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seasirengirl · 9 months ago

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EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS A PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION, EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS A LIE.

pairing: jason grace x f!neptune!reader

warning: jason is kinda a bop in this, reader is referred to as a blonde

a/n: wrote this at 4am so it’s probably really stupid, but i was thinking of writing hcs for a part 2? idk would y’all read that?

growing up at camp jupiter meant being a soldier, a warrior with no life outside of their duties, a disciplined demigod with no mistakes ever made. this mindset messed up a lot of the kids’ mind, awarding them with different mental illnesses that they wouldn’t be experiencing if their lives were just, normal.

normal could mean a lot of things, but jason grace lost the touch of it a long time ago.

what was normal? being a mortal in high school or spending his everyday life in camp jupiter?

none of these options were available to him, because in the middle of his quest to save the queen of the heavens, he felt more confused than ever, his memories slowly coming back, but in little snippets, unnecessary things were being brought back to him, such as a certain scent that reminded him of… he didn’t remember who. he was surely going crazy.

and the blurred face of a girl he saw every time he ever got the chance to fall into hypnos’ domain certainly did not help the situation. maybe he did something so terrible in the past that he didn’t even get the chance of sleeping undisturbed, but what did he do? he didn’t even remember.

the question that bore into the mind of a mere reader would’ve been, 'what did he even remember?’ an oblivion, absolute nothingness.

and his two apparent friends, leo and piper.

while piper seemed to not be much of a friend, she still kept her patience.

jason, being the selfless soul he was, always managed to put everyone else before himself, he was worried that he was breaking piper’s heart by his amnesia, which, by the way, was not his fault either, but who else was there to blame? truthfully, no one.

while the quest was ongoing, he managed to get used to being apart of the trio, managing to fall more and more in love with the mystery that was piper mclean, or so he thought.

piper was absolutely gorgeous, in her own unique way, she was something to be looked at, to be admired and treated with care and love, but the world that they got exposed into, certainly was not up to the standard jason wanted piper to be put at.

she was also a total knockout, pretty, smart and really unique, what more could a guy want?

right?

then why did the ocean breeze randomly flow through his nostrils when jason was not anywhere near an ocean? what about the blonde soft wavy hair he always saw in his dreams, or the laugh he heard during one of those dreams. something about the girl in his dreams made jason’s life way more complicated, he could not get her out of his head, but how could he? it’s like the gods above truly did not want anything to be remotely normal in his life.

was it all just a set-up, was he cursed? or was he simply going insane over a woman he had never met? it had to end.

apparently the blonde from his dreams did not even exist, he described her to a lot of people, but not one person in camp half-blood knew anything, so he gave up.

the argo II had to be built and they had to fight mother earth, gaea, along with quite a lot of giants, girl problems could wait.

while keeping himself busy, he found his sweet escape to be piper, maybe what was between them was real, it wasn’t just venus having “fun” for a bit and making him insane? he still got dreams from time to time, but they didn’t corrupt his whole time.

but a few months passed, his and piper’s relationship was going well, they were just days away from going to camp jupiter, while going there to find the rest of the eight demigods from the great prophecy was the goal, maybe he could find her there?

and just like that, thoughts and dreams about the mysterious ocean girl slowly came back.

until the day they finally landed in camp jupiter. pieces of jason’s memory came back to him, but not all of it, but everything seemed to click the second he got the chance to actually look around the (not-so) familiar territory.

his hand intertwined with piper’s, he entered camp jupiter, he noticed annabeth running off to a black haired boy, who he assumed to be percy jackson, since that was the guy everyone seemed to be looking for ever since his arrival.

but right next to percy, stood a girl, but not just any pretty girl, her.

the girl from his imagination.

she quickly noticed jason, running over to him and pulling him into a hug, he noticed slight tears in her eyes that weren’t willing to spill.

jason was stunned, his hand was still holding piper’s, until it wasn’t, he felt it let go.

but jason had your arms around him, which felt better than anyone elses.

“i missed you, jase.” you said quietly, in a tone barely above a whisper.

“i-i’m sorry, i don’t remember.”

“percy told me it was a possibility, i just never thought you’d forget me, after all that we’ve been through. he remembered things about annabeth, did you really forget all about me?” a single stray tear managed to escape your eyes, raised in camp jupiter, crying was not something you were used to, but given the circumstances, what else were you supposed to do? sit around and smile like nothing happened, like you didn’t just realise that the love of your life forgot about you? “no, i’m sorry, it’s not your fault, i can’t blame that on you.” you quickly added, noticing how much pressure you put on the boy you loved.

“jason, what’s going on?” that was the voice of the girl jason came back with, sweet as honey. did he find a replacement? have you commited a sin so unforgivable that the gods had to punish you this way? he held her hand, they came in happily, you weren’t needed.

“i don’t know, look, let’s just go and find annabeth, she’ll know what to do.” jason simply shrugged away from your uncounter, living the girl of his dreams in tears, standing there, empty.

and it certainly did not help that jason and his newfound girlfriend were on the ship too, so you couldn’t really be miserable all the time.

you had to put in the effort.

that same night, as you were about to go to bed in your cabin, percy came in to check on you and you suddenly got the urge to tell him about all of your emotions and thoughts, since he was a great listener and also probably the only person who could cheer you up.

so you told him, if you couldn’t trust your brother, who could you trust? you told him some details he didn’t already know about your and jason’s complicated relationship and about him and his new girlfriend.

jason’s cabin was the one opposing yours, so he got a bit confused and almost opened the door to your cabin, but he heard your voice, and his name a few times too, so he did something absolutely irresistible, eavesdropping.

“it was complicated for so many years, and when we finally confessed, 3 months later he just disappeared one morning, i count every minute he was a way, and he came back with a new girlfriend, what did i do to venus so horrible? she gave me a hair comb once after a quest, she doesn’t like hate me or something, right? or does that mean my hair is really messy?” you kept on rambling.

“shh, i don’t know about jason, but if he’s willing to break your heart like that, i’m not gonna be okay with it, goodnight, y/n.” percy kissed your forehead.

“night, perce.”

just as percy walked out of the cabin, he saw jason standing by the door.

“hope you heard all that, buddy.” he mumbled.

if jason thought he was going insane months ago, he for sure knows he’s insane by now.

around a week has passed since that night, jason admired you from far away, getting reminded of why he fell in love with you all those years ago.

it was a quiet evening, some calm and peace, the typical calm before the storm vibes were around.

and it sure ended up being a storm that night for jason grace. he had been thinking about ending things with piper, since remembering things were making him all confused, all of the fake memories were faded too, so their relationship was hanging by a thread, which piper tore that night.

“we need to talk.” piper exclaimed, her tone sounded serious, not the usual cheery and soft.

“is everything okay?” jason asked, knowing that in fact nothing was okay, but he could only use a filler sentence, he didn’t have much of a heart to say anything else.

“what’s going on with you and y/n? i know you two dated, but i see the way you act around each other, you’re not over it, neither of you, and whatever this is going on with us is simply not satisfying neither me or you, so, are you cool with staying friends?” piper stated casually, without much worry on her face.

“i’m sorry pipes, it wasn’t fair to you.” jason tried apologising, but got interrupted.

“it’s fine, but she loves you, i can tell, go talk to her before it’s too late.” that was it, the awakening point, jason immediately stormed into her cabin.

“i fucked up, i’m really in love with you.” he exclaimed, and boy, did that sentence change everything.

it did.

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bitchslapblastoids · 3 months ago

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interesting but predictable how some of the inherent uncanny valley strangeness of bringing something that exists in the chronically online space into the real world can manifest. I’ve noticed this at all the other tours of theirs as well - some people can have a hard time separating internet behaviors from irl behaviors, and the sudden merging of these compartmentalized ways of being (online vs offline) can be hard to navigate.

I think it can also make people uncomfortable to see their comedic silly billie faves being serious, and there’s a dissonance to seeing them, these characters who live on our screens, along with the audience around you who are typically just avatars and usernames shitposting in lowercase, all suddenly in the same physical room. And suddenly that often completely disparate, scattered, semi-anonymous community needs to adapt to social mores and group norms in a new social context. It’s taking a community with its own set of rules that were designed for and in response to a digital landscape and plonking it into a completely alien environment. And yeah, we’re all humans who exist in public outside of our internet lives, but it’s different when that happens but you’re still in the context of the phandom.

Which I think is what leads to things like shouting out rly profane, out of pocket things during the quieter moments of their shows. because if you comment something like that online, you won’t rly be interrupting anything. you might be ignored, you might get some laughs, maybe you’ll get a notice bc haha unhinged right. Or like treating an evacuation drill as a lol pass the tea yas mommy daniel moment instead of an oh we’re actually here in real life moment.

I went back to my tatinof review bc I remembered writing this - “someone behind me kept screaming at them to "GET NAKED" (particularly during silences in the 7 second challenge) to which everyone in my area responded with claps and laughter.” During my second TIT show, there were people around me who wolf whistled and shouted “kinky” and “ayo ok freaky” during totally inappropriate moments. I remember during Dan’s quieter bits of WAD people could not seem to just stay silent. (I have suffered complete amnesia when it comes to ii so I can’t speak to any part of that experience lol.) after the preshow and during intermission at tit, I heard separate people at separate times making a range of critical comments about Dan and Phil’s bodies in ways that were downright shocking and not how I hope they’d typically feel comfortable speaking about other humans.

I think on the whole, phannies are so lovely and kind to one another. I feel deep gratitude for this community. And I know this isn’t just a phandom thing; I think how we treat one another in public spaces has generally really eroded, and concert etiquette has become abysmally poor. But phandom, as always, is a little unique, because of the sense of mutual understanding and the co-created dynamic between us and d&p. It dissolves the boundaries, so when Dan tells you to shut up, your online brain tells you that’s just a chance to be funny with your fave. When you have a chance to be heard, your online brain provides a memey shitpost joke and your irl self shouts it out even though that ain’t the move in a theatre performance unless invited to do so.

No real conclusion here, just some observations about the rly unique dynamic this all creates!

#phandom #me yapping #dan and phil

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notthefirstfallenangel · 1 year ago

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Memories II

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mention of injury, amnesia, alcohol mixed with meds

Summary: You had your memory wiped after a messed-up mission. All that you remember is your childhood and fragmented glimpses of your teenage and adult years. Poor Simon, your would-be hubby, is left to pick up the pieces when you can't even recall his existence.

Words: 1.8k

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! Hope you like it🤍

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

It was close to 8 o’clock when Simon lit a cigarette, the red end glowing in the darkness. The smoke curled up above him into the starless night, forming swirling patterns as it dissipated. He sat on the cold roof of the barracks, his legs stretched out before him and his back resting against the wall. His mask was rolled up to just below his nose, exposing his full lips set in a stoic expression.

The back of his head hurt, his muscles ached, and his stomach rumbled. He had a crick in his neck, and his butt was numb. He had been up there for almost an hour now, and the pack of cigarettes laid empty next to him. It had become a habit for him to go up there after visiting you in the hospital, a temporary escape from reality and a way to manage his worries.

His hands were rough and callused, strong, sturdy, and dependable. His hands cradled the cigarette. The tip of the cigarette glowed red hot in the night air; the paper began to burn his fingers. The heat felt good, the only sensation on his body that told him he was alive. The smoke rose slowly and smelled good, almost relaxing.

His expression was grim as he gazed into the distance. There, in the darkening sky, he saw a streak of lightning in the distance, and he thought of you, lying alone in that sterile hospital room, unable to remember him.

The only rule he had up there on that roof was not to think about anything about your condition — it was like a game of Taboo, and he had lost again.

He mumbled a curse under his breath.

When the doctors told him that you had suffered a traumatic injury to the hippocampus, he felt like the worst kind of monster was released from his cage. His heart sank and did not stop falling. He blamed himself for not being there when it happened.

Your childhood memories were still intact, but everything else seemed blurry and disjointed. Even some of your teenage years and early adulthood felt like a fog, leaving only fragmentary recollections in their wake.

The only tangible proof that the love you two shared for each other existed was the band of gold around your finger. He had stored it away carefully like a hidden treasure after you handed it back to him with tears in your eyes, telling him that you didn’t know who he was.

“Mind if I join you?”

He turned to see Price standing behind him, a cigar between his fingers, igniting the end with a few flicks of a match.

“Be my guest.”

Price sat beside him; their two forms a perfect contrast in the dark. While Simon appeared troubled, Price was relaxed, his expression peaceful despite the gloomy surroundings.

“The storm’s almost here,” Price blew a plume of smoke. “But it won’t last for long.”

“But until it does, it’ll be a bloody mess.”

“How’s she holdin’ up?”

“It ain’t good.”They sat silently for a while, the only sounds being the gentle rustle of the leaves in the wind and the quiet but steady pattern of raindrops hitting the pavement.

Price took another drag from his cigar, sending a cloud of smoke into the air. “You want my opinion?”

“Sure”

“You’re pushing too hard.”

Simon stared at him in silence. He couldn’t deny that Price was right — but he was struggling to accept it.

“She doesn’t remember a bloody thing,” he said. “At times, she acts as if she’s trying like there’s something in the back of her mind. But then nothing.” He tossed the cigarette over the edge of the roof and continued. “I try so bloody damned hard, but no matter what I do, it doesn’t work. And then she gets pissed off at me.”

“I know... but giving up isn’t an option, is it? I know you’re not like that.”

Simon rested his hands in his pockets and stared at the distance, contemplating. The rain kept dropping lazily around them while the storm threw its wrath over the city.

Then, finally, he spoke. “No... no, I don’t want to give up. But it’s so hard, Price. Got nothin’ to cling on to,” He muttered under his breath. “I... I jus’ wish I could do much more.”

Price’s voice was low and soothing, as if he were carefully measuring each word before speaking. “You can’t make her mind rush to remember. It’s gotta sort itself out in its own time.”

Simon fell silent. He wanted to believe Price’s soothing words—he really did—but his own anxiety and frustration made it difficult, if not impossible.

Price crushed his cigar under his foot.” C’mon. Let’s go back inside. Come on, mate.”

As he stood, an unspoken understanding passed between them. He extended his arm in a silent offer of assistance; Simon hesitated, then leaned forward and clasped Price’s hand, letting the other man haul him to his feet.

They headed back inside; the barrack’s warm lights and dry air were a welcome contrast to the cold outside.

“You okay?” he asked again as Simon shook off the rain.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Go home, get an early night.”

Simon knew he should argue and tell Price he didn’t need special treatment. But he couldn’t. He was too tired.

“You’re right. I’ll head home.”

—

Coming home was particularly hard for him. The silence was deafening; it felt like it was drowning him, just as the memory loss was drowning you.

As he opened the door to his house, a wave of cold emptiness washed over him. The home that was once filled with laughter and love seemed empty without you there. He missed the familiar sound of your voice as it echoed through the halls, mocking him in its absence while coming back from yet another hospital visit. All of your memories were tainted by your illness; your happiness had been swallowed up by the silence of your lack of speech and his inability to bring you back to yourself. His heart ached as he remembered the woman you'd been before the terrible accident and wished that he could bring back the person you used to be.

To make the atmosphere more bearable, he adopted some strategies that helped to create a better atmosphere in his house. One of them was to keep the TV always on with an old show like Buffy or some other show playing. You’d never go to bed until you had watched at least one episode.

He tossed his clothes onto a chair, the mask on the floor and climbed into bed wearing just his boxer shorts. His body ached from the long day, but it was the throbbing in his head that gave him the most problems. He sighed heavily as he lay down, trying to will away the pain.

The bed creaks and groans as he moves in it.

The sound of the TV fell on deaf ears. He couldn't hear anything but the echo of your voice in his head. It haunted him.

Lying there, he remembered the feeling of being close to you. He could feel your body against his, the curves of your shoulder and hip pressing into him, and the softness of your skin as he traced his fingers down your arm or ran them lightly through your hair. He longed to feel that closeness again, to be enveloped in the scent of you. He missed the sweet smell of your hair filled his nose as he buried his face in your neck.

Your perfume lingers in the sheets, like a ghost clinging to the pillows.

He reached out and ran his hand along the empty space beside him, imagining that you were there. His heart ached for you, and he felt a lump form in his throat. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you forever. The realisation that he might never have you back brought tears to his eyes, and he struggled to hold them back.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. He couldn't force you to remember, no matter how hard he tried. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that the only thing he could do was to love you, always and forever, no matter what.

It took some time for him to drift off, and even then, he would wake up. Because there was no escape, he was forced to relive the mission that left him broken every night.

The sound of your crying and screaming, begging for your life.

He heard them every night. He heard them over the gunshots and the sound of grenades. He heard the sounds of your yelling at him to let go of your hand and save himself. Then, the screams went silent. He woke up like every night, drenched in sweat, the sheets wrapped around his legs.

The TV was loud, and Sarah Gellar was battling some vampires. Simon shook his head, wiping the sweat away from his forehead before shutting off the TV.

“Bloody hell...” he muttered.

He ran his hand harshly across his face, desperately trying to erase the image of you being thrown backwards from a powerful explosion and your body lying motionless on the cold ground. He could smell the scent of burnt skin and matted hair. He shivered in horror, reached for the small bottle of whiskey kept on the bedside table, and took a swig directly from the bottle.

It doesn’t help, he told himself; it never does.

The bottle was nearly depleted, having been his faithful companion during the weeks of solitude.

His head was spinning painfully, and his body was cold.

You’re a mess.

He grunted as he stood and stumbled towards the bathroom; the hardwood flooring felt cool against his bare feet.

He opened the cabinet, deliberately not looking into the mirror. His fingers found a bottle of Nembutal, and he grabbed it, his palm slick from the whiskey bottle. He tossed two pills down his throat, hoping for a dreamless sleep.

—

He jolted awake some hours later to the buzz of his phone and immediately regretted it. A throbbing ache exploded behind his eyes and spread throughout his head and neck. He groggily fumbled for the device, holding it up to his ear without shielding his eyes from the harsh light of morning streaming through the window.

“Who’s this?” he croaked.

“Mr Riley, it’s Doctor Badel...” The tone in his voice was tired, exasperated. “She’s not cooperating with their prescribed treatment plan.”

The words felt heavy in the air, and the silence that followed was thick with tension. It was as if the entire room was holding its breath.

Simon cursed under his breath, muscles clenching and his jaw tightening.

“ I’m on my way.”

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1d1195 · 2 years ago

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Harry '20 - Present

This has definitely become a Harry blog over time. Especially most recently. To avoid glitches, some pre-2020 stuff is on this list but still decent writing (if I do say so myself)

Newer (better) writing is toward the bottom!

Thunderstorms Jack’s Theme Are you threatening me? Waking up with amnesia

The Notebook Boston Crabapple Timeless Sweet Creature Sugar Balance Holes

2022-Present - The BETTER writing The Car Confetti (Champagne Problems) FFF Time Yours The Balcony Boyfriends Physics Sleep Therapy

Made to be Pleasing* Normal People Be My Mistake I | Be My Mistake II Hurt To Be Loved French Fries Get Used to It Zipper Screens | Screens II

Jan 29th Neighbors Tuesday Committed Tulips | Extra I Traditional Protection Faking It | Faking It (2) Half & Half Sun-kissed

Right Here | Extra I Love and Dryer Sheets Dolcezza My Friend's Toyota Toothpaste Ding Lapse Strong Sunflower | Extra I Most

Invitation Green Skies, Pink Grass Honey Independent Two Negatives Hummingbirds Buttercup Chances The Lottery Pucking Rookie

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tschulijulesjulie · 8 months ago

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I need book recommendations please. I read captive prince and I’m losing my mind.

ooooh gladly!

so first of all, nothing really compares to CaPri, however i do have some - imo - very good recommendations that might have similar vibes.

The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley - historical (18th and 19th century) Fantasy. Amnesia and time-travelling, with a veeeery Laurent-coded love interest.

The Scottish Boy by Alex De Campi - historical (14th century) Captive/Prisoner and (reluctant) man who has to hold him captive, secret identity, political schemes, revenge, war

Solomons Crown by Natasha Siegel - historical (12th century), Crown Prince of England (Richard Lionheart) and King of France (Philipp II) falling in love despite their countries being enemies, political schemes, strained family relationship to the point of going to war against family members, allies to enemies to allies again

A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland - not my personal favourite but still good, Fabtasy, outstanding non-european-centric world-building, anxiety rep, queer-normative, Disgraced Prince and his guard(s) having to uncover a political intrigue that could dethrown his sister, the monarch, nightly shenenigans in taverns while hiding their identity, forced proximity, kinda co-dependent relationship

Winters Orbit by Everina Maxwell - SciFy, Prince has to marry the widow of his cousin for diplomatic reasons who then gets accused of having killed his first husband, political intrigue, past abuse

Fence by CS Pacat and Johanna the Mad - graphic novels, sports (fencing), YA?, might be an entirely different setting but the character dynamics are reminiscent of CaPri/ you can tell Pacats writing

The Aeneid by Virgil - the great Roman epic. to this day im convinced Pacat might have drawn some inspiration from this (or possibly the Odyssee and the Iliad)

I hope that helps. Thank you for your ask!

#captive prince #book recommendations

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bbcphile · 1 month ago

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2024 Tumblr Top 10

1. 7,069 notes - Nov 6 2024: Rebecca Solit’s affirming quotation about surviving in the aftermath of the US presidential election. (the most notes I will ever see on a Tumblr post I started, lol)

This FB post by Rebecca Solnit is the thing keeping me sane this morning,so I’m sharing it here in case it helps you all,...

2. 429 notes - Nov 7 2024: Senator Elizabeth Warren’s video message on the US election.

Elizabeth Warren just sent out exactly the message I needed to hear to feel less miserable and hopeless about everything, so I’m...

3. 279 notes - Mar 7 2024: FDB’s Sad Beach Outfit analysis (It took the least amount of time to put together, so of course it’s the most popular, lol)

4. 185 notes - May 28 2024: DFS, JLQ, and the Newlywed Room Meta (aka. the most disturbing meta I’ve ever written)

5. 182 notes - Aug 1 2024: On Simone Biles’ wins at the Olympics this year

Anyone else crying happy tears about Simone Biles’ victory?? I’ve always been so proud of her for the way she prioritized her...

6. 166 notes - Jun 3 2024: The Yin Leaves Threat is a Bluff Meta (The one I spent the longest time thinking about before finally writing it)

7. 149 notes - Jan 8 2024: Mysterious Lotus Casebook and Complex PTSD Representations: Part I (Still proud of it)

8. 138 notes - Jan 1 2024: DFS and the Jinyuanmeng robes (+ crying) (Jetblackcode’s generator left this one off, probably because the ask was from before 2024 even though I answered it on New Years of 2024)

9. 135 notes - Jan 18 2024: Mysterious Lotus Casebook and Complex PTSD Representations: Part II, DFS and Emotional Regulation (I am still so happy that this has as many notes as it does, given how damn long it is!)

10. 79 notes - Apr 25 2024: MLC Amnesia Fic, “What's Sealed Away” (My first ao3 published fic since 2018! Yay for finally writing again! I hope I can get back to it again soon! <3 )

#tumblrtop10 #mysterious lotus casebook #my meta #my fic #I'm proud of myself for contributing so much to the fandom in the first 9 or so months of the year #hopefully I can get back to it soon #I miss you all!

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delicate44 · 2 months ago

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PIARLES FIC RECS - 2024!

If you know me even a little bit - you should know how much I love to read fics! The last two years I've read a lot of fics with Piarles as the main pairing. I've read amazing stories and got a chance to speak to the authors themselves to say how much I've loved em all! This is another way of showing appreciation to all the beautiful people who write and share their art with us. Even if Piarles is not your pairing - do give these fics a chance, leave kudos and comments so that they know how much their efforts are applauded. (I also mean no disrespect to any fics I did not mention here - I've tried to keep it to a 50 (60!)) PART 1 HERE

45. The sign on your heart says it’s still reserved for me, honestly who are we to fight the alchemy?* by Justyouwaitsunshine (multi chapter / Friends to lovers / Kid fic!) (proper long fic with a slow burn)

46. strategy sets the scene* by Anonymous (Oneshot / SMUT / Lesbians!!!)

47. II MOST WANTED by quietrumblings (whisperedwords) (multi chapter / Slow burn friends to lovers / Ferrari! Pierre)

48. creatures in heaven* by quietrumblings (whisperedwords) (oneshot / Smutty goodness!)

49. this crimson love (it's a miracle)* by tiredtiredsharl (Multi chapter / Amnesia AU / Oh the angst of it all)

50. Stuck in the Permafrost* by EspiTheWarlock (multi chapter / Fantasy AU - Faes) (great story!)

51. it's only you deciding* by quietrumblings (whisperedwords) (multi chapter / Exes to lovers)

52. How The Engine Sounds by duquesademiel, quietrumblings (whisperedwords), tiredtiredsharl & IMG_3569.mov (ride a cowboy) by duquesademiel (Social media AU / Outing TW ) (a fangirl fic!)

53. take me in, into your darkest hours by duquesademiel, tiredtiredsharl (Multichapter / Soulmates AU)

54. first bloom* by tiredtiredsharl (Multichapter / Slow Burn and super super emotional!!!)

55. gonna be everything you ever dreamed by tiredtiredsharl (oneshot / SMUT / sorta time travel AU)

56. consequences of assumption by fiveandnocents (oneshot / ABO / friends to lovers)

57. Mr. Reliable by tiredtiredsharl & oh, so reliable by quietrumblings (whisperedwords) (Oneshot / SMUT / ABO / Oh boy!)

58. how could i leave you (without a chance to try?)* by duquesademiel, strongestavenger, tiredtiredsharl - (Multichapter / Future fic fixing their marriage!)

59. hit the tongue, watch it dissolve by quietrumblings (whisperedwords) (Oneshot / SMUT / Bodyguard - mafia AU) ( can we drop comments asking for more in this AU)

60. always by my side by strongestavenger (Oneshot / Kid fic! / idiots to lovers)

Special mentions to fics that were completed this year!

1. butterflies somewhere (wanna share?)* by duquesademiel (multi chapter / Fake dating + SM AU) (has my complete heart)

2.cause baby, I'd be satisfied forever* by tiredtiredsharl (Multi chapter / SMUT / SUGAR BABY AU)

There are definitely ones I have missed out but do check out the rest of these fics in the collection!!

Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24

Summer of Piarles: Choose Your Own Adventure!

#piarles #piarles fic #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #f1 fic rec #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #PIARLES FIC REC

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whumpsoda · 1 year ago

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Amara - Nevan & Darius

WOHEO Masterlist

Listened to No One Lives Forever by Oingo Boingo while writing this… idk why but a great song for me to write whump to??

Also I think I like this! Sorta proud of it atm <3

Taglist- @softvampirewhump @iys-cloud

cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, pet whump, memory loss, amnesia, brainwashing

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Lights.

Bright, encompassing, and fluorescent. They stung. They buzzed and beat upon the vibrant white tile flooring, of which numerous pairs of polished shoes clicked atop.

There was talking. Several voices that spouted unintelligible words. He gently stroked someone’s hand, thumb rubbing over wispy hairs. He couldn’t tell who it was, the details of their face blurred and muddled in his brain.

There was crying. Shrill and squeaky, little hiccups scattered in between cries. The ringing of the noise only became louder as it neared, right into his cradled arms. As unlikeable as the sound was, it bloomed warmth in his chest.

Slick tears quickly fell to fabric, dribbling down his chill face. The tiny, unimaginably small thing in his arms mewled and whimpered, its pudgy little face smushing its minute features. He held it tighter, hoping he never had to let go.

And then he spoke. His beaming lips parted, and his throat cracked with the taint of unbridled joy.

“Amara.”

…

He gripped the doorway urgently, fingers determined and grasp harsh. Nevan whimpered, with his other hand clawing at his head. Fingernails sharply burrowed into his skin, in the desperate attempt to rid his mind of unwanted thoughts.

He needed Master. Whatever was spinning his head in circles, Nevan knew it was bad. Master would be mad, so very mad, but Master could help him. Master would care, he would have to. Nevan wasn’t broken, not yet enough to discard.

His trembling, weak knees buckled as he attempted to make use of them, his muscles wavering and weakening. Nevan’s knuckles made their way into his neatly done hair, pulling thick strands out of their meticulous place in distress.

He forced his hesitating legs forward, in the direction of the vampire’s library. His joints were tight and heavy, cracking and buckling with every slight movement.

The dim, yellow light grew across his body as he neared his master’s tight study, the door having been left wide open. Darius’ hazy figure was mere feet away, seated comfortably in his favorite plush leather seat.

The vampire’s frame inched higher as Nevan tumbled to the floor, a pathetic sight. Darius’ gaze didn’t make the slightest shift from the page he was focused on, but even in such a dizzy state Nevan could sense his irritation.

The human whimpered and whined, stuck in an inescapable frenzy of painful confusion and hurt. The fuss seemed to annoy the vampire just enough to take the slightest of interest. “What do you want?” Darius sneered, flipping carelessly to another crisp page.

Nevan gazed up at his master’s beautiful face, kneeling before the vampire. His head swayed, contorting his vision with disorientation and muddling the sight.

“Mm, um, Ma- Master, n- need help,” Nevan clasped his slender hands together, dizzily begging to his owner. “Fix, fix please, fix, bad, bad…” Nevan shook his head frantically, as if to signify that was the cause of his anguish.

Darius finally looked down to him, just to get a glimpse and scoff at the sore sight. He quickly turned back to his reading. “What have you done now?”

Nevan shivered in disgust with himself, distraught over his own disappointing behavior. “Please, um, head, um, re- um, remember, I think, fix please, Master,” he stammered, goosebump covered skin trembling. “Hurgg, hur- hhurghts!”

Darius glared, sighing with discontent as his thrall clutched his throbbing head. Interrupting Nevan’s pleas, he pressed a hand to his forehead. “Shush.” Nevan’s lips quickly snapped together. “What an nuisance you continue to be.”

He disapprovingly watched the man writhing on the floor, who dug his own fingers into his scalp. “How could you have possibly managed to remember yet again?.” Nevan whined between his cries, guttural and pained.

Again? This wasn’t the first, but one of many?

He didn’t mean to be so bad, he never did. He wanted so very badly to please, to hear Darius’ voice wash over him with sugary praises when he managed to do something right for once. More than anything he strived for the pleasure of his master’s voice in the few times he was satisfied, and yet Nevan rarely earned the privilege of hearing it.

He needed help to be better, and Darius was the only one who could do such a thing.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry, please, Master, please,” he insistently begged, flimsily clawing at Darius’ beige pant leg.

His head throbbed and pulsed with sickly affliction, and the blurred out glimpses of a hard to reach memory refused to let go of his head. His face was wet, slick tears collecting at his shaven chin, and a disgusting drip of snot fell from his nostril.

Darius looked as if he may throw up. Nevan sure felt like it. “How do you keep doing this? How can your tiny little brain continue to thwart me?” He leisurely hooked a finger below Nevan’s chin, dirtying his skin with the thrall’s salt tears. Nevan submitted eagerly to the gesture. “How repulsive.”

Nevan snapped his eyes and mouth shut, struggling a thick gulp, praying for the cease of his ugliness. As soon as his eyelids were shut though, the bright room was back, plaguing his mind. The lights, the voices, the child swaddled in his arms.

Maybe he wanted to hold onto it. Just a little. For just a fleeting second, he wished to relish in the foreign, unfamiliar moment of another life. For just a chance, he could ignore the fact he knew he couldn’t.

But it hurt. Burning, seering pain that ripped his brain in two, a frenzied wail racing from his throat. “Please, please, Master- Master-!” He shoved his way between Darius’ legs, clawing and pulling desperately at the seated man’s shirt.

Darius, amidst the frantic and hysteric behavior of his thrall, used one hand to grip Nevan’s wrist, and the other to nest in the human’s hair.

Nevan welcomed the touch, no matter how harshly Darius’ fingers clenched his skin or tugged his hair. Any semblance of contact was gladly welcome, especially if it was from his master.

“Hush, pet.” Darius purred, leaning down close. “Quiet your little mind for me. Calm and relaxed, and oh so quiet. Quiet as a little mouse.” He hummed, warm breath beating from his nose.

Darius let Nevan’s numbing limb fall to the floor, slipping his thumb instead to the thrall’s quivering lip. He brushed against the moist skin, causing Nevan’s heart to shiver with pleasure.

Master could be gentle. When he cast one of his sweet, easily addictable spells over his thrall, his voice softened and soothed, pleasant words easily subduing Nevan by the ear. When he took pity over his stupid thrall, he could choose to be gentle.

“So nice and quiet. Just like your feeble brain. So very, very quiet. Docile, obedient and empty.” Nevan could already feel his brain dissipating, including the specific thought that had haunted his brain just a moment ago. It continued to linger, but was being drowned out in favor of his master’s mollifying voice.

“Let the quiet take hold, getting rid of the bad thoughts. The terrible thoughts. The unnecessary memories that hurt.” Nevan nodded along with the hypnotic suggestions.

He would gladly take any chance to rid himself of such things. His cheek smushed up against the vampire’s thigh, head becoming drowsily light with eyelids threatening to drop.

“You like the silence, right?” He did. When he could sit, blank and empty, and let Master make all of the decisions for him.

“Mm, um… like…quiet…” Nevan whispered, vocals lowering with his mind. “Make, please… make brain… quiet…”

Darius huffed a stifled chuckle, finding humor in the pitiful wants of the man. “Let me tear those pesky memories away, and you’re brain will be so very nice and quiet. So quiet, now. Calm and relaxed and quiet, giving the bad thoughts away to Master so they can never return. A good boy doesn’t remember, he keeps his mind nice and silent.”

Nevan craved to be good, and yet he hesitated, just for a moment. Did he really want to let go of the dreamlike, hazy memory he had uncovered? The one that filled his heart with a pleasant beat? The one that at the same time twisted with an unexplainable agony in his stomach, and a searing ache in his head?

A dull, wide smile spread across Nevan’s lips, as he allowed the pleasurable, heavenly quiet cotton to fill his mind with open arms. It’s what Master wanted. It’s what he wanted.

He released the memory from his mind’s weak grip, letting if slip easily from his brain, disappearing by Darius’ whims where it would never come back. Nevan didn’t mind that. Whatever he had remembered, to distant to reach now, it hurt too much to keep around.

The sensation of letting go of the insignificant was almost like paradise, fluttering his heart and clouding his body with pleasant vibrations of gratification.

Nevan melted into Darius’ leg, jaw falling slack and mind falling deeper into an empty silence. Darius plopped his back against the chair with a scoff, irritatedly picking back up his book.

After however long of mindless staring, Nevan looked back up to his owner, delighted eyes draped by the tired lids, his cheeks gumming with his smile.

He couldn’t remember why he was there, kneeling contently at Master’s feet. Why his face was coated with drying wet, or why his hair and dress had been agitatedly tussled with.

He couldn’t remember much at all. He didn’t need to, and he usually didn’t. He knew all he needed to.

He was at the floor below his Master, where he always had been and always would be.

#My writing #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #pet whump #memory whump #Memory loss #amnesia #Nevan oc #Darius oc #brainwashing whump #brainwashing #hypnosis whump #hypnotized whumpee #vampire whumper #vampire whump #vampire #thrall whumpee #we only have each other

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Sim | 'Fred Bulsara' (Freddie Mercury)

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happy holidays you gorgeous things - Fred apparently adored the christmas season and honestly we all just love fred so. aw. i hope i did him some justice. sending love and warmth and joy and all that to you guys and have a fantastic new year, too.

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Question: How many AU Bloodmoons do you have?

BOY AINT THAT A GOOD QUESTION

*slams three notebooks, an iPad, and the phone on the table*

LET US FIND OUT!

Bloodmoons that I have written or drawn about in public platforms where their existences can be confirmed:

Five pairs and a single, these are:

Everyone is alive, for some reason- My takes on Bloodmoon I and Bloodmoon II that appear on a one shot I wrote and a concept I shared here; Dagger and Rifle (placeholder name, I don’t know what else to call him :(), Rabies and Bleed

The Moon and Sun show- The ones from my swap au, which I am still counting because Fang has exactly one line which was meant as foreshadowing tho I don’t know if it worked cuz no one mentioned it; Scythe and Fang

The Bloodmoon One- The ones from… that au (which for some reason I made an alternate timeline for where they’re humans); Bloody and Harvest

Get in losers- The ones from my more silly au where everyone joins the family; Hunter and Harvest

The bffs- The one that got separated and became Jack’s friend, or has Jack as his emotional support bot, and the root world of the Virus!Jack event; Original

Those are the guys you guys can figure out I made rather easily.

Now, having looked through my notebooks and writing spaces, and counting the six Bloodmoons we already have:

Sixteen pairs, two singles, one trio, and one quartet

That’s eleven pairs, one single, one trio, and one quartet more than what you guys know.

Let’s get into their lore, shall we?:

The tree at face value- I was experimenting with family set ups for the Celestials and decided to take things literally, Bloodmoon here would be the child of Eclipse. They were never named.

Creator sucks, deluxe edition- okay, okay, this one is weird, and I’ll admit I wasn’t really thinking it through when I made the concept, ergo it will probably come off as insensitive and weird, which is understandable because I was not thinking through what I was thinking. So, human au, Sun and Moon and Lunar have DID, both Bloodmoons are Lunar’s alters. That’s it. This is one of the two aus in which the twins are younger than 20. Lunar, Hunter, and Harvest.

The RaTc (pronounced ‘rats’)- short for ‘Redhead and traumatized club’, basically a place where I drop all my favorites//ocs that have so many things in common that I can refer to them as being ‘the same guy’. Bloodmoon II was the latest addition. Original and Adaptation

Uno-less afterlife- my take on the ghost versions of the dead SAMS characters, I’m planning to write a one shot for this one when Sun dies (or if, I guess). There’s the first Bloodmoon who’s half melted and kinda disintegrating, and the newer addition of a mutilated Adaptation II. Original and Adaptation, Copy Adaptation

This is what you wanted- that concept I shared sometime last month (?), Bloodmoon wanting to get reprogrammed and getting Eclipse to help them, and then getting amnesia. Ruby and Scarlet

DND mini phase- a simple doodle of Bloodmoon as a vampiric rogue, thing which I don’t even know if it’s possible. They weren’t named

Death game- … I may have watched a Danganronpa let’s play. Look, the concept is neat, and the character designs are cool as hell! That said, I did plan a whole au revolving around the SAMS characters being put in a death game, I’m pretty sure I planned to have the twins kill someone and get away with it because of a loop hole. Bloody and Harvest

Fantasy au- not restricted but definitely inspired by DnD, a magical world where there’s all sorts of creatures and places. The Bloodmoons were vampires that Eclipse got to work for him, and then got out of control. Ruin revived them as a demon on account of being a necromancer. Neither the first or second versions were named

Pure and utter regret- I… I might’ve… I might’ve shipped the twins and Jack at some point— It was a crackship and I don’t even ship them anymore, I‘ve adopted the ‘Bloodmoon is aroace’ headcanon, and y’know, canon is being canon for Jack. They’re really just friends now. Yet, I still have about three digital pages worth of them being all kissy and shit. I feel like shit. Fuck, I even had a name for them. I hate myself. They go by every single name ever given to a Bloodmoon (because this was purely a fun crack ship)

April fools actor au- exactly as it says, Sun and Moon started thinking of ways to bring engagement up for the channel, and then Eclipse popped up, and so they all ran the channel together, bouncing ideas off of one another, and so began the lore episodes. Bloodmoon is a bot that was made by Eclipse from some scraps of code he did originally intend to use to mess with the Celestial twins, now repurposed into a theatre kid. They probably have names but they’re only referred to as Original and Adaptation

I got infected by Magic Girlitis- I was watching a bunch of videos about Madoka Magica, and then I watched the ‘Will you press the button’ video, so now I have magical girl designs for Moon, Sun, and Lunar. I never got to them, but the blood twins would’ve had a really cool introduction and would’ve been a genuinely scary antagonist to our heroes. They weren’t named

Fragment of the ocean- I asked a friend of mine what I should draw for Mermay, they said mermaids and oceanic creatures, I accidentally created an au. Bloodmoon is an apparent human (has never been seen as a mermaid), who after being controlled and used by several people was adopted into the Foxy family. They also have DID, because human. This is the second au where the twins are younger than 20. Bloody, Scythe, Hunter, and Rabies

AAaaaand that’s a wrap! Those are all the Bloodmoons I have come up with!

I think

I hope

🎶I pray that he— uh wrong character

I may have issues

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