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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year

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Nonbinary-Woman/Girl Flag With New Aroaceflux Flag (2023)

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I had originally intended not to post anything for a few days, and only check out some art on here, and I guess if I didn’t decide to try to design a slightly different Aroaceflux, I wouldn’t of ended up posting this if I didn’t have the idea to do this, so yeah I’m posting this on the same day that I drew it...

I’m still not happy about a person who seems to be on purpose ignoring the whole “do NOT reblog without permission” post, and I really don’t think they did it by accident like another one did like maybe two times, but even we were able to work it out peacefully, so they know not to forget to check.

but my problem is with another person, who after I decided to try to give them the benefit of the doubt, and try to hope they don’t do that again....

but then I find out they did it again....even if the words “do not reblog without permission” was clearly in plain sight....

I do make sure to put it on top, so no one will miss it, and yet, I’m starting to wonder if they are doing on purpose, ignoring...?

and a good reason to make sure it is at the very top, is because well, it seems that there will be moments when the tag for it isn’t checked.

and that could cause those who don’t see the tag, to reblog them but not know they aren’t suppose to do that without permission...

but for this drawing, that has the Nonbinary-Woman/Girl Flag,

as well as the new Aroaceflux Flag of March 15, 2023.....

I’m allowing a Free Reblog of it, so no need to ask for permission...

because I am giving free permission, so no need to ask.....

I’m still not happy with a person who had made me feel not so great before...

I wanted to give them a chance and maybe give them the benefit of the doubt, and even give them a chance to stop doing that....and I don’t think it is accident.

maybe I should try not to worry about it right now....

and even if I did put the whole “do NOT reblog without permission” on this, and they see it, there is a possibility that might ignore that, too...

this will still be a free reblog...

The Colors For The Aroaceflux Flag In This Drawing Are:

Violet/Lavender, Light Turquoise, White, Ice Blue and Blue-Gray.

I’m not sure if Ice-Blue color even has a meaning, I tried to look it up but didn’t really find anything...

I can be both Fictoromantic and Aroaceflux, I had wanted to add “Fictoromantic” into this, maybe have another version of the Aroaceflux Flag in this, be Ficto-Aroaceflux....but I decided not to, and just have it just be the Aroaceflux Flag and The Nonbinary-Woman/Girl Flag...

I know I wasn’t always Aroaceflux, and I have fallen for the wrong type of guys before, who just ended up breaking my heart, and at this moment I have no interest in trying to date a real life human being....

so I’m fine with just reading stories with romance in it, playing video games with romance in it, or watching shows or movies with romance in it....

or trying to write fan fics with a bit of romance in it....

I’m listening to Black Magic by Little Mix...

and after I listen that for a few times, and after I check out few art on here, I will go watch Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Ah My Goddess and maybe even watch Transformers Animated, Prime and one of the Transformers Movies...

[Note: Feel Free To Skip Down To Where It Talks About Mass Effect and even Ships.....I know that some might rather skip some parts...so yeah, just skip down to the my talking about my thoughts on Mass Effect and Ships....]

as weird it might sound, I think I can find Urd from Ah My Goddess, as someone who is reliable...some might not get why but if you had found out that Cain is your Ancestor and who is so called “Daddy” is suppose to be....then maybe some would get it, I don’t know....yeah and Seth is my Ancestor as well...

still going to see me being descendant of King Solomon, his wife Naamah and their son Rehoboam, as more of a blessing than a curse.

King Solomon had a LOT of wives, you know counting Naamah and his wives.....that is like a lot of Grandmother’s Day Cards to give out...

and all his Other wives would technically be my and a few others own Step-Grandmothers.....that is like a army of Step-Grandmothers..O_O

but anyway even if I do have some concerns about the whole thing that has to do with my blood type because of what I had read about the Grail Children before.....but if another info I read is correct, the blood type has been around like WAY before Jesus was born into his organic human body, so it might be possible he will only be a distant cousin....and yeah I had concern about the whole if the Antichrist or we could say Anti-Messiah ended up being his descendant, it was one of the reasons why I am hoping we are only distant cousins....

plus hopefully maybe it wouldn’t be true, that the Anti-Messiah would end up being his descendant......but I’m still going to have the thoughts of wanting to grab them by their ears...like I can still believe in Jesus, but I have my reasons of having thoughts of wanting to grab him and the Anti-Messiah by their ears.

I mean if I was able to, I would.....and if The Heavenly Father/God & The Earthly Mother/Goddess allowed it....

plus I do have a theory about the Goddess and how she may have worked a counteract type plan, it is just a theory and it’s okay if I am wrong...I am a Defective Earth Angel after all, but I can talk about the theory in another post at another time.

anyway, it would be nice if the Aliens from Mass Effect were real, the only down side to that would be the Reapers...

it would be nice if the Reaper Queen had been made fully canon, we need her in a future game and to form a true symbiotic bond with Shepard.

take me to the Reaper Queen, so the deed can be done. XD

I would ship Legion from Mass Effect Series, with Curie from Fallout 4...

or maybe have Legion with Cogsworth who is also from Fallout 4.

and is it weird I kind of want to try to Crossover ship Angel Dust x Prowl...?

you know like TFA-Prowl x Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel...?

well I did end up being inspired to ship TFA-Shockwave with Pearl from Steven Universe.....so Viva La Weird Ship!

note to self, draw Angel x Prowl ship...

anyway besides my weird randomness, I hope some like the Aroaceflux Flag and it’s different colors that go from Violet/Lavender, Light Turquoise, White, Ice Blue and Blue-Gray....

anyway like I said before, this is a free reblog...but do NOT say anything rude or offensive about it...

anyway I’m going to check out some art on here and then I will watch some of the shows and movies I had mentioned that I’m going to watch after checking a few things on tumblr first...I am feeling better but it doesn’t mean I’m still not happy with what happen...I just have to hope they don’t do it again.

always check for the tags that say “do not reblog without permission”

or the “free reblog” because there is a difference between the two...

so yeah, I’m just going to go check out some art on here now...

I might even play Undertale and Deltarune later as well... :D

#aroaceflux flag #nonbinary-woman flag #nonbinary-girl flag #free reblog #march 2023 #march 15th

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potteresque-ire · 3 years

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Here’s my response to @pussyibo, who tagged me on a post about Gg’s Li-Ning brand endorsement.

First of all, I’d like everyone to please read @accio-victuuri‘s wonderfully written, detailedly researched post on the Li-Ning brand, the Xinjiang cotton support rally on Weibo, and the narrative the state has spun on the issue. I would’ve provided similar information in my response as well—although no way I could’ve laid it out as clearly, as to-the-point as @accio-victuuri did—because this background is critical in explaining my thoughts on this issue.

I haven’t reblogged the Li-Ning ads, but I must confess that the decision had little to do with politics. I’ve always leaned towards re-blogging art than real people.

That said, however, Gg’s Li-Ning ads have, of course, crossed my dash. And I’d be honest and say this as well: I haven’t really found them—or by extension, the idea that Gg was endorsing the brand—offensive, precisely for the reasons @accio-victuuri laid out. Li-Ning is a legend in China; a highly decorated olympic gymnast, he was the national pride chosen to be the final torch-bearer and torch-lighter for the 2008 Beijing Olympics. His company, established in 1990, was among the first Chinese brands with name-recognition overseas and has won high-profile international sponsorships—rare achievements among Chinese-owned enterprises, even to this day.

Based on Li Ning’s identity and his company being a National Brand, I’d be more surprise if the Li-Ning brand doesn’t use homegrown, “patriotic” cotton, before even considering the practical reasons—Xinjiang cotton being a domestic product that eliminates the costs of shipping, tariffs etc; that it’s of such superior quality that international brands touted its use—a reversal of the usual downplaying of their products’ Chinese origin, due to the common associations of “Made in China”=“Bootleg”,“awful quality”; that makes up ~20% of worldwide cotton production—ie. most Chinese families are probably already using products with cotton from the region (blankets, for example).

From that perspective, therefore, I’ve viewed the endorsement as little more than a case of a high-profile Chinese celebrity endorsing a high-profile Chinese brand, named after a national hero and targeted towards the local market. I breathed a little sigh of relief for Gg, admittedly—imagine if his new endorsement over those same few days had been for a brand under the Better Cotton Initiative; he would’ve been flayed alive, if the antis’ words were knives.

(And who said they aren’t?)

As such, I also haven’t considered the Li-Ning brand as “morally inferior” to Gg or Dd, or, the other way around, that Gg or Dd are “morally superior” to the Li-Ning brand. I haven’t considered drawing a moral ruler along this axis. I either believe they’re all doing what their sociopolitical environment has taught them, guided them, demanded them to do, or I don’t. Li Ning (the person and the brand), Gg, and Dd all have a celebrity status attached to them. They’ve all flourished in that one sociopolitical environment—that one they also call home.

Ultimately, Gg and Dd belong to China. They’re the product of the country, its all powerful, all controlling regime. No one can be isolated from their backgrounds—my background colours every word I say here; likewise, there’s no place I can draw a line and separate Gg and Dd from the Communist Red behind them. I wouldn’t have posted about China’s sociopolitical environment, researched on it as a GgDd fan otherwise.

I either walk away from them all, or I don’t. I either stay a fan, or I don’t. The latter is my choice. Every minute.

Have there been instances in which news about Gg and Dd make me especially uncomfortable? Yes. Photos of Gg in PLA (People’s Liberation Army; Chinese army) uniform for AT, or Dd in police uniform for BAH, for TTXS still give me stomach churns every time I see them. A violent squeeze of the heart.

Visceral reactions that come from, I suppose, the amyglada. More organic, primitive than thought.

I’ve seen those uniforms in RL action—uniforms worn by those who’re truly responsible for the labor camps and mass surveillance, the torture, the unreported deaths, the disappearances; uniforms Gg and Dd have expressed support outside their drama, their host roles:

Translation: #I support Hong Kong Police too# (On red banner) “I support HK police. You can beat me up now.” What a shame for Hong Kong.

(Dd reblogged the same post originated from People’s Daily, the State-Controlled Newspaper).

I’m going to go on a quick detour and provide the backstory of this red little box, this piece of propaganda that is much more blatant than a clothing ad. I’ll explain why in a bit.

Here’s an article that explained the incident from which the quote was drawn, that occurred on 8/13/2019 during the Hong Kong Protest and the airing of The Untamed. Essentially, a Chinese state media reporter was suspected to be a spy among the protestors after taking photos, refusing to show his press pass (he was found to have one but not his own), and possessing a “I love HK Police” shirt; he was tied to the luggage cart and beaten up. The reporter said the quote in the red little box; he suffered mild injuries and was soon discharged by the hospital. What was the background of this story, however? Why did the protestors beat up someone who could be from the press—who, regardless of their affiliation, protestors know should be protected? The protests began in June, 2019. Hong Kong had had another large scale protest in between September to November, 2014 (aka the “Umbrella Revolution”). Spies had always been an issue. Why didn’t a spy beating happen earlier?

Here’s an English-subbed documentary (warning: violence) that offers insight of the background—the fear and fury of the protestors. The subject is what is now known as 721 Yuen Long incident, or the evening Hong Kongers—even those who had not been involved, who had been unsure about the protests—lost their trust of the Hong Kong Police, once known as “Asia’s finest”.

That evening went like this. On 7/21/2019, the local mafia violently attacked the passengers of a late night train in Yuen Long station—passengers who weren‘t protestors (who wore black)—while the police ignored the multiple emergency calls from locals who’d spotted something suspicious, and didn’t show up on the scene while the beatings occurred. Evidences, which the documentary detailed, pointed to the Hong Kong Police, and the government that backed it, endorsing the beatings, therefore working with the local mafia to deal with the protests.

By 8/13/2019, therefore, protestors were convinced that their opposition wasn’t beyond using very low blows to get their way. One could argue that they overreacted to the spy-reporter; the Western media, who had long trusted HKers to know what they were doing, expressed its disappointment, and the protestors soon apologised. The Chinese propaganda machine, of course, jumped at the chance of casting the protestors as bad people, and the online rally on Weibo ensued (It lasted for at least three days; Gg and Dd reblogged post about HK between 8/14/2019-8/16/2019).

That was, briefly, the story behind Gg and Dd’s Weibo reblog.

Why did I make a detour and write up this story? Because I’ve actually posted blatant propaganda on my blog—the Weibo post, with its red little box. However, does it still feel like propaganda with the story?

Therefore, I haven’t, and don’t plan on pressuring anyone to stop posting and re-blogging specific pieces of GgDd information—be it an ad as in this scenario, or propaganda material from films, series, government/state-controlled media announcements etc. That I believe everyone should set their own boundaries, be their own judge of what they’d like to share on their own blog aside, I think—and this is where my opinion may deviate from many—“canceling” falsehoods often isn’t the best way to deal with them.

This opinion is likely, again, coloured by my background.

My observations have been this: “cancelling” is effective only if the cancelling force is, overall, significantly stronger than the force being cancelled. In the scenario that prompted this post, making Gg’s Li-Ning ads disappear from the dash is only possible if there are more fans who ignore the ads than those who post and reblog them. “Canceling” is therefore a competition of headcount, with tactics for sidekick—the side with more people, and people who are good at disseminating information, decides the outcome: whether the intended-to-be-cancelled material go viral within the fandom, or whether they die out.

I’d like to highlight this word: headcount.

This isn’t the most favourable kind of competition to participate in, therefore, if the potential opposition belongs to the populous country in the world, its members, people who may have participated in fan circles, which are essentially fan armies who’ve been used to organising, battling on social media for their idols. I’ve previously set up a hypothetical scenario, in which Dd’s supertopic members were encouraged by their government to scale the Great Firewall to Twitter, spread their support of Xinjiang cotton—a scenario that is not totally unrealistic, given that the Chinese government has previously mobilised fans for propaganda purpose.

We’ll use this thought experiment again ~ please bear in mind, once more, that this is SJD; a figment of our imagination.

Since we’re talking about Li-Ning brand, let’s add Gg’s supertopic members to the mix. The total supertopics member count is 6.11 + 8.34 = 14.45 million, as of today (2021/04/04).

Let’s say, only a tiny, tiny percent—0.01% of them are mobilised; that’s 1,400 people.

Is it possible to cancel the voices, the retweets of 1,400 in Gg and Dd’s i-fandom? Cut down another 90%, reduce the opposition headcount to 140. Is it possible?

There are also overseas Chinese who do not intend to spread propaganda, but believe in the story and have no qualms disseminating the information. There are also fans who wish to remove politics from fandom and pass all information along.

Here lies the frustration of those who’ve tried to raise their voice of concerns re: the policies and practices of the Chinese government on social media; and this is why I mentioned that my background informed my opinion. On social media, where headcount and whoever shouts the loudest, retweet etc the most wins the exposure game, it’s nearly impossible to win against the Chinese Communist Party (CCP)’s propaganda machine, if the party chooses to have the machine running.

Their side has so many people.

One more RL example: here’s a scholarly article detailing how Diba (帝吧), an old, popular online forum in China with 20 million members, mobilised, collectively scaled the Firewall and engaged in a cyberattack of the Facebook page of Taiwanese President Tsai Ing-Wen on January 20, 2016 — the day of President Tsai Ing-wen’s first inauguration; they left a total of 26,000 comments against Taiwan independence, using Simplified Chinese (which China uses) for their font instead of Traditional Chinese (which Taiwan and Hong Kong uses)—ie, the commenters didn’t even pretend to be not from China. They were proud and open about their "Expedition”.

(China’s state-controlled tabloid Global Times—yes, the same one involved in the Hong Kong airport incident above—”concluded the campaign was a “fun normal incident” that showcased young people’s passion for politics”)

Is it possible to try to cancel something of that scale? Is it realistic?

Personally, therefore, I’ve always advocated for “immunisation”: rather than protecting a fact by wiping out its associated lies—the idea behind “cancelling” a message, not having it show up on the dash—I prefer to do so by allowing it to be visibly challenged, until observers are no longer easily swayed by falsehoods. I used Gg and Dd’s Weibo reblog re: Hong Kong police as an example—is the red little box propaganda, a challenge to the protests? Yes. Is it information that I deeply disagree with, something I wish I’ll never see again? Also yes. But by providing context to it, I’m hoping to turn it into a vaccine—something mimicking the virus, the potentially viral piece of information, but doesn’t function the same way anymore.

Hopefully, this vaccine will also encourage stop-and-think moments that boost future immunity; hopefully, with a few more boosters, questions will come automatically with such red little boxes reappear— questions about the context, the purpose, the message.

Questions like these, for this incident: why did the State media make this incident the “Gotcha” moment in the Hong Kong Protests, important enough for People’s Daily to make a rally-starting meme? Why was the reporter, Fu Guohao hailed as a hero, when he’d just got ... beaten up?

What did People’s Daily, and the government behind it, want people to find when the red little box popped up everywhere on Weibo, including the Weibo of the fastest rising stars from the hit summer TV series? What belief could be expected to be instilled into the audience with this photo, published by China’s state TV station (CGTN), of the reporter tied up to a luggage cart and surrounded by black-cladded protestors?

Who looked like the strong, evil side? The meek, good side? Why, finally, was the tag about the Hong Kong Police, when the conflict was between the protestors and an alleged Chinese state media reporter?

By then, Hong Kongers were already suspicious that the Hong Kong Police had been infiltrated by China’s law enforcement arm, from hints from the different dialects the police used, how they handled the protestors etc. It was the start the final break down of Hong Kong’s autonomy. Their suspicions were not wrong. Now, with the National Security Law having taken effect since July 2020, Hong Kong’s transformation into a police state is well under way.

What does the tag #I support Hong Kong Police too# mean now?

[Please excuse my using many examples from HK because 1) I’m familiar with the details; and 2) it’s the only instance in recent history in which the outside world can see, with relative clarity, a large-scale protest against the Chinese government and its outcome.]

Here’s my humble wish: next time, when a government-sponsored memes like this get translated and posted, be it originally reblogged by Gg, Dd, or other c-ent stars, be it on Twitter or Tumblr, the vaccinated, immunised will pause and wonder: What’s the story? What’s being told inside the Great Firewall, and outside?

If this happens, red little boxes on my blog, unpleasant as they are, are 100% worth it.

The Li-Ning ads are therefore worth it too, IMO, if they spark a conversation, a dissemination of facts and perspectives. To me, the latter is especially precious in this fandom, where significant language and cultural barriers exist. Fans who move Gg and Dd’s news and candies from Weibo are the pillars of this fandom. Sieving through that website is hard, translations harder; it’s unfair and unrealistic to ask them to also be the background knowledge deliverers.

I’ve tried to do a small part, but I’m ... slow. Very, very slow. However, even if the background isn’t available, I’ve found being careful, skeptical about the information is already a very good thing. At heart, this is no different from the lessons from media literacy here, except there are even more falsehoods and half-truths to wade through given the country of origin of Gg and Dd’s material, and trustworthy sources are not always available. Li-Ning brand is an example that things do not need to be blatant propaganda to carry a pro-CCP message.

What can i-fans do then about the Xinjiang cotton situation, if competing against the Chinese government propaganda machine on social media appears to be a losing game?

My thoughts are these, at the moment. First, please consider not dwelling on the competition, especially within fandom. Remember: getting several fewer fans to buy Li-Ning brand isn’t going to change the big picture.

Instead, if this is an area of activism you choose to participate in—please consider channeling your effort to watching the companies in your country. Put pressure on sustainability & good practice certification companies like Better Cotton Initiative, make sure they don’t, can’t have it both ways. Xinjiang cotton is either certified or it isn’t. There’re suspicions of forced labor on its production or there aren’t. The answer should be a simple yes or no, not whether the office is in Geneva or in Shanghai.

This is an answer that we, as consumers, have the right to know. Transparency in China isn’t for us to demand; we can, however, demand transparency in our own country. Remember too: it makes a far, far greater difference for one international company to re-consider its cotton source, than for one fandom to do the same.

Meanwhile, and again, this is my humble opinion—please do whatever you’re comfortable with, that is within your ability, to fortify your stance. Should you choose to speak out online, you’ll likely meet opposition. Responses on current events from the Chinese Foreign Ministry (you can also find the spokespeople on Twitter) can offer a glimpse of the counterarguments you may meet. How will you answer them? Here’s a clip of one of the spokespeople arguing that the US used to use black slavery to pick cotton in the past. If you’re American and this is presented to you—what would you say? (Does mistakes by one country in the past mean mistakes by another country in the present is automatically acceptable?) The opposition may also use vicious words, the most extreme of which is probably “racist”. If someone call you racist—if many Twitter users scream racist!!!!!!!! at you at the same time for your critique—can you stand firm?

[The pro-CCP camp has been taking advantage of the West’s effort to move forward from its racist past to stop any criticism of the Chinese government. It already knows the easiest way to silence the criticisms is to call whoever makes them racist.]

[If everyone fears the racist allegation, allows the conflation of Chinese government and Chinese people to take root, will there be more or less anti-Asian sentiments in the long run?]

[I’ve been called racist by writing these metas.]

The last thing I’d like to say is this: please be kind to your fellow fans who’ve kept mum, or been hesitant about making their stance known. Some may be closely connected to China, others may not be in a psychological / health space to deal with the politics. Also, and here’s my default way of looking at this: I disagree with the idea that anyone owes anyone else a declaration of their political beliefs. I can’t imagine this issue to be an easy thing to think about for many Gg and Dd fans, myself most definitely included ~ as a (former) Hong Konger, a uniformed Gg or Dd gives me an unpleasant visceral response, but at the same time, it also means I’m used to accepting, even genuinely liking people on the other side of this political ... Grand Canyon. I can imagine the conflict, the pain this issue may have caused some fans who’re not accustomed to the latter, as being a fan, IMO, is never purely logical ~ and I mean that in the best of ways.

Passion is the magic ingredient that separates a fan and a consumer. It’s also what makes choices difficult, when conclusions from logic, political stance included, conflict with it. Some make the hard choices quickly; some, slowly. Some make them in one go; some, piece by piece. Some never make them, let time be the decision maker.

As Dd said so famously and wisely, about the conflict between passion and logic: 愛就是這樣，沒有辦法 Love is like that. Nothing can be done.

The only common denominator is this: we’re all made to love.

❤️.💛.💚.

#pie metas #yizhan #bjyx

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anomander-dragnipurake · 4 years

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Ghosts

I initially had the idea to do this fic a while ago, even before I started writing my first Super Mario fic. I finally got around to it for Halloween after being reminded of the idea via coming across a fanart piece that depicted a similar idea. I'd link it because it's sort of fic inspiration but it's buried deep in the Bowuigi tag on Tumblr and in the reblogs on my main blog.

Of course the hotel was haunted, why wouldn’t it be? Just when he thought he was finally free of having to deal with ghosts, this had to happen. Finding the Poltergust in the garage – indicating E. Gadd was here somewhere too, probably trapped in a portrait – was a sheer stroke of luck because Luigi had neglected to bring his own ghost hunting equipment. This one was the new model E. Gadd had been telling him about too which was neat expect for the fact that he now had to use it to deal with a hotel full of ghosts.

Before getting to that though, he glanced around the garage one last time to make sure he was alone before pulling out his phone. He needed to call Bowser, tell him not to come day after tomorrow after all. They’d been planning to have him show up at the hotel a couple days later and then finally reveal their relationship to Mario and Peach because away from home while on vacation when everyone was already in a good mood seemed like a good place to do that. But ghosts had happened instead so it’d have to wait.

Though it wasn’t super late into the night yet, hopefully Bowser would already be sleeping so Luigi could just leave a message. There was a very real chance Bowser would want to come anyway to punch the ghosts over their plans being ruined and only get himself in trouble. Luigi would rather not have to try to dissuade him from that so… He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, what’s up?” he said. “Aren’t you normally in bed by now?”

“Uh… yeah but um… well turns out the hotel’s haunted, it was a trap from King Boo. He uh… yeah, stuff happened and I have to deal with it.” He needed to save Mario and Peach, the Toads too. “So, you probably shouldn’t come after all. We’ll have to tell them… later.” Both of them had kept finding reasons to put it off, figures after finally committing to a plan something would go wrong with it.

“He got Mario again, didn’t he?”

“Yep and Peach and the Toads and probably E. Gadd too, since his car is here but he’s not.”

Bowser grunted. “How does King Boo keep beating Mario when I never could?”

“Please not now.” Mario was in danger; Luigi didn’t want to hear about Bowser’s rivalry with him when that was a thing.

“Oh uh… all right, sorry. You okay?” All the gruff bravado was gone from Bowser’s voice now. Instead he sounded concerned which meant Luigi’s plea had been filled with more desperation than he’d intended.

“No, not really.” How could he be in this situation? What if he couldn’t beat King Boo this time? Or what if… King Boo took it further and killed Mario before Luigi could get there to even try to save him?

“Right, you’re afraid of ghosts, huh?”

“I know I probably shouldn’t be anymore.” He’d dealt with two full hauntings and captured King Boo twice as well so logically he shouldn’t be afraid anymore but alas, his fear had never been rooted in anything logical. “But… they’re still scary.” He leaned against E. Gadd’s car, holding back a grown. This ‘adventure’ had only just started and he was already tired.

“All righty then,” Bowser said as if reaching some kind of decision. “I’ll go over and beat the ghosts up for you. Except me in however long it takes my fastest air ship to get there.”

“What? No, no, no, you don’t need to come down here. I can handle it on my own.” It was too late though; the line was dead.

Luigi groaned as he flipped his phone closed to slip back into his pockets. Now he had to save his brother and friends and watch out for when Bowser arrived to hopefully make sure King Boo didn’t get him too. Could the night get any worse?

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The hotel was rather drab looking in the dark of night, there wasn’t a light on anywhere inside it. It had looked much better in the brochures so it was a disappointment all around. Vacation wasn’t what Bowser was here for though so whatever. Maybe a dark hotel would serve as a good arena to beat up some ghosts and King Boo though.

Mario was going to be so shocked when he saw it was Bowser who’d save him this time. That would count as finally besting him too, right? Defeating the person who’d defeated him was basically a victory over both of them, right? So, this was going to be a fun outing after all.

With a signal from him, the ship flew in closer to hover over the roof. “Circle at a distance until I call you back,” he instructed the shy guy at the wheel before vaulting over the edge. In hindsight, even with how much it would’ve slowed down the ship, he probably should’ve brought in a troop of minions for backup but he’d been in such a hurry and hadn’t wanted to wait for an entire troop to get ready to broad it and now it was too late. Whatever though, he could handle King Boo and his tiny boos by himself.

He landed on the hotel’s roof with a thud, the tiles cracking beneath his weight. Glancing around he was disappointed to see that the roof was empty. What his exact plan was, he had no idea but he didn’t a plan, he’d just wing it like he normally did and it should be fine.

The roof was pretty barren and thus it didn’t take him long to locate a possible way down so he could enter in properly through a window or something. Before he could start to descend though…

“Why are you here?”

He snapped around to see King Boo had come out of seemingly nowhere. He was holding a portrait of Princess Peach, which knowing King Boo’s powerset, meant it probably was her. Bowser had given up courting her a long time ago and had only continued to kidnap her to lure Mario in for another rematch. He no longer even did that because Luigi had decided to convince him not to which had ultimately resulted in their current relationship. But it still made him mad because if anyone was going to capture her, it should’ve been him. He at least treated her right, the way a princess should be treated, not trapping her in a portrait. So…

“I’m here to kick your ass,” he said with a slight growl as he balled up his hands into fists. He would’ve preferred to start with a blast of fire but he wasn’t sure how flammable Peach’s portrait was and he wasn’t going to risk damaging it and possibly her.

King Boo raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You’ll make a nice portrait so sure, I won’t question my good fortune, let’s fight.”

Bowser lunged at him even before finished speaking, intending to grab and rip Peach’s portrait out of his hands. But King Boo floated higher, dodging with seemingly little effort. And he was out of Bowser’s range completely, such bullshit.

With a flash of light from King Boo’s crown, there was suddenly an empty portrait floating beside him. “Sorry this isn’t much of a fight, I got stuff to do,” he said as it starting glowing, pulling Bowser in.

Like hell was he gonna be turned into wall art. He’d blast the damn thing to bits with fire and then…

Next thing he knew, he was indoors and looking down at Luigi instead of up at King Boo. It felt kind of like waking up after a too long nap. He breathed out the breath he’d been taking, releasing a puff of smoke instead of the mighty blast of fire he’d intended it to be. He glanced around at the room, it seemed to be an office of some sort. “What happened? Where am I?” he said as he looked back down.

Luigi looked tired but otherwise mostly fine. He had the Poltergust on his back but a different model than the one he’d shown Bowser. This one had a clear tank with something green inside it. “You were captured by King Boo and turned into a portrait,” he said. “Why did you have come? I tried to tell you not to.”

“Because I wanted to.” Bowser always did whatever he wanted.

“Yeah but why?”

“You’re scared of ghosts, I wanted to beat them up for you.” And he still would, he just had to try a little harder. There were few problems that couldn’t be solved with a good punch and/or blast of fire.

“Oh uh… thanks for the thought.” The slight blush on Luigi’s face as he lifted his free hand to rub the back of his neck was cute and made look slightly less tired. “But I um… I’m fine. I can handle it by myself.”

Bowser sighed as he crossed his arms. He wasn’t too good at reading other people’s emotions but… “You don’t seem fine.”

Luigi deflated a little, letting out a heavy sigh. “It’s scary and I’m tired and… scared and stuff. Gotta save my bro though so…” he trialed off with a shrug. “You should probably go the garage but uh… I’m not sure how I’m going to explain your presence to E. Gadd and the Toads, that’s going to be awkward but I’m not sure where else would be safe.”

“Fuck that, it’s personal now, I’m going to beat up King Boo.” No way would Bowser ever stand for such a humiliating defeat. So he turned to march out the room.

Before he could take more a few steps though Luigi grabbed his arm pulling him back. Bowser could easily just drag him along or pick up and carry him with him or even just shake him off entirely but didn’t.

“You can’t,” Luigi said. “He’ll just turn you into a portrait again so… please don’t. I already have to save Mario and Peach, I don’t want to have to save you again too.” He sounded desperate and scared and… it made Bowser feel bad. “So just… let me do it.”

“You’re scared of ghosts though.” So he shouldn’t even want to do this.

“Yeah but… you need special equipment for hunting ghosts and… I’ve never lost to them so… I can handle it.” He was full on hugging Bower’s arm now, making it even harder to pull away.

Bowser could only sigh at that. “All right, fine, I’ll just help you then.” He could do that much at least. “I’m not letting that bastard get away with beating me so easily and I’m not letting you face the ghosts on your own when you’re so scared of them. And there’s nothing you can do to convince me to hide in some stupid safe place instead.”

Luigi looked like he wanted to protest but sighed instead as he rested the side of his face against Bowser’s upper arm. “Okay, that works, I guess. It’s… kind of nice to have some company anyway I suppose, it gets kind of lonely sometimes.”

Bowser grunted instead of trying to come up with a reply because he wasn’t sure how to. “Let’s go,” he said instead, gesturing towards the rooms exit. He wanted to see how Luigi fought ghosts, he’d been curios about what that was like ever since Luigi had told him about it. “I can’t wait to see the look on Mario’s face when I help save him.”

Luigi chuckled nervously. “That’s uh… certainly going to be an interesting meeting.”

#My writing #super mario bros #Luigi's Mansion #Bowuigi #canon divergence #established relationship #Luigi's mansion 3

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snowbellewells · 3 years

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Self-Promo Sunday: “A Cottage by the Sea”

Good news, shipmates!! There’s a reason I am promo-ing this fic this Sunday. I finally have a new (and rather lengthy) update for this long neglected fic ready to go tomorrow. It’s been such a while though that I felt like I should tease it a bit and put the story back in peoples’ memories - as well as post easy links to the previous chapters. To those who have been waiting, I am truly sorry. After this, there should only be one more part, more of an epilogue really, so you shouldn’t have too much more waiting in store...

(Also always, a HUGE thank you to @searchingwardrobes for the stunning fic cover art! And to @kmomof4 and the @cssns20 for patience as this story stretched out so long, and for the reblogs and recognition.)

Summary: Princess Emma has always been drawn to the shores of Misthaven, where the sea meets the sand near her parents’ castle. When an unknown boy washes up on the beach, with eyes as fathomless and blue as the waters that brought him to her, he soon becomes Emma’s best friend, her partner in crime, and her other half. But the tides give and the tides take away, and as her blue-eyed boy sails in her father’s navy and risks all in defense of those who made him family, unexpected danger and challenge will try to tear them apart, and might well show him just where he came from that day he first appeared to her from the sea…

Previous chapters here on Tumblr: Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Previous chapters on AO3: Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

And, as promised, a bit of a teaser for the tomorrow’s update... ;)

“...No sooner had Emma been able to swallow hard in a throat suddenly parched with apprehension, her fingers clenched in the material of Killian’s sleeve, above all else determined she wouldn’t let him be taken from her again, when everything around them went horribly, unnaturally still. The waves, the wind, all their surroundings silently seeming to hold their breath before chaos broke loose. For one last moment, she and her lieutenant fixed their eyes on each other; wordlessly swearing to see each other on the other side, whether or not it was within their power to follow through on such a promise. Then he turned to face his sire - if one could truly be made to believe that the monstrous captain towering over them at the prow of the other ship could have had any connection to the true and honorable man Killian had become. Intending to remain at his back, to do whatever she could to help him fight and keep them afloat, Emma straightened her shoulders and stiffened her spine as they waited and watched.

Sound and fury returned to the world around them as the accursed captain reached the very helm of his ship, bringing him fully into view as his low, malevolent chuckle at their show of resolve seemed to set the waves crashing and churning once more. “Oh ho, Killian, you’ve brought your intended to our long-awaited reunion, have you? Not particularly well-advised, but she is a pretty wench. I supposed I can see why you’d be loath to leave her behind.”

Killian’s frown deepend, the muscle in his jaw working as he bit down on his anger. Those eyes that she usually likened to the brilliance of a summer sky or the blue of his beloved ocean were instead lit with the pale fire of the hottest of flames at Davy’s callous words. “Hardly,” he clipped in a low growl. “I had no intention of meeting you at all. And I’ll not have you getting anywhere near Emma.”

“Is that so?” Davy snarled, his own temper seeming to erupt at his offspring’s defiance. “We’ll just see about that!”

The waves their little boat floated upon suddenly seemed propelled forward, rising on a towering crest of water as if drawn to Davy’s hand. Skilled a sailor as Killian was, there was no steering them anywhere else when the very elements were turned against them. The air seemed to quiver just as Emma found herself doing, as they came face-to-face with the accursed being. The boards of the vessel beneath their feet groaned and creaked as the frothing sea bearing it seemed ready to dash it to kindling. The air whistled and howled, whipping her hair against her face until she was nearly blinded. And yet, she saw the horrifying shade who faced them, the dark cloud of obsession clouding eyes which might once have been clear and striking as the sons he claimed as his own. He stood taller than the average man, seeming even larger with the wild hair and wide-brimmed, ostentatiously old-fashioned hat atop his head. All his dress was from a more ornate and bygone age, and yet looked gone to ruin rather than impressive; almost mildewed, or perhaps it was a growth of some sort of moss or coral upon his apparel after so long within the sea. Beyond the visible appearance however, the aura of evil power practically radiated from his being, and Emma felt herself draw back before even realizing she had done so.

Pleased with the nightmare impression he never failed to make, Davy Jones chortled in maniacal glee. “Oh yes, I see you there, Princess. Try not to fret overmuch. No matter how brave, they always cower before me in the end.”

She wanted to contradict his words, to call back that Killian wasn’t afraid and that she believed in him, but Emma found her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth, speechless and unable to react other than to stare, frozen, until with one last murderous crow, Davy cackled, “You’re both in my clutches, and no hope to escape. Look your last on the world above...”

Tagging a few who might be interested... @cssns @jennjenn615 @kmomof4 @searchingwardrobes @whimsicallyenchantedrose @laschatzi @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @optomisticgirl @tiganasummertree @linda8084 @lfh1226-linda @jrob64 @stahlop @elizabeethan @donteattheappleshook @winterbaby89 @resident-of-storybrooke @darkcolinodonorgasm @thislassishooked @xsajx @drowned-dreamer @thisonesatellite @shireness-says @aloha-4-ever @ultraluckycatnd

#self promo sunday #cssns20 fic #cs au mc #a cottage by the sea #enchanted forest au ff #lieutenant duckling au #part five teaser

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protectwoc · 4 years

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why all reylos are racist

y’all can go ahead and cancel me now because some of you are not going to like what i have to say and i am completely okay with that.

this recent gq interview with john boyega has incensed me. hearing all the things he went through, from disney and from “fans” and with no support from anyone… i’m livid. sometimes when i think about it for too long i start shaking, i’m so furious. and the response from the reylo fandom has infuriated me to a degree i honestly didn’t know was possible.

some of you may have seen my recent tumblr rampage. it’s reylo bullying hours here on my blog, and i’m not sorry either. one person threatened to post screenshots of my comments, which like… okay? i know what the fuck i said, it wasn’t that long ago. in fact i was going to include the screenshots in this post right here, but they blocked me before i had the chance. sorry. i’m sure somebody has them. anyway…

over the past two days in the star wars fandom we have seen something unprecedented: an outpouring of support for john boyega. both reylos and anti-reylos have joined forces to voice support for john in the wake of the gq interview (and the blm protests, let’s be real, some of y’all would not have given half a fuck if it wasn’t suddenly cool to be antiracist). and this showing of unity is one of the most rage-inducing things i’ve ever seen in a fandom (which is saying something; i have seen some shit).

reylo fandom, full offense intended, but where the fuck do you get off? you’re supporting john now? where was this support when tfa came out and you couldn’t stand the thought of him next to your white-girl-self-insert? where was it when tlj came out and your boy ryan completely sidelined him? where was it earlier this fucking year when y’all twisted a harmless joke (like yall haven’t spent years writing reylo-throne-room-sex-meta BULLSHIT) and ignored the vile racist shit coming from your own fav’s mouth? but you’re supporting him now? now that being antiracist is trendy? fuck outta here with that bullshit.

your fandom is the reason for the vast majority of the absolutely subhuman treatment john has endured over the last few years. your fandom influenced ryan (yes i know what his name is) to write tlj the way he did, you have behaved indefensibly here on tumblr.hell writing and drawing and fantasizing about all sorts of racist bullshit, and y’all have STAYED in his twitter mentions spewing hatred seven ways to sunday. but NOW, without a shred of self-reflection, you’re supporting him? now his experiences are valid?

the way that your fandom refuses to take accountability for its actions makes me see red. y’all stay on some “not all reylos” nonsense and i am SICK OF IT. i’m only gonna say this once, and i want you to hear me: you cannot be a reylo and be “antiracist”. you cannot participate in a fandom that has behaved the way yours has and say “blm, uwu acab.” you can’t. like do you think black people are dumb? that we can’t see right through you? we can.

“but rae,” i hear you whining. “you’re gonna say just because i like two characters together i’m a racist?” and of course not. that would be ludicrous. i think just because you knowingly engage and participate in a fandom that has racism encoded in its dna, you’re a racist. i think because y’all are in bed with racist harassers, racist trolls, and racist content creators, you’re a racist. that’s what the fuck i think. y’all lost the right to “it’s just a ship” me the instant you dragged john boyega into this.

here’s an example: i watched tfa about three days after it came out. i watched the first half, saw the obvious relationship set up between finn and rey, and thought, “aw, cute.” then i watched kylo and rey fight, watch him offer to teach her, and thought, “... interesting.”

when i got home i checked tumblr for finnrey content, saw the outpouring of love from black fans, all the cute fanart and fics blooming, and smiled. then, slowly, guiltily, i searched “reylo.”

BOOM. racism. the things i saw in the tag that night are tattooed on my brain. reylos rejoicing about the obvious rey/kyle pairing because “sw would never put her with that monkey finn”. calling him an “oaf”, “useless”, “bumbling”, “stupid”. reylos joking about how “when they talked about the Dark side, [they] didn’t think they meant that kind of dark.” “woke” reylos pretending to ship stormpilot in an obvious ploy to get finn away from kylo. and in between all of that, cute ship art. fun fics. talented gif makers. and nobody saying shit about the reprehensible behavior going on in their tag.

reylo is built on a foundation of racism. from that first week, racism has been woven into the fabric of your fandom, and it’s been going unchecked. and i don’t mean calling out other reylos. that’s not enough. i mean taking actual steps. y’all have been sitting in a cesspool of racism for five years, and its time for you to get the fuck out or shut the fuck up about being an “ally”. y’all need to leave this fandom.

don’t agree? here’s another story. in 2017, when i still watched supergirl (before i grew taste) i shipped karamel. for those of you who don’t know, karamel is the ship of kara zor-el (supergirl) and mon-el, her second love interest. when supergirl was moved to the cw for its second season, the decision was made to abruptly end her romance with jimmy olsen, played by mecahd brooks (a black man) and replace him with mon-el, played by chris wood, a white man, who was revealed to be, among other things, an alien slaveowner, as well as a playboy and all-around terrible person. and i shipped them. look, i’m not defending myself, but i never really bought the chemistry between jimmy and kara. even though mon-el’s introduction and the way that they carelessly disregarded kara’s feelings for jimmy made me uncomfortable, i thought the way melissa played her attraction to chris wood was more believable (and again, i’m not defending myself, but they are now married so it’s not like i was wrong). so i shipped them. simple as that, right?

well, no. not really. because the inherent racism in the way the writers wrote out her admittedly sweet romance with a black man in favor of a white slaveowner jerk kept bothering me. and finally i decided that it made me too uncomfortable to participate in. i never really reblogged any karamel fandom stuff, but i completely divorced myself from the fandom. i stopped reading karamel fic, and i switched to reblogging exclusively jimmy/kara content until the fandom died out/i stopped watching. i made a choice that real life racism is more important to me than a fucking fandom or a ship, and then i acted accordingly. simple as that.

and i’m not saying you have to stop liking the reylo dynamic. i still like the chemistry between kara and mon-el. i’ve shipped problematic ships before (bamon comes to mind) and i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that (to a point). but there’s a difference between liking a ship dynamic and engaging and contributing to a fan culture of racism. you have to stop participating in the fandom. y’all are in bed with people indistinguishable from confederate-flag-waving-all-lives-matter-touting racists and you don’t feel the need to get out of that environment? there comes a certain point where you have to decide if fandom bullshit is more important to you than fighting racism, and unfortunately, reylos have chosen wrong. that, ladies and gentlemen, is why all reylos are racist, regardless of what they say. roll credits.

except i have more to say, so i’m gonna say it. first of all, i’m not trying to hold myself up as some kind of paragon of virtue. i’m not holier-than-thou because all my ships are “woke” or whatever. chemistry is subjective, and we’re all going to be attracted to different ship dynamics, and there’s nothing wrong with that in theory. what matters is the execution. i finally had to say one day, “you know, this ship and the racist baggage it carries is actually less important to me than battling systemic racism on every level, including the fandom level”. y’all thought being antiracist was gonna be easy? that you wouldn’t have to make some actual changes, to make some actual sacrifices? sorry not sorry to disappoint. and if i, a normal-ass person with flaws and problematic thinking that i’m still dealing with and the whole ine yards, can make that decision, then other people should be required to as well.

(what really irks me is that the karamel fandom wasn’t even really that bad! i definitely could have gotten away with being a karamel stan in 2017. thankfully the supercat and supercorp shippers were doing the lord’s work and bullying them into submission (don’t think i’m letting y’all off the hook either, y’all have got some racism to deal with as well but that’s an essay for another day) but like most of the racism happened at the writing level; the fandom itself wasn’t engaging in racist clownery on the regular. but like the reylos are. y’all see racist bullshit coming from your neighbor, fav fic writer, artist, gif maker, whatever, and don’t say shit? don’t feel the need to distance yourself from them? gtfoh.)

i made this argument earlier when i was on my rampage (which i’m still on btw so don’t clown in my inbox, you will get your shit rocked) but i’m going to make it again because i feel like its important to note. when i pointed out that existing in the reylo fandom while you are aware of its racism makes you complicit in that racism, a white reylo told me earlier that (paraphrasing, my memory’s not as good as it used to be and i did mention that they’d blocked me) “you don’t solve a problem like systemic racism by ignoring it. leaving the fandom would be allowing it to happen.” when i pointed out that that’s police officer rhetoric almost verbatim, she (a white reylo) admonished me (a black woman) not to compare police brutality to a “ship war.” lmao.

look, clearly y’all need a refresher on what “systemic” means. it means, quite simply, that there are systems, large and small, allow for racism to exist, and it also means that allowing for racism to exist on the small scale means expecting it on a large one. like you think police officers spring fully formed from the head with racist ideals already ingrained? no! they learn it and learn to justify it with “well just because my friend made a racist joke doesn’t make me a racist” and “just because i laughed at my friend’s using a racist term in my video game doesn’t make me a racist” and “just because my friend is a racist doesn’t mean i’m a racist” and then we have people watching their coworkers kneel on a man’s back for 8 minutes with no remorse. i’m not gonna solve police brutality by fighting reylos on tumblr, but fandom racism is real racism with consequences on our world, and i don’t tolerate ANY type of racism. and the fact that you are so willing to not just tolerate it but justify it should say something to you.

and not all reylos are like this. similar to cops, good reylos don’t last. i have seen people grow so disgusted by the racism in the reylo fandom that they publicly turned their backs on it, and those reylos i respect. you’ve heard of “the only good cop is an ex-cop” well get ready for “the only good reylo is an ex-reylo”.

(and also like far be it from me to justify a cop but one could at least say they have their livelihoods to think about (not like they couldn’t just pick a nonmurderous profession but i digress) but you reylos can’t even choose between taking a stance against the hateful and unjustified bullying of a man who had the audacity to… get a job (?)... over a ship? come on now.)

the point of all this is, for all their posturing about “being antiracist” and “fuck 12” and “support john boyega”, reylos have decided that a relationship between two fictional people is more important than all the black and brown people who are hurt by that decision and the consequences of that decision. and before y’all pull some “b-but there are POC reylos!” (stop fucking using poc as an adjective, its a noun, it stands for person of color, please use it as such) internalized racism is a thing. busting out your token “reylo of color” (see how easy that was?) is not going to change my mind. all reylos are complicit in the racism of their peers, and being complicit makes you culpable. full stop.

and that is why the public support of john boyega from the reylo fandom has me seeing red. renounce your fandom or keep that man’s name out of your mouth. anyway, this was long and ranty and entirely stream-of-consciousness and i’m refusing to edit it so it’s probably completely incomprehensible to anyone besides me but if you made it this far thanks for reading ig. all reylos are racist, blm, fuck 12, acab, stan john boyega, don’t clown in my inbox unless you’re coming to bully me for being a karamel shipper, which i deserve (or do, i couldn’t give less of a fuck). good night.

#john boyega #anti reylo #raetalks

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ljf613 · 3 years

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I mostly agree with the post about nsfw and fandom you reblogged, and by no means do I intend to come off as rude, but in light of the recent drama within the atla fandom with several adult creators being exposed for making nsfw content of the characters (who are minors and from a children's cartoon), I'm curious if your stance only applies to fandoms where the main characters are canonically above the age of consent and/or it is marketed to adults/not meant for kids or all fandoms?

Look, I’m not into NSFW. I don’t write it, I don’t like looking at art/fanart of it, and I very rarely read it. It’s not for me.

I got into fandom years ago, when I was but a young, prudish (even more than I am now) teenager. This was long before I’d even heard of tumblr-- there were years when my only real exposure to fancontent was AO3 (and the occasional googled fanart).

My first fandom was Miraculous Ladybug. For anyone who doesn’t know, that’s a kids cartoon show where the vast majority of the cast are middle schoolers (13-15 years old). And this is what the rating/warnings on AO3 currently look like:

Not exactly huge numbers of NSFW stuff, but not insignificant, either.

For a very long time, the first thing I did when I went to any fandom’s page to look for fics was block all NR, M, and E fics. (It didn’t matter what fandom it was. It could be a kids cartoon or an adult sitcom-- I did not care.) Even now, the “show me adult content without checking” box on my AO3 settings remains unchecked. Which means every single time I click on a fic that’s not rated G or T, I’m prompted with a page that says: “This work could have adult content. If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.“

But here’s the thing. Because I spent so much time not actually interacting with other fans outside of the comment section (I didn’t even get a beta or discord until, like, six months ago), I had absolutely no concept of fandom culture. (As for ship wars? The second thing I did after blocking ratings I didn’t want to see was block all the ships I wasn’t interested in.)

Which meant I actually got to form my own opinions. I didn’t have anyone telling me that there was a writer/fic I wasn’t supposed to like, or a ship that was actually super-toxic, or a headcanon I wasn’t allowed to have. Cancel culture/purity culture wasn’t even on my radar.

So the idea of “people shouldn’t be allowed to do/write/draw certain things in fandom spaces not designed for it” never entered my consciousness. I’d never even considered such a thing until I’d been on tumblr a while and saw someone posting something to the degree of “if you like/support/ship [x], unfollow me now because I want nothing to do with you.”

And I was absolutely flabbergasted. Sure, I didn’t like/appreciate certain content (such as NSFW), but that was my opinion. Just because it wasn’t something I was interested in didn’t mean I had any problems with other people doing/supporting/creating it.

I come to fandom because I enjoy it. I like writing fanfics, I like sharing cool fanart I’ve discovered, I like being able to talk about my metas and headcanons. If other people want to do the same, go for it! As long as you tag your content so people know what they’re getting into and can choose to avoid it, you’re fine.

In regards to your specific question (”in light of the recent drama within the atla fandom with several adult creators being exposed for making nsfw content of the characters”), I will be super blunt: I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve encountered NSFW art on this site (and people who post NSFW stories on here always clearly mark them at the top so others can avoid them if they want to). And that was after I had figured out that tumblr had tag blocking and blacklisted “nsfw.”

Which suggests one of two things:

1) The people protesting are actively looking for this content for the sake of being able to protest it. This is disturbing on many levels. If you find certain content objectionable/squicky/triggering, don’t go out of your way to look for it! And just like you can do what you want on your blog, other people have the right to do what they want on their blog.

2) The people protesting have a very different definition of NSFW than I do. Which doesn’t surprise me in the least. For example, I’ve heard a lot of these same people say that anyone who ships any ship where one character is canonically a minor and the other is an adult is a pedophile. And I’m just like..... what on earth? I didn’t say I want them to get together right this second! (And even if I did, fiction =/= reality.) (But apparently “aging characters up is wrong!” Except.... everyone ages characters up for one thing or another. So aging characters up for a married domestic fluff story or a drawing of them with their children is okay. But aging them up so a four year age difference is totally acceptable is not okay? Does not compute.)

What this all boils down is consent. Not the consent of the characters (they’re fictional, they can’t consent to anything), but the consent of the viewers. “I’m a minor, and I don’t consent to view this particular content!” That’s perfectly fine. You know what you do? You block that ship/tag/etc, and you move on with your life. (See this post for more on personal agency and consent in fandom spaces.)

I don’t tell people what they are and aren’t allowed to like. Period.

#purity culture #cancel culture #thoughts #anti anti #you do you #i'll do me #avatar the last airbender #y'all need to chill

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Name: Luna

Nationality: Spanish

Languages: Spanish, English, Catalan

Writing Blog URL(s): @moonlightjeno

What fandom(s) do you write for? NCT Dream (ot7) and I want to start writing for Ateez. Though you may find a couple of BTS and NCT 127/WayV pieces but those tend to be spontaneous as I don’t feel as comfortable writing for them.

Star Sign: Leo

MBTI: INFP - T

Favorite color: Sunset

Favorite food: Pizza

Favorite movie: Avatar! Yes, the one with blue people.

Favorite ice cream flavor: Cookies n cream.

Favorite animal: Wolf and red tailed hawks.

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? Neither.

Dream job: Vet for wildlife and endangered species at an animal sanctuary.

Go-to karaoke song: Have never been to a karaoke so not really sure.

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? Shapeshifting so I could fly but also be able to breath underwater.

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? Definitely the Cretaceous, I just love dinosaurs.

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? Most definitely not, I believe that everything one does is meant and we just gotta adjust. So anything I might regret I learn from and everything I’ve experienced has shaped me in some way or form.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? As someone who works with chickens (they’re devils) I think a 100 chicken-sized horses because I love horses and they’re a lot more chill if given care. Chickens are crazy dude.

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? I guess either the nerd or jock? I’m a mix of both.

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? Most definitely! If we exist why can’t there be others?

You just won a ticket for a free vacation! Where are you going and why? Africa! In specific Kenya and Zimbabwe as they have some of the largest animal sanctuaries and I would love to both learn more about the culture and see all the animals to help as much as possible.

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? When I’m writing a new fic I tend to have a playlist in the background and the mood of the fic tends to go in the direction of the music. And a couple of spontaneous dance sessions occur.

When did you post your first piece? Damn. I think the first official piece that made me want to start writing again was a Yuta timestamp? I wrote for a friend originally and then posted on May 12.

Who is your favorite person to write about? Lee Jeno. I’m definitely biased (as my masterlist can prove) but he’s just easy to write. I love writing other members but Jeno is always a sort of enigma that I can change but still apply the qualities that I just love about. Though I love writing about Cael (an oc from my novel).

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? I tend to write a mix of fluff and angst (sometimes crack but im horrible at humour *sigh*). I’m someone who reads for character development, so i always feel like angst is a way to develop a character especially in longer fics and helps it just make it more poetic. One of my favorite things to write is the description of emotions so angst is always a great way to convey that but then fluff to show the change in the characters.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc? I write member x reader, and try to make it as gender neutral as possible but at times it is easier to make it female x member as that’s just what I know best.

Why did you start writing on Tumblr? I’m not exactly sure. I’ve always loved writing and creating stories, I had been on a slump from my novel and wanted to do something more lighthearted (which my novel is not) so when my friend liked the little timestamp I wrote for her about yuta it gave me confidence to post it online. And now here we are.

What inspires you to write? Music! Honestly I could hear a song and think of a plot on the spot, music is one of the most beautiful and inspiring sources I think one can have. But also daily life experiences and dreams!!

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? Idol verse is something I always love and adore! But also creating my own world is something that I’ve always found interesting as it allows me more creative direction!

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? Honestly I’m a sucker for the classics, any best friends to lovers or E2L trope I will love. I wouldn’t say I can’t stand any tropes but either werewolf tropes (bc they tend to just focus on the smut or possessiveness without any character development) or like ceo/boss tropes I just don’t really care for.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? Music music music! There might be a pattern there. But if it’s a specific piece that I was already working on (like the current mark envy fic) I give it a couple of days and see if I can think of a way around whatever is blocking me. I also like to talk it out with my moots (bless them I love y’all) and read different fanfics/books because sometimes it’s just I’m not sure how to express the feeling correctly.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? My favorite work has got to be the Jeno 10 things + then some. I’d had the idea of writing something based off one of my favorite rom-coms 10 things I hate about you for a while and it was supposed to originally be a video edit. But I wasn’t sure how to go with that, and when I looked at the poem (after watching the movie again) it seemed as if my brain just clicked. I knew Jeno would have to be Patrick. It was just clear in my mind, and he was my ult so it was easiest to write. Thankfully everyone seemed to like it and it became my most successful fic too! After almost a month of writing and editing I was very happy with the result and the feedback blew me away.

What do you think makes a good story? When you feel something move. When you finish the story no matter who’s in it (whether bias or not in terms of fanfic) or an original character and you are now attached to the character. I think as long as the story is able to make you feel something, then it’s good. It’s done its purpose. Though seeing how characters change and develop are always a plus it isn’t always possible such as in short drabbles or timestamps.

What is your writing process like? Very very chaotic. Honestly my ideas tend to spring out of nowhere and be really clear or just be very hazy. I tend to have a bunch of ideas in my mind which I’ll write down (the general plot of) but I tend to only work on one draft at a time so I don’t mix the characters.

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? I think there is some sort of difference, as fanfiction is the expanding of a persons personality. We grab what we think we know and what the celebrity or character has displayed and expand upon it in either our own universe or the world we already know. While original prose is more of a start from scratch on the characters flaws and qualities.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? Most definitely especially the series I am currently working on based of the seven deadly sins. Because I’m creating a completely new world I feel like I would be able to make into an own story but I would have to think about that in the future. I’m happy where i am right now

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? Everything! I can’t stress this enough but getting reviews/feedback/constructive criticism is always so great and encouraging. It means that the reader felt something when reading the piece.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? I honestly couldn’t quite say. I guess the first that pops into my mind are my moots. They tend to always be there to reblog or hype up a new fic which I couldn’t be more thankful for, so a lot of it I owe to them as they had a larger fanbase than I did when I started.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? I can’t say I can, yet I am pretty new. If this is the case I would do my best to clear up the misunderstanding, especially because I feel writing (like many art forms) is interpreted differently by different people.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? Most definitely not. A lot of them know I write and that I enjoy writing but none of them know about the account.

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? Thank you all sincerely from the bottom of my heart for supporting me, whether it’s a simple ask, or you screaming in the tags or us talking to each other. Any interaction and just support makes my day, and I hope I can continue to be able to make you happy with my work. As always, never doubt yourself, you are beautiful and more than enough.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? I'm sure this has been said before but honestly just do it. *cue nike ad* jokes aside if you like what you write, if you are proud or just want to express how you feel and share your craft then by all means I am 100% sure that someone else will enjoy it too. So don’t be afraid.

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? Hmmm, not really. So far the community has been supportive at times it’s a little bit stressful but it’s good.

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? I don’t think my stories have a message message behind them, so that they get the feeling of the story. If I intended the story to move the reader someway or the other I hope that it can reach them in that way. But most importantly I write so that people can read and if it’s just for a minute that they can get away from the world and just live through the story.

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? Most definitely. I love every single one of my moots, and the more people I talk to on here and become friends with, the more I am grateful but there are two people in particular who have been there from the start. Mylin (@starlit-jeno) she was my first moot on here and honestly the best introduction to the community I could have had. I absolutely adore her to bits and she’s always ready to help me with any idea I may be stuck on, and one of the just the chillest people. There’s not a day that goes by that I am not thankful for her friendship and everything she has done (esp the mutual freaking out about jeno and contemplating weird life questions such as 119 deserved a grammy at random times of the day). The second moot, honestly I’m surprised she hasn’t kicked me out because I love her so much is @mango-texts (my soulmate bro). She was the first to ever give me feedback on a piece and then answered a random post about me freaking about Jeno (it’s a daily occurrence). Like Mylin there isn’t a day where I am not grateful and just in awe for her friendship. She’s always there, no matter what it is she’ll be there and will never fail to make me smile. Her excitement at times is the reason why I am motivated to finish fics, and she gives great advice and ideas (her mind y’all). A lot of fics on my masterlist I feel like wouldn’t have been published if it weren’t for the two amazing individuals so I am forever thankful and just love em. Also @smolchenle who is always there too proofread and give feedback you are the sweetest thank you for dealing with my horrible grammar and chaotic ideas.

Do you think art can be a medium for change? In every way possible. As someone who isn’t the best with words (slightly ironic but oh well) when it comes advocating for anything art is such a powerful medium because it doesn't just reach one base. It can expand across all not only countries but also cultures. Art can be interpreted in so many different forms, but still when you listen to a song no matter if you speak the language or not you’ll get the *vibe* or message in ways the language of the world. It connects us and expands messages, I find that very powerful.

Ending thoughts: “It is in our youth that our heart’s are touched by fire, but it when we stop loving that the flame flickers out.”

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chibi-pix · 4 years

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Thank Yous and AUs

Hey guys! Chibi here! So, first off, I want to say thank you everyone who has been liking/reblogging my art and stories for my different AUs. It really makes me happy and I hope I can continue making you happy (or have feels since some things are angsty and feel inducing) with content.

Second, as some of you know, I do have the ask box. Feel free to drop by, especially if you’re curious or something about these AUs or my own headcanons or whatever. Just remember! Try not to be rude! I’ll do my best to answer, even if I don’t have an actual answer or don’t want to spoil something, I’ll try to respond. Some responses, if possible, may have art, some may not. We never know with me. And whether you come in anonymously or not, that’s up to you! It makes me happy. And my friend is even proud of all this for me.

Third, fan content of AUs? Someone actually drew my two OCs who show up in one of the AUs and it was wonderful and made me so happy, I was ready to cry. If you guys are feeling creative with my AUs, go for it. I would love to see it! If you’re concerned, feel free to talk to me about it. If you’ve got an amazing idea and don’t know if it would apply to that AU, don’t worry about it! It may, it may not, either way, I’d love to see what you all create.

Fourth, the AUs. Tags do not always work and some arts/writings didn’t receive the tags because they were so early in the start of that AU, it wasn’t even an AU yet; it just happened. But the three I work with are Mermaid AU (alternatively the Giant Mermaid AU, but Pidge isn’t always giant), Raising Paladins, which is where Pidge is raised by the Galra Empire, and Altean Born, Olkari Raised (sometimes called ABOR), where Pidge is an Altean raised on Olkarion. At the moment, the Mermaid AU is being written and uploaded here on AO3. Updates may not be regular; they come as I come up with things. This AU is a confirmed Plance AU. Altean Born, Olkari Raised is being written, but most likely won’t be uploaded until I finish writing it; this is so I can ensure it won’t go on hiatus with people wondering when the next update will be and so I can change things as needed. Raising Paladins has not yet been started in the writing phase; if/when I do, I do not yet know how I’ll go about it and it’s uploading. Though I am admittedly contemplating writing Raising Pidge moments, small stories/chapters of Pidge growing up before the main events and her meeting the other paladins. This thought is still going through processing, so don’t hold me to it. ABOR and Raising Paladins do not yet have confirmed ships (or if there will be ships). All AUs, Pidge is the biggest main character. Pun intended for the Mermaid AU.

Other art may show up for what may/may not be other AUs. I just write/draw what comes to my mind, you know.

Well, this is pretty much what I wanted to say. Again, thank you guys so much, you’ve made me super happy and along with VLD helping me find my love of writing and drawing again, you guys have actually helped, too. Thank you. Until next time, my dears.

#chibi speaks #chibi-pix #different AUs #raising paladins au #raising paladins #mermaid au #giant mermaid au #altean born olkari raised au #altean born olkari raised

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wistfulcynic · 5 years

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The Very Witching Time (4 / 5)

SO YES I ADDED ANOTHER CHAPTER. I couldn’t fit what I needed to fit into only one, and still do it well. I hope you don’t mind.

For a while I wasn’t sure this chapter would come together at all, but then @thisonesatellite sorted me out, and reminded me that dogs with missing paws don’t run on four legs, and also fuelled me with German chocolate because she is the GREATEST.

Art by @gingerchangeling and event by @cssns both of whom are BRILLIANT.

And as ALWAYS thank you to everyone reading, commenting, reblogging, kudos-ing. I TREASURE YOU ALL.

In this chapter we learn what happened with Killian and Cora and FEELINGS ARE FELT. BIG FEELINGS.

SUMMARY: Emma Swan is a hereditary witch, last in a long line of wise women who for centuries have guarded the coast of Maine and the small village of Storybrooke with their homemade cures and their ancient magic. She holds the delicate balance between magic and mundane, but now that balance is threatened by a new foe, one capable of bringing an end to everything Emma is and everything she loves. To defeat it she will need all her power, help from her friends and neighbours, and the loyalty of a very unusual dog who answers to the name of Killian.

RATING: M

AO3 | Tumblr: ch1, ch2, ch3

TAGGING: @thisonesatellite, @stahlop, @mariakov81, @kmomof4, @snowbellewells, @jennjenn615, @resident-of-storybrooke, @teamhook, @thejollyroger-writer, @winterbaby89, @darkcolinodonorgasm, @captainsjedi, @ultraluckycatnd @shireness-says @scientificapricot @tiganasummertree

(if you’d like a tag, please let me know!)

CHAPTER 4:

Emma awoke to the blithe and piercing trill of birdsong just outside her bedroom window. It must be just outside to be so close, she thought, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, willing the bird to take its song elsewhere so she could go back to sleep. She was so tired, aching and heavy with exhaustion, and her bed so warm and comfortable. She rolled over, reaching for her quilt, intending to pull it up over her head to muffle the noise. When her hand encountered not soft patchwork but crisp leaves, she frowned and opened her eyes, struggling to comprehend the sight of the bright blue sky above her. Where was she?

Her sluggish mind groped for memories of the night before, unearthing them slowly at first and then in a rush: the clearing, the covenant, Cora, the wolves, the fight. Killian, torn and broken and all but dead; her soul-deep terror as she fought to save him…

Had she saved him?

“Killian?” she whispered, looking around, then cried it in panic when she couldn’t see him. “Killian!”

At first there was no response, then she heard rustling in the underbrush and he appeared, tail a blur, carrying something in his mouth. He dropped it in front of her and sat, tail still wagging, sending leaves and dirt flying as it brushed along the forest floor. She threw her arms around him, laughing as he licked her chin, grinning widely, his blue eyes bright.

“You’re alive,” she whispered, pressing her face into his neck. “Thank the goddess.”

He sighed into her hair as she rubbed her hands over him, feeling for any open wounds or broken bones. But there were none. He was completely whole. “You’re all right,” she breathed, “You’re all right.” Weak with profound relief she went limp against him, then tensed and sat up abruptly as another memory surfaced. “But what happened to Cora? What—”

He nuzzled at her cheek. {Later, love. Eat first.}

“Eat?”

He nudged the thing he’d brought her with his nose and she picked it up, examining the small parcel formed of folded leaves in wonder. Within she found a carefully selected collection of nuts and autumn fruits, all ones she regularly gathered herself from the forest at this time of year, lately with Killian at her side listening intently as she explained the uses and properties of each one.

He’d brought her breakfast.

“How did you manage this?” she laughed, digging in gleefully. She was ravenous. His tail thumped against the ground and he grinned his cheekiest grin.

{I have my ways.}

“Oh yeah? Did you grow some opposable thumbs?”

{Not exactly.}

She frowned in confusion and he smiled shyly, placing his paw gently on her arm. His left paw. She blinked rapidly and her mouth fell open.

“Killian!” she cried. “You have a left paw! A real one!”

“Aye!” he barked, and bounded away, leaping and dancing through the leaves, showing her how well he could use his new appendage.

“But how—” she said in astonishment. He ran back to her and licked her hand, nuzzling it until it came to rest on his head.

{You did it, love.}

“I did this? What, you mean… when I healed you last night?”

“Aye!” His tail wagged faster.

“But— that shouldn’t be possible! My magic is strong but it can’t regrow a limb!”

{You did use quite a lot of magic.}

A dancing beam of sunlight chose that moment to break over him and Emma gasped, mouth dropping open again as she looked at it and then at the forest around them. Now that she was fully awake and her hunger curbed the odd incongruities that had been tickling at the edges of her mind began to resolve. The clearing where they sat was as she remembered, with the ring of slender birches and the old, gnarled oak at the centre, all just as it should be except the knothole in the trunk of the oak was gone. Emma frowned. It was completely gone. The air that ruffled through her hair was soft and the light that shone through Killian’s fur was radiant, and the birds... the birds were singing.

Almost afraid of what she would find, she reached out and felt for magic. There was… none. Not a whisper of it. She looked up at the sky, clearly visible through the bare branches of the trees, golden sunlight pouring through them and bathing the forest floor for the first time in Emma’s memory.

The whole of her memory, and her ancestors’ too.

“I used all the magic…” she murmured, straining to grasp the notion. “All of my own to fight Cora and then all of the forest’s when I healed you.”

Killian frowned, a bit unnerved by her shock. {Is it gone forever?}

She shook her head and stroked his ears reassuringly. “No, it will replenish itself, and probably pretty quickly. All living creatures have an innate magic, generated by their… well, their life. Their life force. That magic can be channeled, set to another purpose, but it can never be destroyed. And it is constantly being renewed, for as long as things continue to live.”

{And what of your magic?}

“My magic is the same. Constantly renewing as I use it, and actually pretty resilient. I can already feel it coming back, though it’ll be a while before I’m at full strength again. Things will return to the way they were, eventually. It’s just… weird, to see the forest like this.”

“Aye!”

She looked around again, still trying to come to grips with it. “I mean, it really is all gone. The only magic left anywhere is—” she looked sharply at Killian, eyes widening. “Yours.”

{Mine?} he barked in astonishment.

“Only no, it’s not yours is it?” She frowned at the hazy aura around him, wondering how she could have failed to notice it before. It was distinctive but very faint, woven in a pattern she’d read about but never seen, and cast with a chilling malice.

She stroked his head again and felt the magic tingle in her skin, and she understood. “Killian, you’re… are you cursed?”

He tried to bark but no sound emerged, and he looked at her with blue eyes pleading.

“You are, aren’t you!”

Closing her eyes, she focused her sight, looking not at the pattern of the curse or the form it gave him, but deep within him, to the very essence of who he was. “You’re a man!” she gasped.

He licked her chin. {I couldn’t tell you.}

“No, of course not, the curse would have prevented you.” She chuckled and shook her head. “I probably should be more surprised but actually this explains a hell of a lot.”

Her laughter died away and a frown creased her forehead again as she took a closer look at the magic. “It’s a very clever curse, I have to admit,” she said. “It seems to have a built in cloaking spell that makes it almost impossible to see, even for me. Though honestly there’s a lot of ambient magic my house and the forest, and even in Storybrooke, the traces must just have gotten lost in all the background noise. In more mundane surroundings I’m sure I’d’ve noticed the magic signature, even with a cloak shielding me from realising that you’ve never really acted like a dog”

He looked mildly affronted. {I think I’ve been a very convincing dog, love.}

“Who barks ‘aye’ and understands human language and raises his eyebrows?”

{Dogs do that.}

“Do they, though?”

{Well, perhaps not the eyebrows.}

She snorted another laugh but things were beginning to click together in her mind, and the picture that emerged was not an amusing one. “Did Cora do this to you?” she asked quietly.

His bark was soft. “Aye.”

“Why?”

{I believe I can show you.}

He nudged his head under her hand again and closed his own eyes, then Emma gasped in astonishment as the curse magic surged and she found herself no longer in the forest clearing but in a small, cramped room, stark and glaringly lit, its walls formed of white metal strips and a long, complicated control panel with a confusion of screens and buttons and dials that took up one entire side. Men and women in dark blue uniforms were hurrying to and fro and the smell of the sea was faint but detectable, and Emma surmised that she must be on some sort of military ship.

One of the uniformed men caught her eye, a young and handsome one with dark hair falling across his forehead, highlighting his blue eyes —Killian’s eyes— as he frowned at one of the screens. Without warning the control panel exploded in a burst of flame, sending the man flying backwards and burying him beneath a heap of crumpled metal and burning plastic. Instinctively, Emma ran to help him but when she reached out her hand it went right through the twisted metal that trapped him, as though it were air.

Of course, thought Emma, feeling foolish. This is a vision.

The man groaned and she could see that the debris had fallen around him with suspicious precision, leaving him uninjured save for the left hand that was trapped under part of the panel. He tugged on his arm, attempted to push off the weight, but all in vain, and she could see him begin to panic. Shudders racked the ship as more explosions sounded in the distance and the wreckage shifted, allowing the man to pull himself free. His sigh of relief became a gasp of shock, his eyes widening and dulling with horror as he took in the sight of the hand hanging limply from his wrist, its bones crushed and its skin burned, and then another series of explosions shook the ship again.

“Liam,” the man whispered, scrambling to his feet, swaying, crying out in pain as he stumbled and knocked his injured hand against another piece of wreckage. Cradling the hand against his chest he ran from the room, staggering and falling against walls as the ship swayed, until he reached a blue door and wrenched it open, stumbling into the room behind it with a wordless wail of distress. Heedless of his hand, he fell to his knees before the man Emma could now see sprawled on the floor, this one with lighter, curly hair but similar enough that she was not surprised when the man with Killian’s eyes called him brother.

“Liam. Wake up, brother.” It was Killian’s voice but rough now with unshed tears. His face was smooth and young, perhaps twenty years of age, but as he shook his brother’s lifeless form it filled with an agony that was ageless. “Liam, please wake up, we have to get out of here. Liam!”

“He won’t wake.”

The man spun around in alarm at the unexpected words, spoken by a woman lounging elegantly on a chair in a corner of the room. Emma tensed as she recognised Cora, her face younger but no less malicious, sneering at the brothers on the floor. “He’s dead.”

“Who are you?” snarled the man. “How did you get here?”

“I am your salvation, Killian Jones,” she replied, cool and triumphant.

Emma could see Killian bristle at her tone. “What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I can get you off this ship alive, and assist you in seeking justice for your brother’s death. It was not, as I’m sure you’ve already worked out, an accident.”

“How?” Desperate anguish seethed from Killian, his eyes brimming with pain both physical and spiritual. He was frantic, Emma could see, too distraught to think clearly. “The ship is sinking and we’re miles from shore. What can you do?”

“That is my concern, not yours. All you need to do is agree to my price.”

“And what is that?”

“A simple favour.” Cora’s voice chilled Emma to the bone, but Killian’s face hardened, his mouth curving into a smile with a razor edge. “A favour of what nature?” he asked.

“That will be determined at a later date,” she replied smoothly, rising from the chair and strolling across the room, unaffected by the pitching and rolling of the ship. “All that matters now is whether you are content to allow yourself to die and your brother to remain unavenged.”

“I bloody well am not.”

“Then we have an accord.” Cora held out her hand.

“Aye.” Killian shook it.

The image blurred and shifted and resolved into Killian, several years older, dressed in dark jeans and a black leather jacket with a short, scruffy beard on his chin, leaning against the wall of a corridor whose dingy paint and harsh lighting proclaimed it that of an industrial building. He slouched with an exaggerated nonchalance that completely failed to mask the tension in his body as he examined his fingernails and screams of agony issued from behind the closed door beside him.

The door burst open and a man ran out, his eyes wide and terrified and a thin line of blood trailing from the corner of his left eye to his chin. Casually, Killian stuck out his foot and tripped the man, sending him tumbling into the beige concrete of the opposite wall.

“Going somewhere, mate?” Killian inquired. His voice was icy and sneering, nothing like the one Emma was accustomed to hearing in her head.

“Please,” said the man, “Please help me. She’s a witch!”

“Aye, that she is. Which is why it’s best to do as she says. You won’t enjoy the consequences of resistance.”

“Please,” the man begged. “I have a family.”

“Tell me what you know, and your family will be unharmed.” Cora’s voice now, from the open doorway where she stood. “If you don’t… well let’s just say my lieutenant here is remarkably skilled with his… appendage.”

Distaste flickered across Killian’s face, just for a moment before the stony mask fell back in place. He held up his left arm and brandished the sharp and nasty-looking hook attached to the end of it, the metal catching the faint light from the flickering bulb at the end of the corridor and gleaming viciously.

The man swallowed hard at the sight, his feet scrabbling on the floor as he pressed himself back against the wall.

“Emily,” drawled Killian. “That’s your wife’s name, isn’t it? Lovely woman.” The leer in the last two words made Emma faintly sick. “And your daughters are Sophie and Taylor. You live at 15 Rosemount Lane, and—”

“All right!” choked the man, pounding his clenched fist against his leg in impotent protest. “All right. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, just please don’t hurt my family!”

Cora smiled, a satisfied, chilling smile, and advanced on the cowering man as Killian turned away, his expression twisting with self-loathing now that Cora was no longer watching him.

“Now,” Cora purred. “Tell me about the prophecy.”

The image shifted again and Emma found herself alone in a dark but elegantly appointed room. It had tall ceilings and tall windows with velvet curtains on either side and thick black night behind the panes. Dark red paper with a gilt feather pattern lined the walls and the only light came from the blazing fire in the marble fireplace.

It was like something out of a gothic novel, Emma thought grimly. Cora certainly did know how to set a scene.

The door opened and Killian entered. His shoulders were tight and his face blank, but when he saw that the room was unoccupied the tension drained from him and a bleak expression settled in his eyes. He went over to a small table tucked into a corner of the room and laden with crystal decanters of various sizes. Selecting one with the ease of long practice, he poured himself a generous measure of golden brown liquid then settled into a chair before the fire, slouching down and drinking deeply from his glass.

He looked so sad, thought Emma, her heart twisting in sympathy. So hopeless.

Another small table sat next to the chair, and Emma watched as Killian noticed a scrap of paper lying upon it, speared it with his hook and examined it without much interest until the words visibly clicked in his head and he jerked upright, sending liquor sloshing over the edge of his glass and onto his hand. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “Bloody fucking hell!”

“So now you know,” said Cora’s voice behind him. Killian leapt from the chair and rounded on her, backing her against the wall.

“You used me,” he snarled. “From the very beginning.”

“Yes. I did,” confirmed Cora with a satisfied smile. “And you fell into line so obediently. Such a good little dog, so eager to avenge your dear brother…”

Emma could almost see Killian’s mind work as he put the pieces together. “You killed Liam!” Pain and fury wreathed his features. “You destroyed my ship. And my hand…”

“Oh yes. I took your brother and your career and your hand from you.”

Killian stepped back from her, shaking his head as if to deny her words, deny the truth. “Why?”

“Come now, I’m sure you’ve worked it out by now. Clever boy like you.”

“You needed me angry, and with no one else to turn to.”

“I needed you angry, yes, and in my control. And away from her.”

Killian sneered. “You don’t even know who she is, how can you keep me away from her? For all you know, we’ve already met.”

Cora shook her head. “No, I would have sensed her, felt traces of her magic on you if you had met. I may not know who she is but I know that she needs you. She needs her loyal hand. Very literally in this case.” She reached out and took his hook, lifting it up. “I ensured that she would never obtain it.”

Killian’s face twisted into a vicious snarl, malicious in a way Emma would never have imagined him capable. “Never say never, Cora,” he mocked. “I’m sure you had some reason for showing me this.” He held up the scrap of paper, crumpling it in his hand and tossing it into the fire. “But I have given up trying to figure out why you do what you do. What I can say, with absolute certainty, is that I’ll have no part of it any longer. And I will find a way to stop you.”

Once more the scene melted away, this time into a small but cosy wood-panelled room with a narrow stone-framed window set with rippled glass and books piled high and haphazardly on every surface. Killian sat at a broad, heavy desk, surrounded by perilously leaning stacks of them and reading one with intense concentration, a deep frown creasing his forehead. He was no longer a young man; mid-thirties, Emma estimated, still with the scruffy beard and messy hair but without a hook. His left arm ended in a mechanised prosthetic hand, which she noted in mild awe he was able to use to turn the pages of his book.

A swirl of smoke, the purplish-blue hue of a bruise, rose up just to Killian’s left and when it dissipated Cora was sitting in a small leather armchair in the corner of the room, her smile as offensively sweet as her perfume. Emma coughed as the thick cloud of it nearly choked her, then scowled as she identified the scent. Jasmine. An innocent flower, symbolising love and purity. She ground her teeth. This woman had a fucking nerve.

“Well well,” Cora purred, rising gracefully and pacing the small room, trailing her fingertips along the bookshelves as her smile shifted into a supercilious smirk. “Professor Jones, I believe. My but you have turned your life around. Tell me, does the faculty of your esteemed university know that you used to be my thug?”

“Cora,” drawled Killian, his features carefully schooled but with a muscle dancing from the tension in his jaw. “I wish I could say this is a pleasant surprise, but it is neither. What do you want?”

The trailing fingertips came to rest on Killian’s open book, tapping on the corner of the page. He slammed it shut and Cora pursed her lips in a mocking parody of fear.

“I have a use for you again.” She came around the desk to stand behind him, fingertips dancing up the length of his arm as he hissed out a furious breath. “A task I need you to carry out.”

“And I told you ten years ago I’m not working for you anymore,” said Killian through gritted teeth. “I have no obligation to you and never did.”

Anger flared in Cora’s eyes and then she shrugged. “Your unwillingness to cooperate is of no consequence, I’m afraid,” she whispered in his ear and when he turned to pull away from her she waved her hand. The blue smoke swirled again and they were standing in a small cabin, a single bare room, clumsily constructed, with late-afternoon light slanting through the lone rough-hewn window.

Killian hissed in a furious breath and Emma did the same. This cabin she had never seen before but the forest outside the window was unmistakable. Her forest, where she was acquainted with every bough of the trees and every bramble of the underbrush and yet this woman who meant her and it unspeakable harm had built a cabin here without her knowledge. She clenched her fists until blood seeped from beneath her fingernails and had to force her attention back to the scene in front of her.

“Where the hell is this?” Killian was snarling, his fists as tight as her own. “What—”

“This is the forest where the barrier will open.”

Cora’s calm words silenced Killian, and he stared at her, his expression grim. “You found it,” he said flatly.

“I did. And I found her.”

His mask was back, Emma noted. The one he’d worn in the earlier visions. Blank and cold and sitting uncomfortably on his older face. She could see the pulse thrumming in his temple and the way he forced his body to relax. “What’s your plan?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll tell you that,” Cora replied. “I don’t trust you, you see.”

“And yet apparently you need me to do something for you.”

“Yes.” Cora’s smile curled across her face like a cobra preparing to strike. “I need you to kill her.”

Killian laughed, forced and humourless. “You need me to kill the witch who guards the barrier? And you think that’s something I can do?”

“Can’t you?” she inquired, running her hand up his chest. The coy note in her voice turned Emma’s stomach. “You used to be a very dangerous man.”

Killian caught her wrist in his prosthetic hand, squeezing it until she couldn’t conceal her pained grimace “Well now I’m a history professor,” he growled. “And the days when I could be manipulated by you are long gone.” He released her wrist, pushing her away. “Find someone else to do your dirty work.”

He stalked to the door of the cabin and pulled it open then froze in alarm when the calm of the summer afternoon was broken by vicious snarls. He stumbled hastily backwards and slammed the door but not before Emma got a clear view of the five wolves she had last seen in the clearing the night before, circling the cabin, teeth bared.

“Yes, I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere soon, Professor,” said Cora gleefully. “So you see you have a very simple choice. Will you do as I ask, or will I open this door and let my friends tear you to pieces?”

Killian swallowed visibly, but his resolve was firm. With slow deliberation he turned and stared Cora down, his shoulders squared and his face implacable. “Do what you like,” he said coolly. “I won’t help you.”

Cold fury settled on Cora’s face and she flexed her hands, her fingers claw-like as magic sparked from their tips, but Killian didn’t blink. He simply stood, glaring down at her as he awaited her countermove, his calm in the face of her anger stoking it higher. Emma saw Cora tremble with the effort of containing her vitriol until with an ugly snarl she broke eye contact with Killian and turned away.

“Fine,” she hissed. “If that’s how you want to play this. We’ll see if you still feel the same way after a few days without food or water.” Blue smoke swirled and she was gone, leaving Killian alone in the barren cabin, wolves snarling just outside the door.

The scene blurred again, just briefly before resolving back into the same cabin, now in the pitch black nighttime. Killian was sitting with his back resting against the door, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other bent, his elbow propped on his knee, his head in his hand. A wolf howled just outside the door and Killian jumped, flinging his arm out and bracing both feet firmly on the floor, tense and waiting. The howl sounded again, further away this time. Killian went limp, his head falling against the thin wood behind him with a faint thump. His face was strained and exhausted, his movements sluggish. Emma wondered how much time had passed.

Smoke swirled and Cora appeared, glaring down at Killian with tight and furious disdain. “Are you ready to cooperate?” she asked.

Killian shook his head. “Never.”

Cora kept her features calm but Emma could see wrath simmering behind her eyes, and an oddly helpless frustration. “What happened to you, Killian?” she asked, in a voice so close to being kind that it was chilling, and Killian flinched at the sound of his name in that tone. “You used to be such an obedient little dog. When did you grow a spine?”

“The moment I realised you were the one who took my brother from me,” snarled Killian. “And I saw that all those years working for you I was betraying his memory, becoming something he would have despised.” His eyes flashed and his lip curled and in that moment he was terrifying. “Never again will I do anything that serves your ends. I’d die first.”

“That can be arranged,” snapped Cora as her frustration overcame her.

“Can it?” Killian pushed himself up from the floor and advanced on Cora, still with the curl in his lip and a malevolent glint in his eye. She stood her ground but Emma could sense a flash of fear. “I’m not so sure it can. You have already had so many opportunities to kill me, and yet here I am, still alive. You blew up a Royal Navy destroyer —which is no mean feat, darling, most impressive— easily killing Liam in the blast but I survived. You had me at your side for years showing off your power as you used it to terrorise and coerce others, but you never turned it on me. You relied on my belief that I owed you for getting me off that ship alive and that I would need your aid to avenge Liam to keep me in line, and when I learned there was no debt you did nothing to stop me leaving. Why not kill me then? Why not kill me days ago instead of leaving me here? Why not kill me now?” He stepped back and held his arms wide. “I’m helpless here, Cora. I have no weapons, I’m weakened from lack of food and water. A child with a pointy stick could kill me, why can’t you?”

Cora was seething, her magic sparking around her. “I can,” she hissed, but the lie was plain on her face and Killian smiled, a nasty, gloating smile.

“I don’t believe you,” he said. “Something is preventing you. What is it?”

Emma could see the moment when Cora’s fury boiled over, thickening the air around her with her magic as it roiled and heaved. She could see the threads of it as Cora wove them into a dark and spiteful curse and she couldn’t help crying out a warning even knowing Killian couldn’t hear it.

“I may not be able to kill you, but I can get you out of the way,” cackled Cora, then she flung out her arm and enveloped Killian in a cloud of bruise-blue smoke. When it swirled away the man was gone, and in his place stood the black dog Emma knew so well. “I always liked you best as a dog,” remarked Cora over her shoulder as she went to the door and flung it open. “Do what you like with him,” she told the wolves, and disappeared in her own dark cloud.

Killian spun around as the wolves began to stalk slowly into the cabin, moving awkwardly in his new body and stumbling on his shortened left limb. Emma could feel his confusion and fear as he attempted to find his feet and his bearings, all while the wolves advanced, slowly backing him into a corner, their red eyes ravenous and triumphant. As their bodies tensed in preparation for attack Killian fell into a crouch, bared his teeth, and snarled, deep and menacing and with a viciousness to rival their own. The wolves fell back in confusion and Killian leapt through the nearest gap in their circle, landing clumsily but quickly righting himself and racing out the door on three legs, kicking it shut behind him and trapping the wolves inside.

He ran blindly through the forest and the vision took Emma with him. She sensed more than saw the passage of time, feeling days go by as Killian wandered, always moving, never sleeping for more than an hour or two at a time, constantly alert for any sign of Cora or the wolves. He snatched drinks of water and scraps of food wherever he could find them, just barely enough to keep him alive and with enough energy to press onwards. She watched as he adjusted to his canine form, learning to run fast and gracefully on three legs and limp as best he could when moving more slowly. She felt his humanity begin to slip away from him, felt his animal instincts become more dominant, and then one afternoon as he was trotting along he spotted a rabbit and took off unthinkingly to chase it, crashing through the underbrush in pursuit of his first good meal in nearly a week. He almost had the rabbit in his jaws when he stepped on a pile of leaves and his paw sank deep into the ground, and Emma cringed as she heard his leg snap.

Killian cried out in pain, whimpering as he tugged at his leg, attempting to free it from the gopher hole where it was tightly wedged, but it refused to budge. She could feel his agony and his growing desperation and then—

The hawthorn bush beside him shifted, its thorny branches parting and moving aside to clear a path and with a shock of surprise even though she knew this was coming, Emma saw herself. Saw Killian look up at her, saw his eyes widen and felt another shock, this one of recognition, and passing through Killian’s body. Heard a soft voice in his head whisper that’s her, then Killian’s pained whine and the first words she’d heard him speak.

{Please help me.}

Emma gasped as the vision fell away and she was back in the same forest with the same dog, gazing at her with achingly familiar blue eyes, their expression almost shy.

“You recognised me!” she exclaimed.

“Aye!”

“How?”

He shrugged. {I have no idea. Magic?}

Emma’s head was spinning with wonder and confusion and too many emotions to name. “It’s true that magic can’t always be explained,” she murmured, then stroked his ears and spoke even more softly. “Killian,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He shifted closer, snuggling against her side to comfort her. {For what, love?}

“You were cursed because of me. Because you wouldn’t kill me.”

{Darling, no.} He licked her chin. {I was cursed because Cora is evil.}

“But I—”

{Emma.}

She broke off at the sound of her name, realising with a start that he had never called her by it before.

{Nothing that happened to me is your fault.} His eyes were so soft, so gentle as he looked up at her. {It was all Cora. You saved me, love.}

“I didn’t—”

{You did. So many times. And I would do it all again, without hesitation. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.}

Her eyes filled with tears and her heart with an emotion so overwhelming she couldn’t put a name to it. She could only throw her arms around him and hold him close as her tears dampened his fur, feeling the immense strength of the bond between them and marveling at what it meant. “Killian,” she choked, “I love you.” Taking his head in her hands she leaned forward and kissed him, right where his soft fur was its very softest, her favourite spot, on his forehead just above his eyes.

Waves of iridescent light burst out from the gentle kiss and a whoosh of air and the strands beneath her fingers were no longer fur. They were still thick, still soft, but they were hair. Hair on a masculine and very human head.

Emma gasped and jerked back, her wide eyes meeting astonished blue ones, now blinking at her in the face of the man from the visions.

“Killian?” she breathed.

“Emma.” A smile broke across his face, a wide, delighted grin that hurt her it was so familiar. How could he have the same smile as a dog and a man? He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks with trembling fingers. “You broke my curse.”

“I guess I did.” Her own hand trembled as she gently touched his cheek and he leaned into the caress, rubbing the stubble of his jaw against her palm. “How?”

He laughed. “I’m a historian, love. Magic is your department. But one thing I do know…”

“What?” she whispered, as he leaned his forehead against hers, his thumb stroking the dimple in her chin, his fingers in her hair.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, and brought his lips to hers.

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Eddtober Masterpost: About, Rules, Boundries and Prompt Lists.

I hadn’t done anything about it until now due to no response - however the wonderful @ldhenzel suggested that I do it this way for mobile users.

About Eddtober

Eddtober is a list of prompts made in an effort to encourage the Eddsworld Fandom to spread their wings of creativity beyond the norms that they are used to, during the month of October.

It is all without harming others or causing drama, a neutral ground for all fans of Eddsworld to come and have fun, no matter what side of a discourse they’re in.

It hopes to promote inspiration beyond the usual angsty and over-dramatised content, to revive a spirit in Eddsworld that hasn’t been seen in many years, and to stretch the invitation to all who can create.

Eddtober calls not only the artists who have a talent for drawing, painting and so forth, but also: the authors (fanfics, journalists, essayists, diarists, poets, ramblers), the cosplayers, the video-makers (animators, video essays, memers, youtubers) and all those who want to be inspired with unconventional creativity.

Eddtober’s motto for the fandom it came from is this: To come forth, be inspired and break from the old and the mold!

With that out the way, buckle up. This post is gonna be a long one under the cut.

RULES

Base Rules need to be set so everyone can participate in Eddtober safely and in a fun way. Please read them carefully!

Always tag it with #eddtober. Gore and related NSFW is allowed in the challenge, but please tag it as #Eddtober gore, etc. Also, no shortenings or reimaginings of those tags, so the minors on this site don’t find it on accident. Though many of us may be over 18, please keep these things in mind.

Be Sensitive and Respectful to Others. I know many of us here in this fandom can take easy offence to certain types of art, so please consider and think on your creative piece before you post.

Credit Where Due. This should be blatantly obvious right now, but please, please don’t steal other’s creative fanwork or post it without credit. Always have permission from the creator to post something of their’s, and always have their username when you post it, not just ‘credit to the artist’. If you do not follow this, actions will be taken for your consequences.

Keep yourself chill. You can do one prompt for Eddtober, some of the prompts or all of them - up to you! It’s understandable if life gets in the way. The goal of Eddtober is not to do every prompt, but to be inspired to create fan-content in a way you usually wouldn’t have.

Spread the word. This is less of a rule and more of a personal request from Admin Panda, but since she doesn’t have many social media accounts you’d expect, spreading word of Eddtober would mean a LOT, so they can join in the fun too!

Sharing is caring. Reblogging and sharing from your fellow creators doing Eddtober would be great to give them a motivation and confidence boost!

Go Beyond the Boundries of Your Imagination. The whole purpose of Eddtober is to promote new, fresh things to come up in the Eddsworld fandom and break a cycle of the same old that’s been there for a while. Take a leap, spread your wings, do your best, and go have fun.

BOUNDRIES

Most of this list will be related to Rule Two of Eddtober:

Be Sensitive and Respectful to Others.

Quote:

‘I know many of us here in this fandom can take easy offence to certain types of art, so please consider and think on your creative piece before you post.‘

Whilst Eddtober is a fun, neutral place to spread our creative wings, there are boundries that need to be taken in order to keep everyone safe. Which means certain parts that are usually seen as ‘common’ within the Eddsworld Fandom will not be acceptable in the challenge.

Edd Gould’s death. Admin Panda wishes to make it clear that creative pieces that draws clear lines to Edd’s passing IS NOT okay. This includes Edd in hospital for cancer, Angel Edd or any AU that depicts him as a divine being of any sort (including Blessworld) unless Tom, Matt and/or Tord are also similar divine beings in the AU. Here at Eddtober, Edd's life is something to be celebrated, not his death. While Admin Panda isn’t 100% offended by this, many others are and it should be more recognised as such.

Sinsworld. Believe it or not, the sinsworld tag was specifically made back in the day to keep the porn out of the main. But due to a certain in-fandom event, this intended action has been long-lost. Because of all of these events, any sinsworld (porn, lewds and related NSFW) that’s Sinspired by the Eddtober prompts WILL NOT be accepted into the event by any means. This is because many in this fandom are minors/underage and more who are 18+ are repulsed to porn and such (Admin Panda is part of the latter group). So please, it is fine to be sexually inspired by the prompts, PLEASE keep your Sinsworld content away from the Eddtober tag - don’t put both tags into that post, essentially.

Abusive/Self-Harm Creative Content. No. Just. No. Death or pain like this isn’t allowed to be depicted in the challenge and should never be romanticised or supported. Eddtober aims to be a safe and uplifting space for all creative people, no matter what their space is at the moment.

More sensitivities and boundries will be added onto this list as Admin Panda recieves questions and requests for this area through the askbox here.

PROMPT LIST

Quick reminder: when this list says ‘create something for’, it’s not just referring to fanart - it refers to any medium, digital, traditional or unconventional, that can be used. The challenge here is to be creative as possible, not to stay conventional.

The List features Admin Panda’s Commentary. Some useless, some useful.

Create something for Edd. (Not his real-life counterpart, but the character. That needed some clearing up based on 2017’s results.)

Create something for Tom.

Create something for Matt

Create something for any pre-legacy season episode, except WTFuture. (You can do WTFuture if you want, but seeing that much of this fandom is currently made of people who came in after The End… It’d be worth having a crack at pre-legacy episodes.)

Create something for the crew’s symbols.

Create something for Superhero Alter Egos! (It doesn’t have to stop at PowerEdd’s canon either! Go nuts! Give Edd and his friends new superhero alibis and outfits!)

Create something for Supervillain Alter Egos! (Reminder that it doesn’t have to stop at the ‘Green/Blue/Purple/Red Leader scenario! Again, go nuts! Get wacky if you must!)

Create something for Minor characters of the show. (Except the Neighbours - they already have their own prompt.)

Create something for descendants of the main four guys. (Sure, you can make it about the love children of your favourite ships, but the point of this prompt specifically is to not be ship-related. See if you can come up with descendant characters from the bloodlines of the main four.)

Create something for Tord. (He’s late in this list for a reason. Trust me.)

Create something for the neighbours of 29 Dirdum Lane. Are Kim and Katya still there, or are there newbies in the street?

Create something for the neighbours of 25 Dirdum Lane.

Create something for unlucky things happening to the guys, or one of them. Feel free to go as dark or as humourous as you like!

Create something for genderbends of the guys, maybe as if the Ellsworld we know never existed. Or you can stick to canon, up to you.

This prompt is a wild card. Do with it as you wish. (In 2017 everyone was told to quote: ‘go whole hog on this’. The next thing we all knew, everybody literally drew pigs with the guys. That wasn’t supposed to be literally taken, but by god it was hilarious.)

Create something for your crew. Whether you’re the main character with your friends or have OCs taking that place or a mix of both is up to you.

Create something for an AU of Eddsworld. You can make one up on the spot, or even fan content for an AU that already exists is cool too. (As of rule number two of Eddtober, the Blessworld AU will not be accepted for this prompt. I know it is a popular AU, but if you have any issues with this, please contact me in the blog asks myself.)

Create something for Eddsworld as a video game. Whether it’s concepts and covers for your own ideas or fanart for games in the making such as Eddsworld Armageddon, up to you.

Create something for Todd, or whoever the ‘Tord’ figure is of 25 Dirdum Lane.

Create something for a Saloonatics-WTFuture Crossover. (What? Shenanigans could be made here, guys. Just take it!)

Create something for the future selves of the guys. Or if you want to take it up a notch, make your own versions of them! Have them all be hobos (#HoBrosforlife), or have cola not be banned in the future… up to you!

The End who? Create and elaborate on how you would finish off the Eddsworld Legacy season. (For the purposes of this prompt, I can accept an angsty end for this, but I personally do not recommend it. The Eddsworld fandom has had enough unnecessary angst already.)

Create something for Zanta. (I guess you could call him a Nightmare Before Christmas, then.)

Create something for an Eddsworld movie. Whether it’s stuff for the Eddsworld Fan Movie or your own ideas, up to you!

Create something for the deal with Tom’s eyes. If you want to call them that.

Pick a song, any song, and put that on repeat. Use it as inspiration to create something in relation to Eddsworld.

Create something for Edd Gould himself. Not his character in Eddsworld, the real-life person.

An obligatory prompt without Eddtober in the beginning: create something for Edd’s birthday. (This was made into a prompt and will permanently remain as one as Edd’s birthday shouldn’t be taken away from today.)

Create something for someone/multiple someones in the fandom who inspire you - even the small artists and writers and such who are just starting out!

Are you afraid of the dark? Are you getting goosebumps? Create scary/monstrous/terrifying things happening to the guys. Interpretation and how far you go with it is up to you.

Happy Halloween! Create something about the guys on this special spooky day. Interpretation is up to you.

If you have any questions, concerns or queries as to all of this, don’t be hesitant to come shoot an ask through this blog. Have fun and a safe Eddtober!

#Eddsworld #Eddtober #Eddtober 2018 #founder chris talks #Eddtober Fixings

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2187nomore · 4 years

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Finn’s Rules & Verses:

I got a request from someone who can’t see my pages while on mobile, so for anyone else having trouble here they are! Note that while I don’t change my rules much (or basically ever lol) the VERSES information here is definitely not going to be up-to-date because I am forever making new aus...but here’s a start, at least, to give you something to explore until you get back to your computers!

Mun is named Nicky and is well over 21. Muse’s age will vary. Multi-ship and multi-verse.

RULES:

Following and Mututals:

This is a sideblog of nickyrp and as such cannot follow back.

We do not need to be mutuals to send memes or starters. Feel free to throw things like that at me at any time even if we’ve never played or plotted before. If I’m not interested or just too busy etc I promise I will let you know politely and not just leave you hanging!

If you want to play please send me a message or toss me a starter; I’m bad at paying attention to my follower count and probably didn’t notice your subtle arrival! Or thought you wanted to lurk idk. Say hi!

If you are a multimuse with a lot of characters or a lot of fandoms all on one url, I may not follow you because that tends to be overwhelming for me. It’s nothing personal nor a comment on your writing style; it’s just more than I can easily keep track of, myself. (That’s why mine are all on their own sideblogs.)

If I can’t read your blog (small text, low-contrast colors, etc) I will not interact with your character. I don’t have the best eyes and straining to read sucks all the fun out of rp. If you need any of my formatting or color choices adjusted for your own ease of accessibility please let me know! I will do so happily.

You can reblog any of my shit (headcanons, graphics, verses, meta, whatever) even if you’re a personal blog, I don’t care; it’s all one fandom imo. That said please don’t reblog my interaction threads with other people because most rp-ers do not like their things reblogged and I want to respect that. If I reblog anything of yours you do not want reblogged just let me know and I will delete it; I promise it’s just because I thought the thing was cool and got excited!

Interactions:

I am always up for trying new things so if you have a crazy idea, please hit me up! I promise I rarely disintegrate anyone.

I am happily open to interacting with Original Characters! I need to know who your character is though, so if you don’t have a bio or background I can find on your blog I’m not going to be interested.

I will not write smut with anyone under the age of eighteen.

If I ever do something that upsets or confuses or offends you, please let me know. It probably wasn’t intentional and I always want to be called out on problematic behavior because how else can I learn to do better? I promise to react apologetically, not defensively.

Formatting:

I’m a visual person so I like icons and gifs and will almost always incorporate them. If you don’t want to use images that’s cool with me, but I majored in comic book art so I enjoy the marriage of words with images. I should further admit that interactions with visuals do tend to keep me more excited than plain ones – I’m shallow!

I’m not a big fan of fancy formatting. I don’t mind if you use it but I don’t. Feel free to adjust my formatting to suit your aesthetic if that makes you more comfortable, but I’ll likely keep mine simple.

If you need any triggers tagged message me and I’ll do so gladly.

I am extremely uncomfortable with reylo due to the fact that I interpreted Rey as being analogous to Jaina Solo within the opening minutes of TFA. If you play either Kylo Ren or Rey and enjoy that ship, I ask that you not reference it in any interactions with my Finn, and furthermore that you tag it so that I can blacklist. Thank you!

Canon & AUs:

I have as of yet read very little of the expanded universe materials for the New Canon (a few comics, the Thrawn novel, etc). As such, my portrayal of Finn may at times be lacking in regards to supplemental canon information. Please never hesitate to inform me of any details relevant to your character or any ongoing/burgeoning threads. I appreciate that assistance!

As far as the Legends EU goes, I have read most of the old novels (excepting NJO period) and many of the Dark Horse comics but that is a lot of material and I do not promise to remember everything. Please let me know if I make a mistake or assumption you do not agree with; I promise I will not be offended!

I will generally default to putting Finn into the canon of the Sequel Trilogy because that is where he comes from, but I am happy to play him in Legends Canon too – just let me know! If you don’t indicate verse/time on a meme or starter, I might pick another verse (or make a new one) so please indicate where you want to play if you have a preference!

I also love making AUs whether canon-divergence or totally off-the-wall so please don’t hesitate to throw new verses my way! I love both plotting and winging-it when building new worlds, so don’t be shy!

Characters Relationships & Shipping:

Platonic Ships: For my interpretation of Finn, friendship takes precedence as the most important thing in his life right now. He never had a chance for much of that in his life before leaving the First Order, and he’s still getting used to the idea of caring about people and being loved in return. So please, bring me all the platonic ships – pals, mentors, comrades, buddies, frenemies – you can think of!

OTPs: My favorite ship would be Finn/Rey/Poe and I would be thrilled to play out some polyshipping. I also like the idea of Finn/Poe and Finn/Rey on their own, and while I don’t think TLJ gave us enough to build a Finn/Rose ship from I would be thrilled to explore that option properly in rp as well. Likewise Finn/Jannah although to be frank I like the idea of Ex-Stormtrooper BFFS even more than Ex-Stormtrooper Lovers, but really anything’s good there! Honestly provided that there is chemistry and a basis in friendship to build the ship from (whether that be formed via interaction or plotted ahead of time), I’m probably down. Interspecies ships with non-human characters are also welcome!

NOTPs: No teacher/student, adult/minor, or incestuous ships, please. Given Finn’s history, I am very unlikely to ship him with any First Order muses in anything outside a massively different AU but I’m not listing them as strict notps because let’s face it: I love AUs.

One-Way Ships: I will never force a ship on you. I expect the same courtesy in return. That said, you are more than welcome to have your character express unrequited romantic feelings toward mine. If it ends up crossing the edges of my comfort zone I’ll let you know!

Main Faceclaim: John Boyega

VERSES:

While I will readily play in canon verses, I am also a big fan of AUs and canon-divergent verses. If you don’t see something here that looks like your cup of caf know that I am always happy to plot out a new one! (Note that while I will always write Finn as being Force Sensitive, he will not always know he is and thus his connection with the Force will vary from verse to verse. Any questions, ask!)

SEQUEL TRILOGY VERSES:

Pulled the Trigger (alt-TFA): FN-2187 did not enjoy the battle – the slaughter – on Jakku, but he did what he was trained for. It didn’t matter that it made him sick. He obediently returned to Jakku to search for a droid and found more than he’d bargained for: a girl who thrashed half his unit with nothing but a stick. 2187 eventually got the drop on her but Kylo Ren’s impatience sent an airstrike, and in the ensuing chaos 2187 had no option but to pretend the reason he hadn’t shot Rey was because he was a Resistance sympathizer. They fled together and returned to the Finalizer to rescue the droid’s master. 2187 figured he would tag along and turn them in as soon as he got a chance…but they succeeded in their mission, and the longer he spent with the Resistance, the more he began to think he didn’t want to leave. Too bad he’s already reported their destination to the First Order…

The Newest Hope (alt-TFA): Finnick Peckhum has always been able to hear the voice of the Force. For years, he tried to ignore it – but eventually the call was too loud. Finn followed it Ahch-To, to Luke Skywalker. The self-exiled Jedi Master was reluctant to train a new student after Kylo Ren, but even he could not deny the will of the Force itself and gave-in, teaching Finn the Jedi arts – but another call summoned him back. The young Jedi Knight arrived on Jakku just in time to help a scavenger escape a First Order patrol. Finn heard the Force in Rey too, and knew he had to train her in the ways of the Force – and to find the Resistance led by Luke’s sister, Leia. With a Jedi Knight and his Padawan on their side, the Resistance finally stands a real chance. Together he and Rey will take the fight to Kylo Ren, intending to right the balance he upset with his turn to the Dark…one way or the other.

Another Kriffing Farmboy (alt-TFA): growing-up with a loving, hard-working family on a planet so far from galactic civilization it might as well not even be on the charts, Finn Peckhum never gave much thought to politics – until the First Order bombed Ennth and destroyed everything he ever loved. Frightened of their overwhelming might, Finn gave no thought to revenge until yet another low-paying freighter job took him to Jakku where he crossed paths with a droid and a scavenger desperate for a ride off-world. Agreeing to smuggle them in the ship he worked on in exchange for a hefty reward seemed like a chance to safely tweak the First Order’s nose until they blew up that ship, too, leaving Finn and his new allies to flee in the first wreck they could get their hands on. As things got more and more dangerous, Finn kept meaning to leave – but somehow, he never got around to it, and the next thing he knew General Organa was handing him a blaster and welcoming him to the fight…

There Is Another (alt post-TFA): while the lightsaber never called to him the way it did Rey, something helped him retain his humanity through the First Order’s brainwashing; something helped him hold his own against Kylo Ren with a weapon he barely understood…and that something was the Force. While Rey was off seeking Master Skywalker, General Organa helped tutor Finn in his own Force skills while his body knitted itself back together under the tender ministrations of Resistance medtechs. He might never be able to able to best a true master of the Force, not without more thorough training anyway, but Kylo Ren was no Darth Vader. And with the new lightsaber he’s just completed, Finn can’t wait for a rematch with the monster who almost severed his spine and broke his teacher’s heart…

Trusted Leadership (alt-TLJ): most of the Resistance’s leadership was lost in the explosion that wounded General Organa, but General Antilles had always been a cockpit warrior himself and hadn’t been anywhere near the ship’s bridge. When Poe took the plan he, Finn, and Rose had concocted to him, Wedge was happy to put his own resources behind the scheme and with a reliable slicer in tow, they infiltrated the Supremacy and shut down the tracking program, allowing the Resistance to escape. Holdo was furious with Antilles but he had the rank to whether her temper, and thanks to the timely arrival of Rey and Chewbacca in the Millennium Falcon, the infiltration crew made it back to the fleet only a little the worse for wear. The Resistance went to ground to lick its wounds and plan its next strike against the First Order, and Finn was officially inducted into the fight by a recovered Organa.

The First Pebble (alt post-TLJ): no one ever gave much thought to stormtroopers as people, not the First Order or the Resistance either. They were just there, anonymous and disposable shock troopers…but they weren’t. And Finn proved that both to the galaxy and to his former comrades. Within the stormtrooper ranks, his choice started a revolution. When word got around that he had even bested the mighty Phasma, not once but twice, well…it made all but the most strident diehards take notice. Now Finn wasn’t just some ordinary defector; he was a rallying cry. The first time a stormtrooper unit got in touch with a request for help defecting, Finn thought it was a fluke – but Poe Dameron knew better. He knew this was the start of an avalanche that might bring the First Order down from the inside…if Finn is brave enough to make himself the face of this new revolution.

Matched Lightsabers (alt TROS): in the wake of the Resistance’s near-obliteration on Crait, the survivors have to work harder than ever – which in Finn’s case means more than just running missions and pitching revolt to stormtroopers. It means training with Rey and Leia in the use of the Force. He was an uncertain, reluctant apprentice – but Leia was adamant that he learn, and Finn could no more say no to the General than to the Force itself. Confidence was his biggest hurdle. What business did a former stormtrooper have learning to master the Jedi arts? It wasn’t until he and Rey walked onto Exogol that Finn finally admitted to himself that he was a Jedi – a declaration that nearly killed him. Together, they managed to defeat the half-resurrected Palpatine and restore peace to the galaxy. Now Finn faces his biggest challenge: how to teach as well as learn.

The Next Jedi (post TROS): Finn never expected to become the first apprentice of the New Jedi Order – never really wanted it, if he’s honest. But the Force had been whispering in his ear for years and eventually, that whisper became a shout he could not ignore. Even with the First Order crushed to ash and dust, there is plenty to be done patching the galaxy back into shape and building a new government to keep people both safe and free; plenty of things for Finn to focus on instead of his training, working with Poe and Rose and Kaydel and Chewbacca…but Rey is stubborn, and so is the Force. Even if it scares him as much as it entices him, Finn is going to have to learn…and alongside his friend and teacher, someday construct a lightsaber of his own.

Stormtrooper Advocate (post TROS): Finn knows that Rey wants him to focus on his Jedi training while Poe and Rose want his help with their diplomatic efforts – but Finn knows who really needs him now: all the lost stormtroopers recruits who need to dig their way out of the First Order’s brainwashing and learn to be people. It’s a lot of trauma to recover from; a lot of indoctrination to unlearn. Alongside Jannah and her crew of defectors, Finn is spearheading the reclamation effort. Whether that means designing programs for prisoners, negotiating cease-fires with stranded units, taking whole bases down with stun-blasts for forceful deprogramming, or just giving broken kids someone to talk to, Finn won’t give up on these people. They're his people and it’s his responsibility to save them. If he doesn’t, who else is going to care?

Running All His Life (alt post-TROS): as long as Finn could remember, he’s been running away from something…but it wasn’t until facing Kylo Ren in battle that he realized that something was the Force – and that realization terrified him. Watching Rey struggle to master Leia’s teachings and learning more about how Ben Solo had become the monster in his nightmares only cemented that fear, and Finn did everything he could to deny what he’d long known was true: he could feel the Force, too. He knew he was being a coward, letting Rey face that burden alone; lashed-out at Poe for keeping secrets about his past out of guilt for his own silence…but he couldn’t, daren’t, admit the truth to anyone. When Rey tried to tell him she could sense the Force in him, he denied it; when she started searching for Force Sensitives to train, he threw himself into his work rebuilding a galactic government alongside Poe, Rose, and Jannah instead. But every day the voice of the Force in his head is getting louder; how long can he keep running?

A Knight Of Ren (alt Trilogy): the First Order tests all their stolen “recruits” for Force potential, and they found it in the one designated FN-2187. Trained alongside the next generation of the Knights of Ren – mostly taken from the First Order’s youthful conscripts, some gathered along the way – to wield the Dark Side and serve Snoke and Kylo Ren, Finn was loyal and devoted…and troubled. While he was a strong Force user, he could never fully commit to the power of the Dark Side; never completely embrace it. Knowing that his doubts made him weak, he did his best to push them away…but then he met the girl from Jakku, and his whole world went sideways.

LEGENDS EU VERSES:

Rebel Defector: just because snubfighter jockeys and ranking officers made the splashiest exits when they left Imperial service didn’t mean they were the only ones. For stormtrooper conscript FN-2187, the Empire was the only option – until stunts like the Rand Ecliptic and monstrosities like Alderaan changed his mind. Getting away from the Empire alive wasn’t easy, but when Finn was assigned guard duty for a Rebel prisoner he knew his chance had come. Talking half his unit into coming with him and dosing the other half in stun blasts, he marched the prisoner onto a Lambda-shuttle for transfer to the Lusankya…and then the rebellious stormtroopers overpowered the Imperial pilots, opened the Rebel’s binders, and jumped to freedom. Adjusting to service in the Rebellion’s infantry was difficult, but not as difficult as carrying-out Imperial orders. And maybe someday, he’ll make up for what he did for the Empire and can go on to have a normal life at last. (for Rebellion and New Republic-era interactions)

More Coming Soon! like literally as soon as soon as someone asks for or suggests one, I love AUs. Don’t be shy!

#rules #verses #rp style #ooc ramblings #for mobile users

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daedricsheep · 7 years

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O shit watup i got tagged in a fandom tag thing

I got tagged by @the-fanaddict, go follow ‘em. They’re cool.

List your fandoms.

List your OTPs.

If you have any ships that are almost OTPs, list those as well.

List your top 5 favorite male characters.

List your top 5 favorite female characters.

List your top 5 villains.

List your top 5 male actors.

List your top 5 female actors.

What fandom are you most involved in?

What fandom do you think has had the biggest impact on you?

What are your favorite genres for books, movies, and TV shows?

Any favorite fanfictions?

List your 5 favorite authors.

Any favorite writers, directors, or producers?

AIGHT

I’m not huge into fandoms in general. Early in life I wasn’t super into a lot of things that other people on tumblr were. The closest I ever got into being part of a community that made things centered around a show or youtuber was SlyFoxHound back in the day. I wonder what he’s up to. I haven’t watched him in years. I made a couple of fan-art things. I drew way better back then. I wasn’t trying so hard. Maybe that’s been my problem tbh

kind of a cousin of that, i’m not super into shipping, but honestly if you don’t think that Hardison and Parker, Danny and CJ, and Charlie and Zoey are perfect for each other then you’re wrong (wow two of those are West Wing oops).

eh, if it’s not perfect then i’m not very invested. The OT3 of Hardison, Parker, and Elliot is super cute tho (and apparently it was confirmed cannon after the fact?????).

oh gosh, i’m gonna try and take one per show, 1 Josh Lyman, 2 Alec Hardison, 3 Satan (TDIAPT), 4 Jean-Luc Picard, 5 Sam Seaborn (i lied)

Same attempt 1 Abby Bartlet, 2 Sophie Deveraux, 3 Asuna (From SAO while she was still a badass general and a human being), 4 Claire Temple (holy shit i’m in love), 5 The Hero Amelia and Mariah Dillard (such well written trauma-based characters tbh)

HONESTLY okay so my favorite stories are where there’s no clear-cut villain, just because as a philosophy i hate the idea of a “true good vs evil” so i’ma go with antagonist. This list changes a lot, so the order her is mostly inconsequential 1 JIM. FUCKING. STIRLING., 2 Jed Bartlet’s inner demons (yeah i said it), 3 Envy (FMA:B), 4 Klingons (as they’re often set up as antagonists to the federation in an ideological sense, regardless of what side they’re on and i like that complexity), 5 Azula.... holy shit Azula.

1 Martin Sheen, 2 Mark Sheppard, 3 Bradly Whitford (i did not expect his performance in Get Out to be nearly that good tbh), 4 Richard Schiff, 5 Sir Patrick Stewart. I’m sorry, West Wing had too strong of a cast lmaooo

1 Allison “The Jackal” Janney, 2 Stockhard Channing, 3 Kirsten Vangsness (Character didn’t break the top 5, but holy shit how Kirsten plays Penelope is absolutely flawless. Granted i’ve only seen like 7 or 8 seasons of the show tbh and can’t bring myself to watch more), 4 Lucy Liu (Haven’t given Elementary the attention it deserves but holy shit do i love this woman and how she makes the very standard “Watson” character incredibly fun and unique with how well she portrays an actual guide/friend for Sherlock rather than just a kindamaybe gay lackey), 5 again, Claire Temple wouldn’t be nearly the character she was without Rosario Dawson to back her up. SO FREAKIN SMART, strong, idealistic, and given a real backbone by Rosario.

eeeehhh probably just West Wing at this point. I listen to one podcast and reblog the few drops of fan-made content we get every month. Does that consist of being “involved”?

Youtube communities and comment sections very early on in my highschool career had a HUGE impact on who I became, how energetic i was, how much i value my friends, and what games i played. Thank you Homies. That’s one community that i’m never gonna forget, even if i wasn’t in the in-crowds. I’ve never been at the cool kids table even for the nerds lmaooo

Political Drama and high fantasy

Don’t read fanfiction.

I don’t read much anymore oops. I’ve been trying to fix that for years. I don’t really read enough to have a good voice on this. I’ve been enjoying Naomi Novik’s His Majesty’s Dragon but I started the second book over a year ago and i’m only halfway through and starting it over again because i forgot all of it.

I’m gonna follow what Jordan Peele does. Get Out was beyond amazing. I’ve also recently found a few AMAZING youtube channels that I think everyone should check, out, here, are, just, a few. These all have to do with critical analysis of media, be it youtube, films, or video games, but they all have a very unique way to do it in a way I find INCREDIBLY valuable and entertaining. PLEASE click at least one of them!!!

That was probably longer than originally intended and more than anyone cares to read, but eh. you can blame @the-fanaddict.

I tag (i think i tag 5?): @scatteredintellect @sam-i-am-seaborn @crimsonphaquer @thatll-do and @helltooth

#tag meme #long post

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discoursedumpster · 7 years

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tw: child sexual abuse, rape, emotional abuse, suicide-baiting, transmisogyny

I never do call-outs ‘cause they take forever, but this has to stop.

@sleepdontvisit claims they’re on a campaign to root out “inclusionist pedophiles and pedophile apologists.”

Instead, they almost exclusively target bi trans sexual abuse survivors, frequently flat-out lying about what those survivors have said.

(In their whole call-out list, there’s only two people who aren’t trans. And the cis people only get called out for supporting “pedophile apologists,” they aren’t calling the cis people pedophiles.)

They consistently link to receipts that don’t support their statements, knowing that people won’t click through and read all that.

Many of their call-outs have hundreds of notes, and have goaded exclusionists and even some inclusionists into sending anon hate, suicide-baiting, and death threats to inclusionists who are bi trans sexual abuse survivors.

It’s not a coincidence that bi and trans people (especially trans women) are the ones that are most frequently stereotyped as sexual predators, in both the gay and straight communities.

(DID U KNOW: Part of the reason that the acronym wasn’t “LGB” till the early 90s was that radical lesbians said bi men shouldn’t be allowed at Pride because they were rapists.)

It might be relevant that sleepdontvisit seems to be very biphobic, saying things like, “Why are literally all of the big bisexual bloggers literally the most cringeworthy people I have ever encountered?”

there are two lesbians on their list, out of all the bi people.

they’re both trans women.

And now they’ve begun going around harassing trans inclusionist survivors who haven’t heard of their campaign, by implying that they’re “pedophile apologists” too if they haven’t called out these people yet. Or if they say that it’s not okay to call CSA survivors “pedophile apologists.”

They guilt-trip and threaten anyone who won’t help them in their smear campaign, even discoursers who are calling out individual people already. They are goading exclusionists to harass these people. One of their victims has already deleted, that I know of.

When one survivor called them out for things like posting content about pedophilia in the ace positivity tag, their response was to go through that person’s blog and list everyone they’d reblogged from who themselves had ever reblogged from one of the people on the list. Which may have been well-intended but comes off as intensely harassing.

And then they falsely claimed that "ace/aro minors… are being told by adults that it’s ‘normal’ for children to be sexual, so it’s important for them to identify as asexual.”

(That person even said “If you’d like, I can give you a list of exclusionists that none of you are no-platforming (and one of which went hand-in-hand with discourseprincesa and doing just as much harm but is still being defended)” and instead of taking the information, they ignored it, and instead tagged another post to boast that inclusionists ignore callouts but exclusionists call out all their TERFs. I know for sure that one isn’t true, @allosexisterfs is mine and it contains a list of about 250 exclusionist TERFs, that sleepdontvisit hasn’t said a word about that I know of. BUT ANYWAY)

If you care about survivors, please spread the word to no-platform sleepdontvisit, and to stop spreading their lies.

This is loooooooooong because they have been targeting so many people.

I will try to make it easy to read.

I’m going to list each person separately, link to the receipt(s), and show why the person isn’t a “pedophile apologist”. In no particular order:

memestealingasexual:

They are targeting biromantic, bi/demisexual, agender memestealingasexual/@thegenderlessbisexual/@justqueerthoughts/ @thekidsalreadyknow for supposedly associating with pedophile apologists.

(This is one of only a couple people on the list where I don’t know if they’re a survivor. It’s none of anyone’s business obviously, it’s just that everyone else involved blogs very openly about being a survivor. And that’s important because they’re trying to sell the entire thing as being pro-survivor, when it actually involves attacking survivors.)

Their only receipt for this is that memestealingasexual talked to someone on Twitter who had also, in a separate conversation, told sleepdontvisit that some survivors look at loli stuff because they identify with it, instead of looking at it in a sexual way.

Then they call this “a nice web of every big inclusive blog supporting and promoting pedophiles who consume child porn lmao!”

robotbisexual (formerly theangrybi):

They are targeting bi trans and intersex CSA survivor @robotbisexual as a pedophile apologist. Their only receipt for it: an old call-out post where robotbisexual/theangrybi said “@leavesurvivorsalone is so fucking violent that without a single fucking example other than the fact that I think they’re violent, they come to me (a CSA survivor) and scream that I’m a pedophilia advocate… Also as a warning: they are apparently mobbing and viciously abusing and wishing harm on anyone who reblogs this post. Especially if you’re a CSA survivor. Please be careful.“

If you’re re-reading that, trying to figure out how robotbisexual became a “pedophile apologist” for saying that this person had "started a campaign to call everyone who disagrees with you (including multiple CSA survivors) ‘pedophilia supporters’”?/???????????????… don’t worry, so am I.

wetwareproblem:

They are targeting bi trans woman CSA survivor @wetwareproblem because she responded to the claim of “pedophile apologist” by musing, “Hey, remember that time you faced off against half a dozen guys larger than you, while they were surrounding you and threatening to beat the shit out of you, because you were protesting in an attempt to have child rapists and pornographers charged and convicted? Good times.”

They called this a “frankly irrelevant sob story” and said, “We get it, you’re the greatest martyr to ever martyr because you posted an unverifiable story on the internet where you’re completely anonymous.”

Then they called her a pedophile apologist just for (allegedly) saying that pedophilia, which is in the DSM, was a mental illness. And followed it up with a list of demands, implying that if she doesn’t meet their demands to help them in their campaign, they will continue to target her for harassment too.

rainfelt:

She’s cis, but she’s still a bi non-CSA abuse survivor. They explicitly target @rainfelt solely because she defended one other person on this list. Their only receipt on her is her saying, “[People who believe sleepdontvisit] are losing a fantastic resource, and they’re losing it because they made the mistake of trusting [sleepdontvisit]. Which, one can’t help feeling, was exactly the plan.”

socialjusticeichigo:

A multiromantic, ace, genderfluid blogger. The only receipt on them: they reblogged a post rebutting one of sleepdontvisit’s callouts.

The rebuttal said things like “As a sexual abuse survivor who has worked in the mental health field, I have a really big problem with people pointing at sexual abuse survivors who explicitly state (as in the luchagcaileag link above!) that they have zero attraction to children and feel physically nauseous at the idea of exposing children to anything sexual, and that they have kinks that are obvious responses to their sexual abuse that they are using to try to heal from their sexual abuse, and saying ‘THIS PERSON WANTS TO RAPE KIDS AND ANYONE DEFENDING THEM IS JUST AS BAD.’”

They even pointed out that “everyone you are calling a pedophile apologist, or a pedophile, is a fucking sexual abuse survivor who is fighting pedophilia and child sexual abuse.”

This is not an example of @socialjusticeichigo being a “pedophile apologist.”

But it does have an example of sleepdontvisit lying about what people are saying, in the rebuttal. (the lie: ”they’re literally saying ‘enjoy[ing] art of adults fucking children is just content people ASSOCIATE with pedophiles, they’re not actually pedophiles!! :)’”)

evilguacamole:

Same exact thing actually, for @evilguacamole, except this blogger appears to be a cis bi guy. The sole receipt: that he reblogged that same rebuttal.

This is starting to look like a personal vendetta.

periegesisvoid/golbatgender:

Bi/trans/aro survivor and one of the people being targeted the most often by exclusionists.

This one is especially messed up. The first receipt is @periegesisvoid noting that they’re being harassed by @bipeoplearentyourpawns, who then reblogs it to make fun of them. (And to implicitly acknowledge the other thing in the post, which is that bipeoplearentyourpawns suicide-baited @luchagcaileag.)

But of course that’s not what the receipt is for; I haven’t seen any exclusionists call out bipeoplearentyourpawns for consistent harassment and suicide-baiting. No, it’s somehow trying to claim that the problem here is… that this somehow implies that periegesisvoid is a pedophile apologist??

The second receipt is periegesisvoid suggesting to luchagcaileag that she should turn off anon, because of that same suicide-baiting.

(The suicide-baiting isn’t just bipeoplearentyourpawns. It also comes from sleepdontvisit’s call-out efforts.)

The third receipt is from periegesisvoid’s discourse sideblog, @golbatgender. It’s a reblog of a list of variations on radfem rhetoric, such as SWERFs vs TWERFs, and the different positions each group holds.

It points out that radfems like to say that all sex work is rape, that porn is rape, that prostitutes should be shot, that all kink is rape and abuse and pedophilia, that doms should be shot, and that all “Bad Ships” (ships that portray abuse) are rape and abuse and incest and pedophilia, and that “Bad Shippers” should kill themselves.

This is still not pedophilia apologism. Saying that people make huge negative generalizations about sex work, porn, and “Bad Ships” is not saying that pedophilia, or even sexual abuse, are okay.

vergess/intersex-ionality:

Another of their trans bi and intersex sexual abuse survivor targets, @vergess/@intersex-ionality, has already left tumblr after months of continuous targeted emotional abuse, from exclusionists trying to claim they were a “pedophile apologist.” Including suicide-baiting and death threats.

sleepdontvisit clearly hasn’t noticed they’re gone, and continues to direct harassment their way. The receipts they link to explicitly call vergess a “pedophile apologist” for saying that it’s important to include not just pedophilia (technically just attraction to children), but ephebophilia (attraction to teens) in the definition of a "minor attracted person”.

And for saying things like “if you can’t stop looking at [fictional and/or consensual sexual content], you are trapped in a cycle of self harm, and need to get outside help from parents, partners or doctors.”

They also specifically target them for statements like “Not all kink is sexual. Claiming that is a form of hypersexualization. Stop doing it.” How that is “pedophile apologism” is beyond me.

The same receipts also try to call them a “pedophile apologist” for saying that it’s possible to be a non-offending pedophile and to deserve to live, and for talking about how their abusers were not pedophiles, but were abusers who were looking for easy prey in the form of children.

I understand why a lot of people don’t think anyone with pedophilic disorder deserves to live.

What is unacceptable is that people who don’t believe non-offending pedophiles deserve to live are instead attacking survivors who say they do, and trying to get those survivors to kill themselves.

If you do this, you can’t claim you are supporting survivors. Telling people to kill themselves, and even just sending anon hate, is emotional abuse. It is not okay to abuse survivors and pretend you’re defending them.

courteousmingler:

According to their receipts, trans lesbian survivor @courteousmingler is a pedophile apologist for saying “as a victim of CSA myself, it makes me deeply uncomfortable that you see a cartoon depiction of a young girl and choose to immediately interpret it sexually. those images are of young girls singing, dancing, and having fun with one another in large poofy dresses- you projecting sexual themes onto those images is your decision, and it’s a disgusting one.”

They also try to get her for, in their words, just “interacting” with someone who they happen to know has a shota/loli porn sideblog. The interaction is that person complimenting @courteousmingler on a long post, and her saying thank you.

I guess if she didn’t want to be called a “pedophile apologist,” when someone complimented her she should have stopped and done some serious digging to see if she should even acknowledge them. Trans survivors, take note!

(Interestingly, they also attack her for allegedly “target[ing] survivors to discredit them”. Which seems like total projection because that’s exactly what their entire campaign is.)

feminismandmedia:

Almost all of their mods are out sexual abuse survivors and about half of them are trans. sleepdontvisit is targeting all of them as a group, but especially singling out Bethany, (@bigballofwibblywobbly), one of the other two cis bi survivor on this list. Because when they told her she was still reblogging from “a lot of blogs associated with pedophiles,” and gave her receipts, she didn’t stop. As you can see from this post their receipts don’t demonstrate that people are associated with pedophiles???????

justonepurpose:

Their only receipt for this aspec trans blogger is that an anon said @justonepurpose “told Mod Des to just ignore being called a pedo apologist bc ‘im called that for being an inclusionist’”. No link to that, and no evidence for them actually being a pedophile apologist.

rey-is-ace-rey-is-aro:

A, I think, quoiromantic or biromantic trans ace survivor. The only thing related to pedophilia in their receipt is that they reblogged something where @antiantis-saltmine said that “Drawing or writing anything involving minors and relatives, no matter how sexual, is completely legal as long as the characters are fictional.“

That sounds really bad, right? Unless you keep reading and see that they’re specifically talking about people attacking minors/survivors. And that that’s the entire point of @antiantis-saltmine: that CSA survivors get harassed and called pedophiles for reading about their own experiences.

And, if you look at what else @rey-is-ace-rey-is-aro has to say about it, you might see their post about "antis” sending “actual live child-porn of real people to artists/CSA Survivors.”

That’s what they’re responding to.

luchagcaileag:

This is the one person that they manage to call out as actually reblogging child porn.

Their call-outs of @luchagcaileag are still problematic: they assume that several tags that don’t have child porn in them do, without checking. They list the statistics for sexual assault in the LGBT community and blame trans abuse survivors for those sexual assault rates, and then call them “freaks”.

But the main problem is that even if you don’t understand that a trans lesbian CSA survivor can reblog child porn to vent and have “No interest to speak of in actual children, though, which is something I’m glad for”… even if you think that she’s just a pedophile in denial…

the result of sleepdontvisit’s callouts is NOT that people are reporting or blocking this person, it’s that they’re sending messages like “trans girl who likes lolicon = naw your just a greasy man pretended to be a woman so people will excuse your pedophilia,” “I hope someone rapes you to death,” and “🔪Slit ya wrists ho🔪”.

This is the kind of thing the survivors on this list are getting from people buying into sleepdontvisit’s campaign. En masse.

tirediscourse:

@tirediscourse is a cis bi grey-ace non-csa abuse survivor. The only receipt for her shows that she’s on the “pedophile apologist” list because… she believes it’s possible for non-offending pedophiles to exist, and she doesn’t want to follow someone who doesn’t believe that and who says that it’s not okay for survivors to read fic about their experiences.

antiantis-saltmine:

This entire blog is run by 5 sexual abuse survivors, three of whom are out as both trans and bi/pan I believe. The receipt on them has them supporting a sexual abuse survivor, who doesn’t experience sexual attraction to anyone, who reads stories about rape and child sexual abuse because it resonates with their experiences, and is upset that they get pressured to repeatedly come out as a survivor if they don’t want to be harassed about it.

It also seems as usual to be targeting them for saying that non-offending pedophiles can exist, and that pedophilia is a mental illness. And for saying that if a character is a pedophile in canon it’s okay to say that character is a pedophile, which is hardly a ringing endorsement.

Again, do not attack sexual abuse survivors who think pedophilia is a mental illness. Attacking survivors for thinking pedophilia is a mental illness only hurts SURVIVORS.

tenitchyfingers:

A possibly-cis aroace trauma survivor. The receipt says they “think pedo jokes are funny.” It links to a single “pedobear joke” post, where in the notes @tenitchyfingers says, “Pedobear was not a joke at the expense of CSA victims, it was at the expense of pedophiles and the concept of pedophilia itself.”

Then it says they support “shipping minors with adults,” but the only receipt it gives for that is a reblog of a survivor shipping a character who’s minor in canon solely as an adult.

vaspider:

Another bi trans abuse survivor. This one was mentioned in a separate post, and didn’t make it to the new call-out list. Maybe because their only receipt was that @vaspider liked a post where @autismserenity said “It’s okay to unfollow me”.

This is purely an attempt to create an atmosphere of fear among inclusionists, and especially among survivors: “watch out whose posts you like, or you’ll end up on my list getting suicide-baited!”

repstar3:

A self-identified pedophile who is not involved in ace discourse and has been consistently attacked by both sides.

autismserenity:

The reason that repstar3 is on the list. This bi trans abuse survivor first made the list of “pedophile apologists” for pointing out the months-long trend of exclusionists calling trans CSA survivor inclusionists “pedophile apologists,” which sleepdontvisit has now intentionally brought to a boiling point.

Next it was for explaining the difference between how an abuse survivor engages with child porn, and how a pedophile does.

Then they really screwed up: repstar3 told them that child porn had been how he’d kept himself from abusing anyone in person before he got into treatment, and they believed him. It emerged that of course, he was sending nudes to minors who asked for them, as young as 14. On the other hand, autismserenity wrote several thorough posts about why this was not okay, deleted repstar3′s posts, and apologized to a survivor who felt they were being spoken over.

Most recently, it was for reblogging a post that debunked a callout post for @roachpatrol (who as far as I know isn’t involved in the discourse). I’m not sure how this is supposed to be pedophilia apologism, since the callout was debunked.

in conclusion:

sleepdontvisit’s call-out campaign is incredibly harmful to CSA survivors, and is blatantly targeting the bi and trans communities, people who are already smeared as predators.

It’s blatantly trying to play on people’s underlying belief that these groups are predatory. It’s deliberately encouraging people to harass and abuse survivors, in the hopes of silencing bi and trans discoursers and discrediting inclusionists. And it’s full of lies.

#ace discourse

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