so graciously gave her. Grogu seemed to be asleep behind her, and Mando had fallen quiet. And in the ruckus of everything that had happened, she let sleep overwhelm her.

. . . .

“Thell.”

She woke with a start, hair flying over her eyes. She found herself pushing back up against the seat as the Mandalorian gazed down at her.

“W-What’s wrong?” She asked, slightly panicked. “Where’s Grogu? Are you okay?”

He laughed, actually laughed, and it made Thell’s heart swell. It was small, barely a chuckle, but something about it made him seem so much more human.

“No, everything’s fine. The kid’s sleeping below. I wanted to wake you to tell you to sleep down there, too. It’s more comfortable.”

Thell slowly rose from the seat, making her way down to the cargo hold where Mando followed her. Like he had said, Grogu was sleeping in his hammock, curled in a blanket. Thell gazed at him longingly, bending forward to get a closer look as the kid slept.

“I never thanked you for earlier.”

Thell turned slowly, facing the Mandalorian, whose attention was already fixed on her.

“Oh...” Thell said, still half asleep, feeling it in her legs.

“I would have died if you hadn’t shot them... thank you for saving my life.” He walked forward, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “I know it was a choice you never wanted to make.”

“Oh,” Thell breathed, swallowing hard. She could still see the bandits she had shot in her mind, the two that would have killed Mando had she not gotten there first.

“Well... I did what I had to. I would’ve done it a hundred times over. But you’re welcome, Mando.”

“Din.”

Thell’s brow cocked. “Huh?”

He paused. “Din. Din Djarin... That’s my name.”

Thell felt as if her eyes might pop from her head.

“W-What? For real?” She gasped, suddenly more awake than she had ever been.

He laughed again, quieter this time.

“Yes. You can call me by it when it’s just us, or the kid. But never when we’re with others.”

She could feel tears pricking at her eyes. Saving him had already been enough for today, and now he was giving her this precious gift of knowing his name. It didn’t help the feelings that were already starting in her heart, and the kind way he had told her.

“Well...” Thell began, lifting her hand. “It’s a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance, Din Djarin.”

The name felt strange to say after knowing him for so long already, but it also felt right. Perfectly right.

He was more than just an acquaintance, or a friend. No, he was growing into something deeper, and Thell feared what it meant. She kept having to remind herself that her agreement with him was not permanent, that she would leave once they found a safe place for the kid.

But she couldn’t help the joy she was feeling, and reveled in it. She deserved that, at least.

He shook her hand, and Thell let the smile grow wide on her face.

“It suits you... thank you for telling me.”

Din dipped his head gingerly, and started to step away. “I’ll let you get to sleep.”

Thell nodded, giving him another soft smile before climbing into the bed under Grogu. She had just pulled the blanket up when the Mandalorian stepped back in front of her, nearly scaring her half to death.

She threw a hand over her chest and breathed, “Kriff, don’t scare me like that.”

“I... I have something for you,” he said softly.

She leaned back against the sleeping chamber as he reached into the satchel at his side, stepping forward and placing two battered pieces of metal in her hands. They were two vambraces, black, gold, and green in color. The colors were worn, the metal dented in several different places, but with a little care, they could become beautiful.

“They’re your dad’s,” Din said as he passed them to her, graciously accepting them with trembling hands. “I talked with Bolie a bit before... you know. It was the only thing he had left of your father’s. He talked of him as a great warrior.”

Thell watched a tear splatter on the metal, running her fingers over the worn armor. This armor had seen great battles, and war, and her father had worn it. When she got the chance, she would wear it too, just to honor him.

“I’m sorry there wasn’t more,” she heard Din say softly.

Thell wanted to look at him, marvel at his sudden change in attitude after he had nearly been killed. Instead, Thell closed her eyes, holding the vambraces to her chest.

“Mando?”

“Din.”

Thell laughed, shaking her head and wiping away a stray tear as she made eye contact with him again. “Right. Din. Thank you.”

He looked at her for a long moment through that mask, like he was going to say something, or do something else. But when he didn’t, Thell chewed on her lip and shifted awkwardly.

“I’m going to sleep now,” she whispered.

Din dipped his helmet once. “Get some rest. I’ll be up above.”

Thell could only let out a trembling breath, and hold the remains of her father’s armor close to her as she climbed into bed below Grogu. The blankets smelled like Din, like long nights and musk and steel.

And she could finally put a name to it.

Sometime in the middle of the night, when the Razor Crest was dark and she was half asleep, she could hear mumbling above her. Din was talking softly to Grogu, bent halfway into the sleeping chamber as he looked at him from the hammock.

“I’m alright, kid,” he whispered, to which Grogu murmured softly. “Shh, you don’t want to wake Thell.”

Thell smiled halfway from under the blanket, trying to contain the laughter she wanted to release.

“She’s taking good care of you, kid. And I think you like her, too.”

Grogu babbled lightly, and Thell heard Din sigh heavily.

“I don’t know where we go from here. I guess we’ll just figure it out... now get back to sleep. Goodnight, kid.”

Thell was glad she was so relaxed, because she felt a soft, gloved hand on her hairline for just a moment, brushing back a wisp of her hair. And Din’s voice was soft, like he wasn’t even wearing the helmet.

“Goodnight, kar’ta.”

[feysandfeels]

Hey have you talked about your fan casts for acotar yet? Super curious what you thoughts are if you’re open to sharing with us :)

Honestly when am I not in the mood to talk about Sarah’s work??

You’ve come to the right place. 

Actually I answered a similar question a few ago, but by the life of me I can’t find it and I’m on my phone so, I’ll indulge myself and answer it again. 

A little disclaimer, I know my Rhys casting is whitewashing on my part, but when the character first appeared and we did not get a description beyond “He’s the most beautiful person I had ever seen”, my mind was like oh right and jumped to my eternal crush. 

That being said, shall we begin?

Rhys: Matthew Daddario. He’s fucking handsome and if you watch his interviews he has such Rhys mannerisms that it is imposible for me not to see him as Rhys.

Feyre: I cannot see anyone but myself as Feyre, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again I would be a Feyre that would make this fandom proud. I have the acting skills (trained actress here), we are very similar in our personality and you could argue looks... I could wear contacts for the blue/grey eyes (not for nothing a lot of friends who know me and adore the books see me as Feyre without me mentioning it before... you can ask @cassianandfenrysaremyboyos #LoveYouLisa) and when I was younger I did a bit of archery so yeah... endorse me as Feyre you will not regret it.

Mor: My Mor has always been Gigi Hadid. I have not seen her act, but I do think she can pull it off just give her some time to understand the character and a few acting classes. As a half Palestinian I think it would fit Mor’s description pretty well

Azriel: You beautiful in need of therapy bat boy. Avan Jogia has always been my Az, but recently Tamino has been looking very Az.

Cassian: I think David Castañeda in The Umbrella Academy season 2 was giving such Cassian vibes. 

Amren: Zeline Prabowo. I don’t know if she can act but truly no one looks as Amren as she does.

Nesta: Last time a lovely anon suggested Ivana Baquero.. to cast someone who resembles Latin people since I am latina. But if not I think Adeline Kane would be a mighty Nesta or even Selena gomez.

Elain: Sophia Carson, again latin.

Tamlin: Garret Hedlund. 100% Always Garret Hedlund. 

Supporting:

Ianthe: Saoirse Ronan.

Gwyn: Abigail Cowen ??? I think that’s her name... the girl who played Bloom in Winx (such a disaster)

Emerie: I see Julia Jones. 

Viviane: Anya Taylor-Joy

Kallias: V from BTS

Amarantha: Natalie Dormer or Jessica Chastain

Tarquin: Regé-Jean Page aka the only good thing to come out of Br*dgerton

Cressida: Tessa Thompson

Varian: Michael B Jordan

Hybern: Eric Bana. 

I think these are all I have like set. No Lucien because like... dude’s too perfect to be part of this world... Sam Outlander feels too buff and too white for him. Sam Claflin perhaps but again too white. I don’t know. 

How I loved this ask! Do ask me for the ToG hahaha I also have fancast for that one too (and I also casted myself there 🤟🏼 lol)

Besoooos, Luisa.

[dcpravities]

was that avan jogia? oh no no, that was just sirius black, a canon character from harry potter. they are twenty one years old and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

THE PROLOGUE — 

- sirius is the eldest son of walburga and orion, and considered to be the heir to the noble and most ancient house of black. the family prided themselves on the pureness of their bloodline, attributing their success to it - and for that reason, held very strong opinions of blood purity. during his youth, he was extremely close to regulus, and although they were only a year apart in age, sirius took his role as the older brother very seriously, doing everything that he could to protect him. as he started into adolescence, the disillusionment with the pureblood mania had started to set in. early on, however, his family arranged his betrothal to another pureblood member of the sacred twenty eight - cassandra fawley.  - when he went to hogwarts, he did hold some prejudices about muggleborns or halfbloods, though it was because it was all he’d ever known. his sorting into gryffindor and his meeting of james, remus and peter was the start of his unlearning of these beliefs, as well as the growth of his rebellious nature. his parents were already disappointed in him for being sorted into gryffindor, but his new opinions would start to wear on them more. walburga was never shy about using different forms of punishments, but now she used any opportunity she had to inflict things like the cruciatus or the verbal tirade about him being a failure and an embarrassment. the hope was that they’d be able to break him out of whatever this rebellious phase was, and he’d come back into the understanding of what his responsibility in the family was - to ultimately take his place as a member of the death eaters. but by then, it was too late, and sirius knew he’d never be the son that they wanted. - during his years in hogwarts, his friendship with the marauders grew into something like a brotherhood. when they learned that remus was a werewolf, the immediate instinct was to figure out what they could do to help him, and so the idea of becoming an illegal animagus was created from that. it is a secret that they have held onto for years and years, knowing that any mention of being an animagus would open the door for more questions that weren’t his to answer about why he was. he also grew close with lily, mary and dorcas - and especially so with marlene. though neither of them would ever admit it, there was never a real moment in which they were solely just friends, but it was easier to just keep claiming that. in his later teenage years, things at home had started to become more and more strained at home. it wasn’t about trying to correct or inform his opinions, but rather just showing sirius how much they despised him. his mother had taken to different levels of making her opinions known, his relationship with regulus was slowly starting to deteriorate, and in a few moments of rage, his father would strike him. unable to withstand it anymore - and knowing that there was a chance that he would not survive if he stayed any longer, sirius ran away from his home and moved in with james. leaving home was the final blow in his relationship with regulus, and the two had a falling out that would not be resolved. following graduation from hogwarts, he joined the order of the phoenix and became an auror, hoping to right the wrongs that his family had took part in creating.  - when it was learned that james and lily were marked for death, he wanted to be their secret keeper, wanting to protect james' family in the way that the other had protected him. as his friends around him started to die and go missing, sirius knew that the main thing he needed to focus on was keeping the potters alive - and perhaps that was why he was more willing to let peter take on the role of secret keeper. as soon as sirius learned of the deaths, though, he knew exactly what had happened - but he played into peter’s hands and was in the wrong place at the wrong time, ending up with all of the blame for not only the murders of twelve innocent muggles, but three of his closest friends. his reputation was smeared, boasted as a spy for the death eaters, no different than the rest of his family had been. and with no trial or no one to proclaim his innocent, he was sentenced to a life in azkaban. twelve years of being in solitary confinement with only dementors around him would slowly start to rob sirius of his sanity, losing his grip on reality and falling further and further into this sense of hopelessness and misery that seemed to be holding onto him. the only thing that would push him to keep holding on was the knowledge that harry was out there, and so he made it his mission to escape.

SINCE ARRIVING IN DC —

- sirius arrived in dc in october of 2019, quickly being reunited with people that he’d lost. his reunion with regulus was rough, but seeing james and lily and marlene once again was everything that he’d been hoping for. he got a job as a secret service agent, working within the president’s family and specifically acting as the designated agent for kirei monsula. he and marlene quickly feel back into their old habits and claiming that they were still only just friends despite sirius knowing that he’d been in love with her as far back as he could remember.  - during the jumanji event, sirius was trapped in the nightmare level, his own personal horror being actual dementors. and while he proclaimed that he was more concerned with helping those around him and making sure that they were able to make it out of there alive, it was truly because of the fact that he could not bring himself to face dementors once again, too much of a reminder of what had transpired in azkaban and how it still haunted him. in the end, as he was unable to escape, he did eventually succumb to his fear of the dementors, too many pieces pulled from him until he couldn’t fight off the dementor’s kiss any longer. - he woke up with no recollection of his past or the connections that he held, instead believing himself to be a death eater who was tasked with locating other members in the states and moving to infiltrate the united states government with their ideals. he was insufferable and rude and exactly the sort of son that his parents would have loved. it was only after he cast a cruciatus on ezra bridger during a fight that he came back to his senses and recognized what had happened. he has not shared any information about the fact that he died, allowing people to believe instead that he was put under some sort of imperius curse. it seems much easier than going into the whole story, letting them know that he is still traumatize by the memories of the dementors and was not strong enough to withstand them.  - following the regaining of his memories, he had one thing on his mind, and that was to make things right with marlene so that they didn’t make the same mistake twice. during his trip to her apartment to tell her how he felt, he impulsively proposed to her and they ended up quietly eloping a few days later. none of their friends knew, though they have every intention of eventually telling them. 

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The Lone Paradise Ranch Long have the residents of Arkney County known of the good times to be had at the Lone Paradise Ranch, where the liquor never stops flowing, nor does the parade of beautiful women. Founded nearly 20 years ago by Rafael Soler as a way to fatten his checkbook after seeing an opportunity to add a source of entertainment to the county, the Lone Paradise Ranch quickly built a name for itself among the who’s who of Arkney County and beyond, thanks in no small part to the annual Arkney Derby, an event that rivals the Kentucky Derby in scale.

While the Lone Paradise is largely known as a place to gamble away your fortune on the horse races, inside is where the real horseplay transpires. Managed by those who have fallen into Soler’s grasp, a prostitution ring is run out of the ranch—one driven by sweet words promising opportunity and the fear of what happens if you dare not believe them. Though all who fall into the spider’s web have their own cause for being there, whether it be drugs, loans with unscrupulous interest rates, or the chance at a better future, the more they struggle, the more tangled they become. Leaving seems the most obvious answer, but doing so is a nigh unattainable feat, as the Lone Paradise demands a hefty price for freedom.

The Lone Paradise promises to make your most intimate dreams come true, but who dares pay the price?

This ad is for some of the members of the local prostitution ring. The faces and some of the ages are flexible. This ad is open to original characters as well! (For all levels.)

Feel free to hit one of us up on discord at either contramundum#7735 hobie#4947 or mady#5462 if you have any questions! Full descriptions of the members of the Lone Paradise Ranch after the break~

Owner & Operator — Rafael ‘Raf’ Soler (53) FC: Benicio Del Toro || Played by Mira Owner and operator of the Lone Paradise Ranch, Rafael Soler has been at the center of Arkney County’s entertainment for nearly twenty-five years. By day, the ranch boasts family-friendly activities, but the real fun happens after the sun has fallen. The adult entertainment offered by the ranch has skyrocketed its appeal and made the Lone Paradise Ranch a name whispered among both the elite and those with more illicit cravings. He’s shown himself as an adept businessman who’s not afraid to sink to the level of his clientele, and recent years have found him more depraved than ever. In a long term business/personal relationship with Entertainment Manager, but Annie March has recently caught his eye.

Personal Assistant — Logan ‘Vick’ Vickers (34) FC: Scott Eastwood || Played by Hobie Rafael Soler’s second-in-command, Logan Vickers serves as an extension of the man’s will. He began working for the ranch after graduating high school when Raf used his wealth to protect Vick’s family’s cattle ranch from foreclosure. He is reckless and wild, a hot-headed cowboy who flies by the seat of his pants. Despite his rowdy streak, Vick oozes southern charm and rarely does he ruffle feathers without meaning to. In his youth, he was a local rodeo star, roping calves and clinging to the backs of bucking broncos. Today, he undertakes the more vicious duties for Raf, more often than not walking away with blood on his hands. He has seen the measure of Raf’s wickedness and embraced it, choosing to walk with the devil, rather than meet his wrath. Despite knowing the depths of Raf’s depravity, he has roped in his two longtime friends, the Horse Handler and the Head of Security, into his disturbing games.

Head of Security (mid 30s) — Reserved for Levi Suggested FC: Russell Tovey, Jai Courtney, Jon Kortajarena A transplant from the west coast, the Head of Security came to Arney County after his wealthy father decided to give up the good life in favor of getting back to his roots. A teenager when he arrived in Kansas, the Head of Security quickly fell in with Logan Vickers’ gang of hoodlums. Like the Horse Handler, the Head of Security was brought into Rafael Soler’s circle by Vick, yet unlike the Horse Handler, the Head of Security has no qualms about the unsavory things that go down at the ranch. Though, perhaps this is why the more abhorrent tasks are left to Vick. Instead, the Head of Security is charged with protecting the girls from overzealous patrons and the occasional disgruntled boyfriend. He and Vick are in an erratic off-the-books affair that neither man acknowledges.

Horse Handler (mid 30s) — Open Suggested FC: John Boyega, Michael B. Jordan, Dudley O'Shaughnessy Kansas born and bred, Lone Paradise’s resident Horse Handler has spent his lifetime in the flat grasslands of the Midwest. The son of a pair of horse breeders, the Horse Handler knows his way around those beautiful creatures. Like Logan Vickers, he participated in the local rodeos in his youth, solidifying their friendship—one that has lasted to this day, despite Vick’s unconscious attempts to derail it. An old soul with a bleeding heart, the Horse Handler is a misfit among the Paradise Ranch staff. He stands against everything that Rafael Soler believes, but found himself roped into the madness by Vick nearly a decade ago. Now he cares for the horses that the ranch keeps for races and fixes the odds in the house’s favor when Raf deems it necessary. A bit of a white knight, he’s been known to engage in relationships with the entertainment, believing he can save them from a life of servitude.

Legal Advisor (33-36) — Open Suggested FC: David Castañeda The legal advisor is Raf’s son, returning from a lackluster stint on the East Coast, but also the most presentable face of the operation, there in places where his father, Rafael Soler’s accent or aggressive bearing might be less welcome. Whether in dealings with local police, lawsuits, or other official functions, the legal advisor knows where all the bodies — perhaps literally — are buried, and is more than happy to grace the situation with a placid all-American smile. His exact feelings toward the ranch and/or his father are murky at best, and buried under carefully considered words; however, his eye has really been drawn to his father’s latest favorite, Annie March, much to his dismay.

Entertainment Manager (40s) — Open Suggested FC: Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, Thandie Newton One of Raf’s long time favorite performers, the Entertainment Manager has done her fair share of favors to get to where she is today. Beginning as just one of the girls, the Entertainment Manager exercised her feminine wiles to charm Raf and win his favor. At one time, she might have thought he’d marry her, but she’s long since learned of her disillusion. A few years ago, Raf retired her from the floor and now she manages the talent with a firm, but fair, hand, taking it upon herself to protect the ones who do good work. She spits fire and fights for what she wants, but she knows to bite her tongue when it comes to Raf. Vick, however, is a different story. She knows they stand on equal footing and is more than willing to throw her weight around when necessary. She has been involved in a long term relationship with Rafael Soler that spans both the personal and professional, though his attention towards her has waned since Annie March caught his lustful gaze.

Escort One — Annie March (24) FC: Josephin Skriver || played by Mady/ She’ll convince anyone who asks that she’s doing just fine, but Annie is always a step away from disaster. After attempting to steal cash and a car from Raf, Annie has been working for him to pay off the debt. But that hasn’t stopped her from borrowing more and more money from him to fund her drug habit. Annie has her share of secrets, including that she’s trying to get a little freedom after being under Morphos’ watch for most of her childhood and can make people do just about whatever she wants them to. At the end of the day, Annie is a survivor and she’ll play whatever game she needs to in order to get by.

Escort Two (20s) — Open Suggested FC: Zendaya Too smart for her own good, Escort has her own operations going on behind Raf’s back. She has private clients she sees on the side and is carefully stealing from Raf in order to fund her escape from the ranch and Arkney. She might come off as the cold type but she has a soft spot for Jockey, even though she knows this is the last place to start caring about people. Particularly close to the Entertainment Manager and almost feels bad for lying to her face but doesn’t fully trust anyone here. Doesn’t realize how dangerous her moves are getting and that the Legal Advisor is starting to catch on.

Escort Three (early 20s) — Reserved for Sam Suggested FC: Karmay Ngai A girl from a nearby town nobody bothers to remember, she is the youngest and newest addition to Raf’s coterie. Seeing the success of former girls like the Entertainment Manager, she has an idea that the ranch is her way out. It should go without saying that not all is as it seems. From the icy indifference of the Entertainment Manager to the questionable warnings and/or advances from the Horse Handler, nothing is given and she learns she must find her footing within the complex politics of the ranch. But how long will it take for the glamor of the ranch and its clientele to wear off? Only time will tell.

Jockey (20s) — Open Suggested FC: Regé-Jean Page, Reece King, Avan Jogia First spotted by Raf at the derby, something about his headstrong, self-assured nature found him in the man’s good graces. One of the fastest racers, Raf soon after offered him a resident position at the ranch with an income that put a jockey’s to shame. Aside from serving as a conversation piece at the ranch for the guests (he’s a skilled storyteller to boot) and eyeing Escort 3, he also has been unwittingly drawn into some of the ranch’s shadier dealings by Vick and the Horse Handler. He’s beginning to realize that he can’t see the bottom of the pool he’s entered.