#trueaugurey

mafia themed starters

It is really uncomfortable and I think it was made to drive the snap in such a way....that derailed all the work. True, I like bookdany, and showdany was designed a certain way, to the point where male characters got her reasonable moments--in the book, she didn't have to be talked down. That's...a bit of the issue too, for me, but these men ....also did terrible things. The wildfire burning people in their ships was just as dark, fundamentally.

but what changed it from showdany isn't that she isn't unreasonable as before, it's that the other characters are suddenly framing it as a problem that is out of other issues, such as a male heir. It's sadly realistic, but by framing it that way, you made this another sort of discourse all together? Along with that racially charged death?

I think there’s a fundamental difference between the wildfire attack on the ships, as that was a military assault. So it’s dark, but not comparable to an attack on King’s Landing that would kill civilians. But like I said I don’t see anything about how she’s being written right now as out of character for her at all. If we’re just talking about the specific actions of the characters within the narrative? Burning King’s Landing isn’t justifiable. 

And the primary discourse right now has been two sides. The anti-dany “she’s the mad queen and evil and awful” people, which is a bit unfair, and the dany stans who think she’s never done anything wrong ever and that she’s suddenly out of character now which...isn’t true when hints of her ruthlessness and temper have been there all along. 

            ❛  professor——  ❜  it’s an abrupt stop in his tracks, and without a second thought he clutches onto the strap of his bag. distrust doesn’t make it to his face, but it’s present in the air as he shifts the weight from one leg to another. the mark on his arm hidden under two layers of fabric feels tingly, and a gulp forms in his throat.  ❛  is there something you want of me?  ❜

It wasn’t as though Mal didn’t fit in with the rest of her housemates among the Slytherin crowd. But, there was a part of herself that wondered if she was destined for something more. That she was more than someone who lived for power and revenge. Someone more than one that every quaked in fear because of who her mother was. Truly it was a gift sometimes to be the daughter of Maleficent. And yet seemed like a curse all the same. She found herself wandering about the castle. Aimlessly at night, not entirely sure where she was going or what her purpose was. Then she felt it, a presence that wasn’t there before. Or maybe she had only noticed it now. Either way, it didn’t take her heightened sense to figure out she was no longer alone.

               James has   never   felt so tense waiting for his friends in his life. He’s sitting at the   old   Potter manor, wondering whether it had always been so   bitterly   cold in the family room before. After the Potter elders died, the cousins & distant relatives attacked like   vultures   to get their talons on this heirloom & that relic. The only things that remained was the furniture, all   morosely   draped in white linen, & a sole picture with a little James staring back at him with a gap-toothed smile & Fleamont & Euphemia on either side. It was one of those old-magic style paintings almost every family had, where the dad was   nitpicking   his son & the mum was smiling fondly at the scene & yet James could still not bring himself to look at it for more than a few minutes.                    Absentmindedly he grabbed his wife’s hand. They had a   plan,   they’d be alright.          Moments that seemed like hours passed & finally the front door creaked open. James wand was already in his hand, ( least the message have been picked up & the intruder   NOT   Peter ), but he was pleasantly surprised by a mousy brown head.                     ‘ Peter. ‘    James breathed in relief, taking three grand steps to wrap Peter in a brotherly hug.                                           ‘ You came ! ‘