#problematic muse questions

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

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Questions for Problematic/Villain muses!

3. What's an inherently problematic view your character holds? ---A/Bel is fundamentally inhuman, so its difficult to answer this as it ultimately doesn't really hold views that humans could hope to understand. Many villains are driven by something easily comprehensible to the human mind; love, power, safety--things everyone of us has felt at least once in our lives. A/Bel, though, is a demonic entity. It doesn't care about any of the things we care about and doesn't have any human motives--it can't. To it, humans are material to be used; meat. Hell--to say A/Bel views humans as a human views something like a cow is even an overstatement; humans are inherently compassionate--we are loving, we feel sympathy when we look into an animal's eyes, even if we've consumed it at a prior time. A/Bel is incapable of this, it doesn't have the necessary function in its mind to have that same level of connection. It can understand why that connection exists, but only in the same way a computer program understands code. It cannot feel it, it can only have the knowledge of it. To A/Bel, humans are like ants being paved over for new sidewalk--our deaths are inconsequential to it and it's sole purpose is to devour, to eat.

That was somewhat long winded, but I think its important to explain that speaking in human terms of morality-- everything A/Bel does is inherently problematic. It manipulated and used its knowledge of the human psyche to exploit a grieving child before securing said child as a food source until death--and even then it will not let go. It dons aesthetics that, at the very end, will fade into nothing too; and those aesthetics only have one purpose--to give its vessel the slowly dwindling hope that a human could ever connect with it. That the weeks, months, years, and entire lifetimes MEANT something to it; right? Otherwise why would it stick around? But it doesn't...and its impossible.

Robin, in himself, is the representation of how in the grand enormity of a compassionless existence--we do not matter to beings that fall outside of our own way of thinking. To any human, Robin's story is deeply traumatizing and horrendous, it naturally incites compassion and the want to protect. To a creature like A/Bel? Robin's vulnerability is the perfect nesting ground to burrow, and a canvas to create even more horror within...and everything about that is wrong.

9. What's a line your muse won't cross under any circumstance? ---Since I already sort of answered this above for A/Bel, I'll instead answer it for its aesthetic, Abel. Despite being a human disguise Abel still intensely lacks the ability to feel remorse or guilt--however he thrives in an environment where he can feed off of the companionship around him. To do this--he needs Robin to be alive, and he will do anything to keep him alive. It's been said multiple times over that when Robin was living Abel and him had a very cordial and pleasant relationship(even if it was fake)--and Abel would never do anything that could put his vessel in danger unless he was sure he could resolve it with little risk. Abel emulated empathy quite well, keeping Robin safe, happy, and Abel would never do anything that could actually bring him close to a point of death.

There was only one time it failed to do this...and that day "Abel" died too.

[aparticularbandit]

Initial response. 

Initial response. 

Nonnie, I want to apologize.  I should not have snapped at you yesterday, and having just woken up and not eaten are not excuses for doing so.  I knew my own mood and knew better than to post more than just that, and yet I did so anyway.  That’s not constructive to good dialogue, and I’m sorry for that.  Honest.

I apologize that my interpretations of Kathryn’s characters - namely Agatha, Eve, and Claire - do not line up with yours, and I’m sorry that my consistent posting of these interpretations are causing you such frustration.

However, I know that there are people - both here and on AO3 - who enjoy those interpretations and the stories that have come from them.  You’ve mentioned that there are multiple writers like me who write interpretations you don’t like and who you believe are stripping the characters of personality traits and who they are.  I disagree that this is meant to jump on a popularity train; I think that these other writers, like myself, have connected with different aspects of these characters and focus more on those - or who want to see how they might shift or adapt or change based on different situations.  What they might look like if they were dark or vampires or in ballet.  Sometimes, when we write characters as trans or bi or pan, despite the common fanon on them, it’s not for popularity’s sake or to rock the boat but because, when we look at those characters, we see that in them.  We see something different.

And that is okay.

Do I like every interpretation of every character I read?  No.  I don’t.  I’ve started some stuff that I really haven’t liked.  Have I looked at casting for roles that I love and questioned the choices?  Yes.  Frequently.  And have I been frustrated when a movie adaptation has done poorly with a story and characters who I very much love?  Also yes.

But that doesn’t mean that those adaptations don’t still have merit, and that doesn’t mean that the people who enjoy them are wrong for enjoying them.  I was in the Hannibal fandom for a while, and there was so much discourse over the characters in the show vs. their characters in the books vs. their characters in the Hopkins movies (with very minimal discussion of the first movie adaptation, if I remember correctly) - and so much discourse over Hannigram vs. every other ship - and so much hate for people who. were just. enjoying something.  Seeing something they liked and being exuberant in liking it.  And then fighting because other people didn’t see things the same way they did.

I’m sorry that the tags for these characters you love are being filled with interpretations you don’t like, but you must understand, Nonnie, that doesn’t mean that they’re wrong.  We are here in fandom to have fun and to enjoy community with one another over these characters and stories that we analyze and continue and twist and shape and mesh, and if it has stopped being fun for you, then I apologize for that.

I don’t plan to stop writing for these characters anytime soon.  I’ve enjoyed writing for Eve and Agatha and Claire, and I’ve enjoyed talking with other people in the community about them - even when our theories don’t agree (and this has happened significantly with Claire just due to the nature of the argument over whether the shitheads are just corrupt, horrible, rich, entitled assholes or not, without even getting into everything else).

I cannot speak for the other writers who are causing you such discomfort, but I do have a specific tag for my writing - bandit fic - which you can block at your leisure.  That should get my fic out of the tags for you.  If you want, I can start tagging my general interpretation posts, too, with something like bandit headcanon so that you won’t have to see those either.  I don’t know how reliable I’ll be with that particular one, but I can try to remember.

If that is not enough, then I would suggest blocking me.  That should not only prevent you from seeing my stuff in the tags, but it should also prevent you from seeing the reblogs of them, which simply blocking my tags won’t do.  I would also suggest perhaps doing this with the other writers whose interpretations you don’t like, because chances are that you aren’t going to get them to stop writing.

And if, somehow, you do convince them to stop writing, I feel really really sorry for the community.  Because one of my favorite things about fanfic and roleplaying and meta and all of it is seeing all of the diverse ways we look at these characters and interpret them.  Even if I don’t like what people say or where they end up.  Because our interpretations are going to be as diverse as we are, and sometimes people come up with a new way of looking at a character or a story that I would never have thought of, and it’s beautiful.

And I’m sorry that you don’t see it that way.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

The Underground (Part 1) | #LeviMonth2024 Angst Two-Shot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.6k ✧ notes ➼ mafia!au, mafia boss!levi x assassin!reader, very brief alcohol mention, loosely based off the longfic i've been attempting to write for a year 😭, gets pretty angsty but will be more comfort in part 2 (✿◡‿◡) ✧ comments ➼ levi month entry for august 24! posting part 2 on 08/28 with the secret relationship prompt ☺️ ✧ join my levi month taglist here!

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The Underground was a dangerous place. There were enemies around every corner and any allies formed were only temporary. Anyone that thought otherwise generally did not survive for very long.

You were hired to kill a major ally of the mafia at a Gala in which multiple underground organizations would be attending. The target itself wasn't anyone too special and the sheer number of casual guests made it so that the mission itself wouldn't have been too hard to accomplish, other than one factor: the fact that Levi Ackerman was the mafia boss.

Even that wouldn't have been as problematic if you hadn't been sleeping with him. You convinced yourself that it was nothing other than a mutually beneficial relationship sexually, but the realistic part of you knew that wasn't the case.

Still, Levi wasn't your priority tonight. You just had to kill your target. That was all that mattered. You just had to gamble on the luck that Levi wouldn't catch sight of you beforehand.

You stalked closer to your target, with a slow-acting poison hidden under your sleeve. All you had to do was get close to your target, spike his drink, and then leave.

Levi saw you almost immediately. It had nothing to do with how well you were blending in. He just knew you well enough to be able to tell that it was you based on your stature and the way you moved around the room.

For the first time since getting involved with you, Levi's emotions started to overwhelm him and cloud his ability to make rational decisions. He had always been able to keep any potential personal matters at an arm's length, but his growing affection for you continuously blurred those boundaries.

You tensed as you noticed that Levi had begun weaving through the crowd to get to you. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to lose him with how close he already was, you made your way over to the bar to grab a glass of champagne in an attempt to seem nonchalant.

"Of all the places I'd expect to run into you," he muttered softly, his footsteps gentle as he stepped up behind you, leaning against one of the bar stools with his hands in his pockets. "This was not one of them."

"...what are you doing here, Levi?" you asked as you elegantly sipped on the champagne, appearing unfazed by his presence.

Levi tilted his head slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips, which was almost imperceptible beneath his stoic exterior.

"Well, aren't we formal tonight?" he mused. "I could ask you the same question—but I have my suspicions as to what your true purpose is here."

Your eyes darted to the side in his general direction. "...who says I'm not just here for the food and drink?"

"Food and drink, huh?" he said, his voice laced with skepticism as his eyebrows furrowed together into a frown. "That's it? You're not even trying to convince me."

"I have nothing to convince you of. You're the one that's paranoid about me being anything other than just a casual guest tonight."

Levi snorted at your audacity, seeing right through your facade. Your movements, the way you kept checking for exits—they were all signs that he could see through. It was subtle, and barely present, but present enough for him to notice.

He leaned in close to you, whispering directly into your ear.

"Your fucking behavior," he growled. "If you were really here as a 'casual guest', then why were you avoiding me?"

"And avoiding you automatically means I'm working for the enemy?" you questioned in an amused tone. "Newsflash, but maybe I just didn't want to see you."

"Quit lying out of your ass, _____," Levi scolded before suddenly grabbing onto your wrist.

Your instincts were fast, but he was much faster, immediately revealing the poison vial that you had hidden, and snatching it away from you.

"Care to explain yourself?" he asked with a deadpan expression as he dangled the vial in front of you, immediately taking a step back with it and raising an eyebrow up at you once you tried to snatch it back.

"Stay out of it, Levi!"

"Stay out of what?"

You paused in your response, knowing that he had you cornered. You knew that you couldn't talk your way through this, but you couldn't exactly just give up on your mission either.

"Levi..." you eventually spoke quietly, clearly hesitant to answer his question. "If I tell you, they'll send someone after you, even if you are the mafia boss."

"I think I'll manage. Who are you working for?"

Levi already had his suspicions as to who your employer was. There was only one other group in the city that had enough resources to take on a major organization like the mafia.

You were reluctant to talk, but you also knew that there wasn't a way out of this without getting violent. You parted your lips to speak, your voice barely audible once you did.

"...the Interior Police."

Levi remained silent, but the frown on his face grew. The confirmation of your involvement with the IP hit him hard. His lover, the one who made his days brighter and more bearable, was actually there to harm those he considered his family.

You matched his frown once you saw the look of disdain in his eyes.

"You have no right to judge me. The mafia's been wreaking havoc in the city for decades," you explained, although you knew deep down that the IP was still a shady organization despite being officially recognized by the government. "Are you really that surprised that the government has finally sent someone to dismantle you?"

His expression darkened upon hearing your explanation. He understood the weight of the consequences their actions had brought upon the city. Although it had been years since he took over from Kenny, he knew he still had a long ways to go if he truly wanted to pursue the path of redirecting the mafia's priorities.

It felt like an impossible task, but Levi had been hauling ass in an attempt to provide reparations for the damage the mafia had caused, and to turn it into less of a violent organization for hire, and more of one that provided the underground with protection against the government that was growing more and more corrupt with every passing day.

The fact that you were here to fuck that all up made it all the more irritating, especially once you provided your half-assed reasoning for it.

"Is that all there is to it?" he challenged, his voice laced with bitter disappointment. "After all we've been through, you just throw it all away because of some twisted notion of justice?"

He couldn't help but feel hurt by your words. To you, he was just another enemy leader to eliminate—but to him, this was much more than just a game or mission. You were here to fuck up everything that he had fought for since taking over as boss.

You remained silent, knowing that you weren't telling the complete truth. The IP claimed to play a vigilante role, but all you really did was complete the government's dirty work that they didn't want in the official records. The funder you were targeting had shorted you on a deal, and your superiors put a kill order out on them while disguising it as making a major blow to the mafia.

"...strings pulled, bribes paid, secrets kept," Levi replied, internally berating himself for even getting this involved with you despite knowing that something was up ever since he first met you. "That's what the underground comes down to in the end, right? People trying to climb higher by dragging others down."

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he continued. "All this time, I trusted you—thought we shared something beyond the games of deception and violence this world is plagued by—but looks like I was wrong."

You pursed your lips together, your heart sinking as he dismissed your relationship. It was true that you had never entered anything official, but you knew that there was at least something. You bit down on your lip, knowing that you couldn't afford to let your emotions cloud your judgement.

"...so did I," you whispered. "I really had hoped that some day, when this war was over, that we'd be able to figure out whatever it is that we have. But I guess I was wrong as well."

"War doesn't leave much room for hope," he grumbled, barely allowing you to finish your sentence, his voice laced with regret and anger. "Especially when you're knee-deep in enemies pretending to be allies.

"I never pretended to be your ally, Levi," you whispered. "I might live a double life, but not with you. It was only with you that I didn't feel like I had to live a lie. Loving you was real. That, I won't lie about."

You saw Levi hesitate for just a split second, although he quickly corrected his posture, gathering the resolve needed to close himself off to you, unable to fully trust you.

"...Leave," he said coldly, turning away.

Before you could protest, he looked at you over his shoulder again with nothing other than hostility and a cold glare he only reserved for his adversaries.

"If I see you on this complex again, then I'll have no choice but to assume that you're the enemy."

#: @shayewrites @littlerequiem @i-lev-you @humanitys-strongest-brat @mostlilo @dustbuniesworld @levisrations @ebechnasheim @moonchild-angel @jayteacups @bipolargatto @samackermaan @deepzombieyouth @levkuna @levisfavoriteteashop @ackermanswifee @ae-chidori @2dsimpomg @anti-cupid

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On "Coming Out" and Noel Fielding

I mentioned forever ago that I had this post in mind and then never got around to it, but now with the new interview quote I was yelling about recently it feels like a particularly good time to get it out of my brain and onto the page! tl;dr: musings on the concept of "coming out" as it has evolved over time, whether it's something that should continue to be necessary or expected of queer people, and why Noel is particularly inspirational to me in that regard since this is, after all, my brainrot blog. This may be extremely long and a bit disjointed but I hope some of y'all will enjoy it!

So a while ago myself and several friends were discussing the concept of coming out. All of us are some flavor of queer both in gender and orientation, but each is in a different place along their self discovery and identity journey, with some being long since out and proud, and others just starting to dip their toes into exploration past the expected cishet.

This discussion actually was prompted by a different discussion about Noel, spurred by comments we'd come across slamming him as being homophobic/transphobic on Bakeoff for making comments suggesting he has romantic or sexual attraction towards Paul, referring to himself with female-centric terms, playing female characters in the skits, and a particular moment where he brings up Old Gregg while talking to KimJoy and says "he was a sea transsexual....quite a demanding role for me" while laughing to indicate that that last part was said in jest. Hey fellas, is it homophobic/transphobic to be a little bit gay and trans? This got us talking about how the current culture of queer identity has evolved to the point where "coming out" feels more like something the public feels they're owed in order for them to view one's expression as valid, rather than its original purpose as something one does for themself in order to live most authentically. I don't think I need to go into detail about how many artists have been harassed by their "fans" into coming out before they were ready because people wouldn't accept the validity of that person's work without knowing exactly how that person identified, there've been plenty of articles and video essays and better written tumblr posts about that, but it's definitely a concerning trend. It can be particularly dangerous when it comes to people who aren't feeling confident or safe enough to come out, who end up being criticized and shunned by the queer community as being somehow problematic for not being able to fully articulate to a group of strangers the ways in which they're experiencing their identity. In this situation, the people who are struggling the most end up with the least support. Forcing people to either declare an identity or get out just leads to more people staying closeted out of fear of doing it "wrong" and never getting the chance to explore the most authentic and joyful versions of themselves, or even worse, feeling the need to out themselves before they're in a safe place to do so and suffering the resulting consequences. Questioning or cautious people deserve space in the community to experiment even if they haven't yet or maybe never will come out! My high school's Gay Straight Alliance was comprised entirely of "straight allies" when I was there. There was not a single "out" person in the school at the time. Nearly all of us in the GSA ended up being some flavor of queer or trans years later after graduation. But whether it was intentional closeting or just feeling an innate affinity towards something we couldn't quite pinpoint at the time, we all knew we belonged there and made that space for ourselves and others like us. Back when "coming out" first became a concept in the public consciousness, it was during a time where cishet identity was not just considered the default, but the only option. By coming out, queer people were giving genuinely revolutionary representation for themselves and others like them by telling the world that, as the old saying goes, we're here, we're queer, get used to it! Nowadays, we're lucky to live in a culture that is much more cognizant of queer identities being a thing, so in many cases coming out has become less about having to explain to those around you the basic concept of queerness existing, and moreso about which specific identity you fall under, and that's where things get messy.

My friends and I shared our own thoughts and experiences. One is currently identifying as "unlabeled" because they haven't found a term that feels correct yet, and therefore hasn't come out because they wouldn't know what to say. One spoke about how when they first came out they were much more insistent on what terms or pronouns people used for them but as time has gone on they've grown to find joy in being inscrutable and letting others wonder what they're perceiving. One expressed that given the state of the world they've been retreating somewhat back into the closet for safety reasons rather than being super outward with their queerness like they used to and is working on learning to embrace those parts of themself again. One said they felt like they'd already been existing as queer and expressing that queerness "before I even had the terms to come out to myself" and is now working on catching up on the conscious end of figuring out what's what. I myself never really had an official "coming out", I just became increasingly visually/socially/vocally queer as I became more and more confident in who I was and what I wanted to be and who I had on some level always been, and decided if people didn't get the hint that's their own problem. I came into consciousness of my queerness during the early 2010s original tumblr MOGAI microlabel boom, where there was a ton of focus on figuring out the hyper specific identity labels that exactly described what you were experiencing. I did a lot of digging and soul searching and experienced a lot of unnecessary stress trying and failing to find my perfect labels and landed on clumsy terms like "full time drag queen" because it was the closest I could get to what I was feeling about my gender, only to be told it was problematic for me to call myself that as an AFAB person because drag "belongs to cis gay men" (don't get me started on that statement, that's a whole other essay lol) It was a real wake up call once I distanced from these aggressively labeled and segmented online spaces and made my way into real world queer communities where I was relieved to find that in fact no one there asks to check your membership card before letting you in, if you feel like you belong there you're welcome no questions asked.

I had other people in these communities referring to me as "queer" and "fag" and "gay" and "queen" before I felt comfortable doing so myself based on online Discourse I'd experienced over who is Allowed to use certain terms, and having these community leaders I respected recognizing those things in me and welcoming me in like that gave me the confidence to really find my own footing in ways that attempting to find my exact correct identity label so that I could officially proclaim it never did. Once I could answer the question of what I was with a shrug and "queer I guess!" things became so much easier. Microlabels can be incredibly helpful and liberating for some, don't get me wrong if it works for you that's great, but let's not pretend that everyone is going to have the same experiences.

So anyway, back to Noel. Noel has never, to my knowledge, ever had any sort of official “coming out” or explicitly referred to himself as queer. So I know there are people out there who will disagree with me considering him to be queer. But so much of what he’s said and done throughout his several decades long career has indicated to me that this is clearly someone of queer experience navigating the world as such, and just as the queers in my local community welcomed me as one of them before I knew to do it myself, I extend that welcome forward. 

Let’s take a look at some of the facts. In the public span of his career, Noel has.....(in no particular order, also if anyone wants to add additional instances of note in the reblogs or comments please feel free, this is by no means a fully comprehensive list) -repeatedly called himself "the woman of the Boosh" or Julian's/Howard's "wife" in ways that suggest that's how he actually felt about it rather than it just being a punchline that he was mistaken for female in the show [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] -referred to himself at the GQ "Man of the Year" awards as "never been a man" and "a sort of girl, he/she" -been referred to by Sandi Toksvig as being "on the cusp" in regards to gender, to which he reacts with amusement and acceptance -consistently expressed excitement and appreciation when others refer to him with feminine terms or say he looks like a girl [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] -said "I love being a man-woman, it's much more interesting than being one or the other" and expressed that the loved shooting the Boosh Electro episode for this reason -referred to Vince Noir (a character who he's been pretty open about being based on himself) as "wasn't seemingly one gender or the other" -expressed that he felt most free and happy when presenting femininely [2] -had Julian, one of the people closest to him, express that Noel and Sandi (an out lesbian) may have "real sexual chemistry" because Noel is "all over the shop, he's a different sex" -used the "Confuser" line of "Is it a boy? Is it a girl? I'm not sure I mind" to refer to himself rather than Vince, and express that he's had to work to find new ways to feel as androgynous as he'd like now that he's older -referred to himself as a lesbian [2] -said that he "sometimes looks in the mirror and sees a woman", in the same interview that Julian implies that Noel is in fact a girl -referred to himself as a "girl/boy" -consistently referred to himself with feminine terms on panel shows and bakeoff -made a joke on bakeoff about not being a testosterone-based person -responded positively when asked about the ways Boosh had influenced queer and nonbinary youth -has said he's "quite obsessed with the man/woman mixup thing" -has said if he was an animal he'd want to be a seahorse because the males get pregnant -Had Lee Mack, who Noel used to live with, refer to him as "the little transsexual one, yeah I think she's fantastic" in a Boosh documentary and "a young lady who came out here happy to be herself" in response to Noel's Wuthering Heights drag performance -had his own mother refer to him as "the daughter I always wanted" -described his own appearance as that of a "transsexual witch" and when an interviewer attempted to make fun of him for calling himself "a transgender witch" by showing Noel a drawing the interviewer clearly found repulsive, Noel responded that the interviewer was "holding up a mirror" and called the image his passport photo

And I'm not even going to bother citing sources on the countless times he's made comments suggesting romantic or sexual attraction towards men. Literally just watch any non-character appearance he's ever done, it's kind of his whole thing??? Not to mention his penchant for picking up explicitly queer and gnc character roles, and also just [gestures vaguely to everything Noel and Julian have said about each other suggesting romantic and sexual tension between them and how they used their characters as an excuse to explore those feelings in a less scary way, again that could be a whole other essay on its own but ooh boy] I also think there's something interesting to explore in the idea of Noel repeatedly referring to his appearance as transgender or transsexual rather than identifying himself as such- at what point does the appearance of something become reality?

It all begs the question- is it even a joke anymore if it's that consistent? Either it's not a joke and it's an authentic expression of his real feelings and experiences, or he for some reason really really wants everyone to believe that he's queer when he's not, with this behavior spanning back to a time before the concept of queerbaiting was on anyone's minds and when being publicly queer could mean the end of your career. Which scenario do you think is more likely? And, does someone who’s been conducting themself like this for their entire career really NEED to come out? Honestly, I find this level of simultaneous authenticity and inscrutability aspirational.

In this Velvet Onion interview from 2012, Noel compares his penchant for dresses to both Grayson Perry and Eddie Izzard. This is interesting because those two people represent pretty opposite intentions behind their presentation- Grayson identifies solidly as cis male, and for him the shock value of crossdressing is the point, saying “I signed up for a gender and I want them to be very clearly delineated so I know I’m dressing up in the wrong clothes.” This doesn't seem particularly in line with where Noel is coming from given him famously referring to himself as "the Confuser" and stating in that same Velvet Onion interview that he "never even bothered giving it a label, I never went oh I'm a transvestite, I just went yeah if I fancy wearing a dress I do, never really thought about it really" Eddie on the other hand has famously said "They're not women's clothes. They're my clothes, I bought them." indicating that they were a genuine part of her authentic expression rather than a crossdressing costume, and has subsequently over the years identified more and more solidly as transfemme. I find Eddie's trajectory particularly fascinating because it's been so non-linear. In the 90s when the language for transness was much less public knowledge, she referred to herself consistently as a transvestite- a cishet man who enjoyed dressing as a woman, as well as using terms like "male tomboy" and "male lesbian" and "a full boy plus extra girl". Despite doing most of her standup shows in femme looks, most of her acting jobs were male-presenting, and there was a period of time in the 2010s where she dropped the femme presentation entirely in an attempt to be taken more seriously as the "crossdressing" was seen by many as a gimmick. Swinging back around more recently, Eddie has been explicitly identifying as genderfluid and transfemme, and in recent years has made the decision to "be based in girl mode from now on", and use primarily she/her pronouns. Since this announcement, in her trans advocacy work Eddie has described herself as being "out" as trans since the 1980s despite all of the above. She always knew who she was, it's just she's gotten access to more accurate terms over time to describe what she was experiencing, as well as feeling more safe to do so the more that transness became a known and accepted concept in the public eye.

The interview I mentioned at the very start of this post isn't really a coming out from Noel. And I don't think we'll ever really get one from him. In my opinion Noel has spent the past several decades conducting himself as someone who is in fact already out- it’s pretty clear Noel knows and is proud of who he is regardless of how he chooses to describe that identity. At this point, making some sort of official statement would just be for the benefit of others looking for clarification on their own perception of him and people who want to be able to put him in one box or another, and that’s not what coming out should be. The statement in the new interview is not "I am genderfluid", its "I've always been genderfluid", simply putting an accurate name to what's always been publicly visibly true now that he's got the terms to do so.

[betelgrouse]

Your Jaime Lannister smut is pure perfection. Please write more like this. Preferably with him dominant (but the reader is as sarcastic as him), but anything else will do too. Seriously, good smutty writing.

Oh my gosh, this is the kindest comment, I can't tell you how much it means!!! You seriously just made my whole week, thank you. <3

Here's a soft and smutty little piece written especially for you with a romantic dom jaime :) I have a few other drafts in the works, so stay tuned ;)

Morning Air (Jaime Lannister x reader)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1k

Summary: A glimpse into a soft (but smutty) morning with your husband, the Lord of Casterly Rock.

(Soft dom!jaime and soft sub!reader; oneshot; tried to make the reader gender neutral, but feedback much appreciated!)

Warnings: language, unprotected penetrative sex, romance (read at your own emotional risk!), nikolaj coster-waldau's problematically good looks

Note: two handed jaime (but he's perfect with any number of hands!)

The sun was streaming through the open balcony doors, and a cool ocean breeze gently lifted the long, translucent curtains as it entered the room, carrying the scent of saltwater and sunshine with it. You could hear ocean waves rhythmically splashing on the rocks below as you woke, a sound just slightly slower paced than your husband's breathing next to you. The view from Casterly Rock was lovely in the morning, but you'd rather look at the man sleeping next to you. The Seven must have sculpted him with their own hands, you thought. Closed eyes beneath a crown of golden hair, and a strong, lean body beneath the sand-coloured bedsheets. Your eyes roamed down to his chest and arms, marked with the occasional faded scar; no one had landed a blow on the Kingslayer in a long time, thank the Gods.

His body shifted, and you looked back up to meet Jaime's warm gaze. He reached out, gently cupping your face, and kissed you slowly. He pulled back, hovering over you, blonde hair just brushing your forehead.

"You looked like you wanted something from me," Jaime murmured, tracing your lips with his thumb. Still holding your face, Jaime ran his other hand up your leg, drawing circles on your inner thigh. "Tell me what you want, love."

You smiled up at him softly. "I want you to be on time for your morning briefings with your council. For once this week," you teased.

"If you don't want me to fuck you in the morning," Jaime whispered against your lips, "you shouldn't wake up looking so lovely." His fingers slid higher, and he started rubbing small circles on your clitoris [or tip]. You felt your legs start to spread open.

You reached down to reciprocate, but he lifted his hand from your face and stopped you. He lifted your hand to his lips before pinning it to the bed, all while drawing those circles that were already starting to make you come undone.

"Besides, I don't think you really want me to leave so soon, do you?" Jaime mused, smirking at the face you make as he slips a finger inside you, adding to the rhythm. "Do I really leave you so unsatisfied?"

You both knew the answer to his question, but he just loved to tease you. He added another finger, pumping in and out of you a bit harder now. You started moving your hips with the rhythm involuntarily. Gods, it felt good. He always felt so good.

He planted a kiss beside your ear. "Well?" he inquired, increasing his pace.

"Well what?" you asked back, somewhat more breathlessly than you had intended.

"Do you want me to stop?" His eyes glittered mischievously.

"No," you gasped out. His fingers were good, but you wanted him inside you. He really was going to make you beg him for it, wasn't he?

"What do you want, my darling?" He's so cocky, you thought. Well, when he looks like that, I guess he can be.

"I want you to..." You still blushed saying such vulgar words, which is exactly why Jaime loved to get you to say them. "I want you to fuck me."

Jaime grinned. "What was that, love? I didn't hear you."

Oh, his arrogant, annoying, perfect face, you thought. "I want you to fuck me, Jaime, and I want you to fuck me right now."

"If you insist." He grinned even wider, evidently quite pleased with himself. Holding your thigh, he sank himself into you, groaning deliciously in your ear. He rocked in and out of you, hitting that spot inside you over and over again. The fucking felt amazing, of course, but you also loved how his chest moved against yours like the tide meeting the beach, and how you saw that same pleasure you were feeling echoed back at you in Jaime's eyes with every thrust.

You two were tangled up together, legs crossed, faces touching. He gently tugged your hair, tilting your head back so he could plant sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You met his lips and savoured the taste of him, his warmth, his softness.

You felt your climax coming and let it crash through you in waves, like the ocean below. Jaime felt your muscles tighten and he fucked you through your orgasm before his own climax hit him. He came deep inside you, his body weight pressing down on you and his breathing ragged in your ear. You took a deep breath, taking in the fresh ocean air and the smell of him, and thought there really couldn't be anything better.

After a moment, Jaime sat up and poured a cup of water, offering it to you before pouring one for himself. You expected him to rise and get dressed for the day, but he just sipped his water and looked at you with an enigmatic expression, as if deciding something.

"What is it?" You raise your eyebrows at him and smile. You can't help but smile when you look at him.

Jaime silently returns both cups to the table beside him before rolling back on top of you, head buried in the crook of your neck. You laugh and slide your hand into his hair, gently playing with it. His hair gleams like real gold in the sunlight, you muse.

"You're going to miss your briefings again," you press, but you're holding him and you don't want to let him go.

"Shhhh," he responds, nuzzling closer into you.

You match your breathing with his, and your chests rise and fall together, like the rhythm of the sea below.

[dragon-curse-au]

Strange artifacts have been appearing around Earthbread after a rift split open the skies for but a moment; Cookies that come into contact with them become cursed with the ability to turn into dragons. While this may not initially be threatening, the potential for it to turn the tides of the war against Dark Enchantress Cookie is very worrying. Though, perhaps just this once, her and her forces are the least of our problems. A dark force has begun to stir in Beast-Yeast, and it is making itself known with a grand performance of the likes no cookie has seen before. If a Beast were to get their hands on an Ancient with but a fraction of the power a dragon holds, it could mean the end of all things as we know it.

Welcome to the official blog for the Dragon Curse AU, run by me, Canid ( @cryptidcanid19 ), and my years-long-best-friend Dragon ( @artdragon122 ). This whole thing started with them, so go give him some love and appreciation!! I myself will be writing a fic for this AU, but we'll both be providing plenty of art as well, let alone late night musings that we came up with while brainstorming.

Asks are always open if you have questions, suggestions, or just comments. Can be character specific or broad enough for the AU as a whole! All WE ask for is to be nice, y'know? Don't be problematic.

This AU will contain 16+ material because of some of the darker tones and sometimes mildly suggestive content (mostly through jokes), so please keep that in mind. And, singing it loud and clear in case it isn't your thing: This HEAVILY revolves around shipping, with some relationships much more prominent than others. Every character is queer somehow. Again, restating to be nice. If any of this isn't your thing there's this lovely thing called a block button at your disposal :]

That being said, enjoy! We're just having fun here and sharing our thoughts. Most if not all posts will be organized by tags, including specific characters, which mod made the post, whether something is an art post or not, etc. I'll add in a little tag guide in a reblog once we get things sorted out.

[radioisntdead]

Clown Vee reader headcanons

I have a couple of questions but you know what I'm not going to question HOW you managed to become one of the Vee's.

You're the least problematic Vee, and I feel like you manufacture clown nose bombs.

You're a very very fashionable lil' funky clown, you probably bicker with Velvette over your outdated clown ruffles at times but other than that very fashionable! If Velvette ever has like a clown themed fashion show you're her main model/muse!

I feel like your floor in the Vee's tower is a circus themed Hazard, like ribbons, balls, other circus things are just laying around and your also manufacturing clown nose bombs.

You've probably briefly had your own little clown show on Vox's TV channels.

You've also pranked the TV man when he was in power off mode, like I'm talking a stereotypical clown wig, clown make-up, clown getup and everything, minus a clown nose because he has no nose.

You know what screw that, you glue on a clown nose onto his stupid TV face.

Clown Vox.

HE IS NOT HAPPY, YOU SHOULD HIDE.

Valentino dies a very clown themed death.

Is it by being choked via your neverending handkerchiefs? [Honestly he'd probably like that]

OR maybe you glued one of the clown nose bombs on his face and KABOOM?

Anywho you totally have a whole clown show on the side, I'm talking a whole circus troop, not just clowns but acrobats, performers, magicians???

You hold circus shows a couple times a year, maybe twice a month? Very exclusive and VERY eye-catching, iconic, entertaining!

Good evenin' folks! This was literally just an clown themed excuse to reuse this header, anywho! thank you all for tunin' on in, I hope you have a great rest of your night!

[winter-rp-memes]

Questions for Problematic/Villain muses

1. How often does your character admit to being wrong? Do they ever change their way of thinking?

2. What's something you constantly have to re-explain about your muse

3. What's an inherently problematic view your character holds

4. Does your muse deserve a second chance?

5. What's makes your muse respect someone? Are they capable of respecting others without reason?

6. Do they opmatically assume certain people are lesser than them?

7. Do you ever think that despite your muses actions/morality they do have a point when it comes to their reasons?

8. Does your character feel like their in the wrong? If so does it bother them?

9. What's a line your muse won't cross under any circumstance?

10. Is a healthy relationship (platonic or otherwise) possible with your muse?

11. Do you feel like your muse can fall/be corrupted further if pushed?

12. Does your muse have a reason for their misdeeds or is it all for pleasure?

13. When it comes to your muses love ones, are the exception to their behavior or are they also treated poorly

14. Is your muses morality compliance or does it follow a strict set of rules?

15. Do you think your muse needs to pay for all that they've done?

[alifeasvivid]

Sticky Sweet, unconventional omegaverse ukus based on a prompt, Explicit

This is the prompt. This was a commission from @unhetalia ^-^

Rating: Explicit Warnings: omegaverse, "bitching", canonverse with human names, mild alcohol intoxication, Arthur being problematic af as usual Summary: Arthur muses about what might have been if Alfred had turned out to be an omega. Instead, he is an alpha. As an alpha himself, Arthur struggles with his feelings toward his former charge. Though the struggle isn't great enough to stop them from having semi-intoxicated sex on the couch... but something is different when they wake up. Word count: ~2100 ------

It’s unnatural.

A perversion of the order of things.

It’s incredibly rare for humans and unheard of for a nation.

And yet…

After Alfred’s annual extravagant birthday party, everyone has gone and Arthur is trying to drown his memories of his original birthday celebrations with Alfred with any leftover booze he can get his hands on: memories so old filled with sweet breads and candies rather than massive cakes and fireworks, memories of wooden toys he carved by hand for the sweet, precocious boy who always welcomed him with open arms and a smile like the morning sun.

An ache twists in Arthur’s chest, as he watches Alfred try to clean up here and there, only to get dizzy and down any half-empty drink he stumbles across before attempting to throw the cup or bottle in his trash bag. He sometimes doesn’t miss.

Alfred is very much the quintessential alpha: strong and taller than Arthur ever thought he would be, with broad shoulders, though his face is still lovely and boyish. There had been a brief moment, not so long ago as it feels now, just before Alfred’s type revealed itself, when everyone had still thought he would surely be an omega, that Arthur had entertained cherished thoughts of mating him.

Those dreams were shattered when Arthur returned one day, certain he’d walk into the scent of sweet oranges or perhaps heady magnolia lingering on his beautiful colony, but instead finding the musky, salt-sweat scent of a young alpha. Their relationship would never be the same. How could it be? As an alpha, Alfred would surely demand his freedom and he did so. Arthur could hardly withhold it from him and he did not.

Alfred drops his mostly empty trash bag next to his feet and snatches Arthur’s drink from his hand, tossing it back and wincing from the burn. He then suddenly grabs Arthur’s face, fingers clawing into his hair, while he tries to kiss him but ends up mostly just biting Arthur’s lips, it feels very right.

Not entirely returned from old fantasies, Arthur responds with an instinctive growl and fists his hands into Alfred’s shirt, ignoring the sound of tearing fabric and kiss-bites Alfred back, moving to nip and tug at his earlobe.

It should feel wrong and yet…

It’s effortless… except for all of the manic effort they both put into attempting to devour each other… but the impulse comes from some place sure and deep and Arthur sees no reason to question it.

They barely even make it inside. The sliding door remains completely open, letting in the oppressively hot and humid air.

Alfred pushes Arthur against the wall using that absurd strength of his and then drops instantly to his knees. Shouldn’t that strength have been a sign, so long ago? Arthur’s hands slide into Alfred’s hair as he nuzzles the crotch of Arthur’s tight denims, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. If the perfume from the magnolia trees outside was strong enough to mask Alfred’s scent, Arthur might have been able to lose himself in a very old dream, but it is not so. None of that stops Alfred’s mouth from feeling absolutely incredible once he engulfs Arthur’s cock with it.

“Fuck yes,” Arthur hisses through his teeth as Alfred takes almost all of him down his throat. His knot is growing even with no omega around. It seems the thought of what Alfred might have been is enough.

Alfred clasps Arthur’s hips and bobs his head up and down, moaning and purring through it as if it feels better to him than it does to Arthur.

Arthur reaches down to Alfred’s chin, tilting his head upward so Arthur can see those gorgeous eyes. His knees almost buckle when Alfred doesn’t stop for even a second. “It’s—ahhh, yes—your birthday, is it not? Isn’t someone meant to be doing this for you?” Arthur would happily volunteer, but it’s impossible to think straight when Alfred’s mouth is hotter and more perfect than the best omega Arthur can remember bedding. Oh why couldn’t his dear boy have been made the type he ought to have been?

Alfred releases Arthur with a lewd pop, saliva and pre-cum trailing from his bottom lip. He spits on Arthur’s cock and pumps it with his hand, kissing and nuzzling the tip. “Like giving more ’n receiving, to be honest.”

A sick jealousy burns in the back of Arthur’s throat as he wants to demand to know who Alfred has done this for previously. Instead, he shoves his cock down the lad’s throat once more and doesn’t hold back as he fucks Alfred’s mouth. His fingers clench in Alfred’s hair, yet Alfred doesn’t cry or try to push him away. He clings onto Arthur’s hips and opens his mouth as wide as he can.

Very submissive for an alpha. That only makes it more maddening that Alfred didn’t grow up to be what he was clearly meant to be.

Arthur could continue for quite some time, until Alfred’s jaw became unbearable sore, but it is the lad’s birthday after all. “What do you like then?” he asks, slowing down to let Alfred suck him as he pleases.

In the dim light of his own living room, Alfred blushes. “Dunno,” he mumbles. “Other than oral, I’ve never done anything with anyone else.”

He is immediately redeemed, at least partly, in Arthur’s mind; though Arthur recognizes the double standard. He justifies it by being so much older than Alfred. He pushes Alfred back onto the sturdy, old oak table in the dining room adjacent to the living room and yanks down Alfred’s trousers and pants without ceremony, without even bothering with the button or zipper. As with the rest of his body being the epitome of alpha ideal, Alfred’s penis is also suitably ideal, large and thick, though his knot, unlike Arthur’s, is hardly showing at all.

Alfred’s hips buck as Arthur sucks the head of his cock into his mouth, teasing just the tip with his tongue. He pumps the rest with his fist and now, Alfred’s knot does begin to swell. He doesn’t taste as good as an omega, of course.

Arthur isn’t as bothered by that as he thought he’d be. He does love Alfred so much—is so much in love with him—that it overrules his instincts.

Alfred cries out, begs Arthur to stop, then begs him for more. Rather than grip Arthur’s hair, his arms stretch out to grip the sides of the table and it’s a good thing too because the wood splinters and cracks under Alfred’s supernatural strength. “Arthur— oh fuck! I’m gonna— oh~” He then chokes on a sob as Arthur releases him.

“Not yet, you’re not, love,” he chides with slight smirk. He climbs up on the table, over Alfred, and kisses him deeply. He grinds their cocks together and groans; his instincts have his brain clamoring for someone—an omega—to bury his knot in, but there is only Alfred. There has only been Alfred for so long now.

Alfred whines and fidgets, clearly bothered by the hard surface of the table against his spine. “Is it… is it weird if I say that I want you to fuck me?”

Arthur growls, a sound he rarely makes unless in rut, “No, pet. It’s perfectly lovely.”

“You want to, right?” His face is so sweet in that moment, so pure and innocent, his voice completely earnest while asking such a thing.

Arthur gets up off the table and pulls Alfred up with him. He mouths and bites along Alfred’s neck, dying to leave a mating mark even if it would do no good. “Yes, Alfred.” Noticing that Alfred might be just a bit more drunk than he himself is, Arthur guides him to the couch.

Alfred obediently kneels low on the cushions, bending and bracing against the back of the couch. He yelps when Arthur tugs his thighs apart, lowering him to just the right height to meet Arthur’s hips. Arthur presses against him, presses his knot right between Alfred’s cheeks and reaches his hand up to slide a few of his fingers into Alfred’s mouth. Alfred moans lewdly as he sucks on them, with just as much and Arthur moans in turn as Alfred’s tongue massages the sensitive pads of his fingers.

Arthur’s knot continues to swell, but he is determined to make Alfred take it. Withdrawing his fingers from Alfred’s mouth, he wastes no time in pressing them against Alfred’s entrance.

“It’s too bad there’s no slick, huh?” Alfred asks, his face buried decisively in the back rest cushions of the couch.

Arthur slips one finger inside him so smoothly that all Alfred can do is gasp. “No to worry, love, we’ll make do.”

Alfred sighs and whimpers as Arthur works him open. “I know… I know everyone thought I would be an omega. You wanted it, right?” he asks, then without waiting for an answer, says so quietly, “I kinda wanted it too.”

Arthur says nothing, just stretches Alfred open until he can no longer ignore the needs of his own body; then he plunges deep inside Alfred, forcing himself in all the way to his knot. He grips Alfred’s hips, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise and lets instinct take over. He fucks Alfred hard and fast, as feral as he feels. It’s so good. So right. This is what should have been. “Yes, oh fuck, my darling boy, yes, god you feel so good around my knot.”

Alfred sobs, fully lost in pleasure, his hands fisting in the fabric of the cushion.

“You were supposed—supposed to be mine,” Arthur says, each syllable punctuated by a snap of his hips. “My beautiful, sweet boy. I wanted to mate you.”

Alfred reaches down and strokes himself; the alcohol is making it difficult for him to get fully hard, but he doesn’t care. Lots of male omegas stay very soft, even in when in heat. “I wanted that too,” he cries, reveling in the incredible stretch of Arthur’s knot, the length and thickness of his cock. “God, I’m so full, Arthur—yes, fuck yes!” he cries out as he orgasms.

Arthur grips him even tighter, buries himself to the hilt as he pumps Alfred full of his seed. “Yes, fuck, my pretty little bitch.” Out of pure, desperate need, he sinks his teeth into Alfred’s shoulder at the exact place a mating mark would be and doesn’t release until well after he tastes blood.

—

When Arthur wakes up, he and Alfred are tangled haphazardly on the couch. He inhales deeply, something sweet, and nuzzles his nose against Alfred’s damp skin. The smell is actually stronger. It is so sweet that it doesn’t seem natural, but Arthur cannot help but be drawn to it. It is sticky like some kind of syrup, but light and pleasant—as if a food or candy that smelled like it would give him a headache, but from Alfred’s skin, it is wonderful.

Arthur examines Alfred’s neck as best he can. He would have expected Alfred to be fully healed after a few hours of rest… and it’s clear that he’s no longer bleeding, but the mark remains—the dark outline of Arthur’s teeth. How could it be? Alfred is an alpha and a nation, it should have healed perfectly like any other injury.

Somehow, Arthur realizes, he has made Alfred his mate. Perplexed though he is, he can’t help but be pleased. He vaguely recalls hearing about a rare phenomenon where two alphas fall in love and one mates the other, thereby turning them into an omega—an omega that will respond to only the alpha that mated them.

Alfred stirs in his arms and blinks up at him, blue eyes adoring him. “Arthur… I feel weird. Good. But weird.” He reaches down between his legs and his eyes go wide as he brings up his fingers: now covered in slick.

On pure impulse, Arthur grabs him and licks them clean, eyelids fluttering as he tastes his omega for the first time. “You’re my bitch now, love. I mated you and—”

“But we’re both alphas!” Alfred says, still pressing as close to Arthur as possible.

“We were both alphas. You’re my omega now, only mine.” He cuddles Alfred close, breathing in his scent. “It’s almost unheard of, but here we are. Are you upset?”

Alfred slowly shakes his head. “No… no I don’t think so. I feel good. I feel so good, like I’m still full of you. I like it. Do I smell good?”

Arthur breathes in and exhales slowly. “You smell amazing,” he says. It’s like he’s finally meeting the real Alfred and nothing could be sweeter than that.

[solarwynd]

the double standards really piss me off bc no one is doing half this much over tommy brown who has liked some really questionable post re: zionism and IS linked to bikeman. just like they didn’t do anything at all when it came to jk and his turn with that man. i’m not fond of the sofia pick for several reasons, and id totally understand and respect if people simply avoided a song bc they don’t want someone problematic making money off of it, but the way these people are NEVER consistent with that energy enrages me. if you really dont want to put money in zionists pockets then at least be consistent about it, otherwise i’ll just assume you’re using the opportunity to start hate for clout towards an artist you were never even planning on supporting in the first place. its like jhope’s album all over again, songs were ready a long time ago, and not regurgitated over a couple of weeks like others, it is what it is.

I’m guessing because Tommy is a producer and in the background but Sofia is an ft and would potentially affect Jimin more to push to the fore front.

But it’s also the lack of consistency that annoys me to no end too. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve seen pjms clock somebody who was trying to get people to boycott MUSE over the past couple days actively streaming and buying songs throughout JK’s debut. Or even having him at the top of their Spotify wrapped. Then when they do get clocked, they wanna talk about “oh it was last year and the boycott hadn’t really started yet.”

Mind you armys decided to officially boycott BEFORE the 3D remix with JT and these were their responses after it got announced.

[boyfridged]

S, I was musing on another post and realized that of all the Bat Clan, Jason seems to most often be treated as the most malleable by writers.

What I mean is, most other characters personas and histories do not change nearly so much as Jason's has/does. Efforts to do so also tend to be roundly rejected (Like Tim being an acrobat) or just like, steadily drift back to what they used to be (Cass's backstory).

Meanwhile Jason has been an acrobat, a homeless kid, a terrifying super villain, a magic sword guy, a parent/teacher to wayward vigilantes/criminals, an, enemy and ally, with different families and histories all the time.

Why do you think that is/what are your thoughts on it?

see, this is an interesting question because i thought about the very same thing when i saw a recently popular post about how the right to a consistent storyline is a privilege only of the batfam and all other characters else might be subjected to a major retcon that makes them completely unrecognisable at any time (maybe we saw the same post?)... and my first thought was exactly the same: jason does not have this privilege at all.

i think there's plenty reasons for it, starting with the fact that he was introduced in the very... unstable for the dc editorial times, especially when it comes to the (at the time contested) role of robin, which put him at risk of either complete retcon or erasure at the very start. and both in a way happened.

in a consequence of his retconned background and aditf, his character, on a meta level, naturally challenges the idea of batman as a whole. and i don’t mean the red hood era nor the no-kill rule debate. i mean his very status as a victim, a victim not only of the joker, but a victim of the system as it is and a victim of vigilantism, and a victim of the narrative, a sacrifice that brought the comics into its new era. and it has to be said that even pre-crisis jay was on thin ice as at the time dc faced the issue of explaining what the child is doing in the field at all (something that they did not have to worry for a while since dick was an adult!). personally, i think moench rose up to the challenge, but it was still not satisfactory for o'neil who wanted things to get darker (and who wanted it so much that he was unhappy enough even with collins' work and limited his involvement in the title). all of this becomes even bigger problem post-aditf and post-utrh. there's of course the role of victim blaming, as dc was actually criticised quite thoroughly for the voting event and the graphic for the time content (the death of a child was simply not something you were supposed to show in a medium like that in such a way), so jason's personality and circumstances had to be changed to fit the always-doomed narrative. then, the writers started to simply avoid the topic or adjust his character in different ways to explain the tragedy in a way that would not make bruce's decisions re: him seem questionable (this involves for example aging jason up in rebirth!). and now, especially contemporary comics are not interested in the in-universe politics and society, cannot address jason's victimhood nor properly assess his relationship with the major themes of the title. jason’s background and personality cannot be written with care as (and i know i say it all the time. but it's true!) the genre doesn’t take itself seriously anymore and is not interested in any challenges. and he’s not the only character facing this fate; this is also the issue with talia or even kon.

but there's also another side of it. writers do know (or at least rightly have the intuition) that jason's general themes & history (his incredibly close connection to gotham, for example), no matter how problematic for them, at the same time make him stand at the core of the batman lore. this makes him also a litmus paper for the title. if you want to make a definitive statement about batman, referring to his biggest failure and perhaps even the biggest trauma is the easiest way to do so. if you want to talk about ethics, here's the character who (presumably still...?) is known for killing. if you want to defend the legacy from accusations of promoting reactionary attitudes, here's the guy born into poverty, you can make him into a stereotype and ridicule him so that batman's attitude seems reasonable and progressive in comparison... etc.

and then there are times when the editorial wants to just push him out of the mainstream titles, since he messes with it so much. so we get all the international missions, weird team ups and mystical cults.

but as i said at the beginning: it all boils down to the fact that jay really got the shortest straw in terms of the time when he was introduced, which makes him a character both incredibly salient and inconvenient. and so he is always subject to the whims of the current dc overlords with little regard to his history.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Could you use a Chameleon Arch to make a human into a gallifreyan?

Could a Chameleon Arch turn a Human into a Gallifreyan?

Interesting thought, let's muse ...

🧬 Technological Transformation

The Chameleon Arch has been used primarily to transform Time Lords into humans (though it can change them to other species as well). They store their Gallifreyan essence in a biodata module, typically disguised as a common object like a fob watch. The individual's original Time Lord biology and memories are restored upon reactivation.

🧑Adaptation for Humans

If adapted for human use, the Arch could theoretically overwrite a human's biological structure to match a Gallifreyan's, but this would come with a huge list of potential barriers and issues.

💥Painful Transformation: This is an extremely painful process that a human might be unable to endure.

🔁Identity Challenges: Without a proper link to a TARDIS, establishing a new identity could be problematic, possibly leaving the ex-human a total amnesiac.

🧬Biological Compatibility: Chameleon arches are likely keyed for Gallifreyan biology, allowing quite a huge potential for errors in other species using them.

🫨Existential Crisis: Imagine if you had dreams about the time you were a hamster, and you had a strange innate talent to run around wheels. That's just asking for psychological trouble.

🎓 Becoming a Time Lord

While the Chameleon Arch could, in theory, make someone biologically Gallifreyan, provided they can overcome all the issues above, becoming a Time Lord is a far more intricate process that involves extensive cultural and educational experiences.

🎒Time Lord Academy Training: Time Lords undergo intense education and training at the Academy on Gallifrey, not just in academics but in the ethical use of their abilities and in understanding the extremely complex laws of time.

🧬Genetic Enhancements: Time Lords receive specific genetic enhancements that are not just biological but also tied to their symbiotic relationship with Time Lord technology, such as TARDISes.

🔍 Implications

⚖️Ethical and Social: The process would guarantee that the human would lose their humanity, both figuratively and literally, as it would erase the individual's human past. Then there's the problem of how the ex-human would find it quite hard to be a part of either species' society.

🛠️Technical Problems: As mentioned, adapting Chameleon Arch technology to convert a human into a Gallifreyan is speculative and would need an advanced understanding and modification of the original CA technology. The stability of the changes would also need extensive testing to ensure the transformed individual doesn't have a genetic or psychological breakdown.

🏫 So ...

Transforming a human into a Gallifreyan using a Chameleon Arch is theoretically possible, but it's not going to be easy on pretty much every level you can think of - physically, psychologically, ethically, technically, and socially. Do with that what you will.

Related:

Can a chameleon-arched Gallifreyan restore their memories without a biodata module?: On the use of chameleon arches and how to restore memories.

What are the differences between Time Lord and Gallifreyans?: The biological differences between Time Lords and Gallifreyans, general overview.

Could a human become a Time Lord?: Quick look at how a human could become a Time Lord.

Hope that helped! 😃

More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →😆Jokes |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[entityverse-utmv]

Welcome to Entityverse! This AU was created by @enbyhyena with help from @new-moon44 and @the-voidkin-playground.

In this AU, reality itself has a vessel. The Void, the Anti-Void, and the Multiverse itself are confined to physical forms.

Feel free to ask any questions you may have, and maybe get some art (or writing) in return!

Main Tags:

#entityverse utmv, #entityverse art, #entityverse asks, #entityverse drabbles

Playlist: Feel free to suggest additions!

Muses Below the Cut:

Verse:

Chaotic Neutral. Omnipotent.

The physical manifestation of the Multiverse itself.

Possesses multiple characteristics from various AUs, almost like a mosaic.

5'2". They/He/She/It Pronouns.

Capable of shapeshifting, though their eyes and blush color can give them away no matter what form they take.

Likes to use their shapeshifting powers to spectate and infiltrate AUs, often "roleplaying" when bored.

Eye colors change whenever they blink, but never change shape. The yellow dots remain the same no matter what color the pupils are.

Looks different in every Multiverse that they exist in, as every Multiverse is comprised of a different line-up of AUs.

Their health and stability are directly parallel to the balance of the multiverse. If the balance tips too far in either direction, something very bad might happen...

Anti:

The physical embodiment of the Anti-Void.

Seeks to change anything that gets too close to him, chasing its own idea of "perfection".

The reason why Geno was able to escape the Save Screen and ended up in the Anti-Void.

5'6". He/It pronouns.

Void:

The physical embodiment of the Void.

Always hungry, but can never be full.

Puppydog energy; just happy to be there.

Will eat anything, even if it's inedible. This doesn't seem to have any adverse effects on them regardless.

Arms, legs, and scarf are made purely of void-magic. The void constantly shifts like static or flickering shadows.

Probably wants to eat you. It's how they show affection.

4'11. He/They pronouns.

Disclaimers:

Verse, Anti, and Void are embodiments of forces of nature—thus they are unable to be held to a normal standard of morality. They are deeply flawed and problematic characters; this is intentional. However the creators do not endorse their behaviors nor will they necessarily get away with their actions without consequences. When engaging with this blog, please beware of recurring themes of mental illness, eating disorders, and abusive relationships. These themes will likely come up often, but will be tagged accordingly; please be careful when navigating our blog and take care of yourself. We are not responsible for any harm that may come to you for engaging in content you can moderate for yourself.

For transparency: Verse as a character is very loosely inspired by @nebulaanimates's character 'Verse' over on TikTok. However, their character only served as a building block which turned into a completely different idea. The only things still shared are the name of the character and the concept of the Multiverse as a person.

[twyrrinren]

While I find the discourse of "is farcille problematic?" irritating (well, all discourses are irritating), it provoked me to question whether there is any conflict (in this sense) in farcille relationship. Falin and Marcille are friends. They care about each other. Marcille uses forbidden magic to resurrect Falin and does everything she can to save Falin. But we see little from Falin's perspective, because for the most part she is either dead, or a chimera (and it's difficult to speak when you are a chimera). Falin is kind, gentle, and doesn't want anybody to feel pain; even in the form of a chimera she attacks (only?) when provoked and by Thistle's orders; with him and by herself she is as gentle as she was.

However, Falin lacks agency (I do think she has a free will, but this issue is complex): in the extra about rejecting Toshiro's proposal, she says that anything she liked was influenced by her brother or Marcille. She was sent to the school by her parents, she left the school to join her brother, she was controlled by Thistle.

Honestly, I don't have a conclusion, because these are just my musings. I think farcille's relationship is not a straightforward as "they are in love (the end)," but there is more to it.

(SO. Their conflict: Marcille can't accept Falin's death and mortality (see DM for the success of her strategy), trying to grant Falin immortality without consulting her, and Falin relies too much on her brother and Marcille.)

[alhaithamgenshin]

Hello Tumblr! I am still somewhat new here so bear with me. I’m searching for a RP partner for Genshin Impact (ideally to have a Halloween-themed RP, canon or modern, given the 31st is right around the corner)! I am all caught up with the lore until the beginning of Natlan.

My muses include (in order of preference) Alhaitham (heavy preference), Il Capitano, Diluc, Wriothesley, Kaveh, Clorinde, Neuvillette, Eula, Ayato, Dottore. I am open to using other characters too, so don’t shy away from asking.

If you’re interested in a romance plot I can be flexible with mxm, mxf or fxf. Rare pairs, switches and gender swaps are acceptable, problematic ships are not. Canon only—I will absolutely not RP with OCs.

A little info about me: I’m 21, my pronouns are he/they and my MBTI is INTJ. I’ve been playing Genshin since its release in 2020. My time zone is PST. I am a lazy English major nerd that loves dusty old books. I’ve been writing RP for about ~10 years. I like fluffy cats and drinking unfathomable amounts of tea.

What I’m looking for: 18+ (no minors); literate mirror RP (no one-liners)—but nothing too long because of university and my job; patient with responses; canon character portrayal (headcanons are fine as long as they make sense for said character); has and is able to RP on Discord.

Being open to talk OOC is a necessity. I love getting to know the person behind the character. Yep, you! I want to keep communication open and friendly.

Interact if you’re interested or have questions. I will get to you as soon as I can. Have a lovely day/night!

[goth-automaton]

@thetentaclecommander Thank you for the tag! 💜💜💜

When did you start writing?

So, basically, my parents taught me how to use Word, when I was seven and from that moment I've been making it everyone else's problem. I haven't started publishing until I was 22, though (but that AO3 account is deleted and if anyone tries to bring those fics up here I'll bite that person).

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

That's... A hard question. A lot of it depends on the fic and my mood tbh. Like, I prefer reading fluff and happy endings, especially in long fics (and you know, what I usually write, lol), but if the premise is captivating enough and I'm in a mood, I'll still read whump (I also love whumpy oneshots).

The only thing that comes to my mind, that I definitely don't like reading (usually), but am okay with writing, is falling in love. I'm an established relationship bitch, no slow burn, no pining, it just doesn't interest me. I am now working on a romance fic, where characters slowly fall in love with each other, though.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

My biggest writing authority has always been Stephen King and I still hope one day I'll reach his level. But I don't think there's anyone I can be compared to. Is there?

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

TBH I can write anywhere, if I'm hyped enough. Usually I work at my ancient desk (like, how the fuck this mass produced shit hasn't fallen apart yet?!), on my main laptop, while listening to music... But I can also write on phone literally wherever I am. I've also written fics on my portable laptop during classes. Seriously, if I want, I can. Anywhere.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I don't have any. Actually, I have an opposite problem.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Ooof, that's a hard one... I can give you tropes, but themes? Not that easily... I think one of the recurring themes is exploration of relationships between people, especially the outcasts. Also, trauma, and how it affects life. And grief. 'Cause where's trauma, there's also grief.

Like, even in my fluffier fics you can catch glimpses of it. This one for example. It's only about 3 lines, but there is a mention of being hurt growing up and how it fucks you up in the adult life.

What is your reason for writing?

The same, as for any other creative stuff I do – I have to have an outlet for my creativity or I'll explode. Heh. Not to subject y'all to my spiritual stuff again, but his is what happens, when creation is one's True Will, lol.

Also, if I don't write, what I want to read, no one will.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

As that mpreg bitch, who likes problematic shit and usually breaks their readers' hearts. Usually. I can do fluff, when I want to, too.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

My ideas and ability of coming up quickly with new plots (which is more of a curse, but WELP). Also, according to my friend I write nice descriptions of food.

How do you feel about your own writing?

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I am my primary audience, other people liking my stuff is just a nice bonus.

No pressure tags:

@interstellarvacuumcleaner @mexican-roxas @captainbobbin @overheaven @niemamfajnejksywy

@that-wildwolf @ramatetsu @ar-guile @vaguely-annoyed @sabervelvet

@wyked-ao3 @lightningzombie @punk-gremlin @lnights @tymniemniej

@samyelbanette @ivorydice @d3adsqu1d @another-sun @outcastedang3l

...and whoever wants to join! 💜💜💜

And again, no pressure on tagged people! 💜💜💜