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[mariesmagix]

this is exactly what ive been saying!!

being described by race or ethnicity shouldnt be viewed as offensive because its a DESCRIBING attribute of someone

we really need to take the stigma away from being described as your race/ethnicity = offensiveness

(of course though if used in an offensive manner or context being the exception)

going on holiday today so i’ll be in and out until next monday, but before i vanish for a bit, i wanted to leave a little note that stretches across every fandom space i’m in:

it is completely okay for non-black people to say the word black when describing someone’s race or identity.

i’ve noticed this hesitation, this reaching for words like “tan” or “golden” especially when talking about light-skinned black characters. baby they are light brown, yes, and still black. and it’s funny how we can write whole lyrical paragraphs about how pale a character is, but we stop short when it comes to blackness.

black is not a bad word. blackness is not something to be tiptoed around or avoided.

what ends up happening is that black and brown characters often just don’t get described at all. if a character is brownskin or darkskin they just completely absolved from the narrative. there’s this kind of silence, like you’re afraid of saying the wrong thing, but that silence erases people too.

so i’m just gently encouraging you to lean into that discomfort and move through it. if you’re not sure in how to write it, do research.

i emphasize this a lot in my own writing because sometimes i think people forget i’m black and also because i want to show that you can write blackness without turning us into metaphors or dessert.

i think we deserve to be seen clearly.

alright, that’s everything. all my love.

ally x

[mariesmagix]

wondering bcs all of my progress on the last three unreleased chapters id written got DELETED and didnt save... so should i give up and start writing other stuff or keep lingering on this knight!abby fic

[mariesmagix]

woohoo birthdays coming up!!

only thing is i live in secluded sad suburbs and the only fun things around include that amusement park that malfunctioned and like thrifting

cons for each include;

1; oaks park is old and scary (also the place where that ride got stuck upside down for 30 mins with people in it)

2; thats a 3 hr road trip

3; the mall is notorious for sh--tings

[mariesmagix]

read the edit

ill get to work soon yall trust!!

tommy miller dbf post-apocalypse/modern au? :3

this is so cute love this!! ill add it to my bot list! 🫶u can expect it in the next 2 weeks cuz im still a little busy rn 😪

edit: yeaah i didnt do it in 2 weeks.... but im working on it, been busy lately because ive been on a couple trips and started work again

[mariesmagix]

ok guys im finally gonna start posting again.. like i said i would 2 months ago and never started LOLL

[mariesmagix]

hey guys so all of my drafts for 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦 didnt save!....

so weeks of writing... and chapters...

is gone...

[mariesmagix]

feeling like nat. park ranger abby rn lwk

[mariesmagix]

i wish i could post voice messages on tumblr i have so much to say

[mariesmagix]

tommy miller dbf post-apocalypse/modern au? :3

this is so cute love this!! ill add it to my bot list! 🫶u can expect it in the next 2 weeks cuz im still a little busy rn 😪

edit: yeaah i didnt do it in 2 weeks.... but im working on it, been busy lately because ive been on a couple trips and started work again

[mariesmagix]

new bot just uploaded on janitor-ai!! req for @/otherwoman <3

pirate!abby x siren!user bot

gonna finish other requests later this week <3 enjoy luvs

[mariesmagix]

abby anderson bot? circusmember!user would be sick

this is actually a really niche idea i like it!! not sure how id write the intro for it but ill give it a go 🫶 keep an eye on my page for a post thatll confirm the bots up !!

[mariesmagix]

Growing tired of the toxic/abusive Abby headcanons

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I truly don't think Abby has it in her. Not in any timeline, not in any version of herself.

Abby is strong, yes — physically intimidating even- but her strength is protective, never oppressive. She's hyper aware of the power she carries in her body and in her presence, and she's especially careful with the people she loves.

In fact, Abby's worst fear might be becoming a person who could hurt someone she loves. If she even thought she'd made you feel unsafe — emotionally or physically — it would wreck her. She'd spiral into shame, shut down, go quiet for days. She's the type to overcorrect into gentleness because she never wants her strength to feel like a weapon.

She might snap at someone if she's deeply overwhelmed or panicked, especially in a moment of fear or high emotion. But even then, it's reactive — never controlling, never cruel. And she always circles back to take accountability.

What Abby might do instead:

Withdraw. When she's upset, she shuts down. Goes quiet, distant. Not to punish— but because she doesn't know how to process it without accidentally hurting someone. This could feel like rejection if you didn't understand it, but it's self-protective, not abusive.

Internalize. She won't talk about what's wrong, even when she's hurting. She takes on too much, blames herself for things she can't control, and sometimes tries to "handle" things alone instead of leaning on others. This could cause tension — but again, it comes from love, not malice.

More than anything, Abby turns her intensity inward. She's her own harshest critic, especially if she thinks she's failed in her role, it devastates her.

In a relationship with her, built on deep emotional trust and so much care — there's no room for abuse. Disagreements? Of course. Miscommunications?Sometimes. But anything even resembling abuse would be the antithesis of who Abby is.

── .✦

let’s unfuck the narrative please. ༝༚༝༚

[mariesmagix]

DOWN, GIRL!

outlaw ! abby anderson x bartender ! reader

summary: working another mundane shift at the bar surprisingly brings in a tall, muscular blonde. the two of you share sweet moments— compliments, pointless banter, you even end up opening up to her about your confined past. each second you spend with abby, you find yourself falling deeper into infatuation. but, it’s not until later you find out she’s not exactly who she says she is, causing a cluster of problems to occur.

content: alcohol consumption. death. angst. fluff. strangers to lovers to enemies. one-sided hatred. hurt/comfort. humor. mutual pining. eventual smut. oral. flirting. aftercare. set in the late 1800’s. will updated as i write.

word count: estimated to be around 7-10k. comment/reblog to be tagged when uploaded! inspired by this ao3 series.

note: making my first one shot like whaaaattt ! i’m hoping to get this out before june, but my motivation comes and goes. i’ll be working on requests in the meantime, so feel free to send somee. i’m actually so excited for this, you guys don’t even know.

[mariesmagix]

been looking for a way to explain this bro 😭😭

i wish i didn't have that annoying tone in my voice when i talk. something people always point out about me is that firstly, i only ever mumble, and secondly, i am either incredibly monotone or put the emphasis on the wrong part of the sentence. and i cannot even control it—why am i so weird

[mariesmagix]

"Abby defender" this and "Ellie defender" that

WELL IM A PROUD DEFENDER OF NEITHER OF THEM SO THERE

[mariesmagix]

rip to this canonically absolute fucking dumbass (picks fights with the deranged butcher, gets dumped for the guy's cousin, is too sexy for this cave, falls into a pit TWICE)

[mariesmagix]

"But lately, I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel,"

(Drive; Incubus)

CHAPTER II; As Does She

CONTAINS; no y/n, WLW, childhood!reader & char

It had been several days; and no sign of your newfound friend. The previous (and as usual) dull mornings had dragged on, with none of the familiar harp that was the Anderson's carriage clip-clopping down the stone front entry. Things were looking grim; and you'd begun to question her disappearance, until-- finally, almost a fortnight of Abby's absence, she returned just as quick as she had left. For good.

Childishly, you found yourself waiting in the front hall, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet anxiously for her arrival. Your parents were off on a business trip in the neighboring peninsula-- which explained the fact that the Andersons' arrival wasn't as.. announced, as before. It was just you, along with a handmaid standing patiently at the front entry. Or, rather, impatiently, given the way you were staring two holes into the large, wooden doors which were the grand entrance.

A sliver of golden sunlight slipped through the crack of the two doors, widening with the simple push from a guard allowing entry. You felt yourself beam with delight; almost as bright as the rising sun outdoors, grinning shrewdly ear to ear.

She was so pretty, in this light. You'd been so excited, you had made the effort for once to awake before sunrise, just to ready for your new companion's arrival-- and god, were you tired. But it was worth it. She was. The golden light danced with the wisps of blonde hairs, like a halo around her face. It dissipated with the doors closing behind them, and she returned the same childish grin that you had. "Abby!" You practically cheered, trying not to jump from where you stood to hug her-- it would be improper, given your status. "Here-- Mother said to let the maids, but I wish to show you your room," practically giggling, you skipped forwards and curtsied at her father's presence briefly, before dragging her along eagerly.

Your laughter was infectious; Abby finding herself chuckling at your excitement, "Did I take a while? My keep is almost three days, by carriage," explained Abby, while adjusting her satchel on her shoulder, trying to keep up with your remarkable pace up the marble stairs. "I have no idea," You shrugged, "I've never been out of the citadel," grinning, you made your way upstairs. Finally, someone your own age, to hang out with-- and speak with, to relate to--

A Year Later

CLANG! echoed the iron of two swords, followed by the cacophony of birds' wings, a flock fleeing from a magnolia tree within the courtyard. You unlatched your window, gazing down into the as always, busy plaza. Abby wielded a dull practice sword, but it seemed she'd been improving, recently; at least her opponent hadn't--- given that he was on the stone ground, tapping out to yield. The sun was about an hour or two from reaching its peak, the sky clear and blue, a perfect day to stroll about the garden. Maybe pick a bouquet. You clasped your hands together, grinning and clapping loudly from the turret; drawing your Abigail's attention.

She jabbed her edgeless blade of a weapon up proudly towards your turret window, beaming up contently-- mostly just happy you witnessed her victory. Abby waved childishly with one hand, before turning back to her duties, lending a hand to the lad she'd jousted to the ground. Grinning, you sunk your shoulders and propped your head up with two palms, elbows supporting you on the windowsill.

Life was so much more.. colorful, with her presence. She'd began to rub off on you, inserting some of her good habits onto you; like waking up early (which Mother bugged you endlessly about before she'd arrived), or being sure to appreciate the nature of the world around you. Abigail had enlightened your world-- and you didn't want it to end. Ever.

After slipping on the appropriate attire, and a pair of Mary Jane style flats, you trodded down the stairs, skirt in hand; ready to start the day. Abby was at the foot of the grand staircase, beaming up at you with.. love. It made your chest twist-- although, not in a bad way. Her eyes were so pretty, when she looked up at you like that. Almost made your knees weak-- but you digress. Reaching the bottom steps, you stumbled slightly, tripping and allowing your blonde to assist you, steadying you by your arms before you could even think of falling. Grinning, the two of you made eye-contact, "Good morning," deep, blue eyes peering at you with a soft smile.

"Good morning, my princess," her touch lingered, hands still holding onto your arms firmly, despite your feet already grounded. You looked at her from the last step of the stairs, the terrain difference allowing you to-- for once, see her at the same level. "I trust you've been.. training, this morning?" Her hands finally left your sides, almost reluctantly, and Abby could only nod; eyes never leaving yours. "Since dawn, my lady," You shook your head, unable to comprehend how she could get up so early; every single day. "I've told you to call me by my name, Abigail," smiling humbly at her, she extended a hand to escort you down the last step,

"I could never, my lady." Abby had grown a lot in the last year of her presence in the palace; from her manners, to her height. She was already around 5... '7? or '8, perhaps. You didn't care to measure, but she surely was winning if you were in comparison. "Would you join me in the dining room, for break fast? Unless you've eaten already--" Abby linked her arm with yours, shaking her head,

"Was waiting for you; like always."

NOTES; im getting kinda bored of this storyline tbh, lmk if i should continue on or if i should just leave it at this bcs its a very vague story LOLL and really overdone, i was mostly using it to just figure out how tumblr works but lmk in the comments pls yall <33 xx

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