Personal - This persecution and hate has to STOP

From the owner of Rose of Lancaster,

Over the past two weeks, I tried to stop someone who had this site on a continuous reblog (because it’s “good canon”) of all the original materials of one of its main tags - publicly because private attempts were ignored, and because private attempts were only answered publicly and in a way that had to be defended.That reblogging happened after the person reposted the relevant post that had source outside tumblr without crediting my blog or the original source, and reblogged posts with sources on tumblr with leaving this blog out.

I never denied, but here is me admitting it once more: I sent this person about 10/dozen private messages to stop - I haven’t counted. I sent them over the course of about 10 days if I remember correctly. I only say this, because I got really upset in my last ones. I otherwise had no interaction with this person, really I just came back from hiatus when this started happening. I also published this situation on my roleplay blog. I was extremely hurt and upset, I actually tried to take my main blog - this one - down to protect it from further duplication of it’s original materials. Some of those were my own writings and offtopics for ‘canon’. As I had no interaction with the other blog owner doing this, I didn’t know/realise that this person went out of town during the time - not before I started messaging, but when I went public with the problem, she was out of town. I HAD TO DEFEND AND PROTECT THE NAME OF THIS BLOG - IT HAS TWO YEARS OF MY WORK AND RESEARCH!!! – so when a selection of my messages was posted, when my single ask to unfollow my blogs was published as a harassing message and my personal fundraiser exposed to those now hating on me, I posted the screenshots and other evidence I had. And now, as everything else failed, I had to put my RP blog on hiatus as I just couldn’t handle this hate and the unjustness of everyone turning away, I couldn’t live with the community that blog was part of thinking and believing me for an “obsessive harasser.”

NOW I KNOW - I should’ve never gone public, I should’ve never publish. I know nothing would’ve happened if I keep this matter private as I have been ignored, it would’ve just continued probably. But I also know now that going public was wrong. I am considered now to be a someone that people should distance themselves from or stay away from, and my reasons, the proof - it’s all forgotten and forgiven as if it didn’t happen, or maybe because it didn’t happen with the blogs of those who hate on me.

My personal fundraiser has been posted and presented by the reposter person as her defense, portraying it as if it was the only reason I was angry about. DOES IT MATTER WHAT PROMPTS ME TO ASK SOMEONE – at first instance - TO NOT HAVE MY BLOG ON A CONTINUOUS REBLOG? …To the point where it recreates one of the major tags (topics) of this blog. It’s my blog and my works and research and knowledge, I don’t want it to be a mere resource pool, ESPECIALLY to people who don’t care about me. Why does it matter what my first reason was, when afterwards the continuous reblog materialised, AND I found out about the repost? Since when does my asking for help make reposting and extensive reblogging against my will right and allowed?

Tumblr has clear rules about copyright. Repost is a BIG NO-NO. Even reblog, if I ask someone to stop just reblogging my whole tag, it’s a no-no. IT DOES NOT LIMIT THE REASONS WHY I CAN ASK THIS. It does not limit the reasons why people can be asked to stop with this.

THAT POST WHERE I ASKED FOR HELP HAS MY PRIVATE *REAL* DETAILS IN IT, now exploited in this argument. People from that person’s blog come over looking for it - in the past days, there were days when it made up at least HALF the traffic of this site - pageloads from that blog straight to the post linked.

THE REASON I WRITE THIS HERE IS, THE HATE JUST DOESN’T STOP.

THERE IS A PSA out there to stop sending me hate (I actually was thinking that people will listen, because the person who wrote it is one to be respected and thus I dared to turn on anon.) Some people may have taken it literally in the opposite direction, because within hours, I received hate again. I presume you know I track IP traffic, and it’s per pageload. I can find the posters, I could expose them. But I am sick of this argument swallowing up my main blog now as well.

ANONHATE WILL NEVER BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG.

STOP PLEASE - Stop coming to my blog looking for my fundraiser and my real details, it is nobody’s business who hates on me.

and,

STOP PLEASE - Stop sending me your opinions about how I should’ve said nothing about someone reposting from this blog, or how I should’ve never asked anyone’s help, or HOW YOU HOPE I WILL BECOME HOMELESS SOON BECAUSE THEN I WILL DISAPPEAR FOREVER! STOP WRITING TO ME, A CHRISTIAN, THAT I WILL SURELY GO TO HELL FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE. (That person who wrote that clearly knows nothing about Christianity and God.) Stop sending me hate, stop calling me names now on my main blog, AFTER I’ve already given up my roleplay blog. 

HOW CAN PEOPLE HURT OTHERS THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW SO BADLY?

HOW CAN PEOPLE EXPLOIT OTHER’S REAL LIFE ISSUES AND MISERY SHAMELESSLY AND WRITE HATE ABOUT IT TO THEM???

I will not take down the proof that I was reposted, just because I get hate. Isn’t it obvious by now? Grow up please, stop sticking noses into my business and acting as if anyone knows me. There are only a handful people on tumblr who knows me, in real life and personally, and knows I own these blogs. They would NEVER send me hate to me.

This persecution and hate against me has to stop.

From now I’ll send haters’ IP addresses to Tumblr to investigate further.

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Catherine face went pale before frown, “Then I will kill that person that summoned me then her. However with just a unlucky curse that is quite terrible.”

Humphrey raised an eyebrow. "Remind me when you do it, I wish not to take part in such seances." He said coldly. "And I advise you not to be too loud about it either, unless you like to be burned at the stake. Tis forbidden in our land to talk as you do. Tell me how you shall find out if it was her?"

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She thanked him as he placed the blankets and fur coat on her shoulder, bringing it closer to her as she exited the warm confines of her chamber.

Kate nodded as Humphrey whispered in her ear about keeping her pregnancy a secret. Only Alice, her closest friend, nurse, and confidant knew about it after pointing out the signs to her when she started feeling ill. She was overjoyed of course when she found out, but thought that it would be a nice surprise to Henry once he would come back home.

"I understand," she replied softly, nodding. "I must call for Alice to stay with me, she is the only one who knows and she is one who can be trusted; she is loyal to me and to Henry."

"Aye," Humphrey nodded, "Send a guard for her once you settled, to wake her. Tis better if your French maid is also in safety. The chamber will still be cold I am afraid, but my stewards lit the fires now," He added. Gently grabbing her arm, he led her out and through the keep, looking around as they hastened in the dark, surrounded by guards. On the other side the door of the watchtower opened in front of them, and he rushed her in. He had his own knights searching the tower chambers before, and his own servants preparing her a place. He pointed towards the stairs upwards, for her to follow the guards who already made their way up.

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       His back ached from the weight of his armor, and his legs felt almost   n u m b . He shifted his stance a bit and tightened his fingers around the golden greatsword. He could   N O T   wield a sword, but he could hold one.                  His missing hand was throbbing. That was almost funny.

                      He had more feeling in the hand he’d lost              than in the rest of the body that   r e m a i n e d  to him.

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"My lady," Humphrey bowed his head slightly, "Humphrey, duke of Gloucester. At your service. I have just arrived in Rome. Tis surely a marvelous city with flowers like you."

        Lucrezia grinned, holing out her hand to him and dropping into a small curtsey. “Lord Humphrey. What brings you to Rome, my lord? Are you here to visit with my father, the Pope, or just to gaze upon the wonders of our city? You can walk with me, if you’d like.”

Humphrey chuckled. "Neither, I am afraid" he admitted, offering his arm to her for a walk. "Though I am most interested in Rome. I always wished to see it, and now I made the detour to do so, to pray at the shrine of St Peter. Maybe he would finally hear my prayers." He paused, looking around in silence. The street was busy, yet the peasant running about the street gave way, no doubt to her.

"I am a fugitive. I say I am a duke, and I shall be as is my birthright, being the son and brother and uncle of kings... yet some would say I am a traitor, my estate forfeit. Some say I am dead." He looked at her, "I escaped my own murder. I hear rumors some unlucky fellow is buried in my name."

Then the thought came like a lighting strike. "Your father could turn it all around. Henry, my nephew the king is pious beyond reason. I would appreciate a visit with your father the pope, to see if he could be of help remedy the situation I am in, before England loses more than it's royal duke and heir presumptive."

{closed to BalianRP}

balian didn’t consider himself clever, as well as what others thought to be smart and intelligent was just a tricky mind to him. But balian had become wise enough to kearn to listen. To listen good. “non Monsieur, s’il-vous-plait, je vais entendre avec patience.” balian did want to hear about him, and while introducing himself, rather with the way he would do it than his actual words, balian would learn what a person he was.

Humphrey pointed at the chair in front of him, on the other side of the table he sat at, for the newcomer to sit. He didn't feel much comfortable with the other one standing. "I am Humphrey, of England, of Lancaster. There are a great deal of titles I carry that I wish not to bore you with, presently they bear little importance except that I am a royal duke, and distant cousin to your king through King Fulk." He sighed, leaning back in his chair "I've been too naughty for the pope's taste so I am ordered here, as a means of penance. I bet you wonder what my sin was..."

"Well I dared to marry a woman because I loved her... but due to the fact that she had her previously forced marriage annulled by the antipope and not by the one in Rome, and she had too much lands to inherit for her marriage situation not to be of importance, the current pope believes she and I shall be separated. So in my translation, what God has united has become nothing of worth, you see. According to this decision, the duchess of Bavaria-Staubing and Countess of Hainaut, Holland and Zeeland really has no more right than that of a tower cell rat, because surely she will die in a tower cell to ensure she dies without heirs, and her lands will pass on into the hands of my enemy in this matter. And as for me... I suppose I am expected to die here. With you, whenever this 'Defender of the Faith' this Saladdin decides to invade your kingdom. Problem solved. Sometimes I wonder how much Rome was paid for this, it makes one wonder, don't you think?"

He paused, wondering if it was his tiredness or his annoyance by his own situation that led him become so cynical about it. It certainly helped with his pains and regrets though, he could talk about the matter without almost any emotional effect this way. He could keep himself safe from regrets and guilts that tried to creep on him every now and again.

As soon as Danielle heard who he was. It all made sense. Before thinking she asked the one question that she felt was needed to make her decision. “If you decide to become King, would you end the Cousins War?” This man was trustworthy but her alliance was being torn between both sides. She had been a Yorkist, she had supported their cause against Henry VI. A part of her wished to stay Yorkist because it was what she had known, but this man before her had been so kind and friendly, he was brave enough to admit his true identity. “I am sorry if I appear rude milord, that is not my intension at all, I hope you understand.”

Humphrey smiled at her kindly. "You mean these battles where the lords of England slaughter themselves to the last?" He asked. "I found it amusing when I heard of it, how they order to cut down the ones with title, save the infantry. What kind of insanity is that?" He sat down on one of the benches of the small chapel. "Well, to end that nonsense, I would require to win the crown, right? And I would require an army. Somehow I doubt it can be won without a fight, and that means entering this insane war you refer to, or..." He looked at her, his eyes full of mischief "or trick them all. I need help with it. And a plan, for as I said I have not decided yet on my next steps. I am merely testing who will be my allies. But if you wish to end the war, you found your man. I saw enough fighting for ten lifetimes, I wish no more of it."

To her liking. Lagertha dared not speak the truth that was on her mind. She only ‘liked’ it because it reminded her of home. The fields she used to walk when she wanted time to herself. Just to think. And now, she had all the time to herself. Too far from home for her to ever ‘like’ anything truly. Instead she smiled wearily, casting a glance towards the man’s game at the other end of the field. It would come close enough, she knew it. Perhaps if he made the kill, he’d let her be on her own again. Highly doubtful. He seemed protective of his lands and all that stood on it. “I did not mean to intrude, but I will stay still for as long as necessary. And if that proves useless, I…" do they permit women to hunt in these lands? She thought to herself but thought best not to ask. "I can make your supper for you and any that may reside in your house,” Lagertha offered instead.

Humphey smiled widely, looking at her. "First we need to get the game for dinner, else we have no dinner at all." He whispered. The deer stood still and after a few minutes, he lowered his bow. He has been annoyed by this waiting game long before he found her, and now all he wanted to end it, and instead pay attention to his newly found visitor. "I never understood hunting. I was born without the perseverance required to stand still I am afraid." He slowly, quietly stepped forward. "You are welcome at my table without showcasing your cooking skills" He said looking back at the girl. After all, she was young, beautiful, and he was way too bored at home alone lately. She could bring some excitement, a guest was always an excitement. "But first..." He stepped forward towards the meadow, "we need to catch the deer."

Golden brows lifted in surprise at such treacherous words before corners of lips tinged upwards in a smooth motion. A laugh soon echoed as they split; a hearty chuckle that oozed sarcasm from its very tune. “If you are looking for someone to turn towards the other side, as you call it, you are speaking to the wrong person. I am exceptionally happy with how things are – if you wish to continue this conversation, cousin, it shall fare you no good.”

"So what awaits you, on your side, lady?" Humphrey asked, raising an eyebrow. "Some wealthy lord who you will be given as prize, reward for their loyalty to the crown of your father?" He smiled at her, yet he thought he would not be lying if he told her just straight away, she seems to be worth much more than that. Yet he kept it to himself. He thought it best not to reveal his thoughts, or suggest that he had any plans. At this point, he had to treat carefully, he already revealed his identity and his life could depend on how this conversation turns out. He decided to keep it causal, and learn more about her instead. After all, he had no plans yet. The other side, as they both referred to it, didn't present itself in a firm plan yet, and it wasn't like no peaceful solution could be found. He didn't make up his mind yet about what he wanted. "Is the lucky suitor already chosen for you then?"

Her eyes wandered about the room, taking in the finery for a moment before settling on he window. It was dark out, voices from the banquet carried and Sigyn could hear drunken laughter and innuendoes. Not all that different than Asgard.

"I come from Sweden," she said lightly. It was true, in a way. The tales of her people were told there, as well as a few other countries. I have no set destination in mind, I just wish to see the world," also true. "There is nothing particularly special about your court. And sometimes…a lie is more believable than the truth, your Grace."

Humphrey laughed, light-heartedly. "The lie helps sometimes, sure" he said. "Not in the English court though, we are way too suspicious of everyone for that. Even our own kin." He thought for a moment of Richard, the earl of Cambridge, his cousin once removed. "Even our kin may become a head shorter if they prove to be traitors." He said bitterly. "So, now that we cleared that there are no relations that you referred of. Do you have a room in an inn or something. I am afraid we shall search you and your belongings. Tis the standard. But once done, you may go freely and enjoy all the English have to offer. Subject to no further findings, or contradictions on your part."

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Sigyn listened to his dilemma intently, “It’s quite a conundrum,” She conceded, “Though perhaps if you were to use an intermediary to discuss terms?” She frowned a little in concentration, “Say… an intermediary who is wealthy enough to settle any ransom of gold me may request or, should the need arise, fight him without necessarily causing you any dishonour?” she stood and stretched a little, “I have my father’s wealth and his men at my command, and I’m sure if your reputation is important to you his will be to him… he won’t want to go to war with a woman, however dangerous she may be, and he certainly won’t want it to be known that he is going to war for the unlawful abduction of the King’s aunt, would he?” She smiled a little, “And if he tries to hold me prisoner that is not only a declaration of war on my forces but upon my guardian, the King of my realm… and he is not so considerate of reputation - he swore he would kill in cold blood anyone who dared threaten those dear to him,”

"In all honesty, I have no intention of any kind to settle with Phillip." Humphrey said. " he allies with my brother. Any settlement would still mean that he became stronger. What would we give up, gold? He can hire mercenaries overrun our lands... or overrun Normandy. He can even relay it to the Dauphin for I am sure that he negotiates secretly, after all he saw my brother doing it long enough to learn the craft well. Or would we give lands? I am not at all at liberty to give up anything that is Jacqueline's by birthright - see her council in Ghent accepted me only as her husband but not as Count. They think me too temporary to give that. The lands that Phillip is after are not mine to give. And if he was given any of it, he would grow stronger exponentially through it, again weakening the English in Normandy. Those lands were key in my brother's long term plans. My marriage was key."

"Look at it from the other side. Why would he settle to give Jacqueline up? As long as he has her, we will have no more attempts at procreating, if you know what I mean... No children, no heirs. As long as he has her, he has the lands as those lands would be his if she dies without an heir. He will lose them for good as long as she gives birth to an heir, as long as her heir outlives her, and if the heir is English, the inheritance can fall into English hands. My hands."

"I want to annihilate Phillip. I want him to learn a lesson, that he shall not mess around with the English, with the duke of Gloucester. I swear, I shall teach him that painfully, for every day he keeps Jacqueline unjustly, and for any harm that comes to her..." He realised that he raised his voice, his fingers felt cutting his palm from the strength in his fists now.