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MY TUMBLR IS WORKING AGAIN
I can log in! I can touch things!! I can see posts and see my post and post things!! After so long my tumblr is working yay!! After more then five months YAY
Happy Birthday Aisha!
Happy birthday to my best friend and partner in crime, @extremelypoorperson!! You have taught me so much about writing, strength, friendship, and honesty and I love you to pieces.
Here is a side chapter that I wrote to celebrate the thing that made us go from friends to life partners, The Time That Is Given. I hope you enjoy this and I hope this is the best birthday yet.
For anyone not familiar with the fic, it takes place 25 years after the manga. Meliodas and Elizabeth have broken the curse, are married, and are the rulers of Liones. This oneshot takes place before the fic, and they have two children.
Elizabeth sits back in the carriage and closes her eyes, taking several deep, steadying breaths. It’s incredibly hot today, the first burst of summer even though it is not yet June, and despite the windows being open and having chosen the lightest fabric for her dress, she is incredibly uncomfortable.
“Ellie, are you alright?” She sits up quickly and looks at her sister Margaret, who is peering at her closely from across the carriage. Margaret leans forward a bit and pats her on the knee. “You look pale. Are you feeling alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Elizabeth smiles, swallowing thickly. She hadn’t been feeling well at all for a few days, but she had been so busy lately, and getting the children ready for travelling to the Fairy King’s Forest in a few days, she hadn’t really had any time to allow herself to think about it. Even when she climbed into bed at night, exhausted, all she could manage was a kiss on Meliodas’ cheek before falling into an instant, deep sleep.
He had teased her about it this morning, in fact. “You’re never in bed so early,” he had said, smiling at her in the mirror as he buttoned his shirt. “Or slept so late. I’m starting to wonder if you are enjoying your dreams more than me.” Elizabeth had laughed, watching in her own mirror as her attendant had pinned her hair up and off of her neck in preparation for the heat. But she did feel as though maybe there was something wrong… maybe not wrong, but different. Unusual.
Yet there was no time to be sick, no time for a nap. They were nearly at the new building for the historical society, and she and Margaret and Gilthunder were expected there as they dedicated it to the memory of the Great Holy Knight Zaratras, who had served as an honorary member. Margaret now had that honor, but Elizabeth was needed to represent the monarchy, and she was happy to go and support her sister. She needed to meet with the members, and have a tour, and smile at luncheon, and exclaim over all of the people who came to see the new building and the queen, as was her duty. Then later, she was to meet with the castle’s management over some staffing issues that needed discussion, and then dinner with the children, and then hopefully a bath and bed before she began it all again.
Once Tristan and Lynette had left at the end of the week, on their way with Lancelot and Elaine to spend a few weeks with King and the fairies, then maybe she could look into having her schedule lightened, maybe even a day or two off. She and Meliodas could spend some time together, go somewhere perhaps, to the mountains maybe, even if they took the Boar Hat and have a bit of fun. It had been since… Elizabeth could not remember, Christmas maybe, that they had taken some time to themselves, and she smiles to think about having a rest and a vacation. Even finding stolen moments, stolen evenings together to just have some time, alone, proved difficult at times. Lioness was in an unprecedented time of prosperity, but that growth brought about its own set of problems, and with two nearly-teenaged children whose powers were emerging with a frighteningly rapid rate…
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To my twin! @extremelypoorperson Happy birthday to us!
Have your boys, Lancelot and Tristan as a gift! :-D
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I just lost 3 years of my life
I’m so glad this exists
Okay, time to address this.
Lots of hate, gossip, and rumors floating around today. I said I wouldn’t stand for it and I’m not going to. So you can take me at my word, right now.
To the person who sent me an ask yesterday, I was not planning to answer it publicly because I wanted to respect your privacy. You have chosen to expose yourself and that is your choice. I will not make it for you.
Yesterday I reblogged a post that I thought made some good points about how stories are subjective things, and can mean different things to different people. I reblogged this because recently I wrote a short piece about a character who experienced an assault. Some people in the fandom decided because I wrote this I must be pro-rape, pro-child abuse, and have no morals. I was told this directly.
The irony is, from what I can tell, none of them actually read what I wrote.
If they had, they would know it wasn’t romanticized. It wasn’t glamorized. it was a terrible thing that was intended to make the reader hurt, to care, to think. I would welcome any criticism about my writing and how I wrote it. But I will not tolerate people cursing at me, calling me names, or spreading damaging information about me simply because I chose to write about something dark.
The OP I reblogged from yesterday chose to use Game of Thrones as an example to make their point. Now I am being accused of shipping rape victims with their rapists and of endorsing child abuse.
That is the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard in my life.
I don’t ship rape victims and their rapists. I don’t condone child abuse. I am not interested in incest. If you think that because of a reblog I made, then you are completely wrong and need to stop.
Fiction is meant to make you feel and think. Fiction is available for everyone to read, enjoy, dislike, condemn, raise up, promote, or ignore. To attack me over lies is unfair, unnecessary, and cruel. To accuse me and others specifically of terrible crimes because of a reblog I made is ridiculous.
There seems to be a pocket of the fandom who are determined to police my content, judge me for what I write and draw without bothering to actually look at it, and possibly run me off. That’s not going to happen. Perhaps with some time, maturity, and life experience you will see that doing these things is wrong. It’s not cool to attack people because they like what you don’t like. Your narrow view of the world is sad. Your unwillingness to stop and think before you start spouting hate is unfortunate.
There are writers in this fandom, some of the same people engaging in this behavior, who have written about torture. There are writers who have written about rape. There are authors who have written about abusive relationships. There are artists who have drawn pictures implying and depicting incest. There are people who have made posts about characters that are underage. Hell, anyone who shipped Melizabeth before it was revealed she was more than just a 16-year-old girl, in their worldview, are pedophiles.
I don’t judge anyone for the content they create. If it’s not for me, I move on. I expect the same respect I would give anyone in this fandom, including those who feel that it’s okay to attack me personally. Because you know what is toxic? Making vague posts and threatening people. Cursing out people for their different opinions. Trying to intimidate people to leave a fandom they love. Refusing to engage in conversation and instead spreading rumors. Slinging accusations to impress your friends and congratulating each other on your hard work. Please look inside yourself before you start pointing fingers at others.
there are absolutely ways to write and explore topics like this, to say you cant is silly. but it needs to be without doing it im a exploitative, fetishistic way, which you, and galfridus, absolutely do not do. by writing it out in full scene, you are not “making people think.” youre exploiting it. thats like exploring these topics 101.
there is NO reason to go into the full painful detail unless its something you get a kick out of. its unnecessary and tone deaf. and regardless, for what GOOD reason would someone want to explicitly explore the sexual assault of minors?!! and general sexualization as well.
minors you work with. minors we have in this community. minors you interact with.
you cannot both claim youre exploring topics AND justify this shit with “its okay theyre technically legal bc its medieval times.” there is a clear conflict in your mind between “fiction isnt reality its not about me” and desperately trying to defend why your “fascination” isnt illegal.
and people have approached you. you dont care. you dont listen. youre more concerned being “b- but my intewest awent pedophiwic… <:3” than listening, at all.
nobody is slinging accusations. they see what you do. and are rightfully disturbed! no one is accusing you of being a rapist or spreading rumors or whatever. youre making more assumptions than any of us have.
and yes! youre right! nnt ships are often pedophilic. lets not go around basing our morals on nakaba “i want to prove theres no age limit on love” suzuki™
from what ive observed, most people who like… melizabeth or any of the fantasy age difference ships dont bend over ass backwards to defend it or nakaba. theres nothing to defend. a good majority just enjoy the manga critically, alter canon in their own heads since nakaba is a scumbag lol. most of the time yall dont even bother aging up. and when you do, youre just slapping a “theyre 18!” with no context and nothing altered at all. if you even BOTHER.
but what we’re more concerned about is how it can affect the minors in this community. kids in THIS nnt tumblr community have already been groomed via this content a year ago, and i dont want to see it happen again. even if its not YOU.
and on that note: even if you didnt know mads was 16 when surrounding them with this shit, yall are in your 30s, you need to be careful and keep boundaries until you know someones age. ignorance is still ultimately on yall.
anyways!
Okay, so this really fucking bothers me.
First and foremost, I really hate this aspect of fandom culture. It’s pathetic. It’s childish. It’s downright fucking stupid. Everything on tumblr.hellsite is fucking pedophilia and rape, no exception with you assholes.
I’m going to invite you to take off your american googles for a moment and imagine a world outside your tumblr-esque worldview. Are they off?
Okay, good.
The age of consent FUCKING VARIES depending on where you are in the world.
What. A. Fucking. Concept.
I’m Canadian. Here, you’re legal at 16. Hands down. No problem. Not an issue. In places like the UK or fucking Japan, you know, where NNT is made? Yeah, also 16.
Fuck off.
Now, I don’t know what you’re fucking going on about when you say writing about harsh topics is “fetishizing” when done in detail. I’ve been open about this before, I’ll be open about it now. I’ve been raped. I see no issue with fic’s I’ve seen from both @maybeishouldwait and @galfridus1, nor do I see them fetishizing it. Writing shit in detail is not fetishizing it, it’s giving detail. It’s meant to make you uncomfortable - granted it has to be written well, which they do. You can certainly mention things in passing but authors will very often times choose to include graphic scenes to inform readers or establish emotional connection to characters.
If you’re too immature to understand that, that’s on you.
I’ve written my own stories where rape is implied, if it’s described I’ll write it as horror, just as it is. For me, it’s catharsis, it’s taking power away from my rapist and putting it back into my hands. Would you accuse me of fetishizing rape? I doubt it.
You know what fetishizes rape and abuse? When the victim is just okay with it, when it’s used as a scape goat for shitty plot, when they like it and it’s all just right as rain! That’s fetishizing rape and abuse, not writing a plot that involves the victim overcoming their rapist or abuser and rising above it.
In conclusion: Yes, fiction has the amazing ability of being able to touch and handle a variety of topics in a safe, controlled space. It can deal with issues ranging from abuse to love and everything in between. When done well, it can establish connections with their readers to their characters, and maybe if the reader can empathize it can even create a form of catharsis. Fuck, I still remember reading a scene in The Mortal Instruments when I was fucking 16 years old, a year after my rape that had a very rape-y scene and the way that Cassandra Clare handled it made me feel empowered, like I could be Clary. I envisioned myself in that position and saw myself taking control of it through her. That is good writing, not fetishization.
At the end of the day a certain degree also falls on the minor (which, again, I’m Canadian, so 16 is not a fucking minor)
For your own sake I hope you never read any literature because it touches on these topics all. the. time. And what’s more? if it’s a Canadian author, British author, or a Japanese author - and they include a character that is more than perfectly legal for them - chances are you’ll think it’s pedophilia too.
Keep doing you and don’t let these asshat internet warriors stop you. You write what you write well and I love you both! Cheers.
This is still on my mind, days later, when I was called out while sarcastically poking fun of my friend for the accusation of being a rapist, which was crazy. Then you insult me and used the N-word. Are you just a racist, or did you not know and think it’s okay then to use the n-word?“
It’s not as easy as saying my feelings got hurt, or that I want an apology. It’s
the fact these bullies CAN get away with viciously insulting others to the point they can use nigger like that, to a black girl, and there are no repercussions
Me. My friends, my friend’s friends. We were called names and accused of being inappropriate, and meanwhile I was compared to a kid wanting to yell nigger?
Some people have become so vicious, and attack so many people, that Yes. They can get away with using nigger while talking down to a black girl
…..So.
I’ve been quiet overall regarding things. At this point there isn’t anything I feel I should add that hasn’t already been said. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
However, when I was told about this, I was livid. I hadn’t seen the post, but honestly, the idea that someone could even throw a slur around, especially at anyone of any race/ethnicity that’s “connected” to it, disgusts me to no end. And maybe this is dramatic of me to say this–it wasn’t said to me, and I don’t want to take away from what this has done to @extremelypoorperson and anyone else who has been affected by this word–and there’s a possibility that this was said in ignorance. However, whatever has been said, racism is never okay.
I’m still upset, even after finally seeing this, but honestly, all I can say is: Why?
Not gonna lie, I don’t like what she said either, but I didn’t feel the need to police the situation. She didn’t say it to me, didn’t go out and joke at someone else who could have been personally affected by that; and she definitely didn’t threaten anyone in that reply of hers. She had said it to someone she knew, someone she has built a rapport with. Someone she was trying to support. Her circumstances led to some dark humor, and all she did was explain and stand up for herself.
And then, of course, you compare it to a white boy who is dying and feels he can say racist slurs–specifically slurs that can and have negatively affected Black/African Americans–until his dying breath. You could have used any other argument, any other scenario, but you all chose this one to posit as a rebuttal.
Why?
What told you, any of you, that referencing this slur–specifically after a Black Girl spoke–was just…something you could do? What was even the point? Were you being ironic? Funny? Why didn’t you think before you typed? Did you think you weren’t causing harm because you didn’t type the actual word? Did you forget how much racism is still in effect in our country as we speak, that people are still affected by it?
I don’t even want to know your answers or your rationale, because I already feel like you don’t have a single clue.
I’m not going to throw around the phrase “racist cunt”, like I wanted to do earlier, because honestly, you probably typed whatever came to mind and perhaps had a laugh about it. Perhaps. I still find this interaction dirty as all hell. It feels calculated, knowing that this would affect OP because again, you know she is Black. And I could be wrong about that…but this still feels wrong to me.
This is still on my mind, days later, when I was called out while sarcastically poking fun of my friend for the accusation of being a rapist, which was crazy. Then you insult me and used the N-word. Are you just a racist, or did you not know and think it's okay then to use the n-word?"
It’s not as easy as saying my feelings got hurt, or that I want an apology. It’s
the fact these bullies CAN get away with viciously insulting others to the point they can use nigger like that, to a black girl, and there are no repercussions
Me. My friends, my friend’s friends. We were called names and accused of being inappropriate, and meanwhile I was compared to a kid wanting to yell nigger?
Some people have become so vicious, and attack so many people, that Yes. They can get away with using nigger while talking down to a black girl
HAPPY EAT BBQ AND BLOW UP SMALL BOMBS DAY
Working on my fic What Was Left Behind and thinking about her… first time I ever drew Allura! What do you think?
From the heavens, the Goddess graces the weary with light.
A powerful witch runs away after the villagers try to execute her, couple years later children randomly start disappearing. She’s taking abused children away from their parents and raising them in the woods. But once they grow up and leave, they forget how to get to the witch’s house and their memories of her become blurry.
The town was evil. But the children? They were still pure, there was still good in their hearts, trickling out of their mouth and ears and gentle hands.
She stayed there for years, trying to protect them as much as she can. Even after the villagers had enough of a witch living amongst them, she still took in the lost children.
Every parent’s worst nightmare is their children growing up. The witch was no different.
Her kids, they called her mama once. And now when they passed her as adults, they didn’t even give her a second glance. As far as she figured, they didn’t remember her at all.
(She’d tried talking to Benjamin once, one of her favourites, because he had been a clingy child who couldn’t bear to leave her side. He was thirty when she tried visiting him. When she approached him, he treated her kindly, but the kind of pleasantness you show to strangers and not someone you call your mother.)
The witch was sad, of course. But there was nothing she could do; they had to go, sooner or later.
One of her boys entered her room. “Mama?”
It was Peter, her oldest. He was turning eighteen in a couple of days, and soon it would be his turn to leave.
It hurt her to see him already.
“Yes, love?”
“I am leaving soon,” Peter said. A statement, not a question. “But I don’t want to.”
“You have to, love. None of your siblings wanted to leave,” she answered, simply. “But the hour you turn eighteen, you’ll forget. And you’ll wander off, and then you’ll never find your way back.”
Peter looked sulky. “Isn’t there some way to make me not forget? I don’t want to forget you, ever.”
She almost laughed because of how close she was to crying. Her boy. Her sweet, sweet boy.
“I’m sorry, love.”
He slammed the door behind her when he left. Peter had always been a fiery one.
When she opened the door on the day of Peter’s eighteenth birthday, she expected him to be gone by then.
Instead, her boy was sitting on the bed cross-legged, holding an empty bottle.
He had drunk a potion. An anti-aging potion.
“I found a way, mama,” he said, his eighteen-year-old hands clasping here, firmly. “I don’t want to forget you.”
He left, too, when he got bored of being cooped up in the house with no company. But he visited her every few years, bringing her stories of how he visited children, following in her footsteps.
They called him Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up.
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