#I tried to only tag people actively updating things

[simplykaren]

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentenge for every vote the winner receives.

No pressure tagging... @jowiththeflow @speedwagons-glorious-mane @artofflorescence @clueless-and-quirkless @spiritusrex or anyone else who wants to participate

[pencopanko]

Antisemitism and Islamophobia are very similar (if not the same), actually

So I was scrolling down the #palestine tag for any updates and important information, and I came across this:

And I think we need to sit down and talk about this.

I am a Muslim. I live in Indonesia, a country that is predominantly Muslim and a lot of Muslims here also support the Palestinian cause. Hell, even our government supports it by not only allowing Palestinian goods enter the country without fee, but also by taking in Palestinian refugees and even acknowledging the status of Palestine as a state while not having any political ties with Israel. The topic of the Palestinian tragedy has been spoon-fed to us at schools, sermons, media, etc., so your average Indonesian Muslim would at the very least be aware of the conflict while non-Muslims would hear about it from their Muslim friends or through media.

However, there is a glaring problem. One that I keep seeing way too often for my liking.

A lot of them are antisemitic as hell. The sermons I would hear sometimes demonize Jewish people. Antisemitic statements are openly said out loud on social media. Some are even Nazi supporters who would literally go to anime cons and COSPLAY as members of the Nazi party. This is not just an Indonesian Muslim problem, no, but this is a glaring issue within the global Islamic community as a whole. Today, this sense of antisemitism is usually rooted in general hatred towards the Israeli government and its actions against the people of Palestine, but antisemitism amongst Muslims are also rooted in certain interpretations of verses from the Qur'an and Hadith mentioning Jewish people and Judaism (particularly the Bani Israil), but in a way that is more ridiculing instead of life-threatening when compared to how antisemitism looks like in the Western world.

As someone who prefers to become a "bridge" between two sides in most cases, I find this situation to be concerning, to say the least. While, yes, it is important for us Muslims to support Palestine and fight against injustice, we must not forget that not every Jewish people support the Israeli government. A lot of them are even anti-Zionists who actively condemn Israel and even disagree with the existence of Israel as a state as it goes against their teachings. A lot of them are also Holocaust survivors or their descendants, so it is harmful to think for one second that Hitler's actions and policies were justified. It's just like saying that Netanyahu is right for his decision to destroy Palestine and commit war crime after war crime towards the Palestinians.

As Muslims, we also need to remember that Jewish people (the Yahudi) are considered ahli kitab, i.e. People Of The Book along with Christians (the Nasrani). The Islam I have come to know and love has no mentions of Allah allowing us to persecute them or anyone collectively for the actions of a few. While, yes, there are disagreements with our respective teachings I do not see that as an excuse to even use antisemitic slurs against Jewish people during a pro-Palestine rally, let alone support a man who was known for his acts of cruelty toward the Jewish community in WW2. They are still our siblings/cousins in faith, after all. Unless they have done active harm like stealing homes from civilians or celebrating the destruction of Palestine or supporting the Israeli government and the IOF or are members of the IOF, no Jewish people (and Christians, for that matter) must be harmed in our fight against Zionism.

Contemporary antisemitism is similar to (if not straight up being the exact same thing as) contemporary Islamophobia, if you think about it; due to the actions of a select few that has caused severe harm towards innocent people, an entire community has been a target of hate. Even when you have tried to call out the ones supporting such cruelties, you are still getting bombarded by hate speech. It's doubly worse if you're also simultaneously part of a marginalized group like BIPOC, LGBTQ+, etc. as you also get attacked on multiple sides. This is where we all need to self-reflect, practice empathy, and unlearn all of the antisemitism and unjustified hatred that we were exposed to.

So, do call out Zionism and Nazism when you see it. Call out the US government for funding this atrocity and others before it that had ALSO triggered the rise of Islamophobia. Call your reps. Go to the streets. Punch a fascist if you feel so inclined. Support your local businesses instead of pro-Israel companies.

But not at the cost of our Jewish siblings. Not at the cost of innocent Jewish people who may also be your allies. If you do that, you are no different from a MAGA cap-wearing, gun-tooting, slur-yelling Islamophobe.

That is all for now, may your watermelons taste fresh and sweet.

🍉

Salam Semangka, Penco

[fandomofhappiness]

Aizawa Shouta & Shinsou Hitoshi Father-Son Dynamic Big Recomendation Fic List for starters and not

Hi everyone! After quite a long time, I finally post my Recommendation Fic List (the crowning glory of my stay in the MHA fandom) of Aizawa and Shinsou Father-Son Dynamic.

I always start reading fanfiction before I even finished read the original, what does that says about me?

I became familiar with a fairly common theory that Shinsou Hitoshi is an orphan with a rather dread past, which, of course, activated a huge curiosity in me. I tried to analyze the trend, and I will say that it's quite clear: People were infected with the idea, where abused Hitoshi was somehow saved by Aizawa. And so was I. I've read for almost hundread of any combinations of this trend and NOW I finally ready to present my Fic List.

Attention. I will attach UNFINISHED fanfics, but which actively (or not so) updated, because they are masterpieces.

WARNING! I do not attach stories which contain:

ships (except Erasermic and 2-3 ShinKami but they are not MAIN)

alpha/beta/omega thing

too fluffy and too family-oriented fics (there will be ones, but I don't want to make them a centre of my list

I cut Rec List on different genre sections (read: dynamics) and add fanfics from the most angst ones to fluffy ones so you can easily pick what you like most ;)

So, let's start!

fandomofhappiness's personal top

You Want It Darker by Ms_Chunks Genres: Shinsou Has Family, Gore and Murder, Detective, Mentor and Parental Aizawa Status: FINISHED (533,808 words) foh's comment: Highly interesting! Shinsou here is not represented as perfect kid or downtrodden teenager, he is the way I liked him in anime and manga: he bites, hisses, snaps, makes sarcastic jokes and does not allow anyone hurt him. Aizawa and Shinsou very slowly gain trust from each other, but that makes their relationship seem sincere, and not caricatured. Read for the detective, the non-orthodox view of the Hitoshi family and Erasermic. READ THE TAGS and be aware!

Fundamental Theorem of Heroics by NightowlRobin Genres: Foster Kid Shinsou, Vigilante Shinsou, Heavy Angst, Parental Aizawa Status: UNFINISHED but updates weekly (more 700k words) foh's comment: Truly FUNDAMENTAL work of all Shinsou Hitoshi stories on ao3. I'd so like to confess my true respect and love to the NightowlRobin for their most mind-blowing plot and detailising. (You will probably meet Aizawa only after 10 chapters. And it will take even longer until Hitoshi and him properly meet.) This is an epochal work that will make you believe in Hitoshi's true character and make you cry of his story because it's really brutal. I think this is the favourite work of everyone who liked Shinsou with all their hearts.

To Turn A Man Into A Stone by tanli Genres: Foster Kid Shinsou, Angst, Mentor Aizawa Status: FINISHED (15,128 words) foh's: comment: Even months after I read this work, I look back on it and think: the author did an 11/10 job. Just so you understand: this is the best example of how I see the relationship between Aizawa and Shinsou. It is the apotheosis of sincerity and affection. It is a test of will, deep introspection and acceptance. It performed so well that it seemed to me that the author wrote a chapter for the manga. Damn, the author did a lot better than the mangaka. If the previous two works were not so high-quality and grandiose, I would've put this one at the very top of my list.

If Lies Had A Flavor by scooter3scooter Genres: Foster Kid Shinsou, Erasermic Adopt Shinsou, Heavy Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eating Disorders Status: FINISHED (10,003 words) foh's comment: Perhaps one of the many angst works written by scooter3scooter, which I have reread more than once or even twice. This work is special to me, because I have never seen such an interesting look at the consequences of Shinsou's stay in an orphanage. Complex and emotional work. It is truly an honour to get acquainted with such a vast problem of humanity as eating disorder through this fanfic.

crybaby by Brachydios Genres: Foster Kid Shinsou, Erasermic Help Shinsou, Heavy Angst & Eventual Comfort, Canon Divergence Status: FINISHED (51,219 words) foh's comment: I've read this work more times than I can remember. Brachydios came into my life with this incredible work and tore me apart from the inside. I believe in every detail they describe, every character move is justified. I want to sympathize with Shinsou over and over again. One of the best Quirk-Shenanigans trope that has brought 1017 people to tears - be the next one. The performance is 100 of 10.

How It Goes by Ibelieveinahappilyeverafter Genres: Foster Kid Shinsou, Erasermic Adopt Shinsou, Heavy Angst & Eventual Comfort Status: FINISHED (20,021 words) foh's comment: This is one of the best written Foster Kid Shinsou stories ever. Hitoshi's adaptation, his thoughts and feelings, his panic, his fear of going back to the orphanage are described in a deep sincere way here. It's a heartbreaking story about the fear of punishment, taking consenquences and family. It was very personal for me and I hope you get a lot emotions after reading it.

Faith by slightlycrunchy Genres: Mentor and Parental Aizawa, Anxious Shinsou, Hurt/Comfort, School Situation Status: FINISHED (2,651 words) foh's comment: This work is also quite personal choice of mine. I wouldn't say it's grandiose, but it's very emotional for me. For the kid who worries about grades all their life, who is afraid to make a mistake, who is afraid to lose everything because of one mistake and who doesn't know how to accept their failures. I ask you to read this if my words resonate in your soul. This is the truth that we all need to hear.

Absolute Tops

Point Blank by Cobbiest foh's rec: an interesting, intriguing and beautifully written Shinsou's journey to become a part of Erasermic Family (and hero)

Deathworlders to the extreme! by AquaStarDark foh's rec: that's the funniest, most captivating and rocking people-are-space-orcs thing that I've read, really worths reading

I Would Understand by deafmic foh's rec: that is the first things first to read if you're new here, but tnh I wasn't ready for this work and dropped it once or twice before I finally made it and read it, it's really really good, but I wouldn't recommended as first-to-read.

Back to the Nest by Mags_Pie foh's rec: such a sweet thing about children and their parents. I was smiling so much.

Everything is different (since you've been around) by Plasmapause foh's rec: and THIS is how I see the best written relationship between Shinsou & Aizawa AND Shinsou & Yamada, they're building trust and becoming family very slowly BUT you really believe in these life situations that happen to Hitoshi, it is very sincere and touchy work.

It's not always easy. by ethgri foh's rec: and THIS is the HEAVIEST work I've read and really recommend it. The emotions are real and naked, I practically felt the same pain. Please be ready for heart journey, this is a brutal masterpiece.

Herding Cats by Robbirdthe8th (FictionalFeather) foh's rec: the COOLEST detective wotk, have nothing to say - just read it.

Margay by Oceanbreeze7 foh's rec: one of best ever written Shinsou.

QueNouilleCroustillante (the author of AUs that you won't forget: you may know theirs Bright Stars, but I beg you to read all of their works)

deafmic (you guys do know deafmic, that's deafmic's section for Aizawa and Shinsou, it's all too fucking good)

Mentorship Dynamics

More than a cry by Assassin Bug

Stubborn choices by Madaver

Not In The Job Description by ididntneedanewfandom (prettyvk)

Voices by SquirrelWriter

mind break by baggytshirtsandtiredeyes

The Lilac Garden by Mars_is_Gone

the night was a gelid, bitter, and biting thing by sonrissa

Countdown by Mags_Pie

polished doubt, fake sentiment by s_beth

Consequences by 22FluffyTheSpider123

Legacy by the_crownless_queen

Aizawa's Warmth by LoveableMink

Hitoshi Shinsou's Not-So-Smart Training Method by maarvehl

Keep Him Safe by Mags_Pie

stealing is bad? by borlios

Learning Curve by Cyborg_Franky

Play Along by eillo

from one foot to the other by ohwickedsoul

Family Dynamics

So this section I prefer to divide in two subsections:

fanfics where Shinsou is heavely traumatised and learns how to handle it with Eraser(-mic) help (Section A)

fanfics where Shinsou traumatises world around him and still learns how to handle it (Section B)

P.S.: section B comes first, because I love how authors perform Shinsou. They captured his audacity, intelligence and rebelliousness, he's learning from his traumas but does it shitty, and that is really interesting.

Family Dynamics Section B:

When the Darkness Fades by BlueCats

Growing Up (is harder than it looks) by BlueCats

Concerning (Some-)Things by Tododorkey (ApolloBlackwood)

The Beginning of Always by meow_z_z_z

First Day of School by Jyxnie

Split Lip; Silver Tongue by CreamcheeseBagel

Unforgettable by deafmic

A Lesson in Vengeance by Smurfee

somewhere in my heart of hearts (i knew it all along) by bototyelenol

Call to Eraserhead by sukeruton

surviving on elevated cortisol and spilt coffee by Crykea

How to Win the Sports Festival: A Step by Step Guide by mhwright

Hitoshi Shinsou's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days by Princeliest

Tight-Lipped Belief by Robbirdthe8th (FictionalFeather)

House of the Rising Sun by caprisunontherocks

Family Dynamics Section A:

Just A Phone Call Away by odymcbea

Twist My Words by CreamcheeseBagel

Take Care (of me) by scooter3scooter

it’s in the way he- by scooter3scooter

masterpiece of nature by Brachydios

spare the rod by Brachydios

Not Today (Tomorrow it May Change) by deafmic

You're an Alien? by Badum_tsh

Pardon My Presence by ShiDreamin

Everything Will Be A-Okay by nikouji

Lucky Cat by deafmic

The Misadventures of the Yamazawa Family by ComplicatedSquishy101

Home Alone by fecklessphilanderer

a voice your body jumps to callin' out your name by sparrowsAce, wander_wren

Last (First) Adventure by deafmic

You've Got A Heart As Loud As Lions by Robbirdthe8th (FictionalFeather) (warning! this work contains sexual abuse. I felt it was a difficult decision to include this here, as it is an incredibly complex topic and also incredibly important. This work is written with such respect and love, with such sensitivity, I cannot even begin to express it in words. Please, if this topic is disturbing and triggering to you, please be careful to read it.)

This concludes my top list. I finished reading about two months ago and plan to return soon and see what new and good is being written along this Father-Son trope. If you have any other cool works that are not presented here and you want to share them, send them into comments. I would be very glad! Thank you for attention!

[zepskies]

So I was really into tumblr about 10 years ago, and have gotten back into it in the last few months. I have a side blog for my fiction that I write and I don't know how to promote it cuz I'm not great at being like "hey you should read this!". I figured you might have some good advice. Thanks 🙂

Hey there! First of all, welcome back to Tumblr! 🙌🏽💜💜 What's the name of your side blog? It can be helpful to have it hyperlinked in your bio of your main blog, and if you have your masterlist as your pinned post there and on your main.

I've only been active myself on here for the past two years or so, but I have gotten this question before, so I do have some posts that may be helpful for you to check out (all of which and more are also linked on my pinned Navigation post):

How to Build a Tumblr Following (In My Experience) - 3 Tips

6 (More) Tips for Building a Tumblr Following

**[Podcast Interview with @idlingintheimpalapodcast]: "Y/N and Let Y/N…"

These are the main two that will cover the basics of optimizing individual posts all social media like (hashtags, formatting, tag lists). This will make sure people see your posts through searched tags. It might contain a lot of stuff you already know, but just in case! Tumblr likes to update rules like every two minutes, especially on tag lists. These tips contain other technical things, like making sure my blog is easy to navigate.

But the social social media stuff might be more of what you're looking for, like giving writing updates and sneak peeks to generate buzz, and setting a consistent posting schedule to keep them hooked.

In the podcast interview (around the 1:07:57 mark), I also talk about my process on increasing engagement with my writing and my blog in general.

These other posts go a little deeper into the topics covered in the first two:

PSA on Tumblr Tags: Tag Lists & # Tags

4 Ways to Create a Tag List

All in all, I've tried to create a positive environment on my blog where people feel they can safely engage with my writing and ask me questions. And I let them know what's coming through updates and other teaser posts.

Let me know if any of these posts help you! 💜

[ioniansunsets]

i discovered your blog today and i have a scenario in mind that i have to share with you!

could you write a Heartsteel!Kayn request with K/DA!reader? — headcanons, fic or even the two of them talking on discord; it could be anything! — if you want to ignore it, i will understand, dear.

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn with K/DA!Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.1k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I'm also going with headcanon of the idol thing where they try not to get caught in public together to avoid gossip but people somehow ship you guys and speculate anyway teehee ITS CUTE!!!!! I'm also pretending you guys got together after he joined Heartsteel so its after he got removed from his old band.also PARANOIA DROP IN 10 HOURS LETS GO TEAM!!!!!!!! I LOVE HEARTSTEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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xxxx On Tour xxxx

-  It sucked so bad! It was touring season and the both of you guys were busy. All your time together were quick video calls over Discord and sporadic updates via message. It wasn't a secret to your bandmates at least so your respective bands did try their best to give you space. Quiet moments in dressing rooms to call each other were now your small moments of peace between practice sets and live shows.

- Somehow still finding ways to love each other apart. Kayn getting Akali to buy you some chocolates from him. You pleading Alune to help you send Kayn some flowers after his show. (She's a sucker for romance so she lovingly helps you.) Or the way he would spend money getting someone to deliver dinner to you after a long show.

- If only one of you guys are touring, the other totally pays and watches all the livestreams and tries to pop by to shows! You're performing 3h from him? He's begging your manager to let him drop by. Waiting for you backstage to congratulate you on your hard work.

- If you're the one waiting for Kayn backstage he always visibly lights up. He tries to look cool and badass on stage but when its after a good show, seeing you wave at him in the halls, his heart soars! He runs over, pulling you in for a tight hug. " Did you hear me! I was good today wasn't I!" He'd smile proud, giving you a kiss as he fishes for compliments. There is no approval he craves more than your own.

- The other boys are surprisingly nice about it, no one really makes fun of Kayn for being so excited to see you (other than Ezreal). They treat you as one of the band, giving you VIP passes to pop by their shows. And you do the same for them! When possible you slip their manager some VIP tickets to your show for them to sneak in. A mutual understanding from both groups to protect you and Kayn from media.

- Pre-debut Heartsteel, Kayn has also went to almost all your shows, front row every time and surprisingly he always tries to match you hair color for the tour. You have bright blue for tour? So does he. Its blonde now? He's the same. Kayn just thinks its kinda cute to safely match with you in someway shape or form, it is just a small thing that paparazzi wouldn't pick up on so easily since so many other fans do it too.

xxxx Off Stage xxxx

- A supportive power couple, you two help each other out with band activities off stage. You aid him when he practices singing. Kayn giving you tips on how to get keep a good rhythm in your verses, and is also a personal cheerleader for dance practices. You'd help him get connections to other companies that K/DA has collabed with, trying to help Heartsteel succeed! Kayn helps out in his own ways too, sometimes playing tunes in his room for you to sing to. It is all really sweet.

- When he drops by your studio its adorable, it was before Heartsteel's debut and shortly after the peak of KD/A's release. Kayn trying to hide from paparazzi for your sake as he sneaks in through the back. Always in a different cap and sunglasses that he stole from Ezreal, he would wait in the practice room, sitting in a corner and cheering whenever you successfully get a dance move down. The other members don't seem to mind him much, he's now a common presence in the studio. The other girls seem fond of him, happy that you have someone so supportive by your side.

- You try to do the same between your busy training schedule too. Dropping by Kayn's place during band practice evenings, Yone always being the one to let you in since Kayn always sleeps in late. You'd bring snacks and a discerning ear. Your feedback being super useful as you're one of the few people Kayn actually listens to. What Aphelios or Sett say would take multiple attempts and a lot of effort to get through to Kayn, as such, the rest of the gang keep trying to get you to push him to not try to squeeze a "totally sick line" into the rap bridge.

- He doesn't show it off but Kayn has all your merch, you offer to give it to him but he refuses, something about manly pride and supporting his partner, he will spend his own money and time fighting with other fans to buy your merch. A lightstick by his bed, your album on his shelf. A limited edition photocard safely stacked in a top loader on his table (he doesn't have a wallet or else he would totally bring it around.)

- You do the same for him, as one of Heartsteel's first fans you own some of their original merch, simple tees with just their logo, a average blank CD with " Paranoia KAYN MIX" scrawled on in messy marker, they are all your treasured possessions. Kayn even let you keep some of his guitar picks, you have one with a hole punched in as a necklace that you wear when apart from him. Your one secret? You have CDs from when he was in his old band, only the album that he was included in of course, but you don't bring up how you were secretly a fan from his early career. - Sometimes you guys try to go out on dates, risky but fun! 3am walks at the beach, alone together as he plays the acoustic guitar for you by the waves as you sing. Expensive private room dinners at secluded restaurants, walking in, both of you with your hair temporarily dyed black with hair spray dye to try and avoid attention. Small things. Fun things. - It was a little embarrassing when rumors first circulated. Fans somehow finding it cute that Heartsteel can be seen at your shows or how sometimes K/DA gets spotted backstage at Heartsteel concerts. They started to ship members together and when a photo of Kayn looking at you with a soft loving smile was snapped, the internet went wild! *Isn't it cute how they can get Kayn to smile that way!* *Ah! It should be me I want to be them so bad!!!!* Kayn would never admit it to you but he likes all the TikTok video edits of the two of you together, he thinks its really cute unironically.

[loveriotss]

[ 🥐 ] LOVE ALLIANCE : ALLIANCE D'AMOUR ⸻ MEET : y/n l/n's crew | k.bakugo x gn! reader smau series

phantom hero : mirage - y/n l/n → quirk : phantom touch - allows the user to create temporary constructs that can interact with the physical environment. these constructs are only visible to the user and can be anything from simple shapes (walls/shields/etc) to more complex forms (weapons/creatures/etc). [ a/n: i havent decided if y/n's quirk will be relevant enough but if it is i'll make sure to give more info about it! i wanted to give a quirk just incase ykwim. ] → a well loved and popular hero. praised for their skills and charming personality. → gets moped into dating scandals for even the slightest interactions with other pro heroes 😭. → had a crush on bakugo in highschool

zero gravity hero : uravity - ochaco uraraka → founder of gravity guidance : a quirk counseling enterprise that helps young children/students with their quirks. → might have returning feels for a certain ua teacher. → has occasionally hosted game and talk shows!

rain season hero : froppy - tsuyu asui → girly is does NOT gaf about rumors or scandals about her. → will proudly say or tweet whatever is on her mind (her pr team has given up i fear). → she has many amphibians and exotic bugs as pets.

ua teacher : deku - izuku midoriya → his embers last forever. although he is significantly weaker than before, he works to regain his strength. → yes his classmates are still actively funding for a hero suit. → currently he teaches at ua academy.

speed hero : ingenium - tenya iida → he is also an author. → he enjoys writing in his free time, it helps him feel calm. → mother of the group, always looking out for his friends and assuring that their needs are met.

hot and cold hero : shoto - shoto todoroki → does modeling on the side. → not hard to spot his face on a big billboard. → donates a lot of his income to quirk therapy and villain rehabilitation centers.

ᯓ★» LOVE ALLIANCE !

masterlist | next >

ᯓ★» ALLIANCE SECRETS !

୨ৎ : shoto got his brother touya into modelling too! although it took a bit of convincing, he eventually agreed. it's not his main career at the moment, but he's enjoying it as he tries to figure out what he wants to do in life. ୨ৎ : tsu has doxxed MANY people (haters). beware before you post smack about her or her friends because trust you'll find your ip address in your comments. ୨ৎ : iida also likes painting! he mostly paints geometrical shapes with muted colors when he's going through writers block. ୨ৎ : ochaco is a big fashion girlie! when she's not feeling tired or lazy, trust she'll glam out! (pro hero money PAYS) ୨ৎ : izuku has many fan boys and girls of his own (just like how he fanboyed over all might in his student days). he is grateful for their admiration!

ᯓ★» AUTHOR'S NOTE !

my au my rules i don't want anyone of you commenting on izuku's quirk situation. "ermm that's not accurate to the lore 🤓☝️" SHUSHH. do you guys like the little random things i gave them to do on their side!!!! also also pretend they do have those official tick marks bc i added those later but felt lazy and didn't update the screenshots.

ᯓ★» TAGLIST !

( comment on masterlist to be added + pls check ur settings if you're unable to be tagged ) @chsvok @ch3rryjampi3 @emmab3mma @pikachuzhc @cholios @zaiban2989 @hearts4heidi @ikissfade @themultifandomgirl @god-hangry-otter @solecitoszn @sunlix143 @rikislove @fackeraccount @chaoslibra @4rmins @harryzcherry @luvvvamy

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. don’t try to copy/steal my work. do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 1: Lost Pet Meet Cute

@flufftober

Angst, Fluff

Gen Narumi x gn!reader

Warnings: slight cussing

When you got the alert on your phone notifying you of a kaiju attack happening, your heart dropped when you realized it was taking place near your apartment. You had no way to get there from your work; it was way too far to walk and no public transportation was reckless enough to bring people anywhere near an active attack. Why were you so desperate to reach your residence anyway?

Your dog was at home.

You were overcome with anxiety as you tried to reach your neighbors by cell phone to ask them to evacuate with your best friend, but no one had answered you. Tears welled in your eyes as you waited for the kaiju to be neutralized so you could go back home and assess the damage. Checking every news website every 30 seconds for updates, you finally read that the JAKDF's First Division had taken down the threat and were allowing people back in the area to salvage anything they could before clean up began. You boarded a packed bus with others in your same position, all almost too nervous to see what was left in the aftermath. When the bus stopped at the drop off point, collective gasps were heard throughout. Your entire neighborhood had been destroyed. Buildings had just barely stopped smoking, if they were still standing, but most of it was pure rubble. Your apartment complex was completely gone; you weren't sure where it stood in the first place. You were so shocked at the sight that your seat mate had to nudge you out of your stupor before you both got left behind on the bus. You shakily stood and made your way outside; the odds of your dog surviving something like this were little to none. The wreckage mocked you as you began your futile search for any signs of life below the mangled concrete. You didn't even bother calling her name--you didn't want to disturb the dead. Up ahead, you heard a voice talking and you went to check out what was going on. You figured you'd do more good helping your fellow humans than grieving at the moment. As you got closer, you noticed the person was a member of the Defense Force! You hurried, eager to help with whatever they needed; it was only fair of you to try and return the favor after they saved countless lives less than an hour ago. You took note of the black, spiky hair the person was sporting and your breath hitched in your throat when you made the connection to who you were approaching.

"Um, excuse me? Captain Narumi?" you called out, causing him to jump.

"Ah! You scared the shit outta me," he replied, starting to turn around.

"I'm so sorry!" you responded, embarrassed at how you were making a total fool of yourself. "I was seeing if you needed help with anything. I live-well, used to live, here, and I--" You stopped. Narumi had faced you and you were taken aback by both his handsome face and the dog he was holding in his arms.

"Shredder?" you asked, your voice wavering. The dog jumped out of his arms and up into yours, licking your face. You triple checked the collar and tags to make sure you weren't dreaming, but indeed, you were holding your beloved pet. You snuggled into her fur, not caring that you were almost sobbing in front of one of Japan's strongest soldiers. You tore yourself from your reunion to thank the man who had saved your dog, and you were surprised for the umpteenth time that day when you saw Narumi discreetly wiping at his eyes. Was he... crying with you?

It's good to know that under their tough exteriors, these guys do have hearts.

"You named that Shredder?" he grumbled, pointing an accusatory finger at the happy go lucky Maltese in your arms.

You let out a laugh for the first time that day. "Isn't she just the most ferocious thing you've ever seen?"

"Lemme guess. I have to find another dog of yours named Cupcake that weighs 200 pounds," he teased with a small grin, making you laugh again. It was strange to be so happy in a place filled with all that destruction, but Narumi was really making you feel at ease.

"No, seriously, you don't have any more pets for me to save, right?"

"That's right. She's all I got," you told him. "Thank you. For everything you've done today. We all owe you and your team any sort of favor you could think of for saving us and many of our family members. Human and otherwise."

Narumi let out a humorless chuckle, gently petting Shredder on the head. "We're just doing our job."

You studied the way his two toned hair reflected the sun and highlighted his face in a way that could only be described as angelic. His sharp features were softened by the sweet look he had as he practically cooed at your dog and you liked being treated to this front row seat of the revered Gen Narumi acting so... normal. You didn't realize you were staring until his eyes met your own, you both looking away shyly as blushes crept onto your faces. He cleared his throat, his attention on the broken road beneath his feet.

"It's kinda dangerous over here so if your dog was the only thing you were looking for right now, you should probably head back and wait for next directions," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, you're right," you agreed, nodding. He nodded back in the silence.

"Um, it was nice to meet you..." he trailed off.

"Y/n," you replied.

"I'm Gen."

"I know."

"Oh. Right," he chuckled awkwardly. "Okay, well, I'll see you around? Sometime?"

"I'd love that," you told him, and you bid each other goodbye. Before he got too far away, though, you were struck with a sudden thought.

"Wait! I don't have a house!" you yelled. Gen turned around, obviously confused by your announcement.

"I won't live here for awhile," you clarified, "so I don't know if you'll see me around this area by chance for a long time. I also, uh, don't have a kitchen, so... would you like to go to dinner with me? Tonight?"

His eyes widened ever so slightly. "Like a date?"

"Yes? Maybe? Only if that's okay with you?"

It seemed as if your sudden confidence left you high and dry and you nervously cuddled Shredder as you awaited Gen's answer.

"I know a great ramen place not too far from here that wasn't destroyed. They allow dogs, too," he finally responded, and your heart skipped a few beats from his kind demeanor and consideration for Shredder. After exchanging contact information, Gen had to get back to work, but he kept a close eye on you to make sure you made it safely to the designated safe zone for evacuees.

You may have lost all of your belongings, but that day, you gained something better:

Gen Narumi's heart.

[booksandabeer]

Stucky, Fandom Longevity, and "Primacy Bias"

There’s this post that's been floating around the past few days about how the Stucky fandom in its heyday produced fic and art masterpieces like they were all collectively possessed by an unprecedented spirit of creative insanity. It’s a good, fun post and I agree with the person who wrote it. (not rb'ing because I didn't want to hijack their post with something that's only tangentially related).

It was indeed a magical time and the creative output in both quantity and quality in the two-year period following the release of CA:TWS is—with perhaps a few exceptions—unmatched by anything that I’ve seen before and since. However, going through the notes on that post, I noticed something that left me a little irritated and quite frankly sad since it is in congruence with, and to a certain extent the confirmation of something that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.

For one thing, there are so many people in the notes expressing sentiments along the lines of “it was such a wonderful time; I wish I could go back; I miss these fics; I want to read these fics again,” etc., etc., you get it. And it feels a little silly pointing this out, but…you can just do that? Almost all of these fics are still right there, waiting for you to be (re)read. Yes, a lot of people left the fandom after The Great Devastation of 2019, but their stories didn’t just disappear. It's not like there is now a big, black hole where the Steve/Bucky tag used to be on AO3. So, if you miss these fics and you want to revisit them—just do it. Chances are the authors will be delighted that people are still finding and enjoying their stories all these years later. And—since apparently this needs saying, too, judging from the notes on that post: A lot of people seem to be very concerned with losing ‘coolness points’ for openly admitting that they still miss the ship and often feel tempted to dip their toes back into the Stucky pool. I don’t know how to tell you this, but if someone tries to shame you for simply enjoying or missing something, they are an asshole. Not to mention that all this is happening on tumble.com—'coolness' doesn't exactly live here. And that is a good thing, to be clear. Fandom is not about being cool. It’s about being as enthusiastic, as silly, as absolutely fucking unhinged about the things you love as you want to be. So, stop caring what other people think and enjoy yourself.

The other thing is that there seems to be a pretty widespread misconception that the Stucky fandom hasn’t produced any good fanworks after 2016.

First, that is patently and demonstrably untrue. There is so much incredibly good fanfiction and fanart still out there. Not as much as back in the day, sure, but it still exists. And more is being posted every day! Even some of the OG Big Names are still around. One of the most beloved Stucky series that started all the way back in 2014 was updated as recently as December of last year. The artist, who I believe the op is referring to as creating ‘baroque’ paintings, posted their latest Stucky art not even two months ago.

Second, I find this “primacy bias” more than just a little insulting to the many hardworking and incredibly talented people who are still putting their blood, sweat, and tears into creating for this community. And it’s one thing if people who have long left the fandom believe or say something like this, but it’s frankly irritating when I see people who are still very much active—and therefore definitely should know better—feed into that same false myth. Yes, it sucks that the Stucky ship isn’t as big as it used to be, but that doesn't mean there isn't any 'fresh talent' to be found anymore. I’m also not saying we shouldn’t still celebrate and recommend older works—I do it all the time! And it sure as hell doesn't mean everyone has to reblog absolutely everything all the time, either. Your blog, your rules.

But maybe we should put a little more focus on the good things, on the creators and the community we have now, especially if we want that community to still exist in another ten years. I mean, imagine you’re a person who’s just gotten into the fandom (because yes, there are indeed still new people discovering Stucky all the time) and one of the first things you’re being told is “eh, nice that you're here, but you’re about 7 years late; the big party is already over.” Does that seem like a fun space to hang out in to you?

So. Let’s all—and I do not exclude myself from this because God knows, I love to complain—spend a little less time mourning the ‘good old days’ that are never coming back anyway, and instead focus our attention on enjoying and appreciating both the incredible treasure chest of an archive we have AND the wealth of high-quality art and fic that is still being created by this wonderful community every single day. With this in mind:

🥳🎊Happy Stucky Week 2023!!! 🎊🥳

*I want to make it very clear that this is a general thing that’s been on my mind lately and that I’m trying to work through here—probably not very coherently. I'm not trying to tell anybody 'how to do fandom' and I’m most definitely not vagueposting about any particular incident, person, or group in this fandom. This isn’t a callout post. It’s an I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this and I don’t know what else do with them post.

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Magnolia - Chapter One

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Smut

A/N: More tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Summary:

Let me be loved for something, she prays to whomever or whatever might be listening. Let my last feeling be the one I've wanted for so long... to be needed, to be useful, to be happy in knowing I was finally doing something worthwhile.

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Chapter Warnings: Attempted suicide, blood

Chapter One: Where Dreams Go to Die

The cold has never bothered her much. 

Beaches were never her thing. While the people around her often looked forward to summertime with the goal of lounging in the sand and soaking up the warmth of the sun, she only ever wanted to hide from it.

The sun is too bright, too warm, too all-knowing and all-revealing. 

She hates it.

She looks instead toward the colder seasons. Chilly nights, gray skies, short days. They somehow make her feel more alive than the long days full of sun and warmth.

Alive. She wants to chuckle at the thought. 

The sky is gray now. Time sits on that thin precipice between sunset and night. Dusk, she remembers - it’s called dusk. But here in the middle of the woods, under the thick canopy of trees surrounding her, the dusk feels closer to night. 

Her hands are visibly shaking as she looks down at what’s in them. For all that she has tried her best to talk herself into feeling numb about this, her nerves have still managed to betray her. Well, she thinks bitterly, the corners of her eyes burning with unwanted moisture, is it really an important moment if I don’t find some way to fuck it up?

She really would rather be numb. 

Heaving a sigh, she sits right where she is. The dead leaves on the ground crunch under her bottom, disturbing the peace of the otherwise quiet forest. “To be useful,” she murmurs, her eyes on the slivers of sky she can see between the trees. “Will you let me become a part of you?” She ignores the trembling in her voice. “Will you let me do something useful for once in my life?” 

Let me be loved for something, she prays to whomever or whatever might be listening. Let my last feeling be the one I’ve wanted for so long… to be needed, to be useful, to be happy in knowing I was finally doing something worthwhile. 

She looks down at her hands again. The tremors have stopped. Steadily she shifts the blade from one hand to the other, doing what she’s set out to do. She isn’t numb to the pain, but she is finally numb to the feeling. 

She lays back and smiles. 

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing eyes I wonder if it weighs like Mine Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long Or did it just begin I could not tell the Date of Mine It feels so old a pain… -Emily Dickinson, I Measure Every Grief I Meet

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There’s something different about the woods tonight. 

It isn’t the sky. It sits above him the way it always does on early winter nights: dark and cold, the stars glittering yellow and white and reminding him of diamonds. 

It isn’t the trees. He has been here long enough to know nearly all of them, to become familiar with their rattles and creaks and groans. 

He can hear the sounds he’s used to: small animals rustling in the underbrush. The ones active during the day are settling down for the night, while the nocturnal ones are preparing to begin their day. 

Ah. There it is - he can smell it now. It’s something he hasn’t smelled in a while, and the realization of what it is surprises him. 

It is the scent of human blood. 

He finds the source of the smell deep in the forest, far from where any other humans typically dare to venture. There’s a woman there, lying face up on the ground, surrounded by cold, dead leaves. Her eyes are closed, and while a smile turns the corners of her mouth upward, it is the trail of tears on her face that his gaze is drawn to. 

She’s human, and she’s dying.

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Geto Suguru has lived a very, very long time. He has spent much of that time around humans - close enough for him to learn nearly all there is to know about their nature. Close enough for him to become attuned to their thoughts and feelings, even if they keep those thoughts and feelings hidden. 

He kneels down to get a closer look at the woman lying there. She isn’t dead yet, but it won’t be long before she gets there. He can see the blood pooling around her wrists, staining the leaves beneath them a dark red that looks almost black. 

Her feelings are powerful enough that he doesn’t even have to concentrate to sense them all. There is pain there, and regret, and a lifetime of loneliness.

He knows that particular feeling well. 

“This wasn’t what you wanted,” he sighs softly, brushing a stray hair out of her face. “You did it because you felt like there was no other way, didn’t you?”

At the sound of his voice, she stirs weakly but doesn’t open her eyes. “It’s ok,” she says, her voice faint and weak. He wonders if she realizes he is real, or if she thinks she’s hallucinating in her last moments. “No one will miss me.”

“Somehow I doubt that’s true,” Geto murmurs. He lifts her left wrist to his mouth, gently stopping the flow of blood and lapping up the excess before doing the same to her right wrist. “If you still want to go through with this when you wake, I’ll help you do it,” he tells her as he lifts her easily in his arms. “But it won’t be painful like this. You won’t be alone, and I’ll make sure you don’t feel the regret and loneliness and sadness you feel now.”

He cradles her close, reassured by the rise and fall of her chest - proof that she is still breathing, still alive. 

“I promise.”

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[michaela-o]

Hello guys.❤️

I just wanted to update you on why i'm not really active anywhere, discord, tumblr nowhere, is because i'm going through a very hard and toxic break-up right now..

WARNING: Toxicity, Attempt of se**al a**ult, gaslighting ( if you feel uncomfortable reading about this please don't read )

Sadly, to realize all of this toxicity, took me 2 years because i was too blinded by love and the desire to feel loved, apreciated and i was blinded by trying so hard to see the best in that one person...

Only NOW i realized what everything i let him do to me without me even knowing about it...i was letting him get control over me, i was letting him guilt trip me, i was letting him gaslight me, i was letting him make me feel like my body wasn't even mine, i was letting him make me believe that having emotions is bad, i fucking letting him make me believe that everything THIS was okay..that i deserve to be treated that way...that i deserve to be left alone when i cry too much..

He would always get upset if i told him i was going out with friends through the weekend when i came back from the dorms, he would get upset and leave to go home if i cried for a little longer than he liked, he would get upset when i told him that i would like to change stuff in our releationship, he really had no friends ( which i felt bad for but was not my problem but i was willing to help him out ) to go out with and when i told him i'd like to go for a walk when was pretty outside he'd say he thought we would be together and not wasting time outside..

Even after all this HE told ME that I'M the toxic one..that when i expressed what i think is wrong, when i told him what bothered me about him, he said that i was using my emotions to controll him..

But now i will set my foot down and i will no longer tolerate ANY of this and i will stand on my spot. I told him that if his behaviour continued things won't be looking okay with our releationship. He started to cry and tell me that i'm scaring him, that i know where his weak spots are, that this isn't me, asking me if he's really that bad to deserve those words..he tried to force me to take it back..that we would stay together forever..(god that fucking stings..)

But not anymore..

BIG thank you goes to my dear roommates at dorms and friends Lea, Silvia, Emma, Adrian and another Lea. These are people that have stayed by my side the WHOLE time even if i cried a bit too much. Even when i talked a lot. I owe them so so much. These people have helped me to finally open my eyes and to finally see my own worth...i'm very hurting right now because i really loved him and i know he loved me aswell but he was NOT self aware and was not going to admit and acknowledge his mistakes..and saying sorry for only the sake of peace? And then doing it again?.. it is not my responsibility to explain that to him..i think i was doing that for long enough..

Thank you if you made it all the way down here❤️ and lissening to my story. I apologize for the inactivity but i'm feeling very stressed, scared and lost right now..he wants to meet eith me today but i just don't want to..i need time..this wound is very fresh and bloody and i think it's going to be healing for a long time..

Thank you again❤️

- Michaela-o

(P.S. sorry for the tags)

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

About Kirbypurrs:

update nov 2024: not deleting this post in its entirety for archival purposes, but my post has continuously been used against them no matter how much time goes on. it's been 1 to 2 years since these events unfolded, and even up to 4 to 5 years for some people recount in the comments. their opinions and feelings are their own, but for my post, i'm making this edit to once again encourage people to make their own opinions based on the present

Recently, they made a post talking about a targeted smear campaign against them. As someone who used to be a close friend of theirs, I wanted to share my experiences.

On the surface they're certainly charismatic and easy to talk to, but they've never been able to hold down any relationship deeper than that due to their own faults. In all the time I've known them personally, they've shown to be nothing but an incredibly self-absorbed, toxic, and manipulative person who is unable to accept fault or responsibility for a situation they caused or got wrapped into of their own volition. Time and time again I've given them chances and chances and tried to reach out to them and be understanding and thought the best of them only to be let down by them as a friend and told, actually, I'm the problem, no matter what that situation is. If you try to come up to them about a concern, or tell them you they shouldn't do whatever thing, they will apologize to your face, but in reality, they'll always claim it was a You problem. For example, one time Purrs broke a preestablished rule of our friend group chat. We had that rule written down and put in pins, even. When I told them to stop, they made it out to be me "not letting them speak when something bad happened to them again" and that I was being mean to them by telling them to stop in the first place. This is the kind of person Purrs is. They never apologized about their actions and still think that I wronged them to this day.

Purrs claims that no one has ever come up to them telling them what the issue is. This is BLATANTLY untrue. It is a long, long pattern spanning many years with them that they will avoid confrontation at any costs, even if that confrontation is as simple as a "hey, could you not do this?". They have ghosted people for coming up to them about concerns, and will often dodge around the concern in the first place. Purrs if you're reading this, I have personally tried to reach out to you about concerns only for you to say "I would tell you if I had a problem with you" and then go to the extent of leaving voice chats when I join, softblocking me from your priv, and actively avoiding me wherever I am, without warning or explanation, all for having the audacity to ask you if there was an issue in the first place. And I am not the first person you have done this to, by far. I have personally witnessed you do this to another person not including me, just in the slightly more than a year we were friends. I have spoken to people who were friends with you years before I was friends with you who had the same experience. You have told us stories of how "overbearing" and "clingy" others have been in the past for daring to constantly ask if you had an issue with them due to your poor treatment of them. And despite your claimed "I would tell you if I had a problem with you" attitude, I personally have seen you actively avoid Another two people when they tried to be friendly with you, only for you to shittalk them to absolute hell in our friend group chat about things they could never have known were rubbing you the wrong way, or about things that were, quite frankly, stupid of you to make their fault anyways. Remember that time you got mad at someone because their headcanons were getting more attention than yours? Remember that time you hated someone's guts and ranted about them on multiple occasions in our group chat because you were upset they didn't use tone tags, and then when I said "You should tell them you need tone tags" you got pissed at me instead for not letting you vent? Good times /s

Purrs does not care about fixing problems any problems they cause. They are one of the most hypocritical people I have ever known. If you ever try to act like everything is anything but rainbows and sunshine, they will distance yourself from you and shittalk you behind your back before you even realize. They are the one that will make all these false and exaggerated claims about others. I have witnessed it again and again over situations I was there for, even. Again Purrs, if you are reading this, despite what you think and what you keep telling people, I'm not the reason this supposed smear campaign of yours has come up again. Everyone who speaks ill of you does so because of their own experiences with you. Everyone who I have spoken to about you did not have their opinion changed because of me; those were always their experiences from the start. I just made them realize that this has always been a pattern with you. I'm not going to say that I have never been in the wrong ever, and there are times I genuinely believe you've been unfairly treated and gotten the short end of the stick, but overall in this situation, I know that I am in the right due to the sheer amount of people you've fucked over the exact same way you have me. You are a shitty friend and a shitty person. I cannot express the countless amount of people you have fucked up badly by betraying our trust. It would do everyone well to stay away from you.

To anyone else who has had bad experiences with Purrs, I encourage you to state them on my post. Their behavior has always been a trend, but for the most part, everyone affected has been courteous enough to keep it in the private space. I am done with them playing the victim and I am done with others being hurt by them.

[nyxdreamweaver]

Feral Wolf Mode: Activated

Jason's POV (Yes, again)

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Warning: Swearing, spoilers to TLH, grammar issues

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The storm churned into a giant hurricane. Funnel clouds inched closer towards the skywalk like a predator trying to capture their prey. All of the kids were screaming and ran to the building. The winds snatched their notebooks, hats, jackets and backpacks. Jason skidded across the slick floor. Leo lost his balance and almost toppled from the railing but Jason grabbed his jacket and pulled him closer.

“Thanks, man!” Leo yelled.

Jason grinned. “No problem”

“Go, go, go!” said Coach Hedge.

Piper and Dylan were holding the doors open, herding the other kids to safety. Piper's snowboarding jacket was flapping through the dangerous winds, her dark hair kept hitting her face as she used all of her strength to keep the glass doors in place. Jason thought that she felt cold and tired but she still looked so calm and confident- telling them that they´ll be okay, encouraging everyone to keep going.

Jason, Leo and Coach Hedge all ran for the exit, but it felt like running through a snowstorm, because the winds kept pulling them back. Piper and Dylan had almost everyone into the building when they lost their grips on the handles. The doors slammed shut, trapping the remaining people on the skywalk. Piper tugged at the handles while the kids inside banged on the glass, but the door seemed to be stuck.

“Dylan, help me open this!” Piper shouted.

But Dylan just stood there, looking all too calm in this situation, grinning like an idiot. His Cowboys jersey flapped in the wind and his hands were in his pockets, like he was suddenly enjoying the windstorm.

“Sorry, dollface,” he said. “I'm done helping.”

He flicked his wrist, and Piper flew backwards, slamming into the doors and sliding to the skywalk deck.

“Piper!” Jason tried to charge at Dylan, but the wind was against him, and Coach Hedge pushed him back.

“Coach,” Jason said, “let me go!”

“Jason, Leo, stay behind me.” the coach ordered. “This is my fight to deal with. I should've known he was our monster.”

“What?” Leo demanded. A rouge worksheet slapped him in the face, but he shooed it away “What monster? What's going on?!”

The coach's cap blew off, and sticking out of his curly brown hair were two strange bumps– like the knots cartoon characters get when they get bonked on the head for comedic effect. Coach Hedge held up his baseball bat– but it wasn't a regular bat anymore. For some reason it changed into a twisty shaped tree-branch club, with twigs and leaves still attached to it.

Dylan gave him that psycho happy smile you would usually see on the Joker. “Come on, Coach. Let the kid fight, after all you are getting too old for this line of work. Isn't that why you were sent here to this pathetic school? I've been on your team for an entire season and yet you never noticed. You're losing your nose grandpa.”

The Coach made an angry sound, like a bleating goat. “That's it! You're going down!”

“You think you could protect three half-bloods at once, old man? You really are losing it.” Dylan laughed. “Good luck.”

Dylan pointed at Leo, and a funnel cloud appeared around the Latino. Leo flew off the skywalk like he'd been tossed around like a toy. Somehow he managed to twist in midair, and slammed sideways into the canyon wall. He skidded, clawing furiously for any handhold to grab on. Finally he grabbed a thin ledge about fifty feet below the skywalk and hung there with only his fingertips keeping him from falling into certain death.

“Help!” he yelled up at them. “Throw down a rope, bungee cord, anything! Just help!”

“Aphòdeuma.” Coach cursed, and tossed Jaosn his club. “I don't know where you came from, but I hope you're good. Keep that thing busy.” –he stabbed his thumb at Dylan– “while I go and rescue Leo.”

“How are you gonna do that?” Jason demanded, baring his teeth. “Can you fly or something?”

“Not fly. Climb.” Hedge kicked off his shoes, and Jason almost had a cardiac arrest right there. The coach didn't have any feet. He had hooves– goat hooves. Which meant those things sticking out from his head were not knots, Jason realized, but were horns. Suddenly the strange noise coach made earlier makes more sense.

“You're a faun,” Jason said.

“Satyr!” Hedge snapped. “Fauns are roman, but we'll talk later.”

Hedge leaped over the railing. He sailed towards the canyon wall and hit hooves first. He bounded down with almost impossible agility, finding footholes no bigger than postcard stamps and dodging the whirlwinds that seemed to attack him at every corner while he was making his way down to Leo.

“Aw! Isn't that cute?” Dylan turned his attention to Jason. “Now it's your turn, boy.”

Jason threw the club at him. It wasn't the smartest idea since the winds were too strong but the club flew past Dylan, who while attempting to dodge it, ended up getting hit in the head and knocked him to the ground. Piper, who wasn´t as dazed as she appeared to be, reached out to grab the nearby club, but before she could use it on Dylan, he stood up. Blood– golden blood– trickled from his head.

“Nice try, boy,” He glared at Jason. “But you gotta do much better to take someone like me down.”

The skywalk shuddered. Hairline fractures appeared in the glass. Inside the museum, the kids stopped banging on the door and slowly backed away in fear, watching their classmates possibly die from the storm.

Dylan’s body began to dissolve into smoke, as if his modules were coming undone. He had the same face, and the same brilliant and bright smile, but his whole form was suddenly made of swirling black vapor, electric sparks were seen coming from his eyes. He sprouted large black smoky wings from his back and rose above the skywalk. If angels were evil, this is what they would look like.

“You're a ventus,” Jason said, though he has no idea why he knows words like that. “A storm spirit.”

Dylan’s laugh sounded like a tornado tearing off a roof. “Clever kid, though the correct term is actually ‘Anemoi Thuellai’. I'm so glad I waited, little demi-god. Leo and Piper I've known about for a while now and with their protection spells worn off, I could've easily killed them! But my mistress told me a very powerful demi-god should arrive soon- a special one. She said she would reward me greatly once I kill you and now... it's time.”

Two more funnel clouds stood on the opposite sides of Dylan and turned into venti- ghostly men with smoky wings and eyes that flicker with lighting. Piper stayed down, pretending to be unconscious, her hand gripping tightly on the club. Her face was pale with fear, but she gave Jason a determined look, and he immediately understood the message: Keep their attention. I'll hit them from behind.

Cute, smart, and violent. Jason wished he could remember their times as a couple right now. He clenched his fists and got ready to change, but he never got a chance. Dylan raised his hand to the sky, arcs of electricity running through his fingers, and blasted Jason in the chest.

Bang! Jason found himself lying on his back. His mouth tastes of burning aluminum foil and bits of copper. He lifted his head and saw that his clothes were smoking. The lightning bolt had gone straight through his body and blew off his left. His toes were black with soot but besides that, Jason was okay.

The storm spirits were laughing like a pack of hyenas and the winds raged on as usual. Piper was screaming defiantly, but everything sounded tiny and far away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw Coach climbing back to the skywalk with Leo on his back and Piper was back on her feet, swinging the club in a desperate attempt of a fight against the other two storm spirits. The two were toying around with her, with the club going through their bodies like they weren’t there. And Dylan the big prick was now transformed into a dark and winged tornado with freaky eyes, loomed over Jason's body.

“Stop.” Jason croaked. He rose unsteady onto his feet, and he wasn't sure who looked more shocked: him, or the storm spirits.

“How in Hades are you alive?!” Dylan’s form flicked. “That was enough lightning to kill twenty men!”

“My turn,” Jason said.

Jason lunged at Dylan’s arm, his teeth biting down on his wrist and ripped it from his body. Surprisingly, he was able to do so and the hand dissolved. Dylan screamed out in pain, his voice cracking as thunder crackled in the background.

“What the fuck?! Do you know how long it takes to reform it!?” Dylan shouted, holding his left wrist as more blood spilled out, backing away. But Jason didn’t stop at just that, throwing an upper right hook at Dylan’s face, punching him all the way to the other side of the skywalk. The spirit groaned in pain, his body flickering like a lightshow. Jason didn't know why he was acting this way but no one messes with his friends and gets away with it.

Jason smiles at the bloodied Dylan. “Checkmate.”

Dylan's face looked so frustrated, actual smoke came out of his head. He looked at his two comrades and yelled, “Well? Go kill him!”

The other spirits weren't a fan of that order, especially since they don't like having their arms or other parts of their body ripped off, but they charged at Jason, their fingers crackling with more electricity.

Meanwhile, Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out the gold coin. He let his instincts take over him, flipping it high into the air and like the vision from before, it transformed into a sharp double edged golden sword. He caught it in his palm, and suddenly he felt something familiar running through his veins, a sense of thrill. The ridged grip fits perfectly in his hand.

Jason swung at the first spirit, the blade went through it as well but instead the spirit disintegrated into gold powder. The second spirit shot three bolts of lightning at the boy but Jason's sword absorbed the charge. Jason stepped in- one quick and simple thrust, and the second spirit was taken down, also dissolving into gold powder like the previous one.

Dylan wailed in outrage. He looked around as if he was waiting for his comrades to reform, but their gold dust still remained, being blown away in the wind. “That's impossible!” He glared at Jason, more lightning crackling his eyes. “Who are you, half-bloo- no, what are you?”

Piper was so stunned by Jason's gruesome fighting style that she almost dropped the club. “Jason, how…?”

Then Coach Hedge leaped back onto the glass bridge, dropping Leo like a bag of flour and holding up his fists.

“Spirits, fear me!” Hedge bellowed, waving around his short arms. Then he takes a look around to find only Dylan still there.

“Damn it, boy!” he snapped at Jason. “Why couldn't you leave some for me! I like a good challenge!” Jason could awkwardly shrug his shoulders and said a quick “Sorry coach!”

Leo got to his feet, breathing hard. He looked completely humiliated and exhausted, his scarred hands were bloody from clawing at the rocks. “Yo, Coach Supergoat, whatever you are! I love that energy but I just FELL DOWN INTO THE FUCKING GRAND CANYON! Stop asking for more challenges!”

Before Coach could say anything else, he found himself floating upwards in the sky.

"Hey! Put me down, you glorified cloud!” Hedge hollered as he thrashed in the air, trying to break free of the spirits grasp but then right above them, the storm exploded into a full-force gale. Cracks keep expanding across the skywalk and sheets of rain poured down them. Jason had to crouch down to keep his balance steady.

Soon, a massive hole opened in the clouds- a swirling vortex of black and silver.

“The mistress calls for me!” Dylan shouted with glee as the molecules created a new hand for him. “And I cannot return empty handed so..”

Dylan lifted his hand up and Coach Hedge disappeared in the vortex.

“No!!” Piper and Leo both shouted, tears fell from their eyes.

“Ahh, that's much better. Glad that nuisance is gone, now… which demi-god should I pick?” He sized up each of the demi-gods, Leo hands turned fists as he glared down at the monster, Piper was still holding the club (tree branch?) ready to swing it and Jason held up his golden sword, barring his blood stained teeth.

“Let's see.. eeny, meeny, miny, you!”

Pointing at Piper, the wind picked her up but both Leo and Jason grabbed onto her arms. The wind keeps trying to make the two lose their grips on their friend but neither of them did not let go. Jason is not losing another one of his friends again. He and Leo pulled against Dylan´s winds, like a game of tug-a-war where instead of regular rope, Piper was the rope itself.

“Do not let go!” Piper shouted at the two, His body felt like he was being puppeteered by something powerful- making him comply with Piper´s order, that same pink mist Jason saw earlier was now coming out of her mouth.

“There's no way we're going to do that!” Jason yelled, with Leo nodding. “We got you!”

The two demi-gods tried to pull Piper back down to the ground but the winds were too strong for them to win against it. Dylan looked all too pleased, laughing maniacally by the scene right in front that he didn't hear the sounds of wings coming towards him. Suddenly, the wind died down, Piper screams turned into a strangled gasp and she fell right into Jason's arms.

“You okay?” Jason asked Piper, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Yep! All good! You can put me down now.” Now flustered as well, Jason let her down.

Just then, a massive crow around 10 ft tall that seemed to be made of shadows swooped down at the venti and started attacking him. Dylan flew backwards, his back hitting the railing. The crow stood in front of the demi-gods, shielding them from harm with their wings and started speaking..?

“You shall not harm these demi-gods, Anemoi Thuellai. Leave in peace and I won't fight you.”

Dylan was enraged by this newcomer coming out of nowhere and ruining everything. "How dare you speak to me that way!" He screamed. "I should strike you down right now for that."

Seeing the spirits fumbling with anger, the crow muttered an incantation, “Σκηνίδιο Φωτεινὸν Ἀσφαλὲς” and a glowing blue circle resembling a starry night appeared above the trio, creating a barrier around them. The crow stood then looked at the teens and said,

“Don't worry, I'll deal with him.”

Dylan stood back up and conjured electricity from his hands, the storm rages on in the background as he glared at the giant bird.

“I'd like to see you try."

Inside the protective barrier, Leo squinted his eyes, trying to see what's happening outside. "Guys.." Leo said. "Do you see this too?"

"That there's a giant talking crow protecting us?...Yeah I see it." Piper replied, looking surprised and a bit star struck.

A chill went down Jason’s spine as he stared at the mysterious crow. He didn't know why he felt this way but Jason was very sure this giant crow was familiar, like he saw them from somewhere but he had no clue where.

Meanwhile, the giant crow and the wind spirit was having some sort of cowboy stand down, waiting for the other to start the fight. Dylan shot first, blasting two powerful volts at the bird but the bird disappeared out of nowhere avoiding the lightning.

Before the storm spirit could react, the crow reappeared from the behind and pouched on Dylan, pushing to the ground but he scrambled his molecules to escape from the sharp talons. Dylan then caused the storm to rain in the birds direction. Looking annoyed, the bird gave him a piece of its mind. "FUCK OFF!!" Before swiping again at the crazy hockey wind spirit, who definitely didn't like that at all. Using all of his last energy, Dylan created a group of wind spirits. They all look similar to the other spirits Jason fought earlier but they were much smaller in size compared to Dylan himself.

“Well, try and fight your way through my army!" He shouted, pointing at the shadow crow. "Attack!!"

The newborn tornado looking spirits start charging forward at the crow, who used their wings to blow most of the monsters away but the few stragglers shot lightning from the sky and targeted right at the bord. Dodging the enemies lightning bolts, the crow swiped right at them using her talons making them wince back and grabbed them with her beak, ripping them apart and turning them into gold dust.

“Go, magic bird, go!” Leo cheered.

“Wait, why are you cheering?” Jason asked.

“Well since the giant bird is the only thing protecting us from certain death, I thought you know we could support them on the sidelines!” He explained, resuming his cheering. Both Piper and Jason shared a look with the other before cheering alongside the latino, making the bird confused and look behind their back.

Seeing that the bird's guard was lowered, one of the pesky spirits shot two more lighting bolts right at them. The first one flew out of the way, but the second bolt grazed part of their wings. They cried out in pain from the lightning bolt, the sound was so loud it echoed into the Grand Canyon. With their grazed wing injured they couldn't fly that well, causing her to land on the skywalk and transform into an African American goth girl dressed in all black, white and purple. She looked like she was around their age, maybe a bit older. Her curls blew in the wind as she stared down the wind spirit army, wincing in pain. Her right arm was slightly smoking with a big pink scar on it. It looked like it hurt her badly. The leader of the wind spirits gave her a mean smirk at the girl, who looked a bit exhausted from the fight.

“Aw, too tired to keep fighting?” Dylan taunted. “And here I thought you would’ve put up a better fight, the goat was much more entertaining than you.”

But the girl didn't seem to be phased by the insult. Instead, she looked calm, too calm. “I'm not done yet. I just wanted to do something first.” she said, removing two of her sparkly bracelets, confusing everyone.

He sneered. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Oh, nothing… just this.” The bracelets she held in her hands transformed into glowing opalescent battle quoits, tossing them into two different directions. Jason thought the rings would've missed the targets or they were part of a distraction but instead, the rings started floating in midair, leaving a trail of stardust and went straight at the spirit army. All of them were sliced away and turned into golden dust in mere seconds. The rings flew back at the girl, who caught them with ease. She smirked at Dylan, whose eyes widened like he realized something and backed away in fear.

He pointed at the girl, whispering, "D-don’t tell me y-your..”

The girl smiled. "Yeah, I am. Now, leave this place and don”t you dare come near them again." She growled, standing in a defensive pose, still gripping on her battle quoit. "Unless you still want a fight, ‘cause I'm ready for round 2, prick.”

Dylan hissed at the girl, but Jason could see the newfound fear in his eyes. He turned his attention to the others. “You all have no idea how many enemies you’ve awakened, you half-bloods. My mistress will destroy everyone and everything that dares to stand in her way. You cannot win this war.”

"Cut that creepy bullshit and tell us why you're doing this!" Leo asked, banging on the barrier. "What the hell is going on and why are you bothering us!?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, demi-god?" He retorted, before floating into the spinning vortex. Soon, the massive vortex in the clouds started closing in and disappeared into thin air, like that freakish event never happened. Afterwards, the magic barrier faded away and the girl sighed in exhaustion and relief. “Thank the gods it's over." She said, stretching her arms. “These wind spirits have been causing trouble recently."

“That was so awesome!" Leo said, as he rushed over to the girl once the barrier was removed. “You just came out of nowhere and just obliterated those monsters in like, two seconds like it was nothing with just your magic bracelets! Also the fact that you could just? Transform into a giant ass bird made of shadows and make it look so effortless!!”

The girl in question quickly waved her hands, her face looked flushed as she avoided eye contact with the hyper latino. Jason found the scene in front of him pretty hilarious. The previously intimidating girl who took down an army, someone who Dylan was completely terrified of that he ran away, gets easily flustered by Leo's rapid compliments.

“Well, I didn't do much. I'm just used to fighting stuff like this, it's no big deal." She stated, waving her hands around. “Besides, I should on you guys. Are any of you hurt? Did one of the Anemoi Thuellai possess one of you and try to kill the other? Because I got some healing crystals and some spells that can expel them easily..."

Piper cleared her throat, alerting her friends and the girl(crow?) for attention. “Hi.. first, thank you so much for saving us," she started. “Second, can you PLEASE explain what the fuck is going on!? We were all attacked by our classmate who was actually some sort… "

“Venti.” Jason said.

“Venti! Thank you JJ. And we discover that our GYM teacher was a GOAT who was sent to our school to protect me, Leo and Jason, just some kids who have something that literal MONSTERS would attack us for! And then you come out of nowhere and just.. fight this.. Crazy wind thingy like it's nothing. Also, what's with Dylan, he keeps calling us ‘demi-gods’? What does that even mean!?” Piper screamed out, Jason could her ragged breath slowing down as she attempted to calm herself.

Leo nodded. “I agree with Pipes, I don't know what the ´demi´ means but I don't feel godly at all.” Leo added, looking down at himself. “Anyone feeling godly?”

The newcomer blinked her eyes for a moment before realizing the full picture. "Oh shoot! I'm really sorry, I forgot that you're all new to this and that you don't know anything."

She smoothed out her clothes and got some dust off before explaining everything. "My name is Mara Muhammad and I'm a part of the CHB extraction team. I'm really sorry I took too long, we would've been here sooner if those harpies hadn't ambushed us." She groaned, probably remembering the whole thing. "Annie told me to go ahead to where y'all are to protect you guys, just in case there was a monster attack."

Something inside of Jason’s brain clicked. He finally remembered where he saw her: she was the girl from the weird dream he had before he lost all of his memories. "Wait, you're the one Coach Hedge was talking about! He said something about an extraction team that was coming to pick us up earlier."

She smiled, revealing small fangs in her teeth. "Yep! I'm here with the extraction to bring you to camp! Well, they're not here, here but they're on the way."

“Extraction team?” Leo repeated. “Sounds painful.”

“Oh no, it's not what it sounds like. We are just a group of people who’ll bring you guys from point A to point B.”

“And where are you taking us to?” Piper asked Mara, raising her eyebrows.

“We will be taking you guys to a safer place, back to camp. And I'm sure all of you are confused, tired and have a million questions about what happened, why, and how, etc and I will explain everything but right now, I need to ask you some questions for you. First: what happened to your protector Gleeson Hedge? He should be here."

His full name was Gleeson Hedge? Jason would’ve laughed at that if everything that happened this morning didn't occupy his thoughts. Gleeson Hedge: football coach, protector of all demigods, and a goatman. Sure, why not? The three looked at each other, waiting for the other to explain to the goth girl what happened. Finally after a couple of seconds, Piper spoke up,

"Well, he.. got captured by Dylan, the crazy wind tornado thing, after he saved us. He was thrown into the same portal Dylan left and we don't know where they are."

Mara nodded along during Piper's explanation of the whole thing, listening intently. "Okay, I see. We might find him as well. Now, the second question," She reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out a photograph, showing it to the three teens. "Have any of you seen these two before today?"

Jason takes a look at the photo. In the photo were two dark skinned african american boys smiling at a party. The first boy had dark stormy green eyes that screamed troublemaker and had mid length black dreadlocks, two of them were dyed white, covering part of his face, and was dressed in an orange t-shirt while the second boy had dark inky eyes similar to a void, with long braids that went down to his back. He looked like he came from an old Victorian painting, dressed in white ruffles and a dark blue amulet on his collar.

“No, I’m sorry.” Jason said.

Piper shook her head. “I've never see them before.”

Leo stared at the photo closely. “Isn't that kid from Buzzfeed Unsolved?” He said, pointing to the boy on the left.

Mara looked to where Leo was pointing at. “Yeah, that's him. We were laughing once we all found out about the video while he was dying of cringe.” She said, softly smiling at the story. “But if you haven't seen them, then she must have another reason why we're sent here..”

The storm had almost dissipated. The other kids from the Wilderness School were staring out the glass doors in horror. Security guards were working on the locks now, but they didn’t seem to be having any luck.

“Okay, I'm still so confused.” Piper said. “What are demi-gods and why did Dylan and Coach Hedge keep calling us that?”

Before Mara could answer, there was a brittle sound like dry twigs breaking apart, and the cracks in the skywalk began to widen.

“We need to get off this thing,” Jason said. “Maybe if we—”

“Ohhh-kay,” Leo interrupted. “Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses.”

At first Jason thought Leo had hit his head too hard. Then he saw a dark shape descending from the east—too slow for a plane, too large for a bird. As it got closer he could see a pair of winged animals—gray, four-legged, exactly like horses—except each one had a twenty-foot wingspan. And they were pulling a brightly painted box with two wheels: a chariot.

"Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. That's gonna be our ride.” Mara said all too casually, like this is a normal thing she's used to (actually, scratch that. Of course she's used to it.) "Annie! Over here!” They waved their arms at the chariot, which flew closer to the cracking skywalk.

The four teens watched as the chariot landed on the bridge, the pegasi tucked in their fluffy wings and tip-toed carefully across the glass, like they could sense the breaking bridge. Two teenagers stood in the white chariot— a tall African girl with black and white goddess braids, she looks a bit older than Jason, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a stone cold face similar to a pile of bricks.

The two were wearing a familiar orange t-shirt and cargo pants, with shields hung on their backs. The orange t-shirt girl Mara called Annabeth, leaped out of the chariot before it stopped moving. She ran towards Mara and the others while the bulky dude stayed back to rein in the horses.

"Mara!” Annabeth embraced Mara into a hug, squishing her tightly while the three teens stood to the side watching. "Are you okay!? We heard you screaming across the canyon! Did you get injured?” She frantically checked around Mara’s whole body while Mara tried to calm down her friend.

"Annie, I’m fine! The Anemoi Thuellai didn't hurt me that badly, compared to what I did to him, though.”

Annabeth stared at Mara, her eyes meant to show no fear but her body said otherwise. "Okay, good. Are they...” She said, looking right around her.

Mara's mood dimmed down, her hands grabbed the sides of her skirt. "No.. they weren't here at all. I'm sorry..”

Annabeth's face turned into a scowl, she took a deep breath before she looked up to the skies. “What do you want from me? From us!?” she screamed. “What have you done with them?”

Annabeth then turned her attention onto the others, looking at them up and down. Jason's spine was once again shivered at the girl’s fierce stare. Whoever these girls are or where they came from, they are very good at scaring people with only one look.

She points at Jason. “Explain who you are, and what exactly happened.”

Jason did his best trying to explain the story without messing, but it was a bit of a challenge with Annabeth’s intense stare at him and his friends, as if she was a scientist and they were her test subjects. About halfway into the story, Mr. Biceps came by from the chariot and stood next to the girls. He had his arms crossed and glared at them. Jason noticed a small rainbow tattoo on his biceps, which seemed confusing.

By the time Jason had finished explaining, Annabeth didn’t look so satisfied. “No, no! She told us that we could find a clue about them! She said if we come here, we could find the answer. Was she playing a trick on us?! Does she hate me this much!?!”

Mara put her hand on the grey eyed girl’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll find them soon.”

“Guys, look,” Mr. Biceps grunted. “Look at his shoes.”

Jason didn’t give it enough attention, but he was still missing his left shoe, which had been blown away by the lightning. His bare foot felt okay but it looked burned beyond repair like a plastic doll thrown in a fire.

“Oh my gods. You know what this means.” Annabeth said.

“That we have to take this guy to the infirmary later?” Mara replied. “Because holy shit, that looks like it hurts.”

“Actually, I feel fine, and my foot is still attached to my leg.” Jason inputted.

“No, that’s not what I mean, though maybe we should have Will check on him later.” Annabeth said, glancing down at the burnt looking foot. “He’s the clue we’ve been looking for! The one to help find the others!”

The skywalk shuddered and the horses whined in fear as the floor began to grow more unstable.

“Okay, we need to leave as soon as possible.” Annebeth said. “Everyone, go to the chariot.”

“Wait!” Piper interrupted. “What about our classmates and the school? Wouldn’t they notice we’re gone and call the police?” She pointed at the entrance where their classmates were hovering by as the guards tried to remove the doors locks.

"You guys just head into the chariot with Butch. He has the first aid kit and some food for you guys. Me and Mara will deal with your classmates.”

Annabeth headed towards the doorway, reaching for her pocket, and pulled out a strange pouch.

“Is she gonna threaten them to keep quiet?” Leo asked, looking at Annabeth.

Mara gave a smirk similar to a cat. “Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that it's gonna be mist-y!” She joked, laughing to herself as she followed after her friend.

The trio looked at each other, wondering if they should be concerned by that last part but they quickly ran to the chariot, not wanting to fall (or in Leo's case, fall again) into the Grand Canyon. After entering the chariot, Butch grabbed a blue backpack from the front and pulled out some snacks.

“Does anyone want crackers?” He asked.

Both Leo and Piper's arms shot up in the air while Jason weakly held up his hand. Butch tossed each of them a ziplock full of fish-shaped crackers, which Leo and Piper easily snacked on like everything was normal. Sure, it wasn't hygienic but they were too tired and hungry to care about it. Jason stared at the orange cracker in his hand, clearly confused by these strange snacks. He took a bite and crunched it for a while, his eyes lit up acting like a child on their birthday eating a cake.

“So.. who are these guys you're looking for?” Jason inquired. “From what I've seen, you, Mara and Annabeth are very determined to find these missing boys, are they important?”

Butch nods. “Yes, they are very important back at camp. Especially to those two. Both of them are worried sick with Annie looking for her boyfriend and Mara searching for her brother. They disappeared around three days ago with no notice and we've been looking for them non-stop. Then Annabeth got a vision from someone that we could find a clue to what happened to them if we come here to find ‘the boy with one shoe’ which we now know is you.”

Jason blinked. It's hard to imagine that he would be an important clue to find two missing people, but after today he could believe just about anything.

“What are their names?“ Leo asked, fiddling with one of his jacket pins that was shaped like a star. His bloodstained hands were washed away by the previous rain and all there was left was the scars from the sharp canyon rocks.

“Their names are Percy Jackson and Emir Muhammad.“

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[gege-wondering-around]

Snippet (i just wanted to share something)

Eastern winter was cold, sure, but even more was Noah’s body laying on the red-dotted snow.

Silent was the night that took away Stiles’ father, only enriched by occasional guns firing nearby; they were just walking back home from an evening out, but fate had another idea that the lonely, freezing boy didn’t agree with.

A bullet between eyes and one through the heart, execution style; he couldn’t bring himself to think of the name of those who belong to such doings, how could he anyway? He wasn’t a man of such ways.

His father’s frozen body laid on the moon’s snowflakes, white just like they were supposed to be, enlightening the innocence of the man; yet the pool of warm, visceral blood wasn’t going to retrain itself from staining Stiles’ mind with the portrait Death had commissioned to it.

Over the dead, the boy curved and begged, coughing with sorrow and disbelief at the loss of a beloved; his father was a good man, a policeman, he didn’t deserve to die without being looked in the eye. However, much to everyone’s experience, the pleas of the boy were unheard in the indifferent county of gunpowder and vast ice land.

Fingertips got soaked in scarlet liquid, Stiles tried to pay it no mind but the task wasn’t so manageable; how could he ever move away from the father who had raised him to seek the languid warmth through the biting attitude of the cold?

Yet sobs froze on his cheeks, in those eyes of his ever so slightly alive, causing pain when pulling skin into views of cries; his father slept in the depth of the winter, no sign of wiping away his beloved son’s tears from the pale innocence of his skin.

Cold and alone, that was what Stiles turned out to be.

The mobsters had taken the last of his possession, so he was poor; and the poor had nothing to lose.

Road empty, people nowhere to be seen, his family left to scrambles occupied the street, however those irises of his weren’t as blind as his weeping being; a woman stood a few feet into an alley right across them, purplish rings as eyes while being nothing more than a dark silhouette of the night.

The gun wrapped in her fingers still reflected the shine of the moon though, giving away the reason of her presence during such a fateful night; Stiles knew who he had to seek payment from.

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ahhh, i really wanted to share a little piece of this work - 4 chapters and this is from the prologue just so yk this is not done to itself - to brighten the foggy day im experiencing - stess - (and btw, this was option 2 from the poll of a while ago, @patolemus you offered me kids for this 🤣🫂); either way i just wanted to let you know im still alive!

i haven't been so active lately - let's blame school - and i wanted to post something on ao3 but i have nothing ready to go out in the wild to be read, so i thought - hopefully - well to share a snippet without much solicitation; hope you might enjoy while waiting for the whole thing

and @dontcallpanic @jadezdominion as per usual, i love tagging you both to send the little updates on the writing im doing; thanks to both of you for being such wonderful people🩷 (and as always, if you'd like I'd love to know what you think)

p.s. if you see any errors, you didn’t see them

[femslashfeb]

HELLO ALL

TLDR

No reblogging from the blog this year - posting prompts tomorrow the 31st

For the past few years I've very much struggled with reblogging everyone's activity in the tag. So this year I will not be doing so.

(OR maybe I will? I just don't want to commit)

Even if I knew how to make a bot that reblogs - a lot of people still use the unique tag to tag outside challenges. So I've always had to hand submit. However it became too stressful for me and for the past few years I ended up avoiding it until later weeks or even months.

If you noticed I didn't finish reblogging last year so- I've just given up on that.

Honestly I've struggled a lot with depression for the last 7 years or so. It's been harder and harder to find my way back to tumblr. It doesn't help that my phone can barely handle the amount of apps it already has.

My main account @puff-pink hardly ever updates because of my big sad. And I don't know if I'll ever get back on the horse in the same way I did before.

Some of you know me as an artist, and tho I still churn out subpar art for my day-job I've struggled a lot to make art for myself during my depression. Partially because one year I overworked my hand - and still deal in continual wrist aches. Even the weeks I don't pick up a drawing tool.

I intended this challenge for myself and maybe the small fandoms I was in at the time. But it took off among writers and creators of all types across all fandoms.

One year I even tried to tally the most popular fandoms but there were honestly too many to keep track of- and I stopped after the first three pages of submissions.

I don't claim to have invented the concept of FemSlash February. Before I started the prompts I swear I had heard the phrase somewhere. Tho not sure where. Perhaps it had been amongst my friends on Skype. Back when I had online friends and Skype(I'm still not sold on Discord🤷‍♀️).

However that January I thought it would be fun to partake in a challenge of some kind. But scouring tumblr and the general internet. I could only find half hearted efforts on fanfiction sites from years past.

I'm so proud of all my Sapphic creators on here that have partaken every year. Even if I've never shown favoritism or awarded anyone. I do notice those that actually complete the challenge AND those that keep coming back each year(looking at you H20 writer(I don't remember your username but there's a mermaid writer that's a writing machine)). I truly am proud of you especially in my shriveled state of creativity. Thank you for your efforts. For your hype. And for your love of women of all kinds across all the universes.

Each year I'm surprised to find even more categories I never thought to include. From mood boards, to doll photography, to ofc the classic art and writing. May your pencils forever be in union with your sister mediums.

On that note. There is a strict NO AI GENERATED ART or writing this year.

Not that I could physically stop anyone who does use AI. But I do not want that sort of thing associated with this challenge. It's become scarily good in 2023 to the point it can't always be identified. So I simply ask for the honor system when it comes to AI generated creations.

That being said. If you've made it to the end of this post:

Prompts will be posted tomorrow.

I usually prefer to give yall more of a buffer, but I've been busy. Both with Big Sad, rescuing some feral cats, my own life, errands, chores and work.

If you're still here- here is a preview of the first three days.

FEB 1 - black

FEB 2 - spring

FEB 3 - cake

The 14th as usual will be some sort of Valentine romance type theme(haven't decided specifically yet) and as always there will be a Rest Day.

Expect some repeat prompts. In the past I tried to avoid them but idc anymore.

It's also a Leap Year this year so expect one extra prompt to throw off the symmetry of what's normally 28 days.

Thanks for coming back this year. And thank you to those that still check on this blog.

❤️🧡🤍💜🩷

Keep loving girls

-PuffPink

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

I have been in rp groups and had various single muse blogs there. Then I tried going independent with single muse blogs. Then I had multimuse blogs. After a while, I returned to rp groups with single muse blogs again. And then, ultimately, I settled with a independent multimuse. I don't know what else to tell you here, but it took me a while to figure out what kind of blog and which muses I vibe the most with. Before that, I did a huge amount of muse & blog hopping. That is why I am very patient with blog hoppers. I know that it can take a while to figure things out until it clicks. Also to actually realize WHY blog hopping is so bothersome for your partners. HOWEVER, my patience also has limits, and I can feel it wear thinner lately. Especially if someone changes to a new blog with a new url and then also drop all their active threads every few months. That's when I see myself out. I don't want to start new threads with someone over and over again while also constantly updating their new url in my tags and stuff. It's just annoying at some point. One of my partners was notorious for that. They quit rp, deleted their blogs, and then came back a few weeks later. Rinse and repeat. At some point I just don't care anymore when they tell me that they 'once again' intend to return. All I can think is 'good for you, but I won't follow you again until you can prove to me that you really mean it this time'. I also let go of another mutual of mine recently for the same reason. I liked them and their muse, but they have moved on to new blogs, dropped threads and never really replied to anything to begin with while posting a lot of the same rants and musings over and over. I am done waiting for them to just stick around and continue any of our threads. They never will. Only few people realize that being flakey and indecisive won't get them anywhere, but most of them never make that cut.

[breannasfluff]

Quick question, how do you write so much? I fight the words for an hour and have maybe 2 paragraphs of garbage but you pump out really nice work almost every day??? I have so many ideas but I can’t write them for love nor money

I write almost every day, or I take a break and switch it out for drawing. I generally can write a chapter in one go, so usually stock up some backlog to cover days I’m busy. Having multiple stories now means I don’t have that backlog of some, so updates are a bit slower.

As for writing tips:

1. Remove distractions. Shut discord, exit out of tumblr, mute your phone. When you are stuck, don’t go scroll social media. When writing, the only thing I touch the internet for is if I need to check a story item, like a character name, item history, etc. I cannot overstate how important this is. If you are talking to your friends, you won’t have a writing flow.

2. Do not edit as you write. Writing and editing are two different tasks. You switch between creative and critical thinking and it breaks flow. This is a scientific process and you can read more about it here.

Research electroencephalogram (EEG) suggests both heightened electrical brain wave activity and elevated dopamine levels during flow. In other words, your brain experiences both electrical and chemical changes when you’re “in the zone.”

But once you switch to self-editing mode, you move to the critical thinking side of your brain. You halt all of freewriting’s creative electrical impulses and pleasure-sensing dopamine levels. Your mind flips off one switch and turns on another.

3. Set a time, then be done. Give yourself 20 minutes and write as much as you can. Doesn’t matter if it’s garbage. You can edit garbage into something useful or you can chuck it in a bin. Just try to write, then take a break. Staring at a blank document for two hours isn’t going to make words appear and it just stressed out your brain.

4. Have an outline. Sometimes a magical idea just flows when you sit down to write, but generally not. Have an outline of what you want to have happen in your story or chapter. It doesn’t need to be in depth; for most of my oneshots I literally have a sentence or two at the top of the page. The story needs to have a goal. For example: Wild tries to teach Hyrule cooking. It doesn’t go well. Bouncing ideas off friends can be a big help! It’s why you’ve probably seen me post about prompts and suggestions, and sometimes stories are gifted to people. Talking through plot ideas can help you get a better outline or idea of action.

Misc notes:

Hate to say, but some of it is just practice. I’ve been actively writing for a little over a year with some breaks on and off. Making it a habit is a big thing for making it easy. It’s harder to restart after a break.

When I first started writing I tried to pick one aspect to improve for each story. Filter words, pacing, varying sentence starters, story arcs, etc. Fixing multiple things at once was too much work, but one item at a time was doable.

Filter words make such a huge difference in writing; I encourage you to look them up. It’s a PAIN to remove them in post, but it also taught me to cut them out. Now it’s unconscious and while some still show up, I tend to write them out automatically.

You can learn to write quickly, but if you don’t also work on quality you’ll just…write a lot. That said, it’s fanfic. Sometimes it’s just for fun and quality doesn’t matter. I’ve got plenty of stories that will never be posted because they are just for fun.

Some of it could be writing speed, too? I use a bot a lot of times for timing and tracking and generally average 30-35 words/min. Harder story topics are slower to write, like angst and emotional scenes.

I’m actually writing less this year than last, but I don’t put as much time into it. It also keeps it sustainable as a hobby, although I definitely hit periods of frustration. It can get overwhelming.

If you search my blog for the tag #writing advice or #writing tips, you should fine some other things as well.

This was rather frank, but hopefully helpful! Feel free to drop further questions and I’ll do my best to answer 💜