#Oc mentioned: Yanci

[faleve]

She is more than just a cute rich girl! She is also a formidable Pokemon Trainer like her friends! ❤️

I commissioned @yancadoodles again! This time drawing F!Protag (I named her Jeanne :3c).

[fangaminghell]

insurgence rewrite ocs? also are you keeping the amnesia bit? (also eee someone else rewriting insurgence!)

As of right now, I have two ocs! Yancy(they/them), the main protagonist,and their mom, Bree(she/her)!

I tried talking about Yancy before, along side Damian, but it got too long and felt convoluted. What you should know that, yes, Yancy has amnesia like the player. The end result of that is them being more...apathetic, to the things surrounding them. Having no memories of who they were and what were they like kinda left them in a state that they just don't seem to react to the things around them. They don't even speak much, preferring to just listen. That isn't to say they don't care about things, they do, but for the early parts of the story, they are pretty much just going along with whatever is happening. Though, tbh, that's kinda a Yancy thing in general, with or without the amnesia. Yancy's relationship to Damian is pretty important! Two lonely kids who end up getting attached to one another, and yet, Yancy doesn't seem to give as much as Damian does, and Damian tends to assume what Yancy wants. This comes to a head when Damian get's taken over by the pokevirus, and that's when Yancy realized how important Damian is to them. It hurts even more since Damian ( under the influenced of the virus) stated how he truly felt: he felt like Yancy ( and Nora) didn't really care about him. That they didn't see him as a friend as much as he did. And the scary part is that he was kinda right! It made Yancy really think about how they've been treating Damian before hand. Que Yancy and Nora's "I miss Damian" arc.

Bree is Yancy's mom! That wasn't the case before, she was some lady that ended up being involved with the kids ( against her will) but after thinking about it, I ended up changing her to be Yancy's mom! I'm still figuring out her role with the plot itself but here's the deal: Her and Adam? About to get a divorce. For several reasons- Adam's work as augur was taking away a lot of time from his family. Taking away time from their marriage. Bree was also busy, as a news reporter, but she at least tried to give time to her family. She doesn't blame Adam, btw! This was just her realizing that things weren't going to work. There's also the issue of, uh, Adam preferring to hide Yancy away so the cults won't get to them, and Bree being like " hey man, maybe don't isolate our kid even if it's to keep them safe". So there was also that. Bree is overall a nice woman, hard working and doesn't take kindly to nonsense, but simply wants the best for those she loves. When Adam and Yancy were pressumed dead, the poor woman grieved hard, part of her feeling it was her fault. One thing I'm always debating on is whether or not she was aware it was Jaern. If she did know, then Jaern would have had the woman under his thumb, and was probably be forced to spread propoganda for him. She doesn't want to do it, but any other option meant death. If she didn't know, then Jaern would have acted as a friend to Bree, comforting her in her time of need. While she is grateful, and was eager to vouch for him, Bree isn't dumb. She's a news reporter after all, her job is to be aware of her surroundings. She grows suspicious of Jaern over the years, but can't ever really find solid proof of anything, not to mention the guilt of being suspicious of a dear friend. Regardless of which one I choose, one way or another, she will see Yancy again, her child. And that alone is enough for her to take action. Again, I don't know how specifically, but yeah! That's Bree, she's so cool.

I don't want to leave Yancy with amnesia forever, of course, though I'd imagine Dream Eater is a very efficient way of losing memories, so maybe a trip to the Dream World would help get them back? Or maybe some help of the Timeless? Who knows, I'm still working on it.

Upon writing this I realized I have more ocs, lmao! Whoops. In fairness I haven't thought of her in some time.

Demeter is dead by the time the plot starts, but her impact is pretty important. She is the mother of Diana and Persephone, and a powerful magician. She was the one who created The Oracle, Seren. Demeter was well aware of the power she held, was well aware of how favorable it was for the cults around her- so she hid her and her children away in the forest, protected by a seal. Only she was allowed to go outside of the seal, giving her daughters the strict rule of staying within the seal. Of course, being rebellious children, they disobeyed, and was promptly captured by the Infernal Cult. Demeter found them, and tried to save them with her powers but....she ended up failing, and dying in the process. While she isn't present in the main story, her over protectiveness, her death, as well as being taken in by the infernal cult, caused a looooot of trauma for the twins.

The final oc is honestly just a concept - I don't want to make things super complicated by adding so many ocs when the game already has a lot of characters- but! I've been thinking about adding another chosen one- one that's chosen by marshadow. The concept is that she's a young thief, particularly raiding ruins cause " no one cares if ruins get raided lmao" ( Nora cares. Nora cares a lot), all in effort to make money ( and bc it's fun). Ever since I started developing East more, I've been playing around with the idea that she could be East's adopted sister or something, and the reason she's stealing so much is to help East gain money to run away from Jaern. Not that East knows any of this. Again, it's honestly a cool idea, but I'm worried about crowding things up.

And yeah! That's all the ocs I have!!!!!

[metanoiamorii]

Little X

Installment: Little X

Synopsis: You have grown close to Niexiao, you would dare call yourselves friends. It's tradition now, for the two of you to have afternoon tea together every few days. During tea, you meet in a private pavilion in the garden, you talk, you gossip, you relax and enjoy each other's company. Today, during tea, you assist Niexiao in a project he has begun.

Word count: 3.2k

Taglist: @poisonedpatchoulis @writings-of-a-narwhal @northernrosewritings

The reputation that precedes the Young Master of Beifang does all the justice in the world. Despite the refined age of twenty, he acts as if he still stands young and thirteen. Spoiled and pampered, he has no ounce of responsibility within his lands; his elder brother babies him, allowing Niexiao to get away with his antics. His days are spent shopping in the markets, painting and fan dancing, or interrupting the duties of his childhood friends to run off on adventures as if they were still young and wild children. 

He cannot wield a blade like his brother. It's too heavy, he will cry if forced to try. Why should I defend myself when I always have Ming, he will protest with a haughty head when questioned. I have better things to do, he will pout when pressed. There is no way to make him, he remains stubborn and pig-headed. 

He isn't aware of politics. He cannot sit through long meetings without growing antsy, having to get up and pace, or needing to interrupt with careless disruptions. He will suggest the worse option to resolve issues, and soon he grows fussy when someone points out his error. If he has a good idea, it always comes through one of his useless hobbies: painting, writing poetry, fan dancing, skipping his duties, caring for birds; how the list is endless. 

Strengths and wit he does not process, but whispered in the courts, at least he has his looks going for him. He dresses in only the most expensive robes and adorns himself in jewelry. He takes care of his skin to be unblemished in bruises and scars; only a patch of small dark scales can be found beneath his eyes and around his neck. His dark hair remains silky, often he will run his fingers through it and twirl it as he keeps his hair down, to cascade around his shoulder and chest. He takes pride in his appearance. That, everyone knows.

Lord Niexiao's a pretty face. Women envy him for being far more beautiful than they. Men question themselves openly, and privately, on being attracted to him; not because he was a man too, but due to what a fool he is.  

Selected few know better. His brother, his uncle, his childhood friends, and a few trusted advisors; yourself now included. 

You know, Niexiao is no fool. When questioned one night, he showed himself to you, truly. He wore a smirk and he confessed: 'I play the fool so others will become arrogant. When arrogant, they look down upon me, and they will ignore me. When they ignore me, I am allowed to go unseen. Then?' Comfortable enough then, he confessed the numerous plans he had concocted and the bills he personally drafted; he showed a collection of information to rival the famous Master of Dongbu. He no longer hid the responsibilities he in fact carried, and took with the utmost care. 

From then on, you saw the Young Master of Beifang in a new light; you caught the little things. 

Now, when he fusses, it takes energy to not burst into laughter. When he suggests terrible ideas, you shake your head and have to hide a smile. He plays his part in the public eye, behind closed doors you are able to see the truth when he stands at his brother's side and speaks his council. 

He plays his part. He truly lives up to his title of the Black Serpent of Beifang. 

Much like the serpent, although he radiates beauty, it masks all that truly festers beneath. 

That is a lesson you learned well and quick. One that is kept close to heart and mind, not to be forgotten. You understand the way the brothers operate, how they rule, how they balance each other now. That is not something you would jeopardize, simply to clear a few bad rumors Niexiao started about himself. 

With time that goes by, now in this inner, secretive circle of Lords Gouqiang and Niexiao, you spend more time with more responsibilities and more knowledge. You're not sure why, but you grow closer with Niexiao, to the point he allows you to call him Meixiu; a name reserved for family, or very close friends, and the two of you begin to dine together and gossip. Friends, you would dare to call yourselves with Niexiao. Perhaps it was the talks with Gouqiang, having a sabre held to your neck, and told to watch his baby brother, keep the brat out of trouble, make sure nothing happens to him, and if you did anything to hurt him… perhaps it comes from Niexiao provides a pleasant company, with his jokes and knowledge and scheming. Perhaps it's both. Perhaps it's neither. Perhaps there's another reason entirely. It's not something you ponder long and hard on. 

The two of you begin to have afternoon tea together, in the gardens. You meet at a pavilion in the far north. It's a long walk, yet it is always worth it. The pavilion is set in the far north, with a narrow stone pathway that leads to and fro, on a small island in the center of the river that runs through the garden. The space is clear and open, with the occasional lotus flower that floats through, and a small tree-bush. It is Niexiao's favorite place, when he wishes to be alone, at peace. He shares it with you. 

He is always there by the time you arrive. You're never sure when he arrives, but he sits, waiting for you. He has parchments and scrolls thrown across the table, with the smell of fresh ink in the air. There is a teapot already there, with a cup half full; by now, as expected, it has cooled off and is no longer steaming. He has removed his dark emerald outer-robes, carefully laid upon the back of his chair, and sits comfortably in his simple ebony inner-robes. His hair is slung behind his shoulders, to be out of the way, as he sits with his head half tilted and his brush tapping against his bottom lip. He wears none of his expensive jewelry, but rather he chooses to appear… plain. He is anything but. With all the black he dons— his hair, his scales, his eyes, his robes— and his pale skin, he could be mistaken for a ghost. He's ethereal, he's haunting, he's beautiful. 

Deep in thought.

A moment you stand, watching for a moment. Pondering what he could be so focused on... Is it a plan to out scheme the scheming White Demon? Perhaps it’s an infiltration into Ghost City, to spy and see what plans they were planning themselves? Was it only a few minor bills his brother asked him to draft? Perhaps it was an elaborate birthday present he was making for one of his friends? Or perhaps, it was only his usual scribbling of poetry and pretty flowers? 

Shaking your head, you press forward. Hands behind your back and head held high, you walk the pathway into the pavilion. Approaching, closer, you take a minute to scan the papers and scrolls thrown about without care. Some are bills, some are written in code, and some… some are just poetry. As expected. He never stays to one task for very long.

Clearing your throat as you approach, as formal as formalities are between you, which are almost non-existent, you call out to alert him of your presence, “Good afternoon, Mei.”

After a moment, he stirs. He sits upright, back straightened and shoulders raised. His hand twirls, and he is lowering his brush down. “Oh…” He sighs softly, after a hand is pressed to his chest, the initial fright over. “Afternoon.”

Already, you are moving to sit on the opposite side of the table. With care, you begin to roll up scrolls and organize papers into a pile. With a half smile, you begin to tease him. “Busy? Hard at work?” 

“Oh uhm…” He stares at his work visible for a moment, before he is looking back to you. A cheeky smile finds his face, and a painted nail is raised to gently scratch his cheek. “I believe…. I believe one may say so, yes.”

Softly, you're chuckling, shaking your head. “And what are we working on today?” You ask, despite already knowing the answer.

“Nothing of note.” He sighs deeply with an eye-roll to accompany. In your presence, he is already faltering: his shoulders slack, and he sits slouched, with an elbow propped on the table to hold his chin. “Ming asked me to review a few bills,  and I was returning Yanci’s letter…” 

He begins to ramble, and you listen. The bills deal mostly in taxes for the upcoming winter, inscriptions for more soldiers, and ways to advance growth in business and agriculture. The letter, on the other hand, those are always interesting to hear about. This once, correlated to Yanci— the Young Master Liuyanci— is all gossip, for the most part. Everyone reeling from the events of the Crimson Torrent Spree, and the audacity of all of Ghost City. Namely, it was them complaining about the interest shown into Diao’zi from that Silver Serpent. 

It’s amusing, listening to Niexiao rant as you clean up his mess and serve a new batch of tea. There are no snacks this time, which is fine. It was tea and company today. Company, Niexiao gladly provides with his rants and gossiping. It comes to a halt when you spot a few lines, in a few different documents you come to hold. 

One’s reflection/Gone, absence without a trace— is written on one, before the lines are drawn through and crumbled. 

This overwhelming/Feeling one cannot ignore/It chokes breath from lungs— is another, before it followed a similar fate.

In the darkness/Shine, stand out amongst the gloom— Another.

You shuffle the paper into an orderly stack. You set them all aside, in fair reach, simply out of the way. You go about nursing your cup of tea, listening to the rantings of Niexiao. You listen, distract yourself in his words and the stories he’s telling….

Nagging, poking, prodding in the back of your mind are those scribbled out poems. The meaning of them? What was he intending to write? Why had he not liked them? You sip your tea and ponder those few poems written. Had he written them before or after drafting the bills? Had he only crumbled them when you arrived? So many questions…. So many thoughts.

Finally, you blurt it out, through the teacup pressed to your bottom lip. “Mei?”

“Yes?” 

“Your poems.” With a head nudge, you gesture to the small stack you made; not the bills, not the letters, but the few poems. “May I inquire about them?”

He stills for a moment, a visible frown grows on his face. He shifts his curled index finger over his lips, gently rubbing his knuckle against his lip. His eyes wander between the pages and to you. He exhales, shakes his head, his hands soon thrown into the air as he reclines back, arms soon crossing over his chest. His brow furrows and his lips pout. 

“It’s silly…”

“I doubt it is.” You nudge gently with a soft smile. “I would very much like to hear this.”

His lips push out further as he sinks into his seat. “... Truly?” 

“Truly.” You speak with a reassuring nod. 

After a moment, Niexiao ceases his pouting. He straightens himself out and leans forward at the table. A finger idly traces the rim of his glass. He speaks softly, as the skin on his cheeks easily flusters and betrays his emotions. “I… believed it would be interesting to describe a color without making it obvious…”

Your head cocks to the side. “Like a riddle?”

“I suppose?” 

“Hm.” With a nod, you ponder the thought for a moment. “Alright.”

His brow furrows once more, he’s blinking with that look of confusion in his sharp eyes. “Alright?” 

“Alright.” You confirm. “Describe it to me, it may help to put it into words. See if I can figure it out.”

You watch that sly smile grow upon his cheeks. It’s soft and flashes the dimple in his cheek. Usually, he is hiding behind a fan at this point, so nobody can see it. With you? Here? He doesn’t bother. “I don’t…”

“Come on, let’s turn it into a game!” You press, knowing he would protest. 

"... Fine!" He sighs dramatically, as if it's the end of the world. 

You crack a smile, his smile grows, it's seconds before the two of you are openly laughing. You both finish your tea, clean the mess up, and you sit back with fresh parchment and ink, the brush now in your hand, as Niexiao paces the pavilion, a fan extended in his palm as his usual clutch. 

"Alright, Mei." You breathe in and exhale, shift your sleeve out of the way, and lean forward to begin writing for him. "How about we begin with…. What does this color make you feel?" That is a good place to start. 

"Hmm…" Niexiao paces, gently fanning himself in thought. In moments, he is closing the fan and tapping it into his palm. 

Watching him, you shake your head. He's overthinking. "Okay… what about memories? What does it remind you of?" 

"Well….—"

"First thing on your mind, right now!" 

With how you snap, he winces back, but he is replying almost immediately. 

"I was six." His voice is soft, that gentle smile curls back across his cheeks. "I had snuck into my mother's room— we never cleared it out, we couldn't bring ourselves to…" He sighs for a moment, shaking his head to not be distracted by those memories. "... I tried on a few of her earrings and necklaces. They were so elegant, I decided then I wanted my own. They've become my own armor, when I wear them I am… untouchable." As he speaks, he raises a hand to touch at the necklace that isn't around his throat, but rather laying on the table a few inches from your palm. 

With a soft smile of your own, you begin to write. 

"It's being eight again." He exhales as he steps back, to sit on the railing of the pavilion. He sticks a hand out, the fondest smile visible, as he catches a falling leaf. "Visiting Dongbu with Ming for a conference that originally was meant for Nanfang. It was not knowing Master Meng and Ling were up to something, until Diao'zi introduced us to Yanci." The smile on his face breaks out to a full grin. He draws a hand back to cover his lower face as he giggles at the memories. "... It's us now, years laters, thick as thieves; a family. When we are together, nothing can stand in our way."

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, as he shifts where he sits. He moves his back against one of the posts, and pulls a leg up onto the railing with him. His elbow rests to his knee, and he gently taps his fan away to his leg, as he stares out at the garden. With the gentle breeze to come, he appears ethereal as always; light skinned, hair black as midnight, scales radiating, and the dark robes that compliment his form. Ethereal isn't always beautiful, it's otherworldly; otherworldly is exactly how Niexiao appears. There is never a day that goes by that he falters at being otherworldly. 

"... When I am my brother, where he walks, that feeling. His sabre on his back, my fan hiding my face. The looks given our way, the way people drop to their knees in respect, the whispers you can hear amongst the crowd…" He exhales, gathering his thoughts, to not become lost in the emotions. "That feeling." He presses with a nod. Yes. He has it right. "Knowing I hold that amount of… power over others."

 The smile slips from his face now. Quiet, his voice slips to a gentle whisper, to be mistaken as the wind. "Those nights I know Ming is at our ancestor hall, kneeling before our parents, telling them of the day, during midnight, when he's sure I'm in my room, fast asleep. It's him vowing, every night, he will bring them the heads of Fenglishe and Liliangzu. It's knowing there's tears on his cheeks, that he would sooner die than allow anyone to see. I know he's hurting… yet there is nothing I can do." 

"I return to my room those nights, sitting in the darkness. I never relight a candle, I prefer the darkness. To sit with those emotions, imagining every little detail I can of Fenglishe and Liliangzu, with what little I know of them. It's imagining their faces, their hands, their mad laughter, them sitting on their thrones, plotting their antics…" He exhales, deeply. His clutch on his fan tightens, hard enough a crack can be heard from the bamboo. 

He stops, loosens his grip, long enough to flick his wrist and open the fan. He shifts it to his palm close to his chest, inside out, with the fan covering the lower half of his face; only his eyes visible. "I dream those nights…" Eyes that narrow, opposed to being soft they are sharp. "My fan beneath their chin, them knelt over, their grubby hands grasping at my robes, 'mercy, mercy, mercy' they cry. It's watching, listening. Before I kick them over, flashing the fan to show the blades hidden in them. It's…" He sighs out. He doesn't continue. He doesn't need to. You know what he's going to say. He knows that you know. You both leave it at that.

He closes his eyes, as he grounds himself. You have no idea what he thinks of during those times, it always does the trick however. It cools his burning soul and soothes his aching heart. He closes his fan, and swings himself back around to stand on his two feet. He flattens his robes out and stands to pace a circle, before he's sitting back down before you. 

"Thank you." He says with an earnest smile. His hand reaches over the table, to lay on yours, offering a tender squeeze. "You helped me realize there were plenty of ways to describe it."

"You're very welcome." You reply, returning his smile. "I do believe I have it."

He raises his eyebrow and cocks his head to the side. "What do you believe it is?" 

You crack a half smile of your own. You pull your hand back, putting down the brush. Across the table, you slide the parchment to him. "Write this challenge to Liuyanci, and I will answer you." 

Without haste, he pulls back his written letters and gets to work writing them. By the time he finishes, it is late and both of you are expected elsewhere. You help him carry his workload as far as the path both takes you. When your path divulges, he pauses long enough to turn on his heels and stare back at it. 

"So?" He calls and confuses you for a moment. When he sees the confusion ring in your eyes, he laughs openly, almost dropping the papers. You have to rush forward and stop him, which causes more laughter between you. 

Once it settles, Niexiao is clicking his tongue. "Your answer. What is it?" 

Oh. Right.

After a moment of pondering it, you give your answer. 

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I do hope you enjoyed it. I decided to cut them all at the end like this, so you may have a chance to voice your thoughts on what you believe is the correct answer.

[bookwormscififan]

Incidental Coincidences

Buy me a coffee?

A/N: This is part one of a collab with @endlessdreamerdragon​ that was based off their idea which they told me about when I was out shopping one day. It took some time (due to my uni and other stuff), but enjoy this Yancy angst

Word count: 378 words

Warnings: detailed descriptions of injuries

**I would advise reading the attached reports for each part before reading the actual writing** 

“So, new guy, what are you in here for?”   Doug Davis, a man who hated his name, looked over his left shoulder. Just hidden by the collar of his shirt, a butterfly tattoo bumped down his aggressive look.  

“Assault with intent to kill. Not my fault the person didn’t want to move.” Doug raised his fist, miming squeezing an orange.  

“I was that close to beating the guy’s head in,” he commented, turning around to fully face the other prisoners.  

“I asked them to move, but they were wearing headphones and couldn’t hear me. So I thought, maybe if I give them a little nudge,” he shifted his shoulder, pretending to nudge an invisible person.  

“They didn’t move, but muttered something. ‘What did you say?’ I asked, but they ignored me. By this time they had taken their headphones off, so I yelled the question to them.” He looked around at the others, noticing one person who wasn’t looking at him.  

“They had the nerve to comment on how rude I was! Can you believe that? They called me out on being rude! Naturally, I responded by shoving them. I also took their headphones and threw them away.” Doug stood up, standing with raised fists.

“It was so easy to beat them up! They didn’t even try to fight back. I’ve never beaten up someone who didn’t fight back before. I hit them until they were on the floor, and their face was barely recognisable anymore.” He ground his teeth, glaring at a speck on the floor.  

“I would have killed them, but someone had dialled 911. The police got me, and the paramedics took the stupid person to the hospital.”  Up until now, Yancy had just been listening to Doug’s story, sketching some little pictures of Tiny Box Tim into his notebook. Now, he closed the book and spun around in his seat.  

“Did youse find out this person’s name?” Doug looked at Yancy, a man with tattoos down his arms and slicked back hair. Immediately Doug decided he didn’t like this man.  

“Why would you want to know? “Just ‘cause,” Yancy said casually, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I mean, the paramedics found their ID and started trying to communicate. I heard them say Y/N.”

[wingardiumiku]

dancing in the moonlight | pjo snippet

percy jackson × sabrina garcia (daughter of hecate!oc)

summary : it has been a long journey, a tiring battle. acquaintances were made, friends were lost and and sabrina somehow has gray hair now. boy did she need this party and also a little closure.

Masterlist

The music was blaring, the light shining magnificently off the golden tidbits in the building. Sabrina wouldn't lie, after three consecutive summers filled with quests, then jumping back to being a normal teenager, endless hours spent rushing through homework (and cursing her godly lineage because a brain hardwired for ancient greek certainly didn’t help), she deserved a little unwinding.

The room was filled with godlings and she got the chance to meet some of her half siblings, the immortal ones. The meeting with Zeus and the Olympians was nerve-wracking to say the least. And no, it didn't help one bit that her mama was staring her down like a hawk, all the while Sabrina couldn't move, didn't dare to, and only fidgeted with her dirt-covered attire, one hand linked with Percy's.

Speaking of Percy. . .

She was sure if she came up with a thousand words to describe him, they would still fall short. Sabrina had crossed paths with him during her first year at Yancy Academy. Of course, she was fresh meat around the block, yet to be fitted into some stereotypical bunch. That was when Chiron had contacted her, notifying her about Grover shifting to her school to keep tabs on a demigod.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was defeating a Minotaur, being claimed by Poseidon and confirmed to be the only child of Big Three, getting accused of stealing Zeus' lighting bolt, going on a quest to acquire it and miraculously surviving. Oh, did she mention the part where she was dragged along for a free ride?

Spending three years together tended to do things to people. Through Medusa's garden, through the Sea of Monsters and through holding the literal sky on their back, they had stuck together. And demigod or not, she was but a teenager with plenty of moodswings and wilding hormones. Just her luck, crushing on the guy with the most baggage.

And if falling for the greek counterpart of Harry Potter wasn't enough, Percy also gave new meaning to the word 'oblivious'. But he was adorable so she supposed she could let that little detail pass.

If she could find him, that is.

Making her way through the chattering crowd, Sabrina made a beeline for the daughter of Athena in the far corner of the room who was talking animatedly with few who reciprocated her interest in the hall's architecture.

Sabrina tapped the girl's shoulder, covering her ears to shield them from a song Apollo had composed and given bgm to all in the matter of two minutes. "Where's Percy!"

Annabeth scrunched her brows, red in the face from talking too fast. "I saw him with his dad like an hour ago! Look outside!"

At the mention of the Sea god, Sabrina pursed her lips. Talking to her mother was more than enough, especially with the interrogation she had to endure: 'Are you sure you are alright?' 'Have you taken some nectar and ambrosia? Here, this potions works wonders on sprains', 'I need to have a nice chat with Atlas', 'What is your relationship with Poseidon's kid?', 'Aren't you a bit too young to indulge in such relationships?'

Yeah, one encounter with an immortal was more than enough.

Sabrina tiptoed towards the exit of the palace, trying her best to avoid any and every conversation.

"Percy?" Her voice had dropped to barely a whisper as she peeked into the dark hallway, a startling contrast to the lively celebration inside.

Even deserted and bathed in shadows, the gold managed to shine through, just like every other part of Mt. Olympus. She wondered how much she would earn if she nicked a tiny peice from the ceiling and sold it back home.

Worn out high tops clacking against the shimmering marble floor, her eyes followed the moon as she peered into what was possibly the most well kept garden she had ever seen.

Finding a familiar figure at the end of the path, Sabrina managed a small smile. Percy was standing by a clear pond, staring blankly at the koi fish playing tag.

She slipped outside, sneaking up behind him as her arms circled his shoulder. "Boo!"

"What the Hades!" His hands came to rest on the underside of her thighs, steadying them from toppling into the water. A chuckle was ripped from him, "Don't do that. You'll end up sending someone to the afterlife in a second."

Sabrina hummed quietly, relishing in the chirping of crickets mixed with steady ripples drawn on the surface of the pond, their faces reflected in it as though it was a massive mirror.

With a dry gulp, Percy started, "I was thinking—"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"As I was saying, before I was very rudely interrupted", he glared.

If it was up to her, Sabrina could spend an entire lifetime staring at his green, green eyes.

"What if Luke isn't really the bad guy?"

His words snapped her out of her stupor and she scowled hard. "What makes you say that?"

His thumbs twiddling, Percy clutched the hem of his shirt, a clear sign of hesitancy. "I don't know. It's just. . ."

A pregnant silence reigned over the two. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen."

Sabrina jumped down from her perch on his back, tugging at his hand to make him sit beside her on the concrete that encircled the small body of water.

"Dont you think it's a little unfair how the gods get to sit here and enjoy a feast, sleep around and whatever while their children have to fight their battles for them?"

Percy's eyes looked anywhere else but her as he took in a shaky breath. "Being a demigod, the one supposed to save Olympus. . .I don't think I'm cut out for it. It's not me, it can’t be me."

It was quiet for a long time as she observed the subtle shade of red around the waterline of his eyes.

She could fathom what he meant, to some extent. They didn't get a say while being thrusted into a life with danger in every step of the way. Some let it get to their head and some didn't live to see a year past the acknowledgement of their status.

"You're right", she muttered finally, playing with his fingers. "It's not fair; never been and never will be. But what Luke is doing, that's just blowing it humongously out of proportion."

"But it's okay for people to die in vain when our parents can easily fight this war on their own? Why did Bianca have to die? What will Nico say when we get back to camp without his sister, huh? She was his only family left!" Percy snapped before his voice broke. "I gave him my word."

Sabrina flinched but her gaze softened as he sulked beside her, reaching out to pat his back. "It isn't okay. But what can we do? At the end of the day, we're just kids."

Percy rolled his eyes. "And that makes it so much better."

She let out a laugh. "Nope. It just goes to show that we can't do everything on our own."

Sabrina continued, unfurling her legs from where she sat crisscross, dipping them in the pond. "Percy, its true that we can't bring Bianca back but we can give Nico a family. Or a spot in whatever royally messed up dysfunctional group we are."

Percy glanced at her, finding her crystal blue eyes directed to the fish who came by to say hello. They didn't appreciate her making their home a pedicure spot but he thought better than to tell her that, lest she threatened to turn him into a stingray again.

Under the undisturbed rays of the moon, her crimson tresses seemed to glow. Come to think of it, she always had that certain aura around her—one that was willing to listen without judging hastily, always sharing her honest opinion but in a way that made insults sound like compliments.

People said it was easy to talk to her. He couldn't understand how. All he felt was his heart performing somersaults whenever she was near.

Heat rushed to his face as he remembered the day he had accidentally spoken out loud, questioning if she was an angel. Grover had nudged him with his elbow, the satyr wriggling his brows while Annabeth gave him one of her infamous smirks.

Faced with Sabrina's teasing smile, Percy had vehemently claimed that it was a joke. But as he sat wondering the same thing now, the butterflies that lived in his stomach went feral.

Sabrina blinked when Percy stood up suddenly, a hand outstretched towards her. She took it gingerly, without a question.

"What's on your mind?" She said when he laced their fingers together.

Relieving a breath he didn't know he was holding, Percy shut his eyes momentarily. Opening them again, he found himself staring at endless pools of ultramarine. Oh, right. It was her fault that he searched for that exact shade of blue in everything.

"Westover Hall", he managed meekly, "We were interrupted. I think I owe you a dance."

A smile curled on her lips. Giggles fell from her mouth at his attempt of managing them into a slowdancing stance. "Alright, merman. Just don't get cold feet, okay?"

One of the melodies playing inside, muffled but still decipherable, floated in the air.

 I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Her hands came up to his waist, his breath hitching when she stepped closer to him. In his too bold of an attempt, he had disregard the fact that he had two left feet.

Noticing his dilemma, Sabrina chuckled. "Relax. Nobody's watching. I won't judge, I promise."

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Their first meeting, a simple exchange of pleasantries in the dean's office was stuck on replay in his head.

Her coming to check up on him when he had cooped himself in his cabin—too spacious and vacant a place—after the eventful Capture the Flag, something she wasn't obligated to do, her blasting Matt Sloan on his butt after obliterating a Laistrygonian, willingly taking half of the weight of the sky onto herself to spare him the agony, those were memories he wanted to cherish forever.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Despite her calm facade, the previously minuscule nagging voice inside her head had morphed into hollering cheers.

It was a sight for sore eyes—two teens fumbling in the dark, neither having a clue what the correct steps were supposed to be but they danced still, to a faded serenade.

And it was fine. As long as they were accompanied by each other's presence, the random comments made that kept them laughing through the whole thing, it didn't matter if they were flawed.

To fall in love with the other's imperfections was a lesson they were glad to have learned.

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

She wasn't sure how it happened. In the spur of the moment, she had lifted her head from the crook on his neck, yanking him down by the front of his shirt.

The moment she pressed her lips to his, she knew epiphany. Growing up reading cheesy romance novels to pass time, cheating the sequence to skip to the 'first kiss' scenes, always envisioning what it'd feel, Sabrina could now surely say, it was euphoric.

No, there weren't fireworks magically exploding in the sky but the warmth that spread through her was immeasurable. Like downing a whole mug of hot cocoa on a cold December night.

Her heart was working overtime, senses clouded with the scent of ocean waves and a hint of peppermint, to the point he was all she could think about.

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

It was short, a fleeting moment of bliss that left remnants of it behind as it went. His ears were burning and his legs felt like jelly. Percy thought Sabrina was blushing too.

"I—"

"Wow. . ." Whatever she was going to say was cut off by his awestruck exclamation.

Percy felt goosebumps shoot up his spine. He was sure he was shortcircuiting right then and there. With his heart hammering inside his chest, he flashed a lopsided grin.

"Can I- Can I hug you, please?"

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Two demigods who didn't know any better, at a place that was more than likely out of bounds, content with just being in each other's embrace. These little things, Sabrina was starting to understand, were the reason they fought so hard for.

Sure, tackling troubles that no normal kid should, fighting monsters from myths and facing loss everyday wasn't a choice they made for themselves. But it was either they could keep complaining or make the most of the time they had together.

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

"Annabeth! What are you doing outside with a camera? They're serving—"

"Shh!"

". . .Is that. . .Seaweed Brain and Scarlet Witch?"

"Yeah. Took them long enough. I thought I would die without seeing Percina happen."

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight

[glitchbitch3000]

Some WIP Plot Ideas

WIP means Work in Progress

I'm mostly posting this for @emptynarration , but hey! If you see a plot you like, don't hesitate to mention it to me!

I primarily play as Anti, Chase, Dark and an OC, but can play as basically any of the Egos. (I don't typically use Dr. Schneeplestein or Yancy's accents when I write though.)

Some of these may be a tad NSFW, but any NSFW stuff has to be written on Discord.

1. Glitch in the System

This is based off of my version of Antisepticeye. If you don't like soft Anti, then this isn't for you.

Basically, my version of Anti is the son of Chase Brody and Celine (now Dark). He was kidnapped by Actor Mark and his team of villainous egos when he was just an infant and was experimented on for 15 years.

Now, almost 16 years old, Anti has managed to escape his captors, with no memory of his past life. His parents don't recognize him either, due to his changed appearance after so many experiments. But fate will bring them back together as a family when they have to work together to stop Actor Mark from invading their home and taking Dark's throne.

2. Me and The Boys

This one requires the use of an OC from both RP partners unless the plot is somehow rewritten to only fit the canon characters.

Two OCs live with the Septiceyes/The Ipliers/Both Teams. They never realized that the home was full of so many relationships, drama and depressed addicts. The OCs find themselves in bed with different egos constantly and have to try to figure out who they truly want to be with. This may included canon character shipping.

3. Magic Curse AU

I'm currently writing this one with one of my other partners, but eh, what the hell. I like this plot too much to not include it.

Basically Marvin screws up a magic trick and turns two of the egos (or more, up to you) into toddlers/infants. Leaving the other Egos to take care of them until Marvin can find a cure.

4. Our Crazy Family

This one includes Darkstache.

Dark and Wilford have always wanted to have children of their own, but of course, due to the way Dark's body works as a fusion of two egos, they can not sexually reproduce.

It just so happens that a family friend (any Ego of your choosing) works at an adoption facility and offers the couple a chance to be parents by letting them foster a few different boys.

These boys are CJ and RJ (The Jims), The Host and Eric. Eric still has his dad, but his dad was not taking care of him, thus he is in foster care.

Dark and Wilford might have a hard time keeping up, but they'll do anything to prove that they can be good parents.

5. My Kingdom Come

In this story, the Iplier Egos are half-demon, half-wolf and the Septiceyes are half-demon, half-cat. The two teams live together in the same forest in two different clans, split off from one another by a large flowing river that keeps them from crossing each other's borders.

But when a banished member of the Ipliers returns for vengeance and the Septiceyes become a new target, the two teams might just have to work together to take down the enemy, all the while surviving in the wilderness.

(Idk I'm a Warrior Cats fan ok)

And now..ideas with no plot that I'd still be willing to try!

Criminals and Police Officers AU

Fantasy AU (demons, dragons, witches, ect)

Demons and Angels AU

Stripclub AU

Pornstar AU (heavily NSFW)

Werewolves and Vampires AU

Human! AU

Animal! AU (Similar to My Kingdom Come except they're full-blooded animals)

Classification AU (I'll explain the details later)

Soulmate AU

Highschool AU

College AU

Superheroes and Supervillains AU

I have this idea and I don't know what to call it where it's like..all the egos have mutant powers basically and have to stay at a mental hospital, but they work together to break out and show the world that they aren't so bad.

Band/Dance Group AU

Stockholm Syndrom AU

And I think that's it? I may have others. It depends on what my partner prefers and what their ideas are! But there's a list to get us started on the right track. You can also just send me an ask to start an RP! Never know where that could lead. *shrug*

[dreamingofmuses]

(Not okay to reblog)

Hello there! Welcome to dreamingofmuses, a humble hub-blog penned by an Irish fish called Ash. While these are neither the most active nor the fastest batch of roleplay blogs out there, the goal is to try and bring good times to the dash. If any of the icons catch your interest, feel free to click the links below to learn more about them.

ALL BLOGS ARE CURRENTLY LOW ACTIVITY DUE TO IRL CHANGES FROM APRIL UNTIL END OF MAY AT THE EARLIEST.

@theauthorlives​ - HIGH ACTIVITY - A small multifandom, multimuse blog. Currently focuses on Yancy from Heist with Markiplier, Gunther from In Space With Markiplier and Roman and Remus from Sanders Sides.

Muse List - this will allow you to view all the ‘abouts’ for each muse

Rules

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@skullandbowties​ -  LOW ACTIVITY - Jack Skellington. Formerly of @skeletonwithabowtie​​

About

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@blueheartedmayor​ -  HIGH ACTIVITY - Mayor Damien from Who Killed Markiplier, set in modern day where the events don’t transpire; and a canon divergent Darkiplier who calls himself Dante (where the events of the previously mentioned series did happen).

About Damien

About Dante

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@rosetintedgunman​ -  HIGH ACTIVITY - Wilford Warfstache and Colonel William J. Barnum from Who Killed Markiplier and other Markiplier productions.

About W.ilford

About William

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@skullandbowties​ -  LOW ACTIVITY - Jack Skellington. Formerly of @skeletonwithabowtie

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@luckywildrover​ - ON HIATUS WHILE I FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO WITH HIM - Jamie Murphy, an OC. The owner of a successful social media platform, though he is somehow never recognised. His cousin, the rightful owner, has vanished from existence due to unknown magical interference, and it’s up to Jamie to figure out how to bring him back.

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@actuallyastar​ - ON HIATUS - Sirius, an OC. A young star was embedded with a black diamond that granted it sentience. After travelling the galaxies, they’ve settled to exploring the planet earth in the form of a human child. They have a lot to learn about their new home.

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[chloca-cola]

Pssssssst talk about some of your favorite mutuals, how you found them, What makes them special to you? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Oooooh ok lmaooooo

@imagineleonkennedy is my sista from anotha mista! I've followed her for a while, but didn't officially start talking to her until she made her Leon gc! Now I can't imagine not having her in my life!

@disneymarina is such a kind person, who I also met via the chat group! I talk to her everyday and she keeps me smiling!!

@savage-rhi I met through @imagineleonkennedy actually haha she sent me her resident evil fic to read and we started talking about writing and our friendship grew from there and I have such a crush on her! 😍

@faegrifted I met because of the Death Stranding fandom! We also have a mutual love for Far Cry 5 (shes the one who talked me into finally playing it) and she's helping me so much with my oc for Far Cry 5! She also converted me from a John hoe to a Jacob hoe and she's damn proud of herself lmaooooo

@yancy-trash I also met through Death Stranding! She's like the little sister I never had, I'm sure I anmoy her with some of the shit I talk about, but she puts up with me anyway 😂😂

@ruvik-royal-sunflower is another I've met through Death Stranding, and she does amazing cosplay. I really love her Plague Doctor stuff!

I have so many others I talk to and love that I've met along the way, so don't feel bad that I didn't mention you, I love all my mutuals like my family!

[seafrost-fangirl]

Finding Home (Percy Jackson x Cousin!OC) Prologue

Word Count: 415

Type: Prologue

Warnings: None

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     They say in life you only get to make a choice when a thousand other choices have already been made for you. I hope whoever made my choices rots in a hole. My life hasn’t exactly been what most people would call ‘normal’. Granted its not quite as weird as it could be, but I digress. It all started going downhill around last September. Let me set the scene. 

     I live in a tiny little apartment in New York City with my terrible uncle Gabe, rebellious cousin Percy, and maybe the most wonderful person on the face of the Earth: my aunt Sally. Now, I say Percy is rebellious, but only because ‘cursed’ has a bit more negative connotation. The kid has a knack for getting into trouble, and more often than not it was me pulling him out. As a fun little result, we’d both been kicked out of a few schools. After the third incident, Sally thought it might be better if we went to different schools, which means when September rolled around Percy was headed to Yancy academy where he would room and board, and I’d be going to a normal 7 to 2 high school here in the city. 

     Yay me.

     Because I was home every day, good-ol’ Gabe decided I would need to start paying rent, so that’s how I ended up on the afternoon shift at the deli at 105th and 1st. Pete, the owner, was a good enough guy and usually had me off before it got too late and let me do my homework if there weren’t too many customers in. Pete was an older man, maybe in his late 60s, and had been running the deli for about all of them. We had the sort of employer-employee relationship where we talked a lot but never about anything more important than if the other caught the game last night. I would always say no and he always gave me a play by play I hardly understood. He mentioned once that I reminded him of his granddaughter who lived out in California and I said he seemed like the grandpa I never got to have. That was a fun Christmas. 

     My job at the deli was almost exclusively make sandwiches, while Pete did all of the customer talking. It’s not that I’m awful at talking to people, it’s just that I almost never said the right thing. 

     Pete and I both agreed I should stick to the hams.

[juju-on-that-yeet]

There Are Worse Things I Could Do, Chapter 4/10

Summary: Yancy finds himself in a bar talking to an attractive and charismatic woman. Maybe she can help him forget about Lio, even if just for a night. Warnings: Mild sexual content Characters: Yancy, female OC

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Enjoy!

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After a long day of aimlessly wandering through LA and fighting with himself on whether or not he should go home, Yancy ends up in a cheap bar.

The place is decently busy, not very clean, and most of the clientele seem rough around the edges. People are shouting over each other to be heard, punctuated by the thunk of glasses being slammed down. There’s a minor catfight going on in the corner of the room, with two women pulling each other’s hair and trying to scratch out each other’s eyes. It’s not all bad, though. There’s groups of friends genuinely having a good time, and couples standing together around the room. There’s even a pair of women, talking and obviously flirting with each other, and no one else even seems to notice. Yancy can’t help but feel a little safer.

He’s not sure what his goal here is. It’s not like he has any money, he doesn’t even have an ID (he owns a fake one, but it’s back in his room at Ego Inc.). He sits at the booth anyway; maybe if he drinks enough water he won’t get hungry until morning. The bartender gives him a funny look when he asks for only water, but he gives him a glass anyway. Yancy wonders how he comes across to others: His clothes are brand new and clean, but he knows his expression is tired, unhappy, pale cheeks and baggy eyes.

He must look pretty pathetic, because a woman sidles up next to him, sitting in the stool to his right.

“Long day?” she asks with a sympathetic grin. Yancy can’t help but snort.

“You have no idea.” He chuckles quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Long week, more like.”

“Rough. I hope you don’t mind company.”

“Nah, I could use some. You are…?”

“Danielle.” She smiles, genuine and bright. “You can call me Dani if you want.”

“Cool, I’m…”

It occurs to Yancy that most of the egos with strange names have some sort of alias they use to avoid suspicion. It also occurs to Yancy that Dark has a rule about the egos getting too close to humans. But it also occurs to Yancy that he’s not in Ego Inc. right now, and he’s not even sure if he’s going back, and in that case, why should he care about those rules, anyway?

“Yancy,” he finally says. “Yan or Yance is good too, though.”

“Yancy.” Danielle says it slowly, not mocking, but curious. “I’ve never heard that name before. Where are you from?”

“Uh, Ohio.”

“Ah.”

The conversation seems pretty dead in the water, but then Yancy realizes something.

“Hey, weren’t youse talkin’ to that other gal over there earlier?”

It’d be hard to mistake her; Danielle is Yancy’s height, with long, thick black hair tied back in a poofy ponytail. She’s wearing a white, knot front blouse with long, draping sleeves under an unzipped puffy vest, and flared jeans over spiky black boots. This close, Yancy can see how her nose is slightly bent, and how her eyes are strikingly blue. Her features are strong, solid-edged, and very attractive, at least to Yancy,

“I was, but we didn’t come in together,” Danielle explains. “She’s cute, I guess, but we didn’t really click.” She sees the look on Yancy’s face, and rolls her eyes. “I know that look. You’re wondering why I’m here with you when I was just with a girl, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” Yancy admits. He wants to explain himself, but he lets Danielle keep talking first.

“Put simply, I swing both ways,” she says, “I hope it’s not a problem that I like girls.” She sounds less worried about upsetting Yancy and more about getting bothered by him.

“No, no way, I mean, me too!” Yancy exclaims, but then realizes how that sounded when Danielle’s expression changes to unimpressed. “No, aw hell, I mean…” He rubs the back of his neck again. “I mean…I like both, too. Was just surprised to find someone else here who does, s’all.”

“Oh!” Danielle says, first shocked, then she starts laughing. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry! I’m so used to people giving me a hard time–”

“No, I get it, I must’ve sounded like a real tool–”

“I don’t know how many straight guys have said what you did–”

The two are laughing, apologizing and explaining to each other through it all. In the process, they end up leaning towards each other, closer. Danielle really is beautiful.

“This calls for a drink,” Danielle giggles, “On me.” She notices Yancy’s water. “Oh, wait, are you driving?”

“No, nothin’ like that,” Yancy says, embarrassed. “I, uh, left my wallet at home.” It’s not a lie.

“Rough! Well, they never check IDs here, anyway, so I’ll get us something.”

The beer Danielle orders them isn’t bad; it’s better than Shithole Hank’s hooch wine, that’s for sure. She even takes pity on his growling stomach and orders fries for them to share. They talk for a while, and Yancy eventually ends up telling her what he’s doing here.

“Confessed to a friend,” he says with a shrug, trying to play off the still-raw hurt. “Didn’t work out. Don’t help that we’re roomies, too, so I just…had to get away for a bit, yanno?”

“Yikes,” Danielle murmurs, “That sounds terrible. I’ve fallen for friends before. It’s always more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Youse tellin’ me.”

“I got out of a relationship a few weeks ago.” Danielle leans closer, like she’s trying not to be too obvious. “It was pretty mutual, though. I’m ready for something new.”

That much was already apparent. The more Yancy and Danielle talk, the more overt Danielle gets. She gets so close they nearly bump heads, and even puts a hand on Yancy’s thigh once or twice, removing it the second after he notices but before he can say anything. Not that Yancy would. Danielle clearly wants a one-night stand, and maybe it’d be good for Yancy, too. Maybe this is what he needs to scrub Lio out of his brain and actually enjoy himself. Maybe if he finds out how Danielle tastes he’ll stop thinking about how Lio might taste. Maybe if he sleeps with her he’ll stop dreaming about sleeping with Lio. Not to mention he’ll have somewhere warm and comfortable to stay for the night if he goes home with her. It feels dishonest, but realistically, Danielle already knows his baggage. Yancy’s told her how he’s getting away from his roommate and ill-fated crush, she has to be aware of what he’s looking for…right? And Danielle really is a beautiful woman; anyone would be lucky to be with her. She’s fun, too; witty and kind and tough. She’s exactly the type of person he’d fall head over heels for if he wasn’t already tripping over Lio.

They end up leaving the bar a little bit tipsy, enough to give them both red cheeks and constant giggles. Danielle leads the way to her apartment, and Yancy is almost too drunk to feel guilty about imposing. When they walk in, though, he’s distracted from his thoughts by what he sees.

“Ohhhh, hello!” he coos at the beautiful brindle-coated pit bull that rushes into the room to greet them.

“That’s Bruce,” Danielle explains with a grin, gently fending the dog off as she takes off her puffy vest. “But I call him “Brucie” and “BruBru” so often I don’t think he knows his real name anymore.”

“He’s a real handsome dog,” Yancy says appreciatively, giving Bruce a hand to sniff after he’s taken his gloves off. “I ain’t allowed to have pets where I’m at.” He laughs as Bruce starts vigorously licking his hand.

“Yeah, I really lucked out here,” Danielle says, “So many buildings have a stick up their ass about bully breeds. But this place is good, I swear the landlord like Bruce more than me.”

“Well, he is a charmer,” replies Yancy, now sitting on the floor and letting Bruce bowl him over with affection. Danielle laughs at the sight.

“Alright, alright, come on,” she giggles, “You passed the Bruce test with flying colors, let’s go to my room.”

Yancy’s chest flutters (With nerves? Excitement? Something else?) as he gets off the floor and gives Danielle a quizzical look.

“Sure, but…what’s the Bruce test?” he asks.

“Well, Brucie’s a sweet dog, but he’s got a sixth sense for terrible partners,” Danielle explains. “He can be downright mean if he senses something off about someone. I’ve dodged a few red flags thanks to him, but it seems like you aren’t one of them.”

“Oh great, it’s not enough that you’re using Danielle to sleep somewhere warm tonight. You’ve duped her sweet dog into trusting you, too.”

Yancy tries to ignore his thoughts as he follows Danielle to her room. Bruce follows too, and Danielle has to muscle him out of the doorway to close the bedroom door. It’s clear she’s done this many, many times.

“You’re still in, right?” Danielle asks, unknotting the front of her blouse.

“Yeah,” Yancy says, though he makes no move to take his own clothes off yet.

It’s only partly from his lingering thoughts of dishonesty. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees someone disrobe, it’s still attractive to him. He can certainly appreciate the tightness of Danielle’s stomach, visible as she lifts her shirt over her head. He finds himself sitting on the end of her bed to watch the display. Danielle’s bra is simple, nearly the same color as her skin, but what really attracts Yancy’s attention is the tattoo on her elbow, now visible without the sleeve of her blouse over it.

It’s a spiderweb, branching from the point of her elbow out, as though a spider made a home there. It doesn’t go very far up or down her arm, but it’s there, unmistakable. It could just be a spiderweb tattoo and nothing more, but Yancy’s seen tattoos like that before. Plenty of inmates at Happy Trails had them, too. In prison, they signal that someone’s been locked up for a while, that they’ve been trapped like a bug in a web, so idle with prison life that they’ve grown cobwebs. Yancy almost got one himself but decided he didn’t want anymore ink on top of what he already has.

“Nice tattoo,” he ventures. Danielle, who was shimmying out of her jeans, pauses.

“Thanks,” she says. Something in Yancy’s voice must have given him away, because she stares at him, considering. “You…know what it means?”

“Yeah,” Yancy answers, “I, uh…I almost got one, too, back when I was in the big house.”

Danielle relaxes, a bit like how she did when she realized that Yancy is bi, too.

“No kidding?” she asks, laughing a little. “I really wasn’t there that long, not compared to others, anyway. It was eight years; would’ve been less, but I kept causing havoc in jail that added time.” She must see the curiosity on Yancy’s face, because her smile turns less playful, her eyes get faraway. “Drug possession; heroin, to be specific. Just a few too many grams to get a light sentence. I couldn’t stay away from it, even in jail. Eventually I forced myself to drop it so I could have a life again.” She resumes taking her pants off. “What about you?”

Yancy freezes then. He looks away.

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me!” Danielle backtracks hurriedly, kicking her pants off from around her ankles. “I forget that not everyone’s as candid about that kinda thing as I am, sorry I asked.”

“S’alright,” Yancy mumbles.

“Would she still want you here if she knew what you’d done?”

Yancy looks back to see Danielle in her underwear, lacey and dark blue. His breath stutters, and his thoughts suddenly short-circuit. Danielle has really nice legs.

“Thanks,” Danielle giggles.

“Ah, shoot, I said that out loud, huh?” Yancy asks, sheepish, as Danielle approaches him.

“You did,” she affirms. She looks him up and down. “Are you gonna maybe…” She gestures to his still-clothed body. “Do something about all that?”

“Hey, we don’t gotta rush, doll,” Yancy answers, leaning back. “’Sides, I’m cozy. Maybe if I got too hot, I might take somethin’ off.”

His accessories and hoodie are sitting back by the door on Danielle’s coatrack, and his sneakers are beside it. But his shirt and jeans are still on, just tight enough to bolster the imagination without revealing very much. Danielle grins at his words.

“Alright, we can play that game,” she says, leaning down and sitting on Yancy’s lap.

Even with the worries of deceiving Danielle still in Yancy’s mind, it’s not hard to push them to the backburner once Danielle’s lips meet his. She doesn’t taste like anything he can name, but she’s an excellent kisser, slow, deep. Her nails find the nape of Yancy’s neck, sending shivers down his spine as she plays with the tufts of hair he missed when he gelled it this morning.

“No, yesterday morning. You haven’t gelled it since then, remember? You haven’t been at Ego Inc. to do it.”

Yancy tries to chase the thought away by reciprocating Danielle’s touches, gripping her waist with one hand and letting the other wander over her thigh. Danielle hums appreciatively, the sound vibrating through Yancy as their lips stay connected. He eventually pulls away to mouth at her neck, sucking marks into the flesh. His grip on her hip changes to let his fingers dip below the band of her underwear, dangerously close.

“Slow down, tiger,” Danielle chuckles, breathy and light, “I wanna play, too.”

Yancy finally pulls away from her to take his shirt off, doing it maybe a little more slowly than he needs to, giving Danielle a nice view. The moment Yancy’s shirt hits the floor, Danielle’s hands are all over him. Yancy can’t get enough of her, either. She even smells good, something vaguely spicy on the edge of Yancy’s senses. Her skin is soft but tough, it takes effort to mark her up. On top of everything else, she’s a great kisser, undoing Yancy from his jaws to his chest. Did he notice her good kissing already? Probably. It’s hard to think like this. It’s been a while since he got to sleep with someone. At some point he gets her bra off, giving him even more skin to play with. Danielle arches into it, happy to let him.

Eventually, Danielle’s hands finally travel down to Yancy’s straining jeans, palming him, letting out an appreciative hum. Yancy grins against her skin.

“Do you want me yet?” she asks, low and sultry.

The words fling Yancy somewhere else completely, to a familiar memory.

“Are you in love with me yet?”

Yancy pushes Danielle off and stands, surprising her.

“What the–” she starts, “Did I do something? I thought–”

“Sorry,” Yancy mutters, hardly able to breathe, “I thought I could do this, but I can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry.”

He grabs his shirt off the floor and hurriedly tugs it over his head, but all he can see is Lio. Lio’s easy grin, Lio’s handsome eyes, Lio’s sharp jawline and rough stubble that Yancy wishes he could touch–

“Wait, come on, what’s this about?” Danielle asks, voice getting sharper, frustrated.

“It ain’t you, Dani, I swear, I just–” Yancy runs a hand down his face, upset. “I ain’t over it. I ain’t over him. I thought I wanted to be with you, I thought it’d take my mind off, but I just…I just want him so bad. I can’t do this.”

A tense silence settles over the room. Danielle sighs and savagely grabs her bra off the floor.

“I knew it,” she mutters as she puts her bra back on, “I knew you weren’t gonna go through with this, I knew you weren’t over that guy and trying to use me for comfort, but I brought you home anyway.” She shakes her head. “Look, you’re not a bad guy, Yancy, but you better leave until you can be honest with yourself, much less others.”

The words strike right through Yancy’s heart, and he gasps.

“Wait, hold on, are you–” His voice almost cracks. “Are youse kickin’ me out?”

“I invited you here for a reason, and it wasn’t for a friendly sleepover,” Danielle answers, deadpan. “Just go home and deal with your shit, don’t make me your cure-all.”

“Aw, come on, doll, I just – I gotta – C’mon, don’t put me out–”

“Go home, Yancy.”

“I can’t!”

“You can, and you will, because you’re not staying here.” She sighs again, less frustrated, more sad. “I know from experience that enabling helps no one. So I won’t enable you, not tonight.”

“I…” Yancy hangs his head. “Okay.”

“Let yourself out, I’ll relock the door after.” She turns away from him to pull her shirt back on. “Come back to that bar when you’ve sorted yourself out, maybe we can see each other again.”

“When the hell is THAT gonna be?”

“Who knows?”

Yancy leaves Danielle’s room in a daze, passing Bruce, who looks up at him from the bone he’s been chewing.

“You shoulda warned her, buddy,” Yancy grumbles as he puts his hoodie on, followed by his hat, scarf, and gloves. When he bends to get his shoes on, Bruce trots over and tries to lick him, but Yancy gently pushes him back until the bog goes back to his bone, oblivious to Yancy’s mood.

Yancy walks out of Danielle’s apartment, not looking back once he closes the door and ventures into the cold night. He turns her words over and over in his mind, thinking, wondering.

He finds and sleeps on a bus stop bench for the rest of the night.

[belle82devart]

(Far Cry 5) OC Quiz

Thank you to the always darling and lovely @yancy-trash for the tag. You are just a sweetheart, and I love you, sis!

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Captain Meredith "Meriweather" Brassard

Asked someone to marry you? - Guilty as charged. Mere doesn't exactly have a filter much when she's drunk, and with being drunk most of the time on her last year of tour in Kuwait and Afghanistan of the Middle Eastern War (2009).

Kissed one of your friends? - Guilty. There truly is no filter when the quarters are tight and desert nights lead to solitude like tension.

Danced on a table at a bar or tavern? - Guilty. In her younger years before she enlisted, some of Hope County's most unknown and basically hidden away bars serves as her grounds of escape. The liquor was always hand made and stronger than anything recreational and legal for that matter.

Ever told a lie? - Guilty. This applies to many situations, and sometimes the lies are far worse than others... Sometimes the lies were to escape from situations that would have gotten worse if the lie wasn't told. And sometimes to avoid the truth, despute the pain that follows from an improper reply.

Had feelings for someone whom you can't have? - Guilty. There have been many in the past. In her younger years, living within a family that frowned upon sexuality beyond one man and one woman never allowed for those feelings to truly be elaborated on. Gender was a big barrier, and the farmer girl on the ranch next door was a sight to behold, despite being a couple years older.

Ever kiss someone of the opposite sex? - Guilty, though a rather limited amount. Three or four at the most. This isn't accounting for the drunken nights where she can hardly remember how she even got back home in one piece.

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? - Guilty. Oh the rebellious teenage years, sneakinh out and experimenting. Nothing really became too solid besides her first relationship with a woman, and even then, that only lasted a few months.

Kissed a picture? - Innocent. She has never seen the need to do such. Maybe holding it close to her chest or clutched tightly within her hand, but there hasn't been a need to kiss it.

Slept in until 5pm? - Guilty. After her final tour and returning home to Hope County, she had become quite the deinker again, though this was to simply knock her out so she'd actually sleep a decent amount. Drunkness does this to you.

Fallen asleep at school or work? - Innocent. Surprisingly, she's never been tired enough for such. Even during her tours, the gunfire never truly had let up enough to allow for slumber.

Held a snake? - Guilty. Fuck yeah she's held a snake, and killed many during her time on the farm too. Prarie rattlesnakes, Crotalus lutosus. You name it, she's picked it up at some point or another after having killed it.

Been suspended from school? - Innocent. She's never had a chance to be caught smoking in the back of the school or sneaking a sip of moonshine from a friends water bottle because when she was younger before her period of rebellion, she was an innocent, Christian girl. Now things have changed...

Stolen something? - Guilty. From candy bars to alcohol, she's been rather sneaky. Her period back in Hope County after her tour has yileded more oopertunities for ammo stealing and the quick nab of a can of food here or there if her hunts are unyielding.

Done something you regret? - Guilty. She's regretted a lot in her life. Leaving her family behind (despite how shitty they were), breaking up with her partner before going to war and leaving the relationship sore and broken. She's even regretted the things that were out of her control. She's regretted the death of her fellow platoon members, not being able to get there fast enough. Regretted missed shots that could have saved the one at her side...

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? - Guilty. The Whitetail Mountains, when she decided to reside there (instead of the family far near Falls End), had rather pleasant to horrid winters. Hard not to be a child when you're alone and just need a moment to smile.

Laughed until liquid came out of your nose? - Innocent. Somehow that's never happened, but there always is a chance that that can change.

Kissed in the rain? - Innocent. Too sappy for her taste. She may yearn for love and all it's collective goodness but that... That there is just too much. Too 'P.S. I Love You' sorta shit.

Sat on a roof top?- Guilty on so many levels. In her younger years, it ranged from the farm home to the barn itself. Mainly which ever was far more quiet at the time. During the military, that was the means of staying at a vantage point. You always had to be above your pray. Now the cabin she stays at serves as a nice look-out for incoming Malitia and Cultist.

Kissed someone you shouldn't? - Guilty. She kissed her commanding officer upon a drunken dare, left to clean the barracks from top to bottom for three months. Other than that, not really.

Sang in the shower? - Innocent. There's no need for someone to fall over dead with how hideous her singing voice is. She'd rather have the radio playing during this time.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? - Innocent. There was no pool growing up. Unless you count a lake as a pool, she's still unused to the idea of such and lacks the experience of it.

Shaved your head? - Guilty. Voluntarily... No. There was a time where the best torture was the kind that degraded. I'll leave it at that.

Slept naked? - Guilty as fuck. Home by herself? Bra off, letting those babies fly! Then it's shower and bed. No need to dress when it's just her. Now during her time in the military and aside from that, her childhood, that was a big ole hell no.

Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? - Innocent. They've made her cry before, and they've had other means before the military for ways of bringing tears to her eyes that were not of joy.

Donated blood? - Guilty, but for a good cause! Nothing like a quick 'give me your arm' when a soldier is bleeding out and you share the same blood type.

Eaten alligator meat? - Innocent. She's ate some unusual things, but never that.

Eaten cheesecake? - Guilty. Damn her sweet tooth.

Still loved someone you shouldn't have? - Guilty. She grows connections, no matter how toxic, and in the end... She just wants to keep running back. She just wants to be loved even if it means a false sense of it.

Have / Had a tattoo? - Guilty!! Both arms have 3/4 sleeve tattoos. She got them before and during her military time. Just adding on and adding on to cover eaxh new scar that appeared.

Liked someone, but will never tell who? - Fucking guilty. She can't quite help being in that area and having to hear their voices constantly.

Been too honest? - Guilty. There were a lot of times where hope had been lost, and facts needed to be realized.

Ruined a surprise? - Innocent, surprisingly.

Eaten too much that you can't walk after? - Guilty. There had been periods in her time overseas where the food was limited. Coming back to the States usually meant going hog wild and not moving from your spot until you had to get back on a plane to be taken back.

Dressed in men's clothes? - Guilty!

Dressed in womens clothes? - Sadly... Guilty. God she hates fucking dresses and tight fitting clothes. Too confining.

Joined a pageant? - Fucking hell... Guilty. Though she hated every moment of it. The Hope County fair little miss apple pageant. Always sucked ass. Her mother always loved to show off the goods for a 'good farm boy' to come and snag so the family business would keep going.

Still have communication with an ex? - Guilty. Lets just leave it at that...

Been told you're beautiful by someone who meant it? - Innocent. Never, and she still hopes for it one day... But when will that even happen?

Cheated on someone? - Innocent. Now being cheated on? Ha! Yeah... Fucking sucks.

Gotten totally drunk and missed an exam? - Guilty. She didn't mean for it. Just one sip, then it turned dinto five, and soon a whole case of beer...

A total stranger treated you by paying your fare? - Guilty. The uniform has certain perks.

Got so angry that they cried? - Guilty, and it sucks ass.

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? - Innocent. She never had to do this...

Thought about suicide? - Guilty. The military can change a soldier, and once she was home... Nothing helped. Alcohol was her only medicine, and generally it made it worse.

Thought about murder? - Guilty. Just Guilty...

Actually murdered someone? - Guilty. Exit one war and come back home to another.

Thought about mass murder? - Guilty. The war changes so many views...

Actually commited a mass murder? - Guilty. That's on a need to know basis.

Rode in a strangers car? - Guilty. Cabs and Uber's are a life saver when drunk.

Stalked someone? - Guilty. There was always a target in that fucking war.

Had a girlfriend? - Guilty. Two.

Had a boyfriend? - Guilty. One.

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? - Guilty. We shall never mention Christmas with the platoon.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it! Have fun with it! ❤

[openxstrings]

Tammy and Yancy | | First Response

@lexpxrdus liked for a Pacific Rim starter from Tammy Liu (OC)

“Hey, Becket! Catch!” 

The small and well-read paperback flew towards the older Becket, Tammy watching to see how Yancy reacted to that surprise move.

She’d requested some benches to be placed along the walls of the kwoon, just on each side of the door, and the Marshal had acceded to her request. 

While waiting for her training session with Yancy, The Ocean at the End of the Lane had kept Tammy company on one of those mentioned benches, its familiar words and plot a welcomed companion in these days of uncertainty.

[ghostingrphub]

📋📋📋🌟🌟🌟 gimme all the ideas ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

( for both mains, disregard which one this is sent from pfft )

yknow how yours had a read more? yeah i have a feeling this is gonna be the same

were doing this by blog babey

MIRRORBROKEN :

mmmmore elegy interactions. could be rebirth au, could be just regular yi, more elegy content.

that toh au that we made is something i really wanna rp actually because . yes

very specifically iswm!yi and aster. just them pointing at each other like the spiderman meme. so very funny

HAUNTEDHOUSC :

buddy cop trio buddy cop trio. specifically more things with abe cause he needs more love from me but also. shenanigans.

twisted vessel au. thats it thats the sentence. but actually dark!aster interactions with the gang could be so fun. and by fun i mean sad. but also fun

for SOME REASON my ahwm muses arent appearing on my site but. those include heist mark, yancy, and illinois. interactions with them from anyone would be oh so fun. i just love heist crews ok

SHAKES the invincible gang. i love them so much i need more shenanigans in my life. gunther getting stupidly hurt and everyone going >:(

ALSO SHAKES BIM AND ERIC i love them so much just throw people at them. bim is a good and very hungry friend. eric is nervous.

oh and Host is there. he is very funny. give him rue interactions i think they would be. agreeable to each other

DOLLHOUSC :

I HAVE SO MUCH BURIAL N LUCKY MUSE ALL OF THE TIME but lets get specific.

burial threads. angst. they are so sad all of the time. also had the idea of like. burial gets sick and needs to be forces to lay down because they WILL get up and try to work. maybe some fluff. maybe them talking about their feelings. this goes for both cache and hunter threads but while on that subject. cache, hunter, and burial as a lil friend trio

lucky. theyve got angst hidden in there and i wanna drag it out. but also give them silly lil threads where they just have fun. good for anyone supernatural actually throw literally anyone their way.

PIRATE OCS. all of them. i want interactions i want fun pirate adventures. i want stitcher to terrify some people. maybe ………… finding out stitcher’s backstory. thats angst. but also just fluff of callum and alasdair.

oh you thought i was gonna mention spy fambily ????? wrong. incorrect. them having fun out and about like a normal family. them on missions. rory is in danger and the other two start tearing things apart. them ..,.,,,.

also yes associated ocs i know we’ve got royalty ones happening but like also. space ocs. for ur consideration

[bookwormscififan]

Incidental Coincidences 3

Buy me a coffee?

A/N: The final part of this angst collab with @endlessdreamerdragon​! Hope you guys have been enjoying this, because these were a lot of fun to write. There will be a second report-thingy at the end, and it’s sad. 

Word count: 356 words

Warnings: death mention

Part 1, 2

Report for this part

Yancy sat on the bed in solitary, flipping through the pages of his notebook. A single tear rolled down his cheek and onto a page in his book, smudging the ink on a small drawing of y/n.  

Of all the types of karma, Yancy had to get the one that ended up with his friend in hospital. He ran a shaking finger over the page, then clenched his fist over it and tore the page from his book, throwing the ball across the room.  

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would hear tapping against his window and think it was y/n returning to see him. But they always ended up being dreams.  

The sound of Doug’s smug voice, detailing exactly what they did to y/n… the words echoed in his mind, making him clutch his notebook ever tighter against his chest. He closed his eyes, thinking this was all just a bad dream.  What would have happened if he had gone with y/n all those months ago? Would they have still been hurt? What if Yancy had convinced them to stay? These questions rushed around Yancy’s head as he looked at his notebook.  

This was all my fault. If I hadn’t left them to fend for themselves… it’s a big world out there… why would I leave them? And now, what if they never recover? What if they die in that hospital? It would be all my fault that they died!  As rain began to pour outside, Yancy curled into a ball on his bed and began to cry, regret and guilt flooding his conscience. If only he had gone with y/n when they offered… then maybe this whole thing wouldn’t have happened.  

The door opened, and Yancy quickly wiped his eyes.

“Hello, Yancy. My name is Dr Markus, in case you don’t remember me. I’m here to have a small talk to you.”

In a hospital across the country, y/n lay in bed covered in bandages. Machines beeped beside them, and their fingers twitched. Suddenly, they began to convulse, and the machines made more erratic beeping sounds. Nurses rushed in, calling for help.

[bethhxrmon]

All I Ask of You Pt. 9

“Plastic don’t shine, glitter don’t shine, rhinestones don’t shine the way you do.” -”I See Stars” from Mean Girls

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 3,065

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, just some pining

Summary: It’s audition day and now it’s almost Christmas time.

A/N: This chapter is kind of filler, but it also has some serious setting up. I may or may not be posting a little something else this week too!

MASTERLIST

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           The annoying tone of Annie’s alarm went off, causing her to jolt awake as she checked her phone. Looking at the date, her heart nearly jumped from her chest. It had suddenly become Wednesday, the last day of school before winter break, and the same day she was going to audition. A black polka dot dress hung on her doorknob, something that both she and Harper had agreed on when Annie called the previous night, freaking out over the audition.

           Though, she should have gotten more sleep rather than worrying about if she was going to be able to belt out her high notes properly without her voice giving out and cracking on her, Annie simply couldn’t help herself. When it came to theater, she had far too much to prove. She had simply practiced too much and too hard to fall short in the fashion department. So despite the cold wind that Annie could see blowing snow around when she looked down from her window, she still pulled on the dress. If she wanted to be Maria, she needed to look the part.

           Her dad had already left, Annie could tell from how the coffee was made, but the pot was half empty. The shower could be heard in the background as she shoved the homework she’d managed to slog over the previous night into her bag. She scarfed down a bagel before looking at the time and pulling on a jacket, leaving the apartment.

           “Why’re you wearing a dress? It’s freezing!” Ned exclaimed as he, Annie, and Peter got off the subway.

           Annie gave a small shrug, “Why aren’t you wearing a dress, hm?”

           “Because I’m not crazy, there’s snow outside,” Ned replied, holding onto one of the straps on the ceiling.

           Annie held onto Ned’s backpack, “Okay, fine… I wanna look good for the audition today, you know? This is my only chance to prove myself and show off and, well I’m not sure if it’s gonna work.

           “You’ll get it. I mean, you gotta, you’ve been thinking about nothing else,” Peter pointed out.

           Ned smirked, “That’s not the only reason you think she’ll get it.”

           “Hm? What would that be?” Annie asked, turning to the other male.

           Peter’s face tinted pink before Ned started speaking, “Because he thinks that you look-”

           “The part… yeah, you look like a Maria, you know?” Peter said, glaring at Ned pointedly.

           Annie rolled her eyes, “Come on you two, I’m trying to stay chilled out for today.”

           “Well, good luck with that, I feel like if you were worried for our auditions, then you’re gonna be an absolute nightmare today,” Ned pointed out with a small laugh.

           Annie huffed a bit, “That is not true. I’m confident in myself… I just wasn’t sure what to expect from the two of you.”

           Though it was difficult to not see how Annie’s shoulders seemed to slump despite herself. Her worries were simple, she had worked too hard for too long to not get exactly what she wanted. What if that wasn’t enough? What if she couldn’t ever be enough in anything? No, she knew that she needed to toughen up and completely ignore everything that had been holding her back earlier.

           “You’ve been kinda quiet, you sure you’re good?” Peter asked as they walked into the school.

           Annie nodded, straightening her back, “Yep, I have to be. I mean, you and Ned were just fine. I can do it too, this is a science school, there’s no way any of the girls here are better than I am.”

           “Well, yeah… about me though, I’m not so sure the teachers are gonna, well I’m not sure they’ll cast me right,” Peter started as they headed to their first classes.

           Annie laughed a bit, “What do you mean by that? Of course they’ll cast you right, that’s the point of them auditioning you… and you killed it.”

           She hadn’t asked him about that night after the movie. It seemed like he wasn’t repeating the same actions that he had done. A couple of days after, she’d gotten her jacket back. Annie had only admitted it to Harper, but she hadn’t worn it since because it smelled like him and it was rather comforting. Still, that night felt like it had been forever ago, and she didn’t even know how to approach the subject. She had simply told herself she had just been emotional and was looking to the wrong places.

           “That’s not quite what I’m meaning…” Peter trailed off.

           She cocked her head a bit, “Then what do you mean?”

           “Um… well… uh I’ll tell you later, don’t worry about it. Do you want me and Ned to watch your audition?” he asked as they walked into their class.

           Annie nodded, “Yeah, of course! I really need you guys, you’re both the closest friends I have here.”

           Getting through her classes without overthinking the audition that was to come. She knew the song like the back of her hand, there was no way she could mess it up. At the same time, what if her voice cracked when she belted out the higher notes? No, there was no way she could mess up like that. Not after everything she had managed to do back in Seattle. Only, things had been different back then.

           She had been great the previous year, sure, but she was so much different. Had she been the same person she was when she started out as a freshman, there was no way she would have been around Ned and Peter as much. Her image had mattered just a bit too much, but she also had so much more conviction back then.

           Her classes had gone far too fast for her to really think about anything that had happened. Not to mention the stress of just finishing up her finals. Though, it was thanks to Peter that her physics work wasn’t completely hopeless. The rest of her classes weren’t unbearable, but physics just left her with some sort of mental block. That was how it had always been, and she never decided to question it.

           At the same time, it was all she could do to not ask to be excused and get to a practice room so she could go through her song just one more time. Even Michelle wasn’t letting her do anything like that, knowing that Annie would probably sing until her throat was raw from belting. Then, she would end up being useless during her audition and there would be no way in hell that she could ever be Maria.

           Her actual theatre class appeared to be at a standstill. Some of the girls who had never seemed to care before were suddenly begging for more time. Those were the ones now taking practice rooms and singing until their voices cracked, unable to hit the high notes. Annie hoped that all the time she had spent around her teacher getting advice had been enough. If nothing else, the teacher knew her name. Then again, so did all of her other teachers.

              Finishing the school day off with her last physics class of the semester, Annie’s knee was bobbing up and down. The actual test had been the previous class period, and that left Annie sitting as quiet as ever, knowing that once the bell rang she would have to walk straight to the auditorium. How had she managed this the year before?

           “Hey, remember all those times you told me ‘those other girls ain’t shit’?” Peter asked, looking at her.

           Annie shrugged a bit, “I shouldn’t be cocky, that’s how you fuck yourself over, right?”

           “But were you cocky before?” he asked quietly, looking like he was writing or drawing something.

           She frowned a bit, “I was a grade-a bitch… like, Flash but even worse if we’re being honest.”

           “Well, that worked out for you, yeah?”

           “I mean, it depends on what you mean by ‘worked out’, but kind of.”

           “I just think… y-you’ve done too much to stop thinking you know what you’re doing. I-I mean, come on, you went to a performing arts school, yeah?”

           Annie nodded a little, “Yeah… but that doesn’t make me a genius by any means.”

           “You don’t have to be a genius, you just need to know enough, and I think you do,” Peter told her, his chocolate brown eyes meeting hers.

           She sighed a bit, “Well, you’re right… actually, really right. You’re still staying around to watch, though, right?”

           “Yeah, yeah, of course. Unless you don’t want that, then I-I can just go off the my internship.”

           “Please tell me you’re getting some of Christmas off.”

           “Y-yeah, Mr. Stark would probably like a few days for just himself.”

           “Then we’re hanging out, and you’re not getting out of it.”

           The bell rang and Annie got up, smoothing out the skirt of her dress. She knew what she was doing, she always had. Pretending like she might not be good enough wasn’t an option. Above all else, Annie needed to prove that she wasn’t wasting her time when it came to acting. That this was what she was good at and that it was what she really loved more than anything else.

           Thankfully, she wasn’t the first girl to be going, she was the second. The poor girl who had gone before her was nothing but a confidence boost to Annie. That girl had sang what was arguably the pitchiest rendition of “Popular” that she had ever heard. If every other girl was like that, then Annie knew that she was going to be a shoe-in. There was nothing to worry about and there never had been anything worth worrying about when it came to auditioning in a school full of people who obviously spent more time programming computers than memorizing their lines.

           “Annika Hardwick, come on up,” Ms. Yancy called.

           Annie walked onto the stage, her black flats not making a sound on the auditorium stage. The audience was lit up just enough that she could see Peter and Ned sitting to the side, a few rows behind the teachers. Though the stage lights felt so warm against her tanned skin, but it only made her stand up straighter.

           The teacher cleared her throat, “You are auditioning for the part of Maria, correct?”

           “Yes,” Annie answered, feeling her heartbeat increasing.

           Was asking her friends to watch her a good idea? Maybe having Ned there was, but she had different feelings towards Peter than she did for Ned. Ned was a friend, someone she could talk to about anything without it getting awkward. When it came to Peter, there was something that she never bothered to address, but it left her reading into every moment of silence just a little bit too much.

           “Well, your pianist is ready, so whenever you’re ready,” Ms. Yancy told her.

           Annie blinked and took a deep breath before nodding the pianist in, “We’ve done this all before, we were angels once, don’t you remember?”

           As she started to sing, her nerves began to melt away. There wasn’t anyone in front of her, she was simply by herself. No one was around and no one could tell her that she was off at all. The only thing she heard was the piano playing the lilting melody. She didn’t even feel like herself, instead she felt like a young Russian girl who was singing about all of the good moments with the man she was so in love with. Never mind how that ended up changing by the end of the musical, she just needed to focus on this one moment.

           “This winter sky, how can anyone sleep? There was never such a night before!” her voice swelled.

           While she would never be able to admit it, she couldn’t stop thinking about that night when Peter talked to her. The night that left her wondering if he felt the same way she did. Only, she knew that it wouldn’t be right, being with him. Not if he didn’t even know she had powers or that she was actually a superhero. She couldn’t keep that from him if they were any closer. It was already difficult, lying to him and Ned all the time.

           “You and I, you and I, you and I,” she belted out before cutting off the pianist with her hand closing, there was a pause that was filled with silence before she breathed again, “And no one else.”

           Upon finishing, there wasn’t anything to be heard. Not that Annie had been expecting a standing ovation or anything like that, but she hoped that the teachers were impressed. She could feel the heat of the stage lights on her skin, and she could feel the sweat beading on her forehead.

           “Very well done, we will have the cast list decided when you come back from break, happy holidays, Miss Hardwick,” Ms. Yancy said with a small smile.

           Once Annie was back in the hallway, she was relieved to see Ned, but couldn’t help noticing that Peter had ran off. That was another reason they would probably never work out, he was constantly running off to that damned internship. Had he even stayed the whole song? Of course he had, right?

           Ned hugged Annie, picking her up with ease, “That was great! You know that? That was fucking awesome and I need you to know that!”

           “I hope so, I’ve been worried that my voice would crack towards the end there, but well, I guess it worked out,” she said as she was placed on the ground again, the pair heading out of the school.

           Ned laughed a bit, “You hope so? It was easily the best thing I’d heard all day. You had nothing on the one girl who went before you, trust me.”

           “I know that, but what about all the other girls who go after me?” she pointed out, pulling her hoodie out of her backpack and pulled it on over her dress.

           Ned shrugged, “They must’ve ran off after they heard you give a kickass performance. They’ve got nothing on you, and don’t say I didn’t tell you when you get the lead.”

           “You really think that?”

           “I feel like modesty doesn’t work too well on you when you seem to know that it was a pretty great audition.”

           “Well damn, okay, I’ll take your word for it,” she said with a small laugh.

           “You should.”

           That evening, Annie had many shirts beneath her White Swan hoodie and even another pair of leggings underneath her regular silver ones. With the weather getting colder and colder, she found herself wishing that she had a real suit with all kinds of technology behind it.

           Of course, the moment she thought about technology, Annie felt someone tapping her on the back. She turned, about to energy blast the offender, but quickly stopped when she saw the all too familiar Spider-Man mask.

           “Hey, you looked cold so I got you something,” the hero said, handing her a cup of hot chocolate.

           Annie shook her head, “You really didn’t have to do that.”

           “Yeah, I do, I know how cold it gets. So I’m just being a little helpful. Call it getting into the Christmas spirit,” Spider-Man replied.

           She rolled her eyes, “I know you’re gonna say we should work together more-”

           “It would be great! We would be able to fight all those bad guys together and- and you would have a better suit,” he pointed out.

           Annie let out a sigh, “Well if you wanna stop the bad guys, there’s a guy shoplifting right there across the street.”

           “Wait really?”

           “Um… yeah, he’s literally running away, it’s so fucking obvious,” she said, starting to run for the guy.

           Once she was close enough, she set up a barrier around the guy, keeping him from being able to run away. Then Spider-Man ran in right behind her and webbed his arms to the wall. Annie went up to the guy, finding small stocking stuffers in his pockets and beneath his hoodie.

           “Please, please let me go, these are for my kids. I don’t make enough to get them gifts this year, but I- well I don’t need them knowing that,” the man said.

           “That doesn’t mean you can just steal stuff, man,” Spider-Man said, crossing his arms, “You’re a criminal.”

           Annie frowned, “Spidey, his kids, though.”

           “No, no, I get it. I just don’t have the money, you know? But you guys do what you gotta do,” the man said, seeming resigned.

           Annie shook her head, grabbing at the webbing, “No, you get that to your kids. Just don’t steal again. Now, I need you to hurry up outta here,” she said, blasting the webbing off from the wall.

           “Thank you, thank you so much!” he said before continuing to run.

           Annie held Spider-Man back, silently cursing herself because she knew that it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help feeling for the poor man. Who knew what his life had been like? When she was certain that the man was out of sight, Annie dropped her powers.

           “What the hell?! He was a bad guy, we’re supposed to stop guys like that,” he started.

           Annie sighed, “I know, but he didn’t… if he had kids, well, how would you feel about seeing your dad get thrown into jail for Christmas?”

           “But what if he’s done worse?”

           “What if this is all that he’s gonna do?”

           “Swan, I just, I don’t think you made the smartest choice here, and I can’t believe you would just stop me like that!” he replied as they walked.      

           She shrugged, “I felt bad, okay? Learning that your parents are shitty people sucks, I don’t care what age you are.”

           “And you would know a lot about that?”

           “Actually, yeah. So I’d know more about this situation than you ever would, okay? Okay.”

           “Woah, Swan, I’m sorry you don’t have a great home life, but you can’t just let every criminal off the hook because they have lives.”

           “Can’t I though? No one was hurt, he wasn’t going to hurt-”

           “You don’t know that.”

           “And neither do you. It wasn’t our place,” Annie insisted, “Now, I’m gonna run off and help some more people, and you’re gonna run off and stop following me for right now.”

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One Good Day

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by Farisya

Pacific Rim/ Vampires AU

Kaiju walk the Earth, the vampiric servants of the inhuman Precursors. They kill and turn at will, some choose to fight them. They are the Jaegers, hunters, vampires who choose to stand between the monsters and humanity.

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Words: 6104, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Pacific Rim Drabbles--Inspired by the Discord Server

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Raleigh Becket, Yancy Becket, Chuck Hansen, Stacker Pentecost, Angela Hansen, Mako Mori, Masao Mori, Onibaba (Pacific Rim), Knifehead (Pacific Rim), Precursors (Pacific Rim), Tendo Choi, Sasha Kaidonovsky, Aleksis Kaidonovsky, Max (Pacific Rim), Jin Wei, Cheung Wei, Hu Wei, Hannibal Chau, Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geiszler

Relationships: Raleigh Becket/Chuck Hansen, Mako Mori & Stacker Pentecost, Stacker Pentecost & Tamsin Sevier, Luna Pentecost & Stacker Pentecost, Raleigh Becket & Yancy Becket, Raleigh Becket & Mako Mori, Hercules Hansen/Stacker Pentecost, Angela Hansen/Hercules Hansen, OC/Chuck

Additional Tags: Vampires, I invented my own Vamp Lore for this, Proud Product of the Pacific Rim Discord Server, copious amounts of blood, Blood Drinking, Blood and Violence, Blood Kink, Blood and Torture, did i mention blood?, This got a little dark, people die, and they don't go easy

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