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make or not the bracelet! | percy jackson
ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: none! ღ wc: 700 pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6 - pt 7
“Not a chance” he said once more, tidying up the chaos that was his cabin. She was right on his heels, her lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. Each time he managed to tidy up a spot, she undid his efforts.
“Please, I'm begging you!” In a few short days, they would be at his house. Meeting your best friend’s mom might not sound like a big deal, but she was terrified. Her solution? Making bracelets as a gift for Sally! “She’s going to love them!”
As he folded a t-shirt again, he responded, “Sure, but what’s the point? We can just buy her some.” He understood the difference when a cushion slammed into his head. He returned the gesture with the folded t-shirt. “Why does it matter so much? She’s literally my mom, we don’t need to bring her anything.”
“But, you know…” her voice trembled, giving her away. Seeing how she raised her hand and nervously bit her nails, he understood everything.
“No way you are nervous” He approached her, gently holding her wrist in his hand. He searched her eyes for a response, but her gaze was fixed on the floor. “It’s just my mom.”
He understood that she was intimidated by meeting new people, but his mom? Oh, his mom would love her! Percy had been talking with Sally about her nonstop for weeks, and he couldn’t recall a single bad thing being mentioned; he couldn't remember having any bad thoughts about her at all.
He mentally jotted down a reminder to discuss this later, but for now, he wanted to calm her down. “I know how you’re feeling, but I promise she’ll adore you. And I’m not saying this just because she’s my mom; she’s the kindest woman in the world –she literally likes Annabeth, so you can believe me–. You’ll love her, and she’ll love you too, okay?”
She finally looked up to find his eyes. Her eyebrows were knitted together with concern, and he brushed his finger between them to erase the crease. She smiled at his gesture and nodded.
He pulled a silly face and vigorously shook his head. “Mhm, no, I need to hear you say it.”
“Okay, Perseus Jackson.” Grabbing a random book from the bed and using it as a fan, she replied to him. “Is that enough, or do I need to send you a formal notice, nice gentleman?”
“That would be perfect, thank you ma’am” He bowed in a way that made laughter impossible to resist. In silence, they sat down, sharing an unspoken agreement that the mess could wait until later.
The cabin fell silent, and memories from the previous day flooded his mind. Just as he was about to say something, she spoke up.
“But hold on, can we make the bracelet?”
“Nop.”
“How the hell do you tie this shit?” Percy was biting his tongue so intensely that she almost told him to stop. For someone who had refused for hours, he seemed overly invested in the task.
They were sitting on the beach, and everything felt very relaxing. Well, except for him. He was not relaxing at all.
“I thought you didn’t want to do this?” she remarked, glancing at her own bracelet. Suddenly, a hand hit her arm, nearly making her drop everything. “Hey!”
“I'm making it because you made me!” she shot him an offended look as he struggled to hide a smile. He really didn’t want to make one, but since his friend did, his fingers would have to suffer a little longer.
Without thinking, she launched herself at him. The force of their movement was too much; the delicate strings tore apart, sending beads and threads scattering across the sand.
“My bracelet!” Percy shouted as she stood up, slowly backing away. He jumped to his feet and dashed after her, who was already trying to escape. “I’m going to kill you!”
They didn’t care that other campers could hear their laughter, and they didn't mind that their clothes were now covered in sand. The nymphs in the water watched with delight as they fell to the ground, launching into a lively tickle fight that echoed with screams and joy.
Oh, the gossip in the ocean was only getting better and better.
hi! i don't know, i might delete it and re-write it because i like the idea but not the result. i want to sleep so bad but i have insomnia :( anyways! i have no idea how to put those pretty divider but i did my best! ALSOO tell me what you wanna seeee! some fights, more fluff, comfort, anything! AND I SWAR i'm gonna make them kiss soon :))) love u all <3333
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i'm listening, ready to learn (prof!a. turner x reader)
smut.
warnings: prof!al x reader (yes this is influenced by the recents), age gap, piv, dom-ish al, oral (f!receiving)
word count: 2.6k
took me a while but im back!! hi :)
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"it's definitely not the worst i've seen."
those four words were like a knife to the heart. you put everything you had into those pictures, worked on them for weeks, refining, editing, reshoots, and that still didn't please him. you gave him everything you had to offer, and it still wasn't enough. you could cry on the spot, but his voice pulled you out of your mind's abyss.
"do you want a second chance? i mean, i think you could do much better than this, not to be too harsh."
you had to stop yourself from showing your sheer happiness, you couldn't believe this. you try your hardest to compose yourself before speaking.
"yes, please," you mutter quietly, your voice coming out almost like a squeak. he found it endearing.
he sets your portfolio on his desk and stands up, sliding it over to you with a smile before taking a sip of his coffee.
"tell me if this crosses a line, but would you like to do the shoots at my studio? i have everything you need and more there, i think it'd be very useful."
reality hits you hard. you and your professor at his studio, all alone. if you weren't already trying to conceal your emotions, you were definitely doing it now. ignoring the heat pooling between your legs, you nod, not trusting yourself to speak, afraid of what would come out of your mouth.
"alright," alex grabs a pen from his shirt pocket and jots down his phone number and studio's address on a post it note and sticks it on the top of your portfolio, "how's this friday? is 7 good for you?"
you nod again, eyes fixed on his. "'s perfect, sir."
the sun was shining perfectly, his eyes illuminating like gold. he was so, so beautiful and it took everything you had to break that eye contact and walk out of the class.
come friday, and you're already panicking. you can't find any of the things you need, your reference pictures are shit in hindsight and your roommate had accidentally broken the lens you needed for your camera. regardless, you show up to the studio twenty minutes too early with all you could carry, hoping he wouldn't hate you for your lack of equipment.
he opens the door in a red shirt, a few buttons undone. you couldn't help but picture what he'd look like with the shirt off.
"you're early, doll," he lets you into the studio and shows you where to keep your stuff. "i would've rushed a bit more when cleaning if i knew you'd be so early."
your cheeks heat up as you take in his words.
"i can always come back later?" you say, almost immediately packing your stuff back up, only for alex to stop you with a hand holding your wrist firmly in place.
"it's fine, promise. just a tad unexpected."
he gives you that classic smile and all the worry in your heart seems to melt away. he asks if you'd like some space to set up, and as much as you want to spend time with him, you know it'd be best if you focused, so you say yes. alex darts off to the other side of the room where you see him fiddling with the portfolio from your previous meeting. you tear away your focus from him and set up your camera and all you'd need for the shoot.
he shuts it abruptly, the sound making you jump, his voice instantly soothing your mind.
"did you bring any references?"
shit, you think to yourself. you hated the references you originally had, you left them at home. you had absolutely nothing.
alex tuts, setting the portfolio back down and walking to you, tapping your chin so you'd look up at him, which you do.
"i can see you gettin' in your head. you don't have to worry, we can figure this out, okay?"
"okay."
you and alex stand there for a moment, faces so close, almost close enough for you to close the gap— to kiss him, but you choose against it. alex again seems to be the one to snap out of the haze first, taking a few steps away, clearing his throat. "i, uh, have some pictures you could use as a reference."
right. the photoshoot. that's why you're here.
"you wanna go get 'em for me?" alex asks as he sits down on the chair in front of your camera. you say yes, waiting on him to tell you where to go.
"just that shelf there, the gray one."
you hold the hefty photo album in your hand and hand it to him, standing behind him, leaning in to look at the pictures.
calling them gorgeous would be an understatement. you had been passionate for photography for as long as you could remember and you had never seen pictures that had captured the human essence that beautifully.
alex points at a specific picture and looks up at you, beaming.
the photograph looked simple enough, but there was something to it, something that made it transcend normalcy, the model looked ethereal. it was in black and white, and the standout feature was the bright red lipstick mark on the model's neck, you could immediately picture alex like that, he'd look so perfect.
you try ignoring how wet just the thought of him like that makes you and as if on cue, he says your name, you look away from the picture and back at him.
"i can see the ideas in your eyes, i think we'd best get started, hm?"
you let out a shaky breath and are about to go to your camera, before you pause and turn to him.
"am i.. do i have to take the pictures of you?"
and for the first time, you see a blush grace your professor's perfect face.
"that was the plan, yeah. we can always find a different picture to replicate if you want, it's fine, i don't mind—"
"no! i mean, it's fine. i'm alright with taking the pictures of you, sir."
alex runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips, "alright, okay,". he smiles at you again, making your heart melt and you feel yourself getting soaked. "think i should change this shirt, though. what do you think, sweetheart?"
based on the look on his face, you can tell he didn't mean to let the nickname slip. you'd be lying if you said you didn't love the way how naturally it rolled off his tongue, though. his accent made the word go straight to your core.
"you can change if you'd like."
he mumbles a quiet 'yeah', and goes off into the corner of the room, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks, unaware of how your eyes are fixed onto him. he slips the shirt off and turns to you, holding two shirts in either of his hands.
"black or white?"
you eye him up and down, replying despite being completely distracted.
"white."
he puts the shirt on as he walks back to the seat, you avoid eye contact because who knows what he'd say if you kept staring.
he sits down and you look back down at the reference picture, one question filling your mind.
"sir?"
he hums in response, fixing the camera slightly.
"the lipstick mark. do i have to—"
"if you want. it's not needed, you don't have to."
the second you hear alex say you can kiss him, you grab your red lipstick and apply it, not noticing how enamored alex is. he watches on as you swipe the lipstick along your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to feel them against his, but at the same time, terrified that you don't see him the same way.
you stand in between alex's legs, one of his hands on your waist as you lean in and press your lips to the side of his neck, under his jaw. you hear his breath hitch as you pull away, the grip on your waist getting firmer.
"it doesn't look good, can i redo it?" you ask, just so you could kiss him again. alex nods and hands you his old shirt to wipe the lipstick off with. you kiss his neck again, this time with your lips parted, your teeth lightly grazing his pulse point.
alex's eyes fall shut and his mouth hangs open, a quiet groan gracing your ears. with his eyes still shut, he moves his other hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "that one good enough for you?", he asks, his hands moving to your back, wrapping around you.
"no, i think i need to kiss you again." you mutter, dipping your head even closer to his. alex doesn't hold back, this time. he leans in and kisses you, standing up and pulling away to kiss your cheek, laughing at the slight red tint he leaves.
"'m i right in assumin' my lips are red too, now?"
you nod as you tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him again, deeply, tongue and teeth clashing with no regard for anything but each other.
alex's hands slip down to your thighs, tapping on them and instinctively you jump into his grasp, letting him carry you with his hands planted firmly under your ass. he pulls away again, dipping his head to your neck, sucking, biting, licking— anything that makes you feel good. you feel how hard he is through your jeans, and you grind against him, making him moan along your collarbone.
"d'you wanna go to my room, baby?", he asks in between kisses. your mind is too overwhelmed with him to respond, so you just tug on his hair, hoping he'd take the message, which he does.
you can barely focus on where he's taking you, working on unbuttoning his shirt, not realising what alex takes with him into his room.
he lays you down on his bed, it dipping when he settles on his knees by your side, letting you unbutton his shirt. he shrugs it off, smiling at how you look at him, completely obsessed with you. he slides his hands under your shirt, waiting for you to let him know it was okay to take it off, which you do with a moan. you're grinding against his thigh now, letting him take your shirt off. while he's there, he also takes your bra off, swearing under his breath at the sight of your tits. he cups them, twisting your nipples between his fingers, watching as they harden, taking one into his mouth.
he sucks on it before pulling off with a pop, kissing all over your chest until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. he undoes the button and pulls them off slowly, along with your soaking wet panties, both joining the growing pile of clothes on his floor.
alex runs a finger through your folds and pops it into his mouth, humming as he tastes you.
your hips roll into his as you whine, "sir, i need you, please," you begged, and alex simply couldn't say no to you.
alex strips down fully in front of you, and just the sight of his cock makes you squirm. he was bigger than you'd imagined him being. trying to convince yourself that you could take him, you watch as he slides back in between your legs and places his arms on either side of your head. you can't help yourself from reaching out for his cock, stroking it and playing with the tip. his arms almost give in as he groans straight into your ear.
he moves one of his hands to pry yours away from his cock, "if you pull somethin' like that again, i'll make sure to leave you here, just like this. got it?"
the harshness in his voice makes you clench around nothing, you nod rapidly, biting your lip to keep quiet.
"good girl," alex mutters as he aligns himself with your aching hole, pushing in as slowly as possible, both of you moaning as he bottoms out. his hand goes to your clit, rubbing it in figure eights as slowly as possible as he pulls out almost completely, only to slam back in.
your hands go to his back, nails digging into his skin as he thrusts. he had a plan— he was going to take it slow, be as gentle as possible— but it all went to shit the second he saw the way your tits moved with every thrust.
he speeds up, going faster with every thrust, eyes flitting between your face and your tits. his fingers work your clit like magic and your back arches into him, tits pressing against his chest as he hits the perfect spot. you moan his name loudly, biting into his shoulder to muffle your noise. he strokes your hair softly, slowing down just a bit to kiss your cheek.
"feel good, princess?" he asks, his voice sweeter than sugar.
"so, so, so good, fuck—" you feel yourself getting closer and closer and alex can feel it too. you clench around him before you see white, the pleasure of it all taking over as you cum hard. alex fucks you through it, getting closer and closer to his peak.
just as he's about to cum, he pulls out, slightly too late. his cum spurts all over your thighs, stomach and cunt, but you're too fucked out to care.
"that was so good, love, you did so, so well for me."
he kisses your collarbone again, moving lower and lower, eventually settling with his face in between your thighs. he pushes the cum off of your stomach and thighs and into your cunt with his fingers, twisting them inside you. surprised, you tug on his hair, pulling him to look at you.
"i got you, good girl, don't worry, okay?"
you nod as alex pulls his fingers out and slides them into your mouth, making you suck them clean— which you do.
he kisses your inner thigh before finally licking a stripe up your worn pussy, making direct eye contact as he does so. his lips attach to your clit, teeth grazing against it as he flicks it with his tongue, eventually moving his thumb to do that job for him. he slides his tongue into you, tasting you as best as he can, moaning into your cunt. the vibrations drive you crazy, hips bucking into his mouth as he licks into you relentlessly.
his nose nudges your clit as you feel your peak getting closer once more, legs wrapping around his head as you cum again, letting him clean you up with his gentle kitten licks. alex looks up at you through his messy hair, laughing as you pry him away from your overstimulated cunt. he eventually gives in, moving away and kissing his way back up to your face.
the two of you sit there in silence for a while, the only sounds you hear is alex's quiet breathing as you run your hands through his hair.
"'m sorry," he mumbles against your lips. "you're my student, this isn't right, i shouldn't have—"
you press your lips against his once more, softer this time, less starved, less desperate. you kiss him as if you can see more of these kisses coming your way in the future.
"i can see you getting in your head, alex." he chuckles at the callback to what he had told you earlier, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. "i want this to work. i think if we tried, and if we're careful, it will."
alex takes a deep breath in, sitting up next to you, gently stroking your stomach as he presses another kiss to your neck.
"it better work, doll."
you feel yourself starting to drift asleep, only waking up to the feeling of alex's body leaving yours.
"what are you doing?" you ask quietly, voice too hoarse speak normally.
alex grabs what he took with him earlier, that object you couldn't quite make out, and waves it in front of your eyes. that fucking camera.
"just stay still, love," he says as he snaps a few pictures of you, smiling at the stills.
"so.. are those getting me my A?"
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Romantic and Hopeless (2/?)
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“Hey. Hope you're okay… I had an alright day today. Bit hungover from last night, but not too bad. Uhh… Freddo came over today since I was a bit upset and we went for a joyride. Blasting songs and shit— so I'm in a bit of a musical mood..!”
Sammy listened silently, laying on her side and staring out at the lab. Her gaze flickered between the cameras, almost entertaining the idea of responding before remembering Ryker was right; she didn't know how he had been listening, and for all she knew he would hear her the moment she spoke back.
His threat was still hanging in the air, swirling around in her head and conjuring all sorts of terrible fates that might fall upon her should she disobey. So, she shut her eyes and tried to shut her soulmate out instead.
“I know you usually sleep around this time so… goodnight. I-I uh… I thought you might like if I hummed a little lullaby— so I hope that helps you relax. Please be okay…”
Despite her efforts to not give in, she listened to his gentle humming, drifting off into a peaceful sleep; the first without nightmares in so long.
Why was the human insisting on making things so difficult for her? She was already in a terrible situation as it was, and now he was making it even more painful with his little offerings of love and peace. She hated it. She hated him.
So far a week had passed, and every night Sammy would be hummed to sleep. By day three she would lay awake waiting to hear his voice, only able to drift off when he was talking or singing something to her. Now as Sammy was out on Ryker's desk, getting measured as she regularly was, she finally felt bold enough to speak again.
“How did you hear us? I thought it was impossible for anyone other than soulmates to hear each other, and I know you're not my soulmate.” She sent a glare up at him for good measure, arms folded and trying to contain her shaking as the tape measure was wrapped around various parts of her body, markings of pen being made on her skin.
Ryker let out a hum of acknowledgement without looking in her direction, instead jotting down the measurements he had gathered.
“I’m not so foolish as to tell you the answer. You would find a way around it.” He responded simply. Sammy let a smirk come onto her expression, her posture becoming more casual.
“So there is a way around it then.” She responded. Her confidence faltered as soon as those unblinking grey eyes focused on her again, swallowing nervously. I probably shouldn't have said that out loud.
“You’re intelligent Sammy, but as usual, your mouth gets in the way.” He scolded lightly, but went back to writing things down a moment later. Sammy relaxed again, relieved that there had been no real retaliation towards her comment. “Regardless, a little thing like you wouldn't be able to comprehend my methods.”
The borrower couldn't help but feel offended but she bit her tongue this time.
Ryker brought his gloved fingers close again, delicately moving her limbs around. By this point Sammy was already used to this routine— yet despite that she still flinched whenever his fingers made contact.
“Open.”
Sammy let out a huff of defiance but opened her mouth, letting the human take a look in with his magnifying glass.
“Good. No tooth decay as far as I can tell. Close.”
Sammy closed her mouth again, frustrated by how used to this she had gotten, but also knowing why she had gotten used to it in the first place. Cooperating was better in the long run with Ryker. He was not distracted or entertained by her defiance like the others, so it would only annoy him.
“He seems like a sweet boy. Your soulmate.” He spoke again, writing down something about her teeth. Sammy tried to peek at his writing, only to blink as his words registered in her mind. “But I'm sure you've realised he's human by now. If you were to meet, you know he would just hurt you.”
She bristled. She had been trying to avoid thinking of that since she realised what he was, and now here Ryker was, shoving it in her face. Ryker raised an eyebrow at her troubled expression.
“Surely you know that already? Unless you've deluded yourself into thinking he would actually be different.” He leaned down, tilting his head slightly as his grey-eyed gaze bore down upon the little borrower's form. “I think you'll find, Sammy, that most people are rather disappointing.”
She averted her gaze, hugging herself a little tighter. She did understand that was the likeliest outcome…but she had still been hoping maybe that wasn't the case. He was one of the only comforts she had left since Tanner… and sure, every now and then Ryker could be nice, but Sammy would rather suffer on her own than be comforted by him.
“I see. So you were just pretending.” Ryker let out a small hum, his eyes flicking over her form again. A sigh rustled through her hair, causing Sammy to look up again. “Alright. Time to eat. You must eat something today.”
He spoke firmly, bringing a small bowl with an assortment of nutrients rich foods onto the desk. They were bland and Sammy disliked them, but it was all she could have. Still, the thought of eating without Tanner made her stomach twist. She shook her head, looking down.
“Sammy. It's not a request. If you go any more days without eating it will start causing damage.” Ryker slid the bowl towards her, the glass bowl scraping against cool metal. Sammy simply huffed again, turning away. “Do you want me to hold you down and force you to eat it?”
The threat made her turn around in alarm. The last thing she wanted was to be restrained, and the thought of Ryker forcing the bland food into her made her feel even more sick. She glared, before swiping up a seed.
“I hate you.” She murmured angrily with tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She winced as she took a bite, already feeling sick, hesitating to swallow.
“I know.” The doctor responded, unfazed by her ire. “Finish up, and then you can go to sleep.”
Soon enough Sammy was full, and she was put back in the glass enclosure that now felt more like home than the den she used to live in; when everyone was still alive. When she wasn't alone. She lay back on one of the folded up fabrics that made up her bed, staring up at the lid of the enclosure.
There is a way to avoid Ryker's detection… what is it though? Has he slipped up at all?
Right on time, her soulmate's voice began to enter her mind.
“Hey! Uh. College was boring as usual… just need to finish this course and then I'll be out of the water. Mum's gone with her boyfriend for the week, but I bet she won't come home when she says..” There was the sound of a small sigh. “I miss your voice. I ..still hope you're okay. I get that you probably can't tell me though, so I'll try to believe you are. Anyway. Lullaby.”
This time Sammy didn't allow herself to drift off to his humming, trying to figure out the solution. Then it hit her.
Ryker knew I was putting my hands together, but he couldn't actually hear me before. Does that mean it's a range thing? She glanced towards the cameras, before curling over, trying to make her position look as natural as possible whilst holding her hands together, keeping them under the makeshift blanket.
“H-hello..?”
“Bloody hell— Hey! Hey— are you okay? What happened?? Are you…are you safe now..?” His voice sounded so urgent but relieved at the same time. Sammy was tense, listening for any signs that Ryker still noticed… It was irrational because he wasn't even in the lab right now, but she couldn't help it.
“I'm okay. Not safe, but for right now I'm alive. I'm sorry for going silent. He said if I spoke to you again he'd do something bad to me.” She responded slowly, her internal voice coming across quiet and hesitant, like she was trying to stay quiet. “I don't think he can hear me right now…”
“Jesus. The guy you mentioned before? Uh. Zorro something?? Is he the one threatening you? If you know his full name I can call the police for you. Hell, I'll even come down myself and deal with him for you.” He spoke, his tone a mix of anger and concern.
Sammy shuddered at the thought of human police bursting in, recalling that several men had told her about their jobs, and several of those same men had claimed to be officers.
“Zorro Ryker. He has a gun. You'd just be putting yourself in danger… And I don't want any police. I don't have a good track record with them.” And she knew that her soulmate didn't either, as he had mentioned to her before. She didn't know exactly what a delinquent was, but it seemed he got in trouble by human standards often.
“A gun!?? What!? I— I know that you can still get guns in England and shit but… wait. You said he was going to hurt you if you spoke to me again? Why are you speaking to me! I don't want you to get hurt to save my feelings.” Sammy winced at the raised voice as it echoed around her head.
“I don't think he can tell. He's not here right now…I'm hiding from the cameras so he'll just think I'm asleep. But from now on, act like you still haven't heard from me. If I talk to you, that's when you'll know he's not around and we can talk freely.” She could hear her own breaths as her pulse hammered in her ears, the adrenaline rushing through her at the thought that she had made a mistake and Ryker knew already.
“I… I don't know what to do. I can't just go about my day knowing you're…wherever you are with that maniac. I promise I won't get police involved, just…please explain? A bit.” Sammy heard the pleading edge to his voice and she released a small sigh. She couldn't explain everything…not to a human. But she could explain some things.
“Okay.” She hesitated. She had never told anyone this before— she had never had anyone to tell and she didn't like to think too much about how long she had been trapped here. “I… On my 14th birthday, me and my younger brother got taken.”
She had to pause before continuing, but Oscar interrupted with a hushed tone.
“You…you've been there the whole time. Since we started talking— I…” Sammy winced at his bewildered reaction, just holding still to keep her sleeping act going. “I'm so…sorry. Is your brother with you? Is he okay?”
“No. He… I started getting quiet because he um. He… “ She couldn't finish her sentence, getting choked up again at the thought. It felt so much colder under this blanket without him nestled against her. It was so quiet without his faint snoring and sleepy murmurs. She tried not to cry though— she was still pretending to sleep after all. “Y-ya know… It happens.”
“Jesus. I'm sorry. I don't even know what to say…” He trailed off slowly. “Hey, uh… could I have some nickname to address you by..? It would make it easier to talk. I can give you one for me too.”
Sammy thought about it, finding the question to be a good distraction from her flashbacks.
“Rabbit.” It's what her parents had called her when she was younger— because of her boundless energy and tendency to hop all around the place; all of which stemmed from an eagerness to start going on borrowing trips.
“An animal name? Cool. I'll pick an animal name too then… Uhh… how about Fox? They're red like my hair.”
Sammy almost laughed at that. Ironic that he was picking a predator animal whilst being one of the most ferocious predators to her species. It's fitting.
“Okay, Fox. I'll explain some stuff...”
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hi
so i have been having a thought about this lately, feel free to ignore, if it doesn't fit for you:
anyway, same situation, but trans. (closeted or out (before this situation at least), one or both, any combination, i just think it could add an interesting twist)
i think my favourite version (least angst) is they're both already out, or at least eliot was previously already out but would prefer not to be quite THAT out about it, thank you very much, and quinn doesn't mind either way and is just enjoying the chaos of a good fight and good hitter solidarity (and also does eventually help eliot cover up once the improvised-weapon-instincts stop preventing this from happening)
OH MAN
oh man
okay I have made… so many runs at this in an attempt to either put my Serious Thoughts together in a way that wasn't horrific to read, or focus on the fun stuff only, and friend I'm not sure my brain is playing ball here
(the concept of trans man eliot unfortunately fills my brain with bees - he comes into canon so steeped in The Right Kind Of Masculinity and only softens a little, and reading that as a sort of trans defence mechanism, it's a bit too ouch for me to deal with - and hitters as people who already suffer challenges to their autonomy, imprisonment, Unspecified Horrors... it's just a lot if not handled very lightly and I think there's a reason I haven't played much with transmasc!quinn either.*)
(bees. the reason is bees.)
(ppl who saw my previous occasional trans dick jokes (obligatory why am I like this) may notice they were around all Safe Characters; i don't want to make ppl feel unsafe for the characters in a trans way, at least without warning that I'm delving into that stuff, and for me at least, that's a tricky line to walk.)
I do thank you for the thoughts - it's set cogs spinning in my brain, it's been a while, it's nice - and leave you with the stuff I jotted down before my brain fizzled out and returned to the whirlpool of horrors. it's a little off from what you said, but I hope it's fun anyway:
— so we have the sauna situation. let's assume eliot's there on a job. he's been making friends with some rich asshole and they're either in the sauna or they're headed that way - it depends on how sweaty you want him to be - and, trans or no, there's nothing much downstairs that sets him apart (there are a whole host of bottom surgery options now, not sure how common they were at the time) (I can't believe how dick-focused my past hour has been), and all hell breaks loose in the lobby.
— and, well, shit. what's he gonna do except take someone down with his towel?
— at which point quinn's run in from where he was discreetly standing guard, skidded to a stop when he saw eliot was handling himself fine, and ducked around a corner to see to his own clothes safely. eliot's half on the floor and choking someone out when he hears quinn's call of "here," automatically catches the shirt before it thwaps against his face and bolases around his neck, and has the next goon trussed up with it before he registers that a) that was a lifeline, thanks quinn and b) quinn is now FULLY in the buff and knocking out the security guard who was finally getting his shit together enough to call the cops.
— (I haven't done much with the image of transmasc quinn who started young and baby-faced, wearing ill-fitting suits to his first job, but that doesn't mean I don't love him. here as in your message, "quinn doesn't mind either way and is just enjoying the chaos of a good fight and good hitter solidarity.")
— cue a yelled conversation over the various unconscious and/or restrained bodies as they're tidying up, eliot gesturing frantically at the people gawking from the balcony as though quinn has ever felt even an ounce of shame, and quinn eventually standing there with his eyebrows raised while eliot - beet red - shoves quinn's own clothes at him in an attempt to give him his privacy back.
— I like to think that quinn's tying his tie and eliot's only gotten as far as buttoning his own jeans by the time the others turn up. nate hurries them all along before anyone can comment much, but you bet they're getting looks.
#this post is a mess apologies trivalent <3 <3#I've been dithering about it but reblogs are off 'cos there's stuff here I don't know how to handle and I want to be cautious#conversation is fine but this is one I don't want to even slightly break containment#orig#what tags even apply. who knows. it's been too long.#*(okay so I Did in fact write a hitter-ish OC with a trans situation in my unshared longfic#but what I haven't mentioned is they were ripped straight from a fantasy setting#and at any given time hiding the fact that they can cave in someone's ribcage with a punch if they get desperate enough#so it's... different. there's a power fantasy and safety net offsetting any angst. and it helps that it wasn't written for anyone else.#like I do think there's a place for this in stories but I'm not sure how to talk about it publicly yeah.)
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Otis Redding - Otis Blue/Otis Redding Sings Soul
If you've been following along then you probably already know I'm about to salivate all over this album. This is Otis Redding at his most artistically serious. He takes mainly other people's songs and does them justice. Four of them are odes to his recently deceased hero Sam Cooke. Not a lot of whimsy here just really beautiful blues songs. He does The Rolling Stones' Satisfaction so well that even the Stones started playing his version and the original tracks are so authentic that I actually thought both Ole Man Trouble and Respect were old blues standards not originals. He does stop to rock out a little bit on B.B. Kings Rock Me Baby. This is Otis Redding's magnum opus. I don't think that's probably a controversial take, but I don't really care if I'm just parroting what other reviewers have said. This album is perfect.
Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story
I'm probably never going to be a huge Rod Stewart fan but I gotta admit this is a pretty solid album. Despite using entirely acoustic instruments aside from a few electric guitar licks here and there this album manages a good rock and roll attitude. It's a pretty impressive structural feat. The use of mandolin is unique and gives otherwise standard songs that little extra oomph to become memorable. Unfortunately Rod Stewart's voice is impossible for me to take seriously and it undermines the sexy fuckboy attitude he's trying to give off. He seriously sounds like he's trying to sing while yelling and stage whispering at the same time.
Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet
Oh boy this is another album that warrants an essay rather than a blurb. So after Professor Griff was fired for his homophobic and antisemitic remarks the rest of Public Enemy had a fire lit under their asses to make something that communicated their political positions with no room for misinterpretation. The result is one of the greatest achievements in all of hip hop history. A thesis on how the white hegemony pushes the black community into spaces where anti social behavior becomes a necessity only for white society to point to said behavior as an excuse to further oppress black communities. From poor police response in black communities, to negative portrayals in film, to just talking about eugenics, Public Enemy are on fucking fire here. And they are backed up by phenomenal beats from their production crew The Bomb Squad. No one had beats like Public Enemy, totally frenetic but still funky filled with literal bells and whistles. It's related to 80s style hip hop production but so different. It's like comparing a Chihuahua to a wolf, you know they're related but they aren't the same animal. This is always one of my top ten hip hop albums so y'know jot that down.
Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.
Kendrick is a rap prodigy, even his weakest album makes everyone else look like fucking shit. DAMN. is only weak on the grounds that it reigns in the scope from his previous records. Kendrick is such a beast of an artists that a tighter more cohesive album is weaker just because he can handle the large scope of Good Kid, M.A.A.D city and To Pimp A Butterfly so well. Coming from the jazzy boom bap and trap of his previous work Kendrick has made a huge stylistic shift towards R&B and pop influenced rap. Most artists wouldn't survive such a huge shift, but Kendrick Lamar just rolls with it. I don't think there's a beat he couldn't rap over.
Jimmy Cliff - The Harder They Come
While credited as just Jimmy Cliff this album actually features a variety of ska and reggae musicians including Jimmy Cliff, Scotty, The Melodians, Toots & The Maytals, The Slickers, and Desmond Dekker. The album reads as a greatest hits of Jamaican music from the early 70s. In fact reggae's popularity outside of Jamaica was certainly facilitated by this soundtrack. It's delightful and it lends a voice to some artists whose work was probably best left on a compilation anyway. History lesson time! While most americans think that reggae is basically just any music from Jamaica it was actually a very new genre at the time of this films release. To keep it brief reggae was an evolution from ska and then when reggae started to fuse with British punk in the late 70snand then American punk in the late 80s it turned into what people nowadays think of when they think about ska music. Technically though three of the tracks on this album, the two Toots & The Maytals and the Desmond Dekker tracks are ska songs.
Nirvana - In Utero
The final album by the band that made grunge popular. After the runaway success of Nevermind Kurt Cobain was desperate to make an album that would be abrasive and commercially unviable. Naturally it's my favorite Nirvana album. It is much rougher than Nevermind, it sounds as raw and Haggard as the band must have felt and it feels even more emotionally distraught. Some songs like Heart Shaped Box and Dumb are slower but sadder than previous Nirvana tracks while others like Scentless Apprentice or Radio Friendly Unit Shifter go farther into the realms of noise rock. Overall I think that going more was a good move for Kurt Cobain, but killing himself was a bad one.
Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water
Every single Simon & Garfunkel album is better than the last and this is their final album. Always building on the best parts of their style this features he best lyricism and the best musical variety in any S&G album. From Art Garfunkel's plaintive wailing on the title track to the wild brass section on Keep The Customer Satisfied to the stark and delicate nature of The Boxer they have outdone themselves in every way. It amazing that they made such a cohesive album while they hating each other so much, they feel quite in sync with each other, but that might just be Paul Simon's control freak tendencies. Either way it's the greatest masterpiece they managed as a duo and is only topped by a few of Paul Simon's solo albums.
#500 album gauntlet#otis redding#rod stewart#public enemy#kendrick lamar#jimmy cliff#nirvana#simon and garfunkel
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Headcanons Writing Technique + A Che'nya headcanon!
Aight, homies, so one person wanted me to drop the secret on how I power-write 22-character headcanons in like less than three hours (thanks, @seajellyx ). So here we go. Just a heads up, I type hella fast, so it might take you more or less time, but this is the most simplified version that I find to be helpful.
A heads up that I recommend writing everything in Google Docs or something other than Tumblr. If Tumblr does something weird, it can delete all your stuff, and then you'll want to perish.
In the end, I'll add a quick TL;DR if you want just the basics, so if you don't care for overly detailed explanations, skip to the very end. Without further ado, this is my gremlin way of writing headcanons AND formatting on Tumblr. It takes me half an hour to do a set of five characters.
Prompt: Figure out your prompt. Go find a prompt list or get an idea/request/whatever works.
Characters: Choose your characters. Character select that shit, homies; you can do all your favorites or every character in the series. It doesn't matter.
How Many Bullets: Decide how many bullet points you want to do. This is gonna simplify it and keep things consistent across the board for you. I like to go for about three to five bullet points on average since it's not overwhelming, especially when doing many characters.
The Formula: This is gonna sound weird, but make a "formula." Have a question to answer for each bullet you decide on. If you want three bullet points for your headcanons, write down three questions. Sometimes I type the questions first, and that's how many bullets I have. I switch it around sometimes to keep things fresh. Two examples of my previous formulas:
Prompt: Reader Who's Scared of Storms
Formula:
How do they find out you're scared?
How do they comfort you?
What do they do when you call them in the middle of the night?
Prompt: Doing Nails with Them
Formula:
Do they normally do their nails?
How do they respond when you ask to do their nails?
What do they do when you ask them to do your nails?
This is the basic formula that you'll be following. All characters will be based on this formula, so just answer these questions when you write.
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5. Basic Outline: Make a basic outline after you have your formula down and your characters selected. Don't write the full answers down. Just quickly jot down a single sentence that gives you a basic idea. Do this for all the characters, so you aren't stressing over ideas for every character. An example:
(And by the way, I normally just keep the formula in a sidebar on my writing program, so it's just set up as bullets, not with the question and then the answer. Adding the question is just for example purposes).
Prompt: Reader Who's Scared of Storms
Character - Che'nya
Question: How do they find out?
Finds out when he sneaks into the school during a storm and sees you.
Question: How do they comfort you?
Makes jokes and drags you to prank Riddle and Trey.
Question: What do they do when you call them in the middle of the night?
He already knows there's a storm and has snuck into the school before.
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6. Time Limits: Once you have the basics written down, you can expand on them. Normally I give myself a time limit. I'm pretty fast, so I give myself five minutes per character for a set of three bullet points. This way, you're just writing and not thinking too hard. I can go overboard or get distracted if I give myself unlimited time. Adjust the time to how long it takes you. Maybe time yourself for writing a few headcanons and seeing how long it generally takes you. If this stresses you out, though, don't worry. I just like it because then I know, "Okay, to do all five characters, it'll take me a solid twenty-five minutes, and I'm done."
7. How much are you writing: In the writing program, I aim for three to five lines written of text. Again, it's just consistency. Don't force yourself to try to write a lot. If you have what you want to be written, then you're good. Go to the next bullet, and don't sweat it. I'm just OCD and like things to be fairly consistent.
8. Expand: Go hog wild and just type them out now. Use your basic idea and just expand on it. Don't worry about grammar or spelling mistakes; you can deal with that later. My example:
Prompt: Reader Who's Scared of Storms
Character - Che'nya
Question: How do they find out?
Basic Idea: Finds out when he sneaks into the school during a storm and sees you.
Che'nya finds out you're scared of storms when he's managed to sneak into the school one day and was looking for Riddle. It was just about to start raining, and he saw you off in the distance. He was planning on just scaring you when he heard the first crack of thunder. He watched you literally jump and scream, clearly not realizing a storm was about to happen. He then watched as you scurried off into the nearest structure while looking panicked. He investigated and headed over, finding you having a full-blown anxiety attack. He asked to see if you were alright, coming over and startling you. Once you realized who it was, you were embarrassed but explained your issue with storms.
Question: How do they comfort you?
Basic Idea: Makes jokes and drags you to prank Riddle and Trey.
Once Che'nya knows, he's going to be trying to calm you down through laughter. He's going to drag you to find Trey and Riddle, messing with them by turning invisible to jump out at them. You're playing as the distraction. If you prefer being away from others, he's cool with that too. Besides, he hasn't seen Ramshackle yet and is excited to drag you there. He'll be raiding your kitchen, saying that tea is apparently good for calming you down. Then he goes into detail about how he used to be skittish with storms when he was younger to help you feel a bit better.
Question: What do they do when you call them in the middle of the night?
Basic Idea: He already knows there's a storm and has snuck into the school before.
You're never going to have to worry about calling him. He always knows when a storm is on its way, like a weird 6th sense. Once he does, he ditches his campus and heads over to Night Raven. He always makes an excuse at his school as to why he's gone so he can spend the entire night. Expect him to make hot milk and watch some cheesy movies with you. He's curling you up in his lap and playing with your hair the entire night as well, loving when you let your guard down and fall asleep on him.
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9. Quick Corrections: There you go; the basics are now all done! You have all your headcanons. You're thriving; you're vibing. All that's left is to do the grammatical corrections. I use my homeboy Grammarly (free version because I'm broke) and let it do the hard work. Just make sure you check what it's correcting because sometimes Grammarly gets it totally wrong. Then you're just about done my dudes. However, if you want even more tips...
Bonus: Quick Tumblr Formatting
So now you have all your lovely writing done, preferably in google docs or something else (I've been using Scrivener since 2016) because, oh goodness, Tumblr can be a nightmare sometimes, and delete all your work. Tumblr copy-and-paste formatting sucks when using other programs, so here's my little workaround: (As a note, I use the beta version of the Tumblr post editor as it has more options and is overall better, especially when you get to the tagging portion).
Make good use of your drafts: I make consistent formatting type of thing in my drafts for each dorm. I also like to use banners to separate characters. It retains most of its formatting when you make a draft and copy-paste it into another Tumblr post. Here's what one of my drafts looks like:
Just some notes: Embedded links, indentations, and page breaks don't work when you copy and paste them. You'll just have to put them back in yourself, but 90% of the time, it copies/pastes everything perfectly. The only issue with this is that when you do this technique with banners, then:
That weird media link will pop up. I'm OCD, so I go through docs and copy/paste it there to fix the problem, but if you don't care, then power to you. If you're curious, I use Canva to design all my banners (1000x200), but that's an aesthetic look you don't need unless you want it.
2. Copy and Paste: Now that you have the drafts done copy/paste them into a new draft. Then go to your docs and individually copy/paste the characters under their correct names. I organize things by dorms, but if you're only doing a few characters, you can delete the ones you don't need.
3. Quick Tagging: Tagging is my most hated thing, so I made it simple. The best way to do this is through docs. Simply open a document up and write down all the tags, making sure to hit enter between each one, so they're all on a different line. I use docs for this because when you make something a header, there's a sidebar that you can use to automatically bring you to whatever you need.
I like using these general tags for fandoms, then creating a header for each character name and using custom tags for them. So the general tags would be:
General Tags:
Twisted Wonderland
Twisted Wonderland x Reader
Twst x Reader
Character Name:
Character Name
Character Name x Reader
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This makes it so much easier. When using the beta version of the Tumblr editor, all you do is copy/paste the tags into the little "add tags" section. As long as each tag is on a different line, then the beta version automatically knows their different tags. If you use the normal version, it'll add all those as a single tag, and you'll want to cry.
On another note: Tumblr only allows 30 tags in total and only the first 20 count. So make sure if you have tons of tags, the important ones go first.
4. Post/Queue/Schedule: All that's left to do is post/schedule/queue your stuff. I like to schedule things personally, but adding to the queue is way easier. Then you're all done!
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I know this seems like a lot of steps, from writing the headcanons to posting them, but if you have the drafts to copy/paste from, it takes me, on average, thirty minutes to write and format headcanons for five characters.
This is just my process; I find it easy once you have it all down. Took my a while to figure out what works best for me, but maybe this will give you ideas.
TL;DR
Find the prompt you want and the characters you're writing for.
Write a question for each bullet point, then jot down quick ideas for each character.
Expand on each character, write a paragraph, and then use Grammarly to fix the errors.
Make drafts from which you can copy/paste formatting, then plug your writing into bullet points.
Copy/Paste premade tags from docs into Tumblr Beta Post Editor, then hit the post/queue/schedule button.
#Twisted Wonderland#Twisted Wonderland x Reader#TWST#TWST x Reader#TWST Wonderland#writing#writer#writing tips#writing advice#headcanons#che'nya#che'nya x reader
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#ShareYourProgress Tag Game!
Tagged by: @saedoeswriting and I think @ashen-crest (like 20 years ago) thank you both! This is a really neat game! Tagging: @spacetimewraithwrites, @abalonetea, @idreamonpaper, @sleepy-night-child, @winterandwords, @kaiusvnoir, @writeouswriter, @writer-on-time, and anyone else who sees this who hasn't done it! I know I'm late and you may have already been tagged in this, but I'd love to see everyone's process! (As always, please don't feel pressured or rushed!) Rules: When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag others. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!
I'm going with Time Borrowed since it's my most recent creation
Inspiration
So this idea started hitting me in the fall of 2021. I was working a job I really hated (I'm talking REALLY hated), and it was making me miss an old job and coworkers I had as security personnel. As we all know, the last few years had been shit, and the wip I was working on at the time was a little too dark and heavy. So I tried to think up something lighter and funnier. So I took inspiration from that previous job, which was my first job with coworkers who were really like a ragtag family, and went for a futuristic hopepunk future.
I was an idiot at my first job, I had no idea how adult world things worked, but I had a great work family to help me out. And I thought, wait, instead of a teenager, what if we played with clueless robot tropes? It's futuristic. It's fun. It'll be cute. And that's where we started, with Beau.
Preparation
I'm gonna be honest, the preparation wasn't its own step (never really is), I usually like to jump in with absolutely no idea where I'm going or what a plot even is. I just wanted to do something fun. Preparation was mostly Character Creation –that was is. No worldbuilding, no plot, just jotting down random ideas that popped into my head, trying to dig up really funny bits and things, and then building a world around it. My main goal was to have fun as more escapism than anything.
Art process
I stumbled across these Fictober prompts and dove head first, making things up as I went. Scribbling out scenes, finding the natural flow/voice of characters, and really trying not to place stress on things. Just have fun. By the end of October, I had a rough plot I wanted to use, but I still wasn't sure how I wanted it to end.
I went into NaNoWriMo and really started to put it together. I started posting snippets and excerpts and really got motivated with feedback! I started really fleshing out worldbuilding and as the new year rolled around really got hit with extraterrestrial ideas to drive home the Sci-Fi aspect.
I finished the first draft in May, and I've let it sit for a while and hope to get back to it shortly.
Thoughts
I love, love this story, which I love most everything I write, but this one is a little bit special. Every step of the way has been fun and comforting, and it doesn't seem daunting or impossible to complete. It might be my first attempt at publishing, and may have ideas for a sequel!
But I hope everyone enjoys reading the bits and pieces I've posted as much as I've enjoyed writing it! The community here has helped in a big way, so thank you to you guys too!
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