#posie fic

[josette-park]

Josie shakes her head in frustration, “I don’t know why you can’t just be nice to people.”

“And I don’t know why you let everyone walk all over you,” Penelope shouts, “I guess we’ll never understand each other again.”

“We never did,” Josie says as she turns around to walk back to her room. She sees something moving towards her and everything goes black.

K: Kidnapped

The next installment of the alphabet series is here!

[ruthlessness69]

some tiny spoilers for far future scenes from "The man and the sea" :3

Tsundere Ody is life~

forgot to mention: Poseidon is in his more-humanlike form cause he wants Ody to be comfortable and has insecurities about his appearance

[madame-fear]

Someone reported NINE TIMES with content warning the Kuku sexting fic I uploaded yesterday 😭

I suggest that if you don’t like it, don’t read it. It already has warnings of suggestiveness & mentions of smut in it. Everything I write takes me a great deal of effort & time. Thank you very much. ♡

[yuukimiyas]

g’mornie pals!! *⸜( * ॑꒳ ॑*)⸝* im wishin you all the best things on this lovely tues!! i’ve been busting my lil bunny butt wrkin so i’m sorry i was gone this wknd :’< BUT im makin you all a lil breakfast treat for bein the sweetest city friends a girl could ask for :3 careful!! they’re hot & fresh out the oven!! ( ͜♡ ･ω･) ͜♡ have a v lovely day!!

[rawpastamoth]

I've never posted Edgestar, have I? I made him as a joke but I ended up loving him. He's Homestar's "edgy" clone.

(Second to last image inspired by a post by @/redpenship)

[handonshipper]

I genuinely think season 5 of Legacies would have been really good, especially for Handon. Despite how season 4 went. I might end up starting a fic. And seeing if it can get me out of my insanely long writers block

[tessellated-sunl1ght]

One unexpected but fun outcome of me writing Fallen London fanfics is that I can actually trace my in-game progress with what I wrote my character doing.

[screebyy]

The most fucked up thing about this project is I started writing it the second we got the Jolyon radio message thinking I could finally envision the nice happy ending resolution for Jolyon but then the next week bungy was like actually what if the torment continues [zaps your twink into another dimension]

[mollywog]

Thanks for posting that Posy story! It was super cute!!

The thrill of thinking about a story AND then being able to find it!

And because I did find it, I’ll link it again -> Ensuring the Enduring Happiness of Katniss Everdeen by @gamesmakers

Anyone else part of the Posy I-think-you’d-be-pretty-in-any-color Hawthorne fan club?

[apinchofm]

Demon Dog - part of Kutumbam

Newton hates Anthony and he will try to win him over.

taglist:

@angel-starbeam @spitefularmand @alrightsnaps @livingonfanficseyra @lizzibennet @hptriviachamp   @datsusara84   @jeanvanjer   @goodqueenalicunt   @katesharmasheart   @viscountessevie   @waterlilyrose  @harnitbee @selinasdalton

[bri-to-the-future]

I know i dont usually post these challenge fics every day on here, but since the prompts are specifically bttf themed im making an exception

[crispyjenkins]

geraskefer "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

this fic is really really heavy, in ways none of my other works are, so please read the following warnings closely even though i don't actually talk about any of those heavy things in this excerpt this is, however, a story that's very near and dear to me and i really love the world building i've done with it so far, and am actually almost done writing it but it's over 40,000 words and just wanna talk about it 😭

inspired by of music and motion and love (and it’s companion piece) by writethroughthenight on ao3.

warnings/tags: implied/referenced/off-screen sexual assault, canon-typical violence (non-sexual tho), stregobor-typical human experimentation, implied and canon-typical fantastical racism, implied/referenced torture (like it’s not really torture but it’s not NOT torture y'feel?), jaskier whump, no post-mountain geralt vilification, poly-heavy like this is very much a poly fic, minor mind/body control but no outright possession, good valdo marx, jaskier is the sandpiper, angsty but very much with a HAPPY ENDING

 She sighs and lets him kiss his cheek before ushering their strange little party out the door and down a servants’ passageway to the stables. To his relief, it’s just their means of escape, and they don’t actually have to deal with smuggling a horse or two; despite knowing she’ll be back the next time Geralt buys a chestnut mare, Jaskier still mourns whatever current Roach Geralt had to have left behind somewhere between Cintra and Temeria. 

  Also in their favour is the fact that everyone here is quite used to sneaking and hiding for their lives, so it’s quick work to move through Wyzima’s dark streets towards Dandelion. Any time Jaskier has to do something Geralt or Yennefer don’t expect (paying off a watchman here, steering them around patrols there, and even whistling a short code to one of the side business’ other Birds to allow them through a locked gate to cut through someone’s garden), Jaskier feels their curious and considering stares at his back, Yennefer’s with grudging admiration, and Geralt’s with slightly-accusatory guilt. 

  Whatever, Jaskier doesn’t owe Geralt anything, least of all an explanation for his unexplainable skills.

  Luckily, he only has to kill one person during the trek, one of Foltest’s soldiers that recognises Geralt as they pass, and Jaskier doesn’t have time to hesitate, flicking a terribly-thin throwing dagger from his left sleeve with enough force to stick it through the soldier’s throat to the hilt. After he retrieves his dagger, Geralt is back to not looking at him at all.

  They reach Dandelion in just over an hour thanks to shortcuts and an old smuggling tunnel, arriving at a small two-storey cottage in a relatively nice area of the city, with no distinguishing features except a single paper Dandelion in a vase in the curtained front window. Jaskier leads them around to the back (the front doors of all the safehouses are sealed and barred, with magic and wooden slats both), and uses a small burst of his own magic to unlock the door to the cellar.

  He makes sure everyone enters ahead of him, closing and relocking everything with the same touch of chaos that has Yennefer’s nose twitching, then ushers Destiny’s Trio up into the cottage properly.

  It’s sparsely decorated, it’s not exactly meant to house anyone for more than a night at most, but the warm wood furniture and whitewashed walls are actually quite cozy, if Jaskier says so himself. Amused, he watches understanding dawn on everyone’s faces when they see the collection of paper dandelions tied together on the kitchen table.

  Yennefer turns to Jaskier. “Dandelion is the safehouse?”

  “Of course, my dear witch!” Flouncing into the kitchen, he quickly —though not quite painlessly— unslings his satchel to drop it onto the table next to the dandelions. “So are Buttercup, and Chamomile, though in your defense Poppy is very much a person.”

  “Jaskier.”

  He winces, taking a deep breath before finally meeting Geralt’s golden eyes for the first time since he’d burst into Triss’ infirmary. Do Cirilla and Yennefer realise just how much emotion their stoic witcher is showing right then? Pain in the clench of his jaw, confusion and the fear of that confusion held in the tension of his shoulders, worry in the lines of his pursed lips?

  Fuck, this is why Jaskier never wanted to see Geralt again, because he remembers when Geralt used to look at him with that much emotion all the time, back before Yennefer fucked her way into both their lives, back before Geralt had lost them both.

  “Geralt,” he murmurs tiredly, sagging to lean on the back of the chair.  “Why do you have multiple safehouses?” The ‘Why do you need multiple safehouses?’ goes unsaid.

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[mooburger]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NoPixel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Troy Donahue & Anthony Murphy (NoPixel), Troy Donahue/Grognak the Destroyer (NoPixel), Grognak the Destroyer/Anthony Murphy (NoPixel), Grognak the Destroyer (NoPixel)/CDD (Call Me Kevin RP) Characters: Troy Donahue (NoPixel), Anthony Murphy (NoPixel), Grognak the Destroyer (NoPixel), Posy Florian (NoPixel), CDD (Call Me Kevin RP), Rocky (Call Me Kevin RP), Steven Hayes (NoPixel), Sherry Paie (NoPixel) Additional Tags: Minor Violence, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, she/her pronouns for grognak, like 90 percent a gen fic but there is that other ten percent, no beta we die like men Summary:

Before they disband, Troy catches Anto’s eye. Troy knows the emotions he feels are not his alone, knows that they both feel the same way. That pain, it’s there for both of them but… “We’re gonna be alright,” Troy’s sure of that fact. The pain will pass. And even if Grognak doesn’t come back, they’re going to be alright.

“Yeah,” Anto agrees, “We’re gonna be just fine.”

[arrthurpendragon]

⌨️ + Under a paper moon

Posie could still remember the joy radiating from Lily’s smile five years ago when she got her letter and she only wished the same happiness for herself.  No one at her primary school liked her.  They all thought she was odd.  Strange things always seemed to happen, especially when she didn’t want them to.  Of course, Posie had never breathed a word of those strange things to anyone.  She was to scared to disappoint anyone in her family.  Then again, compared to Lily, the only thing she could be was a disappointment.

The front door opened behind her, nearly knocking Posie off the stoop.  But she managed to catch herself and looked up at the figure towering over her from behind.  “What are you doing, darling?” her mother asked as she reached a hand down to help Posie to her feet.

Posie couldn’t meet her mother’s eye.  She couldn’t tell her mother the truth - that she had been desperately waiting for someone from Hogwarts to finally show up with a letter for her.  The same thing she had been doing practically all summer long.

Mrs Evans sighed and wrapped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “What about a trip to the park?” her mother suggested.

She couldn’t tell her mother that no one would want to play with her.  As far as her mother knew she had loads of friends.

[pippytmi]

So I'm suuuper late to the Posie fandom (so obsessed, so sad i missed out on it while it was happening) and came across your fics on tumblr and ao3. I know you've moved on but just wanted to say they're SO SO GOOD and thank you for writing them!!

oh my god that is SO kind of you to say 😭 ... i was truly obsessed when legacies was airing i was there on the CW app after each episode aired (it was that serious). unfortunately when penelope left the show i stopped watching legacies & it killed my desire to keep writing for posie 💔

but im still very 100% obsessed with my AUs for them make no mistake...can i interest u in a snippet of an unwritten chapter of the lemonade mouth au that i love:

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Josie drops her phone. “What the fuck?” she says, because she knows that voice. In a flurry, she abandons her computer (likely to MG’s complete and utter confusion) and stalks over to her window; when she yanks back the curtains, none other than Penelope Park is waving back.

“Hey,” Penelope says through the glass, as if this is completely normal. “Can you let me in? I’m about to fall off your balcony.”

“What the hell, Penelope?!” Josie cries, fumbling to unlatch her window before anyone outside notices. (Or, worse, calls the cops.) “What are you doing?”

Penelope hoists herself over the windowsill with relative ease, but still stumbles on her way inside. “Well, I was going to ring the doorbell,” she says. “But I didn’t want to risk any other Saltzmans answering the door.”

“You should have texted me if you wanted to come over,” Josie says, hurriedly shutting her window the second she can. “My dad and Lizzie aren’t even home, so—wait. How do you know where I live?”

Penelope brushes off a few leaves that have wound up in her tousled hair, throws a self-satisfied grin in Josie’s direction. “I have my ways,” she says. When Josie merely raises an eyebrow in response, she admits, “Fine, it was Landon. But don’t tell him I told you—he was freaking out over it being a betrayal of your trust or something.”

“Okay, forget that, why did you decide scaling a building was the easiest way to get here?”

“It seemed a lot more romantic in my head,” Penelope admits, still half-sprawled on the floor as she combs through her hair with her fingers. “You know, like in the movies?” She glances around, taking in her general surroundings. “Nice room.”

Josie flushes, suddenly quite aware of the state of her bedroom. It’s not messy by any means, but certainly not fit for company. “Thanks,” she says stiffly, and quickly gathers her songwriting materials off of her bed.

“Are you guys a shoes on or shoes off kind of house?” Without waiting for an answer, Penelope begins to unlace her boots, casually stretched out on Josie’s bedroom floor like any of this is normal.

“Off,” Josie replies, slow and confused. “Penelope, seriously…why are you here?”

Penelope sets her shoes aside, then casually raises herself off the ground. “Well, Hope was busy,” she says. “So I figured I could see what you were up to.”

“What if my Dad had been home?” Josie demands, and Penelope merely grins.

“I could’ve pushed his buttons and gotten to see you, so a win either way,” she says. “Even if from afar, while he calls the cops on me.” 

“You get more ridiculous every time I talk to you,” Josie says, but her face grows warm, and Penelope tilts her head in that knowing, smug way that should not be as attractive as it is.

“I like your room,” Penelope moves on, already ambling over to the bookshelf to peek at the titles, then towards the jewelry stand that Josie's mom bought her. “Very you.”

Josie is physically unable not to blush—especially when Penelope sits on her bed. “You know, a normal person would call first,” she says. “Or give some kind of warning.”

“And ruin the surprise?” Penelope smirks. Her hair shifts as she leans back, and damn it, the hairstyle is cute; it frames her face in a way that is too distracting. “Besides, you know it would've been too funny to watch your dad lose his shit.”

“You're unbelievable,” Josie huffs, immediately losing any sense of attraction to this asshole. “I already told you he's not here, so you can slither back to wherever you came from.”

“I thought we were friends now, Jojo. Can't I visit a good friend?” Penelope says. 

“No, because I know you,” Josie retorts. “And I know you probably have an ulterior motive.”

Penelope smiles, unnervingly knowing. “A girl needs to have her secrets,” she says. “But I might be willing to trade a few in exchange for something.”

[rachelillustrates]

Orctober 2023, fourteen

Once again on the prompt list!! Day 14, “Duality.”

Going a little personal with this one – whether in Tock’s realm, in Arda, or anywhere else, I’m always gonna be caught between the Orcs and whatever small, earth-aligned fae are also around. Featuring Runav/Ruby and Datura Took from my fic “Corundum Solanaceae.”

(They’re married ❤ )

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