#vivelarevolutionmonami

confession - i am deeply intrigued by louis xvi, having recently gotten into versailles. i would love a sort of extended family/enabling sort of friendship between anne boleyn and he. say perhaps anne was sent with henriette when she married as one of her ladies in waiting and became close to the king, his brother, and henriette in that way. feel like louis needs some friends who aren’t going to jump into his bed but enjoy being rabble rousers and party fiends, while being intelligent and witty as well.

I think you may have misunderstood some of the details of the callout. Krys never roleplayed as Hamilton, at least to my knowledge. Kier wasn’t upset that there was another Hamilton on Tumblr, they were upset because Krys broke an exclusivity agreement that was blog-wide saying Krys would not interact with other versions of Hamilton, and Kier would not interact with other versions of her character. That was also a relatively minor incident compared to a lot of what happened with Krys. 

The biggest concerns were her continuously name-dropping Kier while they were in the hospital, and also accusing them of faking a suicide attempt for attention, lying to muns about their relationships with other muns (claiming to be close friends with people she barely spoke with), refusing to tag any triggering subjects, using peoples’ graphics without permission, acting hostile towards mutuals who asked that their rules be followed and then blocking them, and also not informing partners of her age. Several people came forward to say they had no idea how old Krys was because she had presented herself as ‘over 30′ when in fact she is 41. 

On their own, one or two of these incidents would NOT be considered a big deal, but when you add them up together, that’s a lot of people Krys either hurt, made uncomfortable, or lied to. Those that supported the callout have also expressed relief that she left because she’d attempted to pressure them into shipping with her characters.

You’re entitled to your opinion, but whatever insecurity you think Kier might have had nothing to do with us (the mods) making this blog. Kier couldn’t care less about Krys anymore, and wants nothing to do with any more Tumblr squabbles. Other people chose to get involved because we were concerned. The historical fandom is small, and we should stand up for our own, that means calling out Ableism and gross harassment of much younger muns when we see it from people who should know better.

     He shook the pocket watch, tapped the glass, even held it to his ear but it was no use. It had stopped. Oh, why did he bother to keep them in functioning order? They never lasted. Between his highly potent magical signature and the pull within the Shadows, it was a wonder any device he carried worked properly at all. No, the demon thought, it couldn’t be that. It was something else, some other reason that made the gears and components cease. 

      Dylan lifted his eyes to finally--finally!--gauge his surroundings. It certainly wasn’t the 21st century street he’d expected to see. In all fairness, when he’d thought of where he wanted to go, he hadn’t been specific. The Shadows had known and the Shadows had twisted that. He suspected They’d done it deliberately. He’d thought of somewhere warm and tropical--well, They’d delivered on that. It was the time They’d played with. 

     Time. It always came back to that.

     No wonder the pocket watch stopped working. Going back in time--well, it couldn’t survive the energy of that. Not many things could. And he was, without a doubt, in the past. It was the ships at the docks that gave it away, for there were no ships of their magnificence in the modern age. Dylan had almost forgotten their beauty. Then he noticed the men and women moving about him, the ones that gave him curious looks, frightened looks, and hurried away--their clothes! Oh, no one wore fashions like that except in plays and films and historical reenactments, or ironically. Another touch of a bygone era he sometimes sorely missed. 

      18th century, by his guess. He was there, somewhere--the other him, the him of this time. Perhaps on another great ship, out at sea, reaping the souls of the sailors and pirates unfortunate enough to cross him. He should look himself up, as they say. Paradoxes be damned. There were worse things.

     But first, he needed to find proper clothing. He wasn’t oblivious to the strange glances. His clothing stood out of place--the leather jacket, the jeans, the boots. If the demon intended to stay a while--and oh he did--he must change that right away. And, perhaps, figure out just where in time he was. What lovely place had the Shadows dropped him? Best to find that out after he found clothing. His contact should be limited, he thought, until then. It’d be no good for him if he stood out too much too soon. 

      Or maybe not. Ah, he’d play it as it went. 

      Dylan slipped the pocket watch into his leather coat and sauntered forward, into the midday sun, distracted momentarily by the rise of so many auras in the milling crowds nearby--and immediately crashed into someone passing by. Oh, so clumsy, wasn’t it? So cliche, to literally bump into someone in such a way. 

     And so much for discretion. 

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