Ok, So I Am Currently Rereading The Legend Of Eli Monpress Series, And I Had A Thought. How Do They Eat?

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What has magic touched that it doesn’t spoil?

Are all the themes in “in other lands” supposed to be a commentary on something? Or do you just like writing sex scenes between minors, age gaps, and reverse misogyny?

Genuine question.

Ohhh, my dear anon, I don't believe this is a genuine question.

But it does bring up something I've been meaning to talk about. So I'll take the bait.

Firstly. Yes, my work contains a commentary on the world around us. I wonder what I could be doing with the child soldiers being sexually active in their teens (people hook up right after battles), and the age gap relationship ending in the younger one being too mature for the elder. What could I possibly have been attempting when I said 'how absurd gender roles are, when projected onto people we haven't been accustomed by our own society to see that way'? I wasn't being subtle, that's for sure.

Secondly. Yes I do enjoy writing! I think I should, it's my life's work. Am I titillated by my own writing, no - though I think it's fine to be. The sex scenes of In Other Lands aren't especially titillating, to be honest. It is interesting to me how often people sneer at women for writing romance and sex scenes, having 'book boyfriends,' insinuating women writers fancy their own characters. Women having too much immoral fun! Whereas men clearly write about sex for high literary purposes.

… I have to say from my experience of women and men's writing, I haven't found that to be true.

I’m not in this to have an internet argument. Mostly people use bad faith takes to poke at others from the other side of a screen for kicks. But I do know some truly internalise the attitude that writing certain things is wrong, that anyone who makes mistakes must be shunned as impure, and that is a deeply Victorian and restrictive attitude that guarantees unhappiness.

I've become increasingly troubled by the very binary and extreme ways of thinking I see arising on the internet. They come naturally from people being in echo chambers, becoming hostile to differing opinions, and the age-old conundrum of wanting to be good, fearing you aren't, and making the futile effort to be free of sin. It makes me think of Tennyson, who when travelling through Ireland at the time of the Great Famine, said nobody should talk about the 'Irish distress' to him and insisted the window shades of his carriage be shut as he went from castle to castle. So he wouldn't see the bodies. But that didn't make the bodies cease to be.

In Les Mis, Victor Hugo explores why someone might steal, what that means about them and their circumstances, and who they might be - and explores why someone else is made terribly unhappy, and endangers others, through their own too rigid adherence to judgement and condemnation without pity. The story understands both Jean Valjean the thief and Javert the policeman. Javert’s way of thinking is the one that inevitably leads to tragedy.

Depiction isn't endorsement. Depiction is discussion.

Many of my loved ones have had widely varying relationships to and experience of sex (including 'none'). They've felt all different types of ways about it. If writing about them is not permissible, I close them out. I'd much rather a dialogue be open than closed.

I do understand the urge to write what seems right to others. I've been brain-poisoned that way myself. I used to worry so much about my female characters doing the wrong things, because then they'd be justly hated! Then I noted which of my writer friends had people love their female characters the most - and it was the one who wrote their female characters as screwing up massively, making rash and sometimes wrong decisions. Who wrote them as people. Because that's what people do. That's what feels true to readers.

I want my characters to feel true to readers. I want my characters to react in messy ways to imperfect situations. I love fantasy, I love wild action and I love deep thought, and I want to engage. That's what In Other Lands is about. That's even more what Long Live Evil is about. That sexy lady who sashays in to have sexy sex with the hero - what is her deal? Someone who tricks and lies to others - why are they doing that, how did they get so skilled at it? What makes one person cruelly judgemental, and another ignore all boundaries? What makes Carmen Maria Machado describe ‘fictional queer villains’ as ‘by far the most interesting characters’? What irritates people about women having a great time? What attracts us to power, to fiction, and to transgression?

I don’t know the answers to all those questions, but I know I want to explore them. And I know one more thing.

If the moral thing to do is shut people out and shut people up? Count me among the villains.

Noir Princesses by Ástor Alexander

Police/ Detective Au

Yeea, introducing my new AU.

It’s a ZoSan modern AU, where Sanji and Zoro work as detectives in the same police department. They are married.

Some history aspects are already listed in the pictures, but some more info:

Sanji basically started a new life in a new town.

He got to know Zoro the first day he visited the police department but he started work in a different branch of the department

They were introduced to each other by their boss (Nami) as they were both top graduates of their respective schools and immediately shared a mutual respect for each other

Sanji asked Zoro out after a few weeks, they dated, moved in together and got married pretty quickly

Then Sanji got transferred to Zoro’s department and everyone was excited to see how the (married) top detectives would work together

Only it didn’t work out. at all.

Both are incredibly ambitious and don’t like to share the spotlight, so they always end up fighting when working on a case together.

The first time was so bad, they almost got divorced.

Even though their teamwork is so bad, Nami puts them together as a team occasionally, mostly due to financial reasons.

Usually, they get things done in the end, like the badass married couple they are, but it’ll always be pure chaos.

Outside of work, their marriage functions wonderfully though & I hope to share some fluffy domestic hcs soon.

Break that reblog button if you support Ewan McGregor for the Obi-Wan movie.

Me watching Clone Wars like

Love y'all, anyways, soul mate au where Tony has two soul marks and one of them belongs to bucky, but he doesn't know who the second one belongs to until the soul Mark on bucky changes when he's in winter mode, and it turns out bucky and winter who are 2 different people in one body end up both being tony's soul mate.

It takes every ounce of Tony’s self-control to not drop the giant, screeching bug thing he’s trying to wrangle into one of the containment units when he hears Bucky grunt and then curse right before the comms cut out. Bucky’s more than capable of handling himself—the bugs are more annoying than dangerous, anyway—but being relatively freshly bonded is still fucking with Tony’s instincts every now and again.

He finally manages to stuff the wriggling bug into a cage, slams the door shut, and quickly takes off again, doubling back towards the portal the bugs are crawling out of. Bucky’s a little off to the side, on his hands and knees, panting, but looking mostly unharmed.

“Talk to me, Buckaroo,” Tony says as he lands in front Bucky, retracting the faceplate. “What’s happening?”

For a long moment, Bucky doesn’t react, just keeps breathing hard and quick. Then he slowly lifts his head, face eerily blank, and rasps, “Unclear.”

(More after the break!)

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