#ternpestuous

the mun’s interpretation

;x { not like i have anything to do with my life anyway so why not 

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

To an extent, yes. 

♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay? 

yep, definitely. okay, i know many dislike my portrayal of Asami because it’s quite the difference between her canon self, ( but this is also a blog for her modern self, so you do have to take that into consideration) but I have definitely developed her character more and more through interaction. 

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

I’m such a disappointment but I don’t think I really have any. that or I can’t think of any at the moment.

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

for sure. I dislike that she has been put off many times, degraded, and recognized as “unimportant.” 

☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?

there is definitely a side of the fandom that hates Asami. what bothers me is not the simple dislike of the character, but the statements that go along with it. “she wasn’t important” “what another wasteful female” stuff like that makes me very furious. but it doesn’t affect my portrayal in the slightest !

♢ What’s your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?

I thoroughly enjoy reading other’s interpretations of my muse ! I love reading headcanons others have for Asami, and I love to see the different aspects that many change and interpret in their own ways. 

✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

yes. i’ve had multiple interpretations when I first developed this blog, and if you look at some of my old writings, you can definitely distinguish the character difference. Asami is a very complex character, and it took me awhile to really dig deep and understand her more before I could set a specific interpretation of her.

✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?

nope ! i can’t recall any headcanons that I have that may be slightly incorrect due to canon material.

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

hmm uh definitely more about Asami’s mother ! I felt a bit detached from Asami’s background because of only her father’s presence. It’s always fun to headcanon about what her mother would have been like, but it would have been really nice to learn more about Asami’s background. 

✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?

I should probably explain the reasoning behind why I headcanon Asami as an alcoholic. I must admit some of my own personal background did tie into the development of this interpretation. But mainly the reason why I wished to pursue this route of interpretation is because I believe so strongly that Asami would have been a fan of fancy bottle of liquor, and the surroundings of a bar with plenty of people to distract her pain. she has suffered so much throughout her life, and I do believe she doesn’t have good coping skills in the very least. I believe that the people that care about her most in her life (like Korra) wouldn’t have even been able to stop her from throwing herself into the dangerous life of alcohol. sadness can be really hard to bare, and especially with being CEO of an entire business, it can literally drive you to drink. 

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

It was already past business hours, but there was this particularly loud lively customer that decided to stay behind and wait for this waiter to finish cleaning up tables and half finished glasses of whiskey or whatever fruity drink the last couple decided to try before a spit take took place.

He didn’t mind the company, not at all. (Even if at first, he was the one who was imposing his company upon her, varying from quoting Hamlet to singing one of Frank Sinatra’s many hits: “Fly me to the moooooon”-) This made the time to finish cleaning up back at the cafe faster and more enjoyable. Especially if their conversations swung back towards classical poetry (”Of all the things you had to pick to read, it had to be Nevermore, didn’t it-”)

A laugh escaped the waiter’s mouth as he turned back towards the young woman (with a grin so wide it reminded him of a lion’s), and sent her a smirk of his own:

     “…You know, you’re right about that. …Besides, I’ve always wondered what kind of life I’d have if I were out in the lively streets of New York City as a woman. You’d think I’d blend in with the whole knee length boots and pencil skirts, or just stick with the slacks-”

  The mug’s rim is scalding the bud of her bottom lip, steam flushing features dewy; Korra has not yet responded. Or, perhaps to phrase that a little more accurately, she has not yet spoken. Her clenching fist and gaze, turning heavy as slate, heavy as marble, viciously unblinking, glinting under dark brows which have found a dangerous furrow with barely a single movement—well, all of that is still communication, even if it’s not necessarily the verbal kind.

     Less than a week. She was gone for less than a week.

  Mug set down on the table, fingers adjusting, then flattening on the table, then curling into her lap as she leans back in her seat, letters very much forgotten on the desk in front of her. It isn’t that she’s about to fling anything at him, probably. But she fists up her hands just in case, and searches for stillness of body, since serenity of mind is not something that would be within her current grasp, were she to reach for it, Korra thinks. On the plus side, with regards to her own personal discipline, if not her anger control, nobody is screaming yet. ‘Would you perhaps care to just detail for me the precise nature of raging shit-storm that I’ve hypothetically walked back into this week?’

Iroh felt confident enough in his reflexes -he could block a bomb mid detonation, after all- but he could feel the adrenaline burning in his blood as muscles tensed and sinews twisted under Korra’s skin, coiling her destructive power like a spring.  If he couldn’t defuse her altogether, he at least had the chance to direct it elsewhere.  Seconds dragged on for years in the eerie stillness of the office, the ringing of phones and staccato click of telegraphs down the hall a distant blur, his own tea forgotten (to his venerated namesake’s eternal shame, no doubt) as the greatest danger of his life breathed down his neck.

under a cut, read at your own risk

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. MADISON Y U DO THESE THINGS TO ME. Only five??? Okaaaaaaaaay um. These are in no particular order, and obviously this is not a comprehensive list, but I’ll try to narrow it down:

♔ CRESSIDA, obvs. This lady has changed my life a lot, not just because she’s epic and awesome, but because she’s also led me to meet some epic and awesome friends through roleplaying her. 

♔ LORELAI GILMORE. My love for her knows no bounds. She is like my one true self. My caffeine-dependent queen. 

♔ ANGELICA PICKLES. She’s so obnoxious, self-centered, sadistic, and all-around BAD, and I LOVE HER LIKE MY OWN SMOL CHILD. FITE ME.

♔ PETRA ANDEL. I love her so much. THAT ACCENT. THAT HAIR. THAT FACE. THAT ATTITUDE. She’s so amazing and flawed and great.

♔ EFFIE TRINKET. Queen of my heart & soul, love of my life.