#esc oneshot

[loreensdarling]

eurovision song contest and gay panic

LOREEN ANTIS DNI; MEN DNI, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS DNI; HOMOPHOBES DNI

PART ONE (?)

Plot: You're a singer for this year's Eurovision Song Contest. You're in for Poland in the Semi Final, and you are super hyped, competing in Eurovision at a young age and all by yourself is pretty exciting. With everything being already pretty exciting you didn't think you'd run into a certain Swedish singer that you've had a crush on for a while...

content warnings: afab!reader (important for possible part two), flirting, age gap (reader is 24, loreen is 39), use of nicknames (darling, honey), gay panic, all in one it's a lot of flirting and maybe some smut in part 2 if i can write something decent

writers warning: english is not my first language and I've never really written in English and outside of RP before, so I apologize if this is weird 🙏 I hope there's demand for one shots of our mother

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You are standing behind the stage of the Eurovision Song Contest semi final, watching the other participants through the huge curtains that separate the backstage and the actual stage. You are almost hyperventilating, nervously flapping your hands towards your face to attempt to cool down. You are sweating, more because of nervousness than of hotness.

These are the semi finals, your last shot to actually get into the finals. Even though you are pretty positive that you could get into the finale to represent your country, you are still very anxious. Everything up until here has been a fever dream basically, and getting to perform in front of thousands of people was amazing, but never before had you been so nervous in your life.

You'd only done concerts a few times before applying for ESC, and they were pretty small concerts, but since you got into the final contenders, won against other polish competitors and then was chosen to represent Poland, your fan base has grown a lot. People seemed to love you, and you loved the music and making music, so this was amazing.

Nervously you brush a strand of hair back behind your ear and check your makeup in a small hand mirror, before you look back outside. There are only three acts before you have to compete for a place in the finals. You sigh.

"Come on, Y/N. You can absolutely do this, you'll proudly represent your country in the finals.", you say out loud to yourself as you turn around - and bump right into someone. As you struggle to keep your balance, you can feel your cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't watch wh-", as you begin to rant down an apology immediately, are cut off by a rough, smoky voice. "Oh, it's alright, Darling.", the gorgeous, raven haired woman in front of you said in a low tone, her hand on your biceps to stop you from falling. You look at her, eyes widened.

You recognize her immediately. It’s Loreen. Admittedly one of your celebrity crushes ever since you saw her in 2012s Eurovision. And she has her hand on your arm. Her low, raspy voice, that accent. You don't know what to do, you're frozen in place, cheeks flushed red and your eyes anywhere but her face. It’s like your brain is frozen as you scan her over almost automatically, looking everywhere but her face.

Her outfit is hugging her body perfectly, and you can feel her hand on your biceps. Your brain is empty and your lips are parted as you breathe heavily. It takes you a few seconds to snap back into reality and if your face can heat up any more, it's probably doing that right now.

"I-... I'm really sorry, I'm a big fan, I didn't expect to meet you like... This.", as you manage to bring this out you bite the inside of your cheek. This sounds so stupid, why can't your poor gay brain bring out coherent sentences for once?

Loreen chuckled softly, looking you up and down for a second. "Are you alright, Darling? You look quite nervous", she remarks, slight concern in her voice. "Oh, Honey, is it the contest? It's your first time with a crowd this big, isn't it?", she asks. 

You nod, frowning slightly. Is it that obvious? Or did she check out every competitor that she would possibly be up against in the finale? Not that she'd have that much competition, you think. At least not from you. You notice that her hand is still on your biceps as she watches you with concern. With your brain so mushed, you can't even process the nicknames she was calling you.

As you finally lift your eyes to meet her concerned gaze you feel like you´re going to explode, so you look away again quickly. The close proximity is making you even more nervous. "Well, I'm confident you'll make it. I've seen your local finale, your performance is powerful, Darling."

This is it, you feel like your knees are going to cave in at any given moment. Loreen is encouraging you, and you don't know how much more of this you can take before your legs give in. This woman doesn't even know the power she has over you with that little crush that you have on her. Although, that crush is growing by the second. You're spiraling deeply in a gay panic.

"T-Thank you-", you croak out as your name is announced. You take a step back, quickly checking your microphone. "I need to go-", while you turn away, you almost stumble from how weak your legs suddenly are and you are pretty sure you must be redder than a tomato. Your cheeks are super hot, from embarrassment and from being turned on. God, the older woman is so attractive. And she probably knows that. 

You decide to quickly shake it off as you climb the stage, throwing the people a nervous smile. Her low, smoky voice is burned into the back of your head as your song starts to play.

"Your performance is powerful, Darling."

And oh, that little nickname keeps you going. It's burned into your brain, keeps you going through your performance, the way she said it and her voice, oh god, her voice. And oh, you deliver. By the end of your performance the people are cheering and screaming for you, and you throw them a smirk and wink at them. They go wild.

As soon as you leave the stage your knees buckle and you quickly hold on to the wall, taking a deep breath. "Shit.", you mutter. All the adrenaline that was rushing through your body during this performance was leaving your body all at once and you realize you are shaking, from excitement and stress.

You really did this. You went out there, and you have a big chance of being able to perform in the final for your country. Looking around, you take another deep breath and let go of the wall with a big grin. You need caffeine and a nap now, you decide. As you turn around to head for your booth, you spot Loreen. She is preparing for her entrance and as you look at her, she looks back at you for a second and smirks. You happily throw a grin back as you blush again.

Sitting down in your spot you mentally prepare yourself to see your idol, your crush, on stage. Then the lights go out and her performance begins. You aren't able to pull your eyes away from her for most of the time, she's gorgeous. And oh, she knows that, she notices your looks and winks at you. Or, in your general direction. The people go wild again, they don't care who this was directed at.

Somehow you manage to almost choke on your own spit when she winks in your direction and you have to turn away for a few moments, almost dying from a gay panic attack on the spot. If you thought your cheeks had been burning before, you've now been proven wrong, you're redder than ever. One of your friends and background dancers pats your back, laughing.

"Oh, you're so fucked.", she comments dryly. "Someone's in love." "I'm not!", you protest, but it comes out quiet and a little too defensive. Of course you're not in love, but your crush on Loreen is getting more and more severe by the minute. Your gay panic is so huge that you don't even notice the raven haired singer getting off the stage after finishing and heading in your direction.

You only notice when she suddenly bends over you, her hands on your thigh. She smirks at you, her nails digging in your thigh. You'd be embarrassed to admit it, but this turns you on, your brain is mush once again and you cannot form a coherent thought. You look at her in shock for a few moments, your lips slightly parted. How does breathing work again?, you think.

"I knew you could do it, Darling.", she whispered, her mouth directly next to your ear. Ungodly shivers run down your spine. You're a hundred percent sure that if you open your mouth now, you'd moan out loud. You don't even have the time to reply before she pulls back and heads back to her booth to wait for the results.

Breathless, your eyes follow her figure. Your cheeks are burning and there are so many emotions going on in your head. Was she actually flirting with you or did you interpret too much? You probably interpret too much, you think, how could a woman as gorgeous, breathtaking and talented as her flirt with someone like you? 

You are just some random singer competing for your country and she is a goddess. She’s not just out of your league, but you’re probably way too young for her liking. And surely not her type, you think, sighing quietly as your gaze lingers on Loreen.

You are snapped out of your thoughts and pull your eyes away from her and back to your group when your friend grabs your hand and squeezes it in excitement. You're about to learn your points from the public votes. Will you make it? You have to, you have to compete for your country in the finals.

Then, finally, your points are announced. You take a moment to process the amount of points you'd gotten, then you squeeze your friend's hand hard and squeal. "We did it!", she yells at you and you excitedly scream back. “We’re in!” 

You're in the finals, you'll be competing for your country in a few days.

You throw a short look back at the raven haired Swedish singer. She's smirking at you and mouths something. 'Well done, Honey', is what you understand, at least you're pretty sure of it. You give her a big, excited grin and then you're being pulled into a tight hug with your background dancers.

[harper-collins]

'Tis only a Nightmare... Right?

Cross-Posting this on Ao3, but a fun little weird oneshot, enjoy!

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Cross sat down next to the window, quietly watching the rain outside. He wondered whether he made the right decision, all those years back. Had he chosen the right side? Sighing, he turned to look at the desk near the midst of his room. It held a book, one he’d been given by someone rather special to him.

Cross hesitantly stood up and walked towards the book. He grabbed it and sat back down in the chair next to the window and got comfortable before flicking it open. It was a photo album. Not many people had them now, especially with the electronic future they were heading towards, but these pictures were immortalised memories, and he could look at them whenever, as long he had the book nearby.

When he’d first been given the album, there had been a note inside. Cross had long since added it to the end of the selection of pictures. He examined every photo as he slowly went through the album. Pictures of him, and everyone in the bad sanses. Killer, Dust, Horror and Nightmare… With Error infrequently appearing in the backgrounds. He never enjoyed taking photos.

There were a few of Dust and Horror playing games, chatting with each other, some with Killer being there as well, being the ‘Murder Time Trio’ that they’d labelled themselves before Cross had appeared in their lives. Some pictures had them laughing, with Cross being awkwardly dragged in, the ball of anxiety he was looking panicked in the majority of his pictures.

There were a few rare ones of him genuinely laughing with a happy expression, or smiling. Yet, they were always taken when he wasn’t staring at the camera… He was either reacting to a joke or staring at someone in particular. That person being Nightmare. The Guardian of Negativity tended to blend in with the dark environment, so it was difficult to see him properly… With there only being a few pictures of him out in the open.

He stopped on a certain page, almost choking up in tears as he looked down at the picture in question. He and Nightmare, their first hug, immortalised in a picture. Cross had been going through a particularly rough patch, to the point he had been thinking of leaving them all behind and working by himself… Yet, Nightmare had grounded him, the trio had grounded him.

It poured a feeling of guilt into his soul as he remembered that was the exact reason he was here he was right now. He was living with the Star Sanses now, it hadn’t been his plan originally either. At first, he had just wanted to take a temporary leave, but getting lost in travelling mixed with the fact Nightmare knew he wanted time alone only made Cross feel worse until Ink found him.

He’d brought the monochrome to Dream, and he’d been in ‘lockdown’ ever since, with the other Guardian nursing his emotions. It reminded Cross greatly of the times he’d been in the Royal Guard and he’d been given anti-depressant medication to get through the days, especially when it’d gotten bad.

It was as if there was a barrier between him and the turmoil, the world and his emotions generally. He felt numb, but not to the point he couldn’t feel anything. Realising he had been going on a tangent he turned back to the photo album on his lap, only to realise he’d left purple tears across the album. Thankful that the photos were covered in plastic, Cross wiped the page with his sleeve, which was already wet from the continuous repeat of this exact task.

He then briefly thought back to how he’d gotten the photo album. Killer had tried first. He’d come waltzing over to the Dream sanses base, trying to get inside to chat with Cross in particular, yet he’d been denied entry and almost fought Blue as a result of trying to push his way into the building. Killer had only given them mercy due to the fact they were helping Cross… Or at least, he presumed that was what Nightmare was telling him.

Next had been Horror, for his kind nature, and continuous worry for the monochrome. Yet, Ink had been in charge that day, and he’d been sent back to the castle without much argument. It was then that Nightmare himself had come into play during the night. He’d appeared in the night and left the book on his desk, ready for him to find it in the morning with the note intact.

Cross stared at the photo again, with him and Nightmare. It felt as though someone, something was trying to tell him something, through the wall. As if a part of him was screaming at him to listen, but nothing could be heard. Cross began to let his phalanges trace over the page, as he wondered what to do. Close the album there, like he always did, or go further this time. Explore further.

Despite it being such a simple task, the action felt perilous, as if it was going to break him. Yet, this time, Cross couldn’t care less. As he turned the page, he saw something new, and reality came crashing down on him. It was him coming back from the star sanses. Cross had to do a double take around the room to check where he was.

But no, he was still supposedly in the room he’d been given by the trio. Hesitantly, Cross stood up, keeping the book in tow. He walked over to the door and pried it open. The door didn’t seem to enjoy that, but after Cross used a little more force than before, it opened up to… An unexpected scene. 

It appeared to try and look like another hallway in Nightmare’s castle, but it was… Broken? Cross couldn’t think of the right word. Everything that usually littered the hallways, pictures, small cabinets, things on said cabinets… They were either broken or on the floor. Cross turned back to his room to see it very much looked different.

Feeling incredibly unsettled in himself, he turned towards the end of the corridor to see more mess. Quietly, the monochrome turned and closed the door to the room behind himself and began to walk down the corridor, wondering what on earth was going on. None of this made sense.

Walking down and towards the living room took a lot longer than normal, more because Cross was desperately trying to right what he could as he continued walking down the path. What would Nightmare think? Who could or would he blame the mess on? The monochrome wasn’t sure, but he wanted to limit the amount the Guardian got angry, in fear for both himself and his comrades.

When he did eventually find himself in the living room, he realised how normal it looked in comparison to everything he’d seen before then. As he continued to investigate, he saw someone lying on the couch, which got Cross fumbling his way towards them. 

“Killer? Is that you? I’m so—” The word confused stayed on his nonexistent tongue as he stopped at the couch, entirely frozen. Parts of Killer were dusting away which only caused a shriek to rip out of the monochrome. All at once, there was movement. As Cross moved away, there was movement in the kitchen… And Killer moved.

The sound of thunder from outside rippled through the house which only caused the monochrome to feel twice as scared and confused as he was before, and Horror came into view, wearing an apron as if he had just come from cooking. Traditionally it made sense, but Cross knew that Horror never wore an apron, he didn’t care about the stains that might come from cooking for all of them.

Killer sat up, looking in Cross’ direction as Horror came closer. “This is your fault Cross, why didn’t you stay with us?” The two spoke in unison, causing Cross to stumble backwards and hit the back of his legs on the coffee table. Suddenly the world moved as the monochrome fell on the floor, hitting his head in the process. 

“No, I wanted to come back! I didn’t want to leave you—”

“But you left us, and look what’s happened…” The two spoke before Killer began to talk by himself, his voice haunting in a way that made Cross almost scream. “I’m dying Crossy… If you were there, I wouldn’t have been hurt!” He screeched, walking closer as the monochrome backed himself into a corner.

“This isn’t real, this isn’t real,” Cross desperately told himself as he covered his eyes and whimpered. He heard Horror’s light laugh and then the sound of the two lunging towards him. He waited for a heaver skeleton on top of him, someone trying to rip his hands away from his face… But there was nothing. In fact, he couldn’t even feel the thing he’d backed into anymore.

Slowly, and shakily, Cross brought his arm away from his face, only to be met with Nightmare. His gaze was piercing and the monochrome shivered under the watchful eyelight. His tentacles were flicking behind himself, as if impatient. 

“Finally, I thought you’d never wake up,” he snarkily spoke, unlike the Nightmare he knew, who put more care than that into the people he enlisted in his little group. “What…” Cross lightly mumbled to himself, only to have Nightmare turn back and stare daggers into him. “Stay in here. There is no need for you to free-roam,” he spat out, leaving the room.

Cross stared at the door for a long moment before getting out of bed. He turned towards the window to see the same rainy window that was at the Star sanses base… The room he’d been given. Shaking his head, not wanting to repeat what already happened, Cross grabbed the memory album left on the desk once more and left the room. Nightmare was nowhere to be found.

Everything the monochrome had fixed before was… Broken or on the floor again… Gulping, Cross opened the album and began to flicker through the memories, all the way to the ones he’d seen before. He continued to look through them, seeing memories and memories that he’d forgotten, happier memories.

Ones where they were on a day out, or ones where they were training with one another. There was also one where Cross and Nightmare were holding hands… Blushing lightly, he continued going through until he got to the last picture, with the note next to it. The last one was a picture of the trio watching, with Error in a portal watching. To the right of them, there was Nightmare, who had his tentacles curled around Cross’ bones as they kissed.

Looking up and around, he realised that he was not in the hallway of the castle anymore. In fact, he was in a separate, spare guest room in the castle he knew he hadn’t walked anywhere near. He was in front of a door, with a nice-looking bed behind it. But after what he’d experienced, he wasn’t about to sleep over it.

Taking a deep breath, Cross opened the door and stepped through, ignoring the blinding light that overtook his eyesight as he continued walking. That was… Until he blacked out.

[7s3ven]

NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt. 2

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

( masterlist )

IN WHICH… Y/N is finally claimed by her father, who turns out to be Zeus. Now, she’s stuck in an empty cabin as the only forbidden child of Zeus. Luke, on the other hand, is thrilled to be playing her knight in shining armour and getting her through each lonely day.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : a little bit of jealousy, arguing, Y/N being indecisive and confused (real), not proof-read

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I really hope this part is good enough 🙏

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Being claimed was perhaps worse than staying in the Hermes cabin. The Zeus cabin was completely empty, much to Y/N��s dismay. Percy was unlucky enough to be a forbidden child too. Looks like neither of them would be having any half-siblings.

“I always knew she was destined for greatness.” Clarisse would say as if the life of a forbidden child wasn’t lonely and utterly isolated.

“Knock, knock.”

But there was one person who could light up the dim Zeus cabin.

“Hope you don’t mind that I brought strawberries. I picked ‘em myself. It was not easy work, let me tell you.” Luke chuckled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Nice place.” He sarcastically said, staring at the cobwebs that littered the walls.

Y/N stared at him, unimpressed and unamused. “Being claimed was supposed to feel great. But I’m just back at square one again.” She huffed and took a strawberry Luke offered her. He sat beside Y/N, gesturing her to continue.

“You know, at least the Hermes cabin had another people. I’m stuck in this deserted cabin because my father finally decided that he wanted to see me! All I’m wondering is why it took so long. Why bother claiming me now?! Percy got claimed in under five days. I know people who have been claimed in one. Why did it take me ten years?! At least I know why I always attract trouble now. It’s because Zeus, that utter man whore, is my dad!”

Luke’s eyebrows silently raised at her words. “You’re welcome in the Hermes cabin any time, Y/N. Don’t forget that. I don’t think your dad was ignoring you… he was probably just waiting.”

“Yeah. Waiting until I finally proved myself to him. Because a child of Zeus should be a prodigy. No normal feat is allowed. It has to be impressive to gain his attention. How dumb.” Y/N scoffed.

“I was fine without him. I’ve gone my entire life never hearing from him and after ten years of being at camp, suddenly he wants to play daddy? He should’ve left me alone. But hey, at least you guys have more room in the Hermes cabin. I heard Chiron was going to move me.”

“What? But you’re practically part of the family. I mean, not exactly. It’d be weird if we were related because… you know… we’re friends and being such good friends with siblings seems weird.” Luke spoke so fast that Y/N couldn’t understand him.

She silently stared at him. “… You’re weird. Chiron just wanted to make more room for the newcomers. And, you know, I had been there for so long that I wasn’t considered new.”

“You okay, though? Your cuts aren’t still hurting? You don’t feel sick, right?” Luke carefully inspected her face and bruised arms, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Luke, I’m fine.” She reassured him, laughing. “Nothing hurts anymore.”

“Guess I’ve got to let you win the next game now.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you guessed Poseidon and got it right.”

“I took a wild guess. I wasn’t expecting it to be correct.”

Luke shrugged and stood up. “I need to go check up on some kids. A new group just arrived. Will you be alright by yourself? I can always go get Clarisse.”

Y/N stared up at him and a part of Luke wished she would ask him to stay. To stay in the stuffy cabin and just… talk.

“I think I need some alone time right now.” She softly smiled, resisting the urge to ask him not to walk out, to keep her company. “I just need to process all the shit that went down.”

Luke chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s my girl.” He began to walk away before he turned around last minute. “Hey, Y/N… thanks for staying by my side.”

“No problem. Thanks for being my friend, Luke.”

With a wounded heart and the embarrassment of being friend-zoned hanging high over his head, Luke walked out of the Zeus cabin.

Y/N didn’t see Luke again until a few days later. He was always so busy with the new kids but he still had time to leave a small box of strawberries on her porch.

It was dinner when Y/N could finally speak to Luke. She smiled at him and subtly waved and he grinned back. He had been talking with Chris about a boring topic but his eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. Luke stood up to sit with her before he was quickly intercepted.

“Luke.” One of the new girls said, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. She was claimed the moment she stepped into camp by Aphrodite. She seemed to already be her mother’s favourite. “Are you free to sit with me and my friends? We want to ask you a few questions.”

Luke was pulled away by the girl, leaving Y/N to watch him sheepishly grin. Y/N’s smile faltered. “I think he’s avoiding me.” She muttered to Percy, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. She felt a twisted knot of jealousy well up as a girl giggled and grabbed Luke’s arm. And he let her.

The younger boy looked up in confusion. “Who? Luke? I don’t think so. Girls just seem to really like him.”

Y/N frowned but didn’t say anything else. She could only stare again as the girls around Luke laughed as he uttered something with a bashful smile.

“I’m turning in early.” Y/N said, standing up. She pushed her plate of dessert towards Percy, who slowly took it.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m not feeling well so I think I’m going to sleep early. Good night, Percy.” She deeply inhaled as she walked away, catching Luke’s attention.

“Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be back. I need to talk to someone.” He hurriedly got up, racing after Y/N. Percy, who was eating his second serving of cake, muffled a laugh. Luke was so whipped.

“Y/N.” The brunette boy finally caught up to her. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “Why are you leaving early? We haven’t talked for weeks so I thought we could use today to catch up.”

Y/N stared at him in confusion before she turned her head and quietly laughed. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise. “Luke… it’s only been three days.”

His face dropped and he cleared his throat. “I know… I was testing you. That’s all.” Yet his eyes looked at everything but Y/N. “So, how has your cabin been?”

“Lonely. It doesn’t feel the same without Chris ranting about Clarisse.” Y/N sighed, lightly biting the inside of her cheek.

“I’m not sure if I can rant about Clarisse like Chris but I could try keeping you company.” Luke offered, gazing at Y/N with eyes that begged her to agree.

She merely shrugged, not stopping Luke from strutting into her cabin and lying down on her bed. He outstretched his arms, confusing Y/N. “Hug.” Was all he said.

Y/N was never much of an affectionate person but Luke certainly was. His gestures ranged from secretly fiddling with her fingers to picking her up and swinging her around in the middle of the battle arena.

Begrudgingly, Y/N closed the distance between them. Luke grinned, pulling her closer. A few moments later, Y/N attempted to pull away. Luke prevented her from doing so. “Five more minutes.” He whispered in her ear.

But those promised five minutes turned into an hour.

And a peaceful hour turned into all night.

And all night turned into the sun rising and Clarisse waking the pair up.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, Luke.” The Ares girl snickered, folding her arms over her chest. “Your siblings are wondering where you went. I assume by the lack of clothes on the floor that you two did nothing. How surprising for you, Luke.”

“Clarisse.” Y/N warned, sitting up.

“Okay, okay. I’m going. See you at breakfast, Y/N.” Clarisse sent her friend a teasing wink before she slithered off, laughing to herself.

“Sorry. I fell asleep.” Luke muttered, stretching. He not-so-subtly placed an arm around Y/N and when she didn’t shove him away, he smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve already prepared myself for whatever gossip is about to spread around camp.” Y/N leaned back, shaking her head, while Luke chuckled.

“Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” Luke retorted.

Camp Half-Blood seemed obsessed with the little thing going on between Y/N and Luke. Friendship, romance, confusing situationship. The campers called it many things.

“I’m so tired.” Y/N muttered, rubbing her tired eyes. Luke took that as his chance to gaze at her. His eyes traced over the bridge of her nose and the curve of her Cupid’s bow.

He smiled to himself, pressing his face deeper into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

“Luke. We need to get up.” As if suddenly uncomfortable with his close proximity, Y/N stood up.

“Oh. Yeah. I know how you can’t miss breakfast because you get cranky without it.” Luke chuckled while Y/N shoved him.

“Get out, Luke!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. He bellowed out a laugh as he ran towards the exit.

“See you at breakfast, sweetheart!”

Y/N, with flushed cheeks and a racing mind, barged into the Ares cabin. “Clarisse.” She said, holding onto the doorframe for support. “I need your help.”

“What do you need?” Clarisse questioned as they walked side by side. Y/N sighed.

“Well, for starters, Luke is acting weird. I mean, he was always kind of weird but it’s gotten… more extreme. He’s getting so close and… calling me these pet names. What am I supposed to do? And why does it make me feel shy? Clarisse, help me!”

Y/N gripped her friend’s shoulders tightly. Clarisse lightly snorted. “Y/N, he’s just in love. Let the boy be.”

“In… love? W-With… me? In love with me?!” Y/N’s mind was spinning by now and it looked like this was her mid-life crisis. “He’s not… he can’t be… no… no… No! I have to go, Clarisse!”

Clarisse watched as Y/N sprinted off with the speed of a lightning bolt. “Haha. It’s so fun messing with them.”

“Hey, Clarisse. What’d you say to Y/N?” Luke immediately filled in Y/N’s spot. He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Y/N.

“I just told her how in love you are with her.” Clarisse winked and laughed at Luke’s appalled face.

“You… did what?” He questioned, panicking. “Why… why would you do that?! Clarisse! Shit!”

Luke, just like Y/N, rushed off. Clarisse smiled again. “So fun.”

Y/N hid within the comforts of her own cabin. She was supposed to teach some of the newbies archery but she was sure Clarisse could fill in for her.

“Luke… in love with me… no way.” She shook her head and deeply sighed, clutching onto her blanket. “He likes that Aphrodite girl.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Speak of the devil. Luke opened the door, grinning at her. “Sorry I’m late. I tried meditating but I ended up falling asleep.” Classic him. “I brought you some food. I gotta teach some kids sword-fighting soon but I thought I’d just leave this here.”

Luke had one leg out of the door before Y/N stopped him. “Luke, can you maybe, I don’t know… stay over tonight? Again? It feels less lonely with you.” Y/N spoke slowly, as if testing the waters.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’d be happy to keep you company. You can count on me, Sparky.”

Y/N scoffed, staring at Luke with her lips parted. “Sparky? No way are you calling me that.”

“Too bad. See ya, Sparky!” Luke managed to close the door before the pillow Y/N tossed his way hit him. She scoffed, looking around yet no words came out of her mouth.

“Sparky… Sparky?!” Y/N exclaimed in disbelief. “What sort of nickname is that?!”

Luke, who stood outside the door and heard Y/N, chuckled. He ran his tongue over his teeth, “Cute.”

A quiet knock on the door interrupted Y/N’s half-conscious nap. She stumbled to the entrance, slowly twisting the knob. “Hey.” She mumbled to Luke, who was holding an armful of snacks.

“Hey, Sparky.” He greeted her with his usual boyish smile. “Did I wake you?”

“I was just taking a small nap. You can always let yourself in, by the way.” Y/N muttered, yawning.

“I didn’t wanna be rude.” Luke replied as he stepped inside, brushing past Y/N. “Hey. I have an idea.” He suddenly said, spinning around. Y/N raised her eyebrows, gesturing him to continue. “I know you don’t like hanging out in this cabin so what do you say we check out the lake?”

“That’s breaking the rules.” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Come on, I wanna go on a walk. And I’m already breaking rules being here. A few more can’t hurt.”

Y/N wanted to say no but how could she when Luke was looking at her like that?

“Fine.” She softly agreed. Luke dropped the snacks onto Y/N’s bed before dragging her out of her cabin. She didn’t even have time to grab a jacket.

Luke placed a finger over his lips, telling Y/N to be quiet. The two carefully creeped through the words, quietly giggling as they shoved each other.

“It’s prettier at night.” Y/N whispered, staring at the lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Luke smiled, nodding his head.

“Yeah.” He replied, but he wasn’t looking at the glittering water. He was looking at Y/N. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Y/N turned her head, faltering when she saw that Luke was already gazing at her. His lips curved into a bright smile.

“So, so… beautiful.” He repeated, staring into her eyes.

“Luke.” She muttered, thickly gulping. Butterflies swirled around in her stomach. After years of pushing down her growing feelings for Luke, they were coming back.

“Y/N.” He chuckled, adjusting his stance. But he slipped and fell into the lake. Y/N gasped, staring into the murky darkness.

“Luke?” She called out. “Luke!” He resurfaced, spitting out a mouthful of water. A few moments passed before Y/N burst into laughter. She stepped forward but tripped over a stray tree root. She hit the water with a loud slap, shocking Luke. He gasped, quickly swimming over. “Sparky, you good?” Luke questioned, holding her tightly.

She coughed. “It hurt a little but I’m good. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for asking, Sparky.” He twirled a strand of Y/N’s wet hair around his finger, his gaze flickering to her lips. “Don’t kill me for this, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning forward.

His lips pressed against Y/N’s, who froze in shock. The kiss only lasted a moment before Luke pulled away, holding back the animalistic urge to do it again.

“I won’t kill you… if you don’t kill me.” Y/N quietly responded, grabbing Luke by the front of his shirt and tugging him forward.

The second kiss was less controlled, more wild. Luke held Y/N tightly, scared she would slip away if he lowered his guard. In this moment, Luke didn’t care about his drenched t-shirt or his soaking hair. All he cared about, and had cared about for the last few years, was the girl in front of him

“You kissed?!” Clarisse screamed, tugging on the ends of her curled hair.

“Hey! I don’t want everybody to know!” Y/N hurriedly shushed the girl. They were hanging around in the arena for some extra sword training and Y/N clumsily mentioned last night.

“Okay, but seriously. Reel back. You guys kissed? Not once, but twice? Oh, man, Y/N. You are so whipped for Luke!”

“I am not! Besides,” Y/N fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, “I heard one of the new Aphrodite girls is interested in Luke.”

“What? And you’re just gonna let her have him? You’ve been crushing on Luke since you first saw him.”

“I wouldn’t call it that! It was admiration.” Y/N quickly snapped to defend herself. Clarisse mockingly raised an eyebrow.

“You couldn’t stop gushing over how he pushed you out of harm’s way when you got claimed.” The Ares kid pointed out.

Y/N huffed. “I mean, I’m a feminist, obviously. But… I wouldn’t really mind him saving me. I’m not entirely opposed… to the idea. I’m just torn, okay?!”

“What are you confused about? Luke obliviously has the hots for you too.”

“Luke and I have been good friends for ages! I’ve known him for ages too! If we start dating and it goes up in flames… I don’t only lose a partner but I also lose a friend! There’s so many factors to consider. So many things that could go wrong.”

“You already kissed. Sooner or later, he’s gonna confront you.” Clarisse’s eyes flickered to a figure behind Y/N, “And looks like he chose now. You wanna talk to him or do you want me to make a distraction?”

“Distraction, please. I’m not ready. I need to understand my own feelings before dealing with his.” Y/N practically begged Clarisse. Being such a good friend, the daughter of Ares nodded.

“I got your back, girl.” She walked past Y/N, blocking Luke’s path. “Yo, Luke, you interested in having a little spar?”

“Uh, actually, I need to talk to Y/N.” Luke uttered, glancing over at the H/C-haired girl.

“Y/N needs to check on someone. One of the Ares kids got badly injured. You go ahead, Y/N. I’ll be with you soon.” Clarisse waved her off. Y/N silently hurried off, avoiding all eye contact with Luke.

She wasn’t ready to face him just yet. I mean, what do you say to a friend you kissed? More like made out with. And passionately, might I add. Beside a lake at night.

Y/N knew Luke would go looking for her an hour before curfew, so that’s exactly why she sought refuge in the Ares cabin.

“This feels stupid.” She murmured as she rolled under one of the bed, shooing the dust away.

“He’s obviously going to try and ask Clarisse about your whereabouts. You only have to hide under there until he leaves.” Erin, a girl who was a year younger than Y/N, spoke. As predicted, Luke knocked at the door.

“Hey.” He said when Erin swung it open. “Is Y/N or Clarisse here? I need to talk to ether of them but Y/N would be preferred.”

Erin shook her head. “No. Clarisse is showering right now. Maybe check Apollo’s cabin for Y/N. She might be helping out with the injured. She does that sometimes.”

The second Luke disappeared, Y/N crawled out from under the bed. She combed away the dust in her hair. “I know what you’re thinking.” She grumbled, looking up at Erin. “Why am I going through all this trouble? It’s complicated. I’m not ready to face him… yet.”

Erin hummed as she stepped towards Y/N. “None of us will be helpful with advice but if you really want help, visit the Aphrodite cabin.”

That’s how Y/N found herself standing on a porch decorated with pink and hearts and shining pearls. She sighed to herself before she hesitatingly knocked. A short blond girl answered the door immediately.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” She said while Y/N stared at her in discomfort. “Not in a creepy way, though. I swear. We knew you’d need help with you-know-who so we kind of planned it already. Come in.”

The girl warmly guided Y/N inside, beaming. “Our head counsellor isn’t here at the moment but Mai should be plenty of help!” The blond girl pointed over to a brunette who sat on her bed, reading a book. She was dressed in black shorts and a pink crop top. But when Mai looked up, Y/N was sure she was judging her.

“On second thought,” Y/N nervously said, “Maybe I should come back another time. Maybe in the afternoon?”

“The time you come doesn’t matter.” Mai piped up, closing her book. She gazed at Y/N curiously. “You’re afraid of expressing your feelings, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know this was a therapy session.” Y/N lightly joked.

“Y/N, it’s obvious to everybody that you harbour some feelings towards Luke.” Mai said, pressing her pink-tinted lips into a thin line. “You guys are like the dynamic duo. I understand that dating someone who’s also a friend is scary but sometimes you’ve got to take the risk.”

“If you’re scared about going back to your cabin and running into Luke, you can crash here for the night.” The blonde girl from before offered. Nobody else seemed to have any problems with that so Y/N agreed.

She ended up on the bunk next to Mai, her unlicensed love therapist. Y/N tossed and turned but she still couldn’t fall asleep. She quietly groaned, rubbing her eyes.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Mai piped up, pursing her lips.

“No. I can’t help but worry.”

“Let me ask you one question, Y/N. Do you like him?”

“Luke?”

“I didn’t say a name.”

Y/N groaned again. “Fine. You got me. Yes. I guess I like him. I like his smile and how he’s always giving me food and how he barges in when I’m feeling lonely. I think his curled hair is adorable and there’s no other guy better-looking than him to me. But… I’m scared that I just like his platonically. Or what if we do date and I end up losing him?”

Mai smiled. “Don’t stress over it too much. You’re the daughter of Zeus, after all.”

“Yeah, thanks. Good night, Mai.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Luke approached Y/N the next day at breakfast. He let out a subtle sigh of relief when she didn’t run away. “Hey,” He whispered to her, tapping her shoulder and interrupting her conversation with Erin and Clarisse. “Can we talk? Alone?”

“Uh, yeah.” Y/N exchanged looks with both of the girls, who nodded and mouthed good luck. “What did you want to talk about?” Y/N asked when they were in the safety of her cabin and away from all the prying eyes. She played with the hem of her bright orange shirt.

“Forgive me for how blunt I’m going to be but what are we, Y/N?” Luke asked, not beating around the bush.

“We’re friends.” Y/N choked out, her conversation with Mai last night going down the drain. Perhaps it was selfish but a part of her wanted to remain friends because at least that way, neither of them would get hurt.

“No.” Luke wildly shook his head, “Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t spend the night in the other’s cabin. Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t sneak out in the middle of the night to go to a lake and end up making out! And now you’re ignoring me!”

His voice increased in volume the more he spoke.

“That was a mistake, Luke! I-I didn’t meant to! It just happened! I’m not ignoring you! What makes you think that?!”

“Well, what am I supposed to think, Y/N? You’re always running off and our conversations are up and down now. Sometimes we don’t talk for days! Sometimes you seem obsessed with me! I don’t know what to think!”

“That’s rich, coming from you!” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “If you’re not with Chris then you’re with that Aphrodite girl! You practically ignore me when you’re with her!” Y/N harshly poked his chest.

“I do not! And back to the previous conversation, was it really a mistake? Was hugging me a mistake? Was staring so adoringly at me a mistake? Was kissing me a mistake?! Maybe it was a mistake to you, but it wasn’t to me.” Luke caressed her face, holding it tightly. “Kissing you… will never be a mistake to me. Never, ever.”

Y/N gulped, practically shaking in Luke’s embrace. His lips lightly brushed her’s and she flinched.

“Sparky- Princess- Y/N,” He finally decided on what to call her in the heated moment. “I have feelings for you. And I have for a long time. So if you don’t like me back… just tell me. Because I can’t spend the rest of my life chasing after you. I get that you might be in denial but once I walk through those doors, I’m giving up.”

“Luke…”

“Do you like me or not?”

“Luke… please…” Y/N didn’t really know what she was begging for. Tears welled up in her eyes as he took a small step towards the door.

“Do you like me or not?” He repeated in a firmer tone.

Y/N silently stared at the ground, her hands clenched into fists.

“I guess I was wrong about you returning my feelings… I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll leave now.”

Y/N’s body moved on its own as she reached out to grab his arm and harshly pull him back. Her voice was supposed to be gentle but hanging out with Clarisse seemed to have an impact on her.

“Of course I like you, Luke! How could I not? But I’m afraid and confused and I don’t know what to do. I see the way other girls look at you. They like you. And I’m scared that I don’t stand a chance against them. And what if we mess up, Luke? If we date then break up, we won’t be able to be friends again. I can’t handle that!”

“I don’t think I can be just friends with you right now, Y/N.” Luke softly replied, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pressing a light kiss to it. Y/N stared at him with flushed cheeks. “I don’t care about any of those other girls. The only person I care about is you. We don’t have to rush into a relationship but I just need to hear you say that you like me. That’s all I need for now. Can you do that for me?”

Y/N shakily inhaled. “I…” She hesitated. “I like you, Luke.”

Luke pulled her into a hug, smiling as he inhaled the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume. “That’s all I needed to hear, Sparky.”

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

Selkies got back on my mind *cries*

*writes a compulsive oneshot*

I hate this drawing the more I look at it, but it’s the first drawing for the AU, so we all get to suffer.

IT WAS A TEST RUN, I’M SORRY!

I was conflicted on whether they should be traditional selkies or seal-mermaid esc. But I did a compromise where their more human appearance is seal-fied. So, win-win.

Uzi’s design is just a standard seal…a harbor seal. She also gets a cute braid!

Again, first drawing of the AU. I had no direction, so I apologize for the eye bleed. I am proud of the seal skin though—

Their designs are based on Leopard Seals.

I’m also oddly proud of how I drew J. Which is funny considering I don’t like her very much (no hate to people who like her, she’s just insufferable to me, personally).

Not suggestive, but might come across as suggestive:

I accidentally made furries, god damnit! /j

So, basic plot I have so far: Uzi becomes a selkie after drowning in the ocean and gets a second chance at life. But she ends up getting into some shenanigans.

I have a few ideas that need polishing, but I think it’ll be fun. I’ll probably draw more as more ideas get fleshed out. Likely will crash and burn, but we’ll see.

Totally not ready for Friday.

[fruitybashir]

very interested in hearing more about sad wank kris. anything you'd like to share

lmaoooo youre not alone

well uh. this doesnt have a lot to it yet. basically kris is in love with bojan, has been for a good while now, but bojan doesnt feel the same (kris also never told him) and also maybe bojan is with someone else? i was thinking this could be set during esc, on the nordic tour, or ruisrock, anywhere where bojan might have ditched the band to go hang out with jere. he doesnt necessarily have to have a thing with him but maybe kris thinks he does and hes sad about it.

anyway as the title not so subtly suggests, kris jerks off, probably in their shared hotel room except bojans bed is empty bc hes with jere. kris doesnt want to think about bojan while he gets himself off but unfortunately hes in love with the guy and pining 24/7 so his mind still goes there and he cant resist dipping a little into the "i wonder what it would feel like if i could do this with him" and yeah. not the happiest orgasm hes ever had lol.

its definitely not a happy oneshot so idk if i can pull that off bc you know me and my need for happy endings lol

[artartblueyy]

yeehaw:3!!

DOING A WESTERN ONESHOT IN A FEW HOURS IM SO EXCITED

valerious; a firbolg cleric that’s a rootin tootin cowboy tooter

well. his actual name is emmet. he’s a multiverse-timeline traveller that causes him to change form whenever he travels.

he also has a run on joke where he’s actually tall, but every form of his makes him short. i can post his first form when he was a candy land esc haregon named valentine if yall want :3b

OH AND IF HE HAD A THEME IT’D BE THIS!!

[onetruechromosome]

I guess the Entrapdak following is a middle-esc when it comes to fanfiction engagement. Definitly more active on AO3 and Star Wars or Transformers fans, those fics I've written get like 1 hit a month.

I've written 4 Entrapdak fics so far. The one random Christmas oneshot I wrote in a 2 nights blew up over the season, though the angsty one I did about Entrapta being trapped on Beast Island hasn't gotten many hits. Then the other random one I did about Hordak judging a sausage roll has been going strong, and then the one I've been continuously writing has been slowly gaining.

It strange how the random one off ones seem to be the ones that everyone reads and the ones I put more thought into get less.

Though I suppose that's the luck of the website.

[artheresy]

List of fics I have planned and need to actually write bc I want to but have no motivation:

- The Yingxing lifespan fic, which is so heavily planned. I have multiple characterization guidelines for myself, multiple events I want to happen in the fic all planned out, the amount of tabs I have for it is a lil embarrassing since I need to just sit down and finally write it. Like the way this has been simmering in my brain... I just hope it'll actually be enjoyable for y'all when I start posting it

- Fic surrounding that oc planet idea I had with the stellaron that has caused a disease to spread that is similar to Hanahaki except guess what, it has more causes, more aggravators, and you don't solely just cough up petals, the petals come from how it makes planets grow all within you until it turns you into a planet from the inside out. So yeah hanahaki esc elements in its ties to emotions and love + slow and painful transflormation? (I have so many thoughts and ocs for this already I can't even. Like I need to find time to ramble about this)

- To go with the Yingxing lifespan fic, a shorter fic, probably a oneshot, covering his time right after the Borisin attacked to a little before Huaiyan finds him :) very.. very painful just as a warning

- A fic version taking all of the ideas I have from my "How I Would Write Jingliu's Companion Quest" draft (that I need to finally finish and pos) and actually y'know writing it all out

- Literally any kind of fic where I can just project all of my chronic pain struggles onto Blade because I still haven’t been able to meet with a rheumatologist yet

- I cope with all the angst I have taking up most of my brain, some kind of fluffy Blade fic

- It takes up a very small corner of my brain but I do want to write some kind if Guinaifen fic, perhaps surrounding her as a child or maybe another transition through life. Maybe if I feel like being upbeat with my plots, it'll end up being a Gui + Sushang fic. We'll see

I need to just like sit down and actually write these, because oh my god the way it's eating at my brain

[qaze]

I have approximately 20 original characters that I am beyond abnormal about and I sit here. Not knowing how to talk about them to anyone because they’re such complex characters, like I’d literally have to take like 20 minutes to explain the premise of their character before being able to say anything else about them. Like- one character has a 650+ word google doc for their intro. Another character has a 1,135 word backstory that isn’t even complete. And multiple of them have oneshots, poetry-esc writings, cosplays I’ve done, etc. and I just. DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM. IM SO ABNORMAL ABOUT MY OWN CREATIONS.

[samyelbanette]

In May 2021, I saw some random shitpost saying “Finland’s Eurovision act is giving the emo kids everything they want.”

Being an MCR stan at the time, I was like hm? well, I’m an emo kid. let’s see what this is about.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I could watch the recording of the Semifinal, legally, on Peacock. I had watched ESC once before, in 2016. But for years after that, there was no way to watch the contest in my country (at least, not without a special cable television package that I obviously didn’t have 😭). It’s never been a popular show in the United States. But.

I saw Blind Channel perform Dark Side and I immediately thought omg, they sound just like Linkin Park. I tend to think of LP as a nu-metal band, and not an emo one. But I went through a huge LP phase back in high school, so ofc I loved the song.

I demanded that my friend (who, like most Americans, had never heard of ESC up until that point) come over and watch the Grand Final with me. He went out and ordered a copy of Violent Pop the next day.

….Ironically, it took me longer to get into BC. Like. The day after ESC ended, I watched the Died Enough For You MV on YouTube, and I thought it was great. But my mind was (hyper)focused on someone else.

Måneskin won ESC 2021, and I developed an immediate special interest in them (along with a huge crush on Damiano lol). This house was in a Teatro D’Ira lockdown. I had no interest in listening to anything else but that - and Il Bello Della Vita - on repeat. I watched all the interviews and obsessively worked on a Damiano/Reader fanfic.

But then in August, something happened. My laser focus on Må began to fade. Balboa was released as a single. BC performed at Allas Sea Pool. And suddenly I was reading Niko/Joonas fics every day.

My one-track mind had switched to a different track. And there was no going back.

In October 2021, I wrote Flufftober With Blind Channel (a huge reader-insert oneshot collection). As of rn, that’s still my #1 most kudos-d fic on AO3. 😅 And then in December, I wrote my first Joeleksi fic, as part of a holiday gift exchange.

I watched Blind Channel perform on Finnish television for New Year’s Eve. And when February came, I watched them perform again at UMK 2022. I cheered for The Rasmus when they won the competition, but they never stole my heart. BC still owned it.

On March 3rd, 2022, I finally saw BC live for the first time. It was in Warrendale, Pennsylvania, on Day 1 of their tour with From Ashes To New. Their first performance on American soil.

And then on April 11th, 2022, I saw them again, at their headline show in New York City. I had the honor of meeting one of my fellow fanfic writers, pastlink! And then I met Niko and Joel after the show. 😍

It was one of the best days of my life.

Time continued to pass. ESC 2022 came and went. Kalush Orchestra were…fine. They deserved to win, but they didn’t stay on my mind after the credits rolled. Not like BC did.

LOTSAD dropped in July 2022, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be.

In October 2022, I wrote Flufftober With Blind Channel 2, this time focusing on M/M relationships.

On November 18th, 2022, I saw Måneskin live for the first time (ironic, given that I loved them first). It was at this show that I had the honor of meeting another BC writer, lnights, in person. 🖤

Then, in December 2022, I moderated my first ever fandom event - BC Blood Mass. There was some controversy in the beginning, but it ended up being a huge success. I’m still so grateful to everyone who participated.

On May 13th, 2023, the ESC Grand Finals came around again. And I finally got to do something, that I hadn’t been able to do in 2021 (or 2022): vote for Finland. 🇫🇮

On May 16th, 2023, I saw BC live for the third time, when they returned to the US and opened for Lacuna Coil. This time, I got a picture with Joel, Joonas, Olli, and Aleksi. It ended up on Joel’s Instagram story, and when I checked my notifications the next day, I got emotional.

Dozens of people from Finland and Germany and other places around the world, who I would’ve never encountered without this silly band, were saying:

Look. That’s Kelley. We know her. She’s our friend.

….And now it’s September. Goddamn. I’ve been in this fandom for two years now. I’ve written thirty-four BC fics. And I’ve made so many amazing friends. There have been many times where y’all have been kinder to me than my own family. I’m so happy to have gotten to know all of y’all.

…And there’s still more to come!!!

BC Blood Mass is coming back for December 2023. BC’s fifth album is going to drop sometime in 2024.

I can’t wait to see where this Wolfpack takes me next. 🐺🇫🇮🖤

[stride-here]

Alright here me out.

A shazam/captain marvel rpg oneshot.

Ok so this idea was based on a post I saw which was Billy trying to explain his powers in dnd terms which got me thinking about how fun it would be to play a Shazam based dnd esc game.

I have a few ideas for how I’d write the storyline but no idea on the stats or game system I would use.

—Stats n stuff—

I was thinking about how maybe stats of the gods could possibly line up with character stat sheets. Yknow how each shazamily family member has a specific god power associated with them? Like how Darla is speed and Pedro is strength, etc. Those could align with dexterity and strength stats or something. Im sure there are probably some better ways to execute that but you get the idea.

Of course this would be completely dependent on the game I’m using. I was thinking just using dnd 5e (I think thats the regular dnd but Im not sure anymore) or Masks which was made for superhero rpg. However Im scared of using dnd since it can be pretty rule heavy and not very flexible. Masks was made specifically for superhero rpgs but it also costs quite a bit of money. If anyone has any ideas for what I should use I beg you comment them.

—Story—

The story will mostly just be me stealing ideas and lore from various different versions of Shazam, however mainly stealing from the 90’s, The Power of Shazam!, The Golden Age Comics/Whiz Comic, and The New Champion of Shazam series.

This is because these stories mainly just focus on Billy, Mary, and Freddy which I think would be easier to incorporate into the plot rather than having to juggle all 6 shazamily members at once (also it’d be hell to voice act/play as all of them as the gm)

I also don’t want my players to be forced to play preexisting characters (the shazamily or other DC heroes) so that they don’t feel like they have to fit into their roles yknow? And obviously so they just generally have more freedom with character design. So they will all play completely new characters of their liking.

The players will all play child/teen/possibly young adult characters who either a.) have no idea who each other are. Or b.) are in a foster home together already. The latter is probably the better option though because then there’ll be no need for a “you all are in a tavern…” type opening.

Later on they all get teleported to the Rock of Eternity and are told that the wizard is desperate and need them to help stop his last champion (who they probably will assume is Black Adam but is actually the end boss which I reveal later in this post)

They will all get the Shazam powers however I’ll randomize which specific one each of them get (like one of them is like Darla with superspeed or another is like eugene with his stronger lighting). They aren’t as strong as the other champion though because they all share the power like in the Power of Shazam and The New Champion of Shazam. This is honestly just applied so my players aren’t absolutely stacked though and for plot sake.

Also the Wizard dies since he had given the very last bit of his powers to the players. Also the wizard dies in like half the canon stories anyways so there’s that.

Some fight ensues soon after they get their powers mostly so the players can get a handle of their abilities and so suddenly Mary can show and help them defeat the opponent.

This leads to the introduction of Mary who is probably shocked to see new champions. As it turns out Billy/Cap has gone missing alongside Freddy/Cap Jr and she needs the players help to find them.

As for the middle section of the plot…Im still thinking about it. I know there will be some magical mythological creatures to fight though! And maybe I’ll take my players to Hell just for fun since Billy has a weird habit of going there in the comics.

As for the big bad guy final boss…Its Billy! Er I guess I should say Captain Marvel. However he is under the control of Mr. Mind, who wants to take over the world as per usual. However he realizes that Captain Marvel is sharing power with the players alongside Mary and Freddy. This leads him to attempt the kill them all as a way to regain Captain Marvels to his full power and therefore being way more adapt for taking over the world. So far he has managed to capture Freddy and is what he used to lure them into battle in the first place.

Fighting alongside him is Tawny. This version of Tawny is basically just a very large tiger imbued with magic and with the power to talk rather than being anthropomorphic. Tawny in this universe also acts more like a familiar to Cap and is summoned through his magic. However since Cap is under the control of Mr. Mind, the magic he uses to summon him is also under the control if that makes sense.

The players fight cap and depending how they do in battle will be able to free Cap. Or not. Haven’t planned the bad ending out out yet.

——

Thats all I have so far, man I didn’t realize how long this had gotten…

If anyone has any ideas for the plot and especially how I should execute this oneshot I BEG you comment them.

Lastly if you read all of this thanks for listening to my rambling, it felt nice to get the idea out.

Have a great day! ❤️

[raayllum]

I personally ADORED your snippet of your sir sparklepuff fic it gave me all the Frankenstein’s creature vibes and that is to say, sad, heartbreakingly adorable, and philosophical to an almost comedic degree.

Like honestly, why shouldn’t Sir Sparklepuff get his Frankenstein-esc “from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and, more than all, against him who had formed me” corruption arc?? He deserves it.

sir sparklepuff oneshot is actually going to have a frankenstein quote at the end but is far more inspired by "the two headed calf" poem by Laura Gilpin (from which i poached the title as well)

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum. But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

and thank you!! i do write and post things with the expectation that at least a few people will enjoy it even if i'm often surprised at how much or how many people enjoy a thing i do/make, which is always lovely! like i've been online / in fandom for... close to 13 years now? so people loving what i make is like, yeah! of course <3 (that said thank you as always for your kind words)

it's just rare/weird when people get upsetti spaghetti about it, tho. like i've had stuff that's not to my taste in fandom before but i 1) tag properly about it & generally keep it out of main tags and 2) even if i think something breaks narrative or whatever (which is usually why something doesn't float my boat) that doesn't mean other people are bad/dumb for liking it, fanon can be great? it just all doesn't gotta be canon and that's okay, like any proposed theory and/or ship, y'know?

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I posted 8,939 times in 2022

That's 467 more posts than 2021!

136 posts created (2%)

8,803 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 655 of my posts in 2022

#eurovision - 21 posts

#esc 2022 - 19 posts

#eurovision 2022 - 18 posts

#esc - 16 posts

#ask - 14 posts

#signal boost - 14 posts

#marvel - 13 posts

#escita - 13 posts

#queer - 12 posts

#eurovision song contest - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#some people just should not be allowed to be teachers and it sucks that we don’t catch them til a kid is so harmed by them they get reported

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Tommy's Smile | m! reader

Date: 06.10.2022

Pairing:  Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 2.120

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Harry Fenton

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, mention of war, mention of injury (nothing descriptive)

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Polly knows you and Tommy have been in love with each other for years, so she decides to take matters into her hands.

A/N: It's my first time writing for Peaky Blinders and with a male reader. I’m sorry for the requests still waiting in my inbox, my inspiration is all over the place.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

IF YOU LIKE MY WORKS, PLEASE REBLOG THEM

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Ao3

[ID: a gif of Tommy Shelby smiling. End ID]

After the war, everything had changed. The men that had come back weren't the ones that had left. They were haunted by nightmares; they drank a lot more and smiled a lot less, especially Tommy. He used to smile all the times, so bright every room would light up. Now, however, he rarely ever did. At first, Polly had even thought he wasn't smiling at all, but then she started noticing. The first time it happened was just after she had scolded him in his office. As she was leaving, you walked in and greeted her. She had almost missed the childish, amused smiles you and his nephew had exchanged then, so similar to those you used to share back when you were fifteen and you had managed to do something mischievous. From then on, she kept a close eye on the two of you, but you were too lost in each other to notice.

You had grown together. You would always play together and were joined at the hip since you were little kids. You were like a son to Polly. She and your mother used to joke about the fact that if they called one of you, both of you would appear. Polly was convinced you were two bodies sharing one soul. She was sure of it when you started to fall for each other without even knowing. You were young back then, and she thought you would have time to get your shit together and admit your love to the other, so she didn't say anything.

When Tommy announced his intention to volunteer for the war, she had looked at you, expecting you to join him, and you were already standing, looking at Tommy.

"I'm coming too," you had said, when what you really wanted to say was "I'm coming with you, I'll follow you anywhere, Tommy." The two of you had been so lost in each other's eyes that Polly was sure you didn't even hear when John and Arthur said they would come too. She had prayed for all of you that night and every night and day until the day you came back.

The day you had left, while the women and little Finn hugged the Shelby brothers, Polly had taken you to the side at the train station to ask you to take care of Tommy, and taking care of him you did.

In France, you didn't let anyone come between you. A month in and every officer knew you two weren't to be separated. You would make sure Tommy was eating and would share cigarette after cigarette with him when he couldn't sleep. You still gave him reasons to smile. And you saved his life.

You were shoving him out of the way before even realizing what was happening. You didn't die that day in Tommy's arms, but it did change your life. As you were hit by the bullet aimed at Tommy, he was hit with the realization that life was too short to spend the entirety of it trying to ignore his feelings for you.

He didn't listen to any of the people who told him he couldn't stay by your side the whole time you spent in the hospital. He was finally left alone when John and Arthur convinced one of the officers that he would be of no use on the field if you weren't there by his side.

When you woke up in the middle of the night after the surgery, Tommy was there. And hidden by the dark, he kissed you for the first time.

Keeping your relationship hidden when living in such close quarters with so many people hadn't been easy. Coming home had meant you could finally kiss and hug and fuck. Nobody knew about your relationship, but you didn't mind and you understood why Tommy didn't want anyone to know. You respected that but dreaded the day people would start to get suspicious and he would have to marry some girl to avoid the rumours.

You had no idea someone suspected of your relationship, but Polly noticed it all: smiles, fleeting touches, glances, winks. She never thought she would see his nephew wink or you blush like that. You were Tommy's smile. You clearly made him happy. So she was having a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that her nephew had yet to make a move on you. It seemed like her intervention was needed.

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255 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

If Foggy Nelson has 10,000 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 1000 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 100 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 10 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 1 fan, I am that fan. If he has 0 fans, I am dead.

285 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#3

This man, who has been teaching about science and nature in Italian television for decades and has been an institution for us, has died today and I can't tell you how sad I am about it.

286 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#2

Foggy telling Karen Matt has a drinking problem to cover up for his superhero night job has the same vibes as Gaius telling Arthur Merlin is in the tavern to cover up for his magic, and I love it.

504 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Izzy: Welcome to the “Fuck Stede Club” where we say fuck you to Stede Fucking Bonnet

Calico Jack: Before we start, does our newest member want to say anything?

Ed: I... uhm... may have misunderstood the purpose of this club.

1,939 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

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[mavdrones]

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[youjustwaitsunshine]

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[pacinothot]

Meeting the parents

Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x fem!Reader

Warnings: A few cuss words. 

Word count: 1k

A/N: Requested by @daddydamiano​ :  Hey! I have a request, if you feel comfortable writing it ☺️ i'd love to read something where Victoria and the reader are super in love with each other and secretly dating and then Victoria gets really nervous when the reader talks about taking Vic to meet the reader's parents because she doesn't want to cause a bad impression! 🥺  This is my first Måneskin fic and the first fic I’ve written in a while, so please be kind, thx. Kisses xx 

It was a bright, sunny afternoon, as Vic and you walked hand in hand towards your parents’ house. Her hand was clammy in yours, her eyes wide. She was nervous. Not in the way she was nervous before a gig, no, this was different. Meeting your parents for the first time gave her worse anxiety than stage fright. 

Vic and you had been dating in secret for a little over six months by now - only your parents and the band knew about it - but her busy schedule had delayed her meeting your parents significantly. Not that they, or you, minded. You’d told your parents about her band, they’d even watched them perform on TV a couple of times. They utterly adored Vic. You’d told her as much, but her anxiety just wouldn’t ease. 

Now that you were standing in front of your childhood home, you could feel her fear radiating off her small frame. You squeezed her hand, rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. 

“What if they hate me,” she asked, her rough voice low and shaky. “What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you?” 

You turned towards her, placing her sweet, angelic face between your hands. She looked so distraught, so worried, it broke your heart into a million little pieces. 

“Listen, amore, you are more than good enough for me, alright? I love you so fucking much. Nothing else matters.” 

She nodded, smiling, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. You gently wiped them away with the pads of your thumbs, before placing a sweet kiss to her soft lips. 

“If you really don’t want to go in, then we can go back home and I’ll call my parents to call the dinner off,” you offered softly. 

“No.” Vic shook her head. “No, I’m just being silly. I do want to meet your parents.” 

“You just want to hear all the embarrassing stories of me as a kid,” you teased, smiling at her. 

Vic rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide the growing smile on her face. 

“You good to go?” 

“Yeah,” she nodded, “and thank you for calming me down, I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“Die of misery, probably.” 

She giggled as the two of you walked up the steps to the front door, her hand back in yours. 

Before you even had the chance to ring the doorbell, your mother had already opened the door. She opened up her arms and pulled Vic in for a strong, warm hug. 

“Oh Vic, it’s so good to finally meet you,” she announced. “You’re even prettier in real life. Y/N, love, you’ve got great taste in women.” 

Vic was overwhelmed for a second, before she hugged your mother back. When your mother finally let go of her, the anxious tension in her body had disappeared. Your mother took her by the shoulders and kissed both her cheeks, then turned to you. 

“Look at you, my darling girl, you’re glowing,” she said, as she wrapped you in her arms. 

“Thank you mum.” You mumbled against her neck, smiling. 

She pulled away, smiling at you, then ordered the two of you to take your shoes off and follow her into the dining room, where your dad was currently lighting up the candles on the dinner table. 

“Babe, the girls are here!”, your mother exclaimed.

He turned around, a huge grin on his face. 

“Victoria, I’m so glad we get to meet you, Y/N’s been talking about you constantly.” 

You felt heat crawl up your neck towards your cheeks, and Vic giggled. 

“Has she now?” She said, her rough voice full of mirth. “And I’m so glad to finally meet you too. I was really nervous about it.”

“Did Y/N not tell you that we absolutely adore you?” Your mother asked, eyeing you with suspicion. 

“No, no, she did, but meeting your girlfriend’s parents is always nerve wracking,” Vic diffused the situation, before your mother had a chance to lecture you. 

 “Well, alright then,” your mother conceded, “now make yourselves comfortable, dinner is almost ready.”

The rest of the evening went smoothly, just as you’d predicted. Victoria fit right in - your parents truly adored her, probably even more than you. Watching Vic overcome her anxiety and be totally comfortable around your family was so beautiful and reaffirming that it made your heart flutter in your chest. 

There was not a dull moment at the dinner table; each and every person at that table was chaotic good personified. So when your parents decided to play some of their old records, Vic felt free to laugh and dance like the total dork she is. 

When it was time to leave, your mother sent you home with a tonne of leftovers and a reminder to come back for dinner soon. After a round of hugging, goodbyeing and cheek kissing, your parents let you go, and watched after you. 

Vic and you walked down the street, leftovers in your right hand, Vic’s hand in your left, perfectly fitting in yours. 

“See, I told you they adored you.” You said, just as you walked by a street light. 

“Shut up,” Vic grumbled. 

“Make me,” you teased.

So Vic did what she did best. She pushed you against the streetlight, one hand coming up to your neck, the other grabbing onto your hips, hard. Her face hovering mere centimeters from yours, her lips slightly parted, fringe falling into her eyes. 

Then she kissed you. Your insides felt as if you were riding a rollercoaster - mushy and warm and tingly, a feeling you cherished, because no one but Victoria could bring it on in you. With your free arm, you pulled her against you, grinding yourself against her thigh, your cunt feeling like molten lava. 

“Let’s continue this at home, shall we?” She said, as she pulled away.

You groaned in frustration, but felt yourself grow hot with anticipation. You wouldn’t be leaving your bed anytime soon, that much was certain. 

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