#the one [ONE] requirement for me to ship characters is asking myself “would it be funny?” and the answer being yes

[jazz-kity]

seclara forever

[angie-long-legs]

hellaverse artwork!

hello! I am a hobby artist looking to raise some funds as I am once again in a tricky financial situation. here is a little explanation, but feel free to skip - includes discussion of pet illness/death, disability, and financial hardship.

vet bills and a reduction to my monthly benefits have left me without money until the 16th, as well as owing £90 to my partner just to be able to pay my rent. the pet in question unfortunately passed away this morning, so I am not in great shape emotionally, and the cut to my benefits is due to my partner getting a new job, which is wonderful but unfortunately means we are entitled to less. I am currently unable to work due to disabling mental health conditions, and although I am very keen to get a part-time job again, and without going into detail, a myriad of circumstances have made it impossible for me to make this a priority at this time. any money earned from art commissions would go towards paying back my girlfriend, buying food for myself, my partner, and our pets; paying for my therapy and the travel costs and upcoming bills.

to avoid this post becoming ridiculously long, my info, rules and prices are under the cut.

prices

$25 - half body sketch, no colour

$30 - full body sketch, no colour

$35 - half body line drawing, no colour

$40 - full body line drawing, no colour

$50 - half body line drawing with colour

$60 - full body line drawing with colour

$60 - a set of 5 roleplay icons fully lined and coloured with expressions entirely of your choosing (see: the three molly icons included in my examples)

these prices are regarding a drawing of one character, but I will do multiple characters in any of these specifications for an additional $5 without colour, or $10 with colour.

I can also take requests not within these specifications, and we can work out a price! especially if you would like to commission something under $25 - I would be more than happy to figure out a way to accommodate this.

rules and information

I draw primarily hellaverse characters (clearly angel is the one I have the most practice with!), but I would be happy to consider characters from other fandoms.

all ships are welcome as long as they don't involve kids or inc*st.

ocs are also welcome, but be prepared for me to ask for a lot of supporting information and references in order to do your character justice, as well as potentially taking a longer time to complete the project.

regarding nsfw content, I won't draw genitals or sex scenes. suggestive content (ie. the sketch of angel in bdsm gear included in my examples) is fine if you are over 18.

please allow me a few weeks to complete your commission, possibly longer for fully lined and coloured pieces. I work slowly! if you would like to see progress during this time, just give me a message, and I will be happy to show you where I'm at.

payment will be via paypal, and I ask for a $10 deposit upfront just to weed out any chancers. the rest of the payment will only be due once I have delivered your completed commission. if, for any reason, I am unable to complete your commission, your deposit will be refunded.

I will also require an email to send the finished pieces to.

I am within my rights to refuse any request for any reason.

I retain the copyright to the art you purchase. what this means is that you are buying is the digital product, which you may display with or without credit (though credit is always appreciated), but not the right to reproduce or distribute that product.

please feel free to dm me if you have any questions!

[selfshipdatabase]

🌹Selfship Database Introduction!! 🌹

Hello, everyone! Inspired by other blogs such as selfshippersfromthissource and there being blogs with this kind of gimmick in the past, I wanted to try my hand at this—making a carrd that functions as a database sorted by source/fandom. While it can function as a way to find selfshippers in the same source or just wanting to see if someone ships from a certain source, I’d also like to see which sources are the most common within selfshippers!

Please reply/reblog/send an ask if you would like to be included! I will not include anyone who does not give me this kind of confirmation.  And below read more will be some ground rules going forth for this blog :-) of course, things can change as this database evolves, but these are the guidelines I am currently following!

1- While I understand this can and will impact results, I ask that those will label themselves as proshippers dni for my own personal comfort. i have no desire to entertain or be neutral toward incest, rape, pedophilia, whatever on my own blog. i have no desire to entertain people shipping with minors while they’re adults, rapists, fascists, pedohpiles, etc. While I try to stay in the know, I cannot simply know everything, so I will always assume 100% good faith unless I have proof otherwise. I can remove people from the database. However, outside of these reasons, unless you personally request to be taken off, I won’t ever remove anyone.

2- I will also refrain from including the following sources on my blog/database— countryhumans, hetalia, attack on titan, your boyfriend/boyfriend to death, the coffin of andy and leyley, degrees of lewdity, harry potter. Other than whatever is listed and anything that may apply to the first one, everything else is on the table. Whatever’s listed can be changed, but I would rather not blacklist a lot.

3- As there are some things that I won’t include and there’s some boundaries in place, I understand fully this won’t be a fully unbiased/100% accurate database. While I would like to see the data and to combine my interest in this kind of subject with selfshipping, this is purely for fun and a side project for me. Please do not use my blog as some kind of factual source (I mean, it’s a tumblr blog, so no matter… it’s not one lol) and please keep things lighthearted.

4- A source/fandom will be listed whenever there's two selfshippers for that source. Exceptions may apply if certain sources/fandoms are requested. Though, I won’t accept every request if there’s not enough selfshippers for a source.

5- For simplicity and not overworking myself, for this database, I will only include romantic and queerplatonic f/os. Queerplatonic f/os will be noted as such with (QP) by the character's name. If you want to he included, all I ask is there to be a public f/o list somewhere accessible on your blog. You don’t have to send it to me as long as it’s linked somewhere easy to find on your blog.

6- For the time being, some media will be lumped together, examples being Marvel, DC, Disney, Slashers, Tim Burton, etc. Some may be given their own section if there’s a notable amount of selfshippers for a certain media in that category and/or by request potentially.

7- For any updates to people’s f/o lists, I will try to schedule times where I personally look through them again and make any changes to keep the database current. It’s not required at all, but any heads ups would be appreciated! 

8- Anonymous is turned off for asks for my own comfort. If you send an ask that you don’t want answered or would like to have your url cropped out of, please include it SOMEWHERE in your ask, either at the end or beginning will work. Also, currently, messages are turned off. They may be turned on in the future if need be. Unfortunately, I cannot see shadowbanned blogs. Please be aware!

9- Please note that I am one person. I am also a selfshipper, a non-sharing one at that, but I am hoping to be able to push through if that ever comes up in order to make this database. There may be days where I’m not active on this blog or answering asks. Please be patient with me!! If I ever decide to step away from this project, I will make a clear post that states that exactly.

10- Now, as I am dealing with a large part of the community, I understand the risks that could occur with something like this. If something bad was to ever occur from this database (drama in general, me dealing with any strong negativity), depending on the severity, I will shut down this project. Especially if others are harassed for something. I do not tolerate harassment at all.

I may add more or remove some aspects in the future. For now, the carrd will be public with the sources in alphabetic order. Then, the urls and characters said selfshipper ships with will be in each section. Suggestions are welcomed for things I could add or change! Though, I may be picky with what suggestions I take to stay on task for this database.

[querulousmegapode]

Just, Drumknott is such a fascinating character.

Just the way that he’s described as having no discernible character and the fact that that’s a significant part of his professional persona that he’s cultivated. Just that he’s spent time turning himself as much into nothing as anything. That he moves silently, like a ghost, or is so quiet that people forget that he’s there. That he’s expected to listen in to conversations.

Just that so often he’s there in the background, mentioned as standing or sitting while Vetinari speaks.

He’s a ghost when Vetinari requires him to, dry and deadpan when Vetinari pulls him into their double act (especially with Moist), professional and sensible in most capacities.

But then in solo scenes you realise that he has so much character after all. Picking apart grammar in an entirely casual way when faced with a threat (when you say don’t nobody move), almost rude as he cuts off William (I think I don’t have to talk to you), embarrassed after getting stabbed, enthralled with the new steam engines. Even around Vetinari you get scenes like him agonising over misfiling that all show that he clearly *does* have this discernible character.

Just that his artifice has worked so well that it bleeds into everything. His attributes are essentially never described. He has no canon appearance. His discworld companion entry just mentions his lack of discernible character. We know essentially nothing about his life outside of work other than that he lives in the palace. In terms of family, all we know is that he has a singular nephew. Even William forgetting to ask for his age means that we know very little about him beyond him being ‘young’ (and that can’t possibly still be true by the end of the series).

Of course, a lot of that is stylistic, but I still find it interesting.

I also find it fascinating to consider those times that he appears colder. Part of his position involves appearing as a united front with Vetinari and Vetinari acts in certain ways to upkeep public opinion of him as a tyrant or just generally acts in morally questionable ways. This is, of course, half of what I like about him, but I keep finding myself considering Drumknott’s part in that.

Showing Moist the newspaper headline and commenting ‘innocently’, despite knowing that it’s likely going to make him fearful for his life. Arriving at the hanging and delivering the message about the false reprieve, again just toying with Moist. Standing there silently as Vetinari tells Mr Pump to break one of Moist’s fingers.

I’d love to get inside his head in that moment. Of course, Vetinari *doesn’t* break any of Moist’s fingers and I think he might be a different character if he had. But he can be ruthless and I’d love to know what Drumknott thinks about that. I presume he correctly guesses that Vetinari is teaching Moist a lesson.

He is, of course, very loyal and genuinely believes that Vetinari is not a tyrant. Working so closely beside him he is able to see past the persona that Vetinari puts up and in a scene where he is uncertain about Vetinari’s meaning he is described as usually being adept at understanding Vetinari (paraphrased).

I think for me this is a lot of the appeal of Vetiknott as a ship. These are both such deeply odd individuals, couched in layers and layers of artifice but ultimately they both understand each other. They understand putting Ankh Morpork first and devoting yourself to a life where you will never be thanked. Devoting yourself to a city that would much rather spit in your face than acknowledge your efforts. Being deposed and poisoned and shot for your troubles. Even Drumknott gets stabbed just for being there.

This is a dangerous, thankless, unrelenting job but every day they wake up and do it and that’s what I love about them.

I think that a quote from a DictionaryWrites fic sums this up best for me.

This is the best either of them could hope for.

[a-certain-romance]

Face the Consequence pt1

Characters/Ships: Ruan Mei x fem!reader Warnings: Smut written by a minor, Dumbification, scissoring, some fingering,

A/N: We’re almost at 600!! Yipieee!!!

As a longtime scientist working with the Department of Ecology, you were one of the first people to hear about Ruan Mei’s newest involvement with the space station. You didn’t know much about the true reason for why this genius appeared out of the blue. But what you did know is that her actions earned her a small debt.

As a small favor for Herta, Ruan Mei was asked to help deconstruct the makeup of a new plant species that sprouted in the ecology department. You first discovered it when it suddenly sprung up in the one of the department’s hydroponic farms. Neither you or anyone else knows how or why. Its peculiarities and rumored side effects require the project to be kept under the wraps until further notice. With your knowledge and expertise, Herta recommended you to work alongside the esteemed scientist until further notice.

Sure, it was a gamble. This particular member of the genius society wasn’t exactly known for her use of ethical practices. Yet, it was you who was recognized for the task. How could possibly pass it up? It was the perfect opportunity to give your career a leg up above the others and be the first to observe and experiment this new species, maybe even put a name to it.

The two of you spent a lot of time in the labs and it slowly became obvious to you why the is was kept hidden from others. Every time you were around the plant for too long you started to feel dizzy. You’d experience odd symptoms when encountering it for prolonged exposures—nothing life threatening— but concerning nonetheless. Perhaps some of the plant’s properties were allergy inducing?

Ruan Mei always looked fine. Though, there were some peculiarities you noticed as well. She always observed you for a little too long. You could try to understand her habits from a scientific perspective, but sometimes it felt like she was downright undressing you with her eyes. The awkward moments of accidental physical contact didn’t help either. It was obvious there was tension, but you would be the last to address it.

That is until a little accident occurs. An accident created by your own clumsiness. Who would’ve thought that a little swipe of your hand would fill the lab with foreign pollen?

The side effects were instant. You felt dizzy again, but from a different kind of emotion. And judging by the glazed look in Ruan Mei’s eyes, you weren’t the only one.

“Aeons, there we go. Feels so good, doesn’t it?” With your right leg against her shoulder, she rubs her pink, dripping pussy against your own.

“You’re so adorable when you’re all fucked out like this. All because of me” she groans. It only encourages her to double her efforts. The lab echoes with the hurried squelches of your cores sliding against each other.

Like a madwoman, her nails dig sharply into your hips as she rubs feverishly against you. Despite her being the one dominating, her sighs of pleasure overcome her. Her hips stutter from how good you feel against her. “Been wanting to have you for so long. You’re too tempting to just be my lab assistant.”

Ruan Mei grabs your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. “I’d make you my pet if I could. Steal you away from this station, give you a better purpose by my side.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being my little plaything. I could have you all to myself.” she rasped. “All to myself, all mine to fuck and destroy. C’mon, let me ruin you..” with loud moans from both of you, you both cum at the same time. She cries out, her grip loosening the slightest bit as she moves off of you.

Before you can move or say anything, she slips her fingers right in. “Ah, you’re a little tight. It’s no matter. I’ll have plenty of time to break in my new toy…”

[reticenceofladyeva]

So I'm standing around canning jam and watching Zutara AMVs from a million years ago. As one does.

The last time I watched most of these, I was fifteen and watching them through embedded YouTube links on Facebook, so they wouldn't show up in my internet history. 2012 was a much simpler (but angstier) time.

I'm not going to call that time a golden age, because I'm not really certain that it was, but there was something magical about the period before we knew what LoK would be, when the comics were still finding their footing and were fairly ignorable. Stormbenders was still the greatest thing since sliced bread, no questions asked, and Dante Basco was regularly posting on Tumblr (even if it was mostly about Homestuck).

Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining about the way things are now. We have Once Around the Sun, and the art keeps getting better. All the same, I've been shipping these characters for 14 years (outing myself as a fandom old lady), and today I'm feeling some type of way.

So if you too find yourself canning jam, or some other activity that doesn't require a lot of abstract thought, I encourage you to hit the YouTubes. Track down El Tango de Katara and that one where someone tries really hard to make the trailer for Tristan and Isolde work. Relish the fact that you won't have to wait for the videos to buffer.

Maybe even read Stormbenders. Or Dynasty of Storms. Or Gods and Monsters. Or Tempest in a Teacup. Just because I haven't seen anyone recommend any of these in ages and I love all of them.

Or don't do either of those things. It might just be really late at night and I've inhaled too much stove exhaust and nostalgia. Who's to say?

[raayllum]

Um… Sorry, I know you’re really into Claudiez, but would you think it’s possible that Terry and Claudia could get back together (sometime??? In the future)…?

Like, Terry waits for her to ‘come around’? How potentially viable do you think the option is?

Oh I also love Clauderry!! (and half the fun of shipping is multishipping, anyway). No apologies or hesitation required <33 Claudiez is also supremely a crackship even if it's slightly more plausible in arc 3, but there's no way in hell it's ever happening and that's part of what makes it fun, too

And I think your question is a good one! It's one I asked myself after S7 because while a few things for them happened that I'd been waiting for, it also hadn't gone the way I'd thought.

For example: Since I went into the season thinking there'd be at least a 5 year timeskip in between arc 2 and arc 2 (three years minimum, but five or more felt right) I was already expecting a big chunk of time to pass in between.

This meant I was thinking that either Terry would leave (first) and Claudia would near the end of the season after him, OR neither would leave Aaravos but it'd be made clear Terry was staying with her partially to mitigate damage, and he'd leave early on in arc 3. Don't get me wrong: I wanted/hoped (esp from an aged up Claudiez shipping lens) that they'd break up, and would stay broken up for longer than half a season, and that seeing them apart for Years would be interesting but... surely I wasn't going to get my dream scenario?

And yet here we are, with Terry and Claudia presumably broken up for 7 years. That is a Long time to be broken up for, especially since they're ideologically opposed to the degree that they are. Rayllum lasted 2 years after dating for a shorter time than Clauderry (they had like 2 months; Clauderry probably had 6 months to a year, maybe 1.5) but while certain cultural values and choices weren't matching up, they've never been super ideologically opposed (at least not on the same level to wind up on opposite sides of a war Again). I'd be very interested in an arc where Terry and Claudia grow independently and end up single and/or with other people.

That said: I think it's pretty close to 100% sure that they're gonna get back together before the end of the show.

This is for a few reasons:

1) We are primarily invested in the relationships / the parts of the characters' lives we get to see. We're going to see very little, ultimately, of Terry and Claudia's time apart compared to all their time together (i.e. 4 seasons) and that's going to stick More (and therefore be more relevant) in the audience's minds/memories.

2) Claudia's end of season 7 character design. I want to do a proper breakdown of all of it, and a bigger meta about her character design changes over the show is sitting 1/4th finished in my drafts rn, but I think her prosthetic from Terry is really important from a symbolic standpoint. Whether she wants to or not, Terry is a literal part of her and she is literally carrying a symbol of his love for her with him.

We see her abandon dark magic as a literal crutch in favour of trusting his prosthetic can bear her weight in 6x03, and the symbolism of her throwing away her staff to run and hug him instead. While I think perhaps Callum could end the series (like Viren) without formally/permanently giving up dark magic, I don't think Claudia can, and she'll have to as part of her redemption arc.

On that note, we also have how the prosthetic Terry made/gave to her (as a sign of faith that she'd return to him, and she did, I might add) originally bore more of his colours — brown and green — and how it changes, mostly, to black and blue once she gets her dragon armour.

I do wonder about the blue because unless it's an indigo slant, it's not a colour Claudia has been associated much with so far, but maybe that'll change. We also see that the bulk of the leg has changed, but not all—some original part of it, and Terry, despite Claudia possibly wanting to pretend all of it has been changed/removed, is still there with her.

So Claudia's symbolic coding and her despondency at "so you've given up on me?" with Soren shows that she does still want Soren (and Terry) to Care about her, even if she's not yet willing to accept what that care demands and looks like.

That's her side of things — what about Terry?

3) Terry shows clear continued love and concern throughout the season, including spelling out the biggest piece of evidence for him keeping his love for her in their breakup scene.

But first, just a nice little collection of parallels and indicators:

Now that that's out of the way — onto the actual breakup scene dialogue.

CLAUDIA: I know I should've told you, I know. But Terry, I've done so many bad things before and you know they were for good reasons. What's different about this? TERRY: Because you didn't trust me to make my own choice. You used me. You've never done that before. It's not how you treat someone you love. It's not how you treat any person. And if I let you treat me that way, I'm not sure I can really be me anymore. CLAUDIA: You're always you. You're being so you right now. TERRY: No. Aaravos said that this would change me, but I love myself the way I am. And if I let myself change to someone I don't even like, I'm not... I'm not really the person you fell in love with anymore, am I?

Terry refuses to stay and be fundamentally changed by Claudia and Aaravos' deception. He doesn't want to become someone he likes, and scaffolds that if he did stay and become that person, he would no longer be the person that Claudia loves. Therefore, by leaving, Terry remains the person that Claudia loves. And, as demonstrated in the screencaps above, he starts and ends the season still loving her, which means that Claudia is the one who has to find her way back to him, and she will still find the Terry she fell in love with close to 8 years ago by arc 3's time, waiting for her.

I could see them only getting back together near the end of arc 3, mind you. I'm expecting it'll probably take 1.5 seasons minimum for Claudia to pivot and start her atonement arc in earnest, and I think they'd probably have a season long arc (for those sweet S4 Rayllum parallels, and to give them both an interpersonal plotline) of getting back together, especially because a Lot has changed and will continue to change.

But yeah, I have little doubt they'll be endgame, at the very least ending the show (discounting any kind of epilogue) with a tentative but tender and steadfast, "What do you say we try again?" handhold and look if not like, kissing and couple-y things.

What it would take for me to buy that they'd Stay together their whole lives, I think I would need Claudia to demonstrate to Terry's face how much she views on elves have changed and make it clear that — unlike throughout their entire relationship — she's no longer exceptionalizing him. I could see that being a big part of her arc, but Viren's atonement arc addressed only interpersonal issues, not necessarily the devastation he brought to Xadia/Lux Aurea, so it could go either way. I think Claudia and Terry will end up together regardless of what's focused on in her atonement arc, and I think I'd still prefer to explore fic/fanon wise how divorce could affect them / endgame with other people (Corvus for Terry, Ezran for Claudia) BUT as far as canon? They're endgame, and I'm sure they'll live long happy lives together

[nekoannie-chan]

The Last Mission

Title: The last mission.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Stucky X Reader.

Word count: 474 words.

Square: I1 “HYDRA”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve and Bucky saved you.

Major Tags: Hostages.

Additional tags: My entry for the @stuckybingo Stucky Bingo Round 6 (Card SB6065).

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

I don’t give any permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in other languages (I translate my work myself) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this). I did them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and don't steal it. Some people here make dividers that anyone can use; mine is not this type, so please look for the other people's dividers. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

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You had been waiting to hear from Steve and Bucky. You knew the missions were not easy, but you were confident they would survive the war. You never imagined that afternoon would be any different.

The sound of an approaching engine brought you out of your reverie, but it wasn't the familiar sound of Steve's jeep or the sound of Bucky's boots coming through the door. The front door opened violently, and a dark shadow crossed the threshold. Before you could react, a group of men in dark uniforms and HYDRA masks burst into your home. There was no time to scream or defend yourself. They pinned you down quickly and forcefully.

“That's her. It's Rogers and Barnes' partner.”

They dragged you out of the house. As you were taken to their secret base, worry for them consumed you. Where were they? Would they be all right?

Meanwhile, Bucky was in a small military camp, but he was captured, just like you. With his hands tied and his face covered, he could barely see what was going on around him. It all happened so fast that he didn't have time to try to fight back.

“We know what you are, Barnes,” said a HYDRA agent. “Don't think you can escape. We'll keep you here until Rogers comes to save you, but it won't be for free.”

Hours passed, and when Steve returned to camp, he quickly learned of their disappearance. Never mind the mission or the time he had lost. All he could think about was you and Bucky.

He infiltrated the base. His teammates followed him, but Steve knew that, without you and Bucky, there was no mission worthwhile. They moved forward quickly, shedding HYDRA's guards like shadows.

“Are you ready, buddy?” asked one of Steve's companions, aware of the importance of the mission.

“Yeah, for them,” Steve replied firmly. He didn't plan to lose them. He didn't plan to lose the people he loved.

Hydra's men tried to stop them. He headed straight for the area where your and Bucky's cells were located.

When he finally saw you, a cry of relief escaped his lips. You knew he would get there; he always did. Steve took you in his arms as he cut the ropes that kept you bound.

“We made it,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I'm here. I've got you.”

You hadn't heard the explosion that had sealed the entrance to the base. You didn't know that Bucky had also been freed, but when you saw him come to your side, words were surplus to requirements. Bucky's hands rested on your shoulders. “We've got you. We're not letting you go.”

There wasn't much time. HYDRA had alerted his entire team, and they knew the rescue had already begun. Steve, Bucky, and you had to get out of there, and fast. As you ran through the corridors of the base, Steve kept you close behind him while Bucky covered the rear.

When you reached the base entrance, another explosion lit up the night sky. Steve pushed you towards the jeep while Bucky shot the last of the soldiers.

When they finally reached safety, Steve wasted no time. He walked over to you, taking your hands. “Never again. Never again will I let you go.”

Bucky hugged you on the other side. “I promise you. We won't let anyone separate us.”

[demigod-shenanigans]

Force of Nature

Summary: After Scipio’s Death, Reyna finds herself full of grief that she has very little idea how to give room to. Piper makes space for it.

Word Count: ~8k total, split into two parts due to POV and tonal differences, first part is around 6k

Rating: Teen and Up

CW: animal death (off-screen), explorations of grief

Written for my friend @halcyon-hyacinth as a belated birthday gift. Also my first proper Pipeyna fic, which feels very fitting considering she’s the one who got me into this ship in the first place.

This started out as a Pipeyna hair braiding fic and kind of spiraled into an exploration of Reyna’s relationship with love as a whole (something something Reyna as a character who loves so much but is also terrified to let herself feel; something something Piper as a character who is fundamentally centered around love and feels everything all the time).

This is specifically pre-relationship bonding set in a universe where Piper and Jason broke up after Jason met Cupid (more info on that and a few more oneshots from the same universe can be found here, but having read the other fics in the series is not required to be able to understand this oneshot). Jason is tagged because Reyna’s relationship with him is explored, but Jason as a character doesn't actually appear in the fic. I also made myself very upset about Scipio.

Anyway! That’s enough rambling from me! I’ll probably post the second part of this on tumblr tomorrow, but the whole thing is already up on Ao3.

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Chapter 1

Reyna needed to keep it together. Usually, this was not a task she particularly struggled with. Considering how her powers influenced the people around her, keeping her emotions in check had been one of the most important skills she’d taught herself. She couldn’t afford to let her fears and doubts bleed over into her troops mid-battle, after all.

But even years of learning to control herself could only do so much now that Scipio was nothing but gold dust between her fingers—indistinguishable from the many monsters Reyna had fought over the years, like he hadn’t been so much more.

Scipio had been the first friend she’d made after Circe’s Island.

Hylla had slotted right into place with the rest of the Amazons, but even in those early days, it had been obvious Reyna would never be at home there.

She’d spent the first week aimlessly wandering their headquarters. She still remembered stumbling into the massive hall of Amazon returns, filled to the brim with random boxes and magical items. 

Reyna had barely paid attention to most of it—her eyes had immediately been drawn to a cursing Amazon in the middle of escorting the most majestic creature she’d ever seen out of a ridiculously-sized crate. She should have been careful, but her awe had briefly overwritten the caution she’d learned to carry herself with, and so she’d approached, eager to find out what was happening. 

The Amazon had introduced the pegasus as Scipio, then spent a lot of time complaining about the difficulties of live pegasus shipping and how people should really learn to measure their stables correctly, but Reyna had only half-listened. She’d been too busy looking at the animal that had looked back at her with big black eyes, then gently lowered his head to nuzzle her cheek.

“Huh. Pegasi are usually really grumpy after shipping. He seems to like you,” the girl had said, eyebrows shooting up. “You wanna take over guiding him to the stables?”

Back then, Reyna hadn’t been able to control her powers the way she could now. She hadn’t even fully realized she had powers at the time. Now, she wondered if maybe Scipio had felt her awe and returned it in kind. 

Not like she’d ever get to ask.

She held the remnants of gold dust to her chest, just for a moment. She didn’t know how to allow herself this ache. Didn't know how to make space for this grief without bringing down a whole ship of demigods with her—a ship of demigods who the continued existence of the world depended on. That was far more important than her and Scipio would ever be. Her friend had not bled and died only for her grief to mess up everything they had fought for.

Reyna took a few deep breaths, then stepped closer to the railing and opened her hands.

“Farewell, my friend,” she said quietly, blowing the dust off her hands and allowing it to scatter in the river below. Poseidon’s descendant returned to the currents.

Reyna thought quietly to herself that maybe this was part of Venus’ curse—for anyone who’d grow to love her in any way that mattered to inevitably leave her behind. 

Reyna did not want to turn her back on Scipio for the last time. Did not want to face the world without her friend. But the only way she had left to move was forward, and moving forward alone was a concept she’d grown used to over the years. She no longer remembered how to be anything but a millstone around people’s necks that they eventually cut loose. She was not sure she’d ever truly known how to be loved as anything else.

Reyna willed her shaking hands to still, but they would not. 

She was dreading to see the way her grief might have spilled over and affected the others. She turned regardless.

Reyna was surprised to find the deck of the ship almost deserted. The others had returned shortly after she’d arrived, asking her questions her brain hadn’t had the space to answer. Someone—through the haze of grief, she couldn’t remember who—had gently pressed a few ambrosia cubes into her hands. They’d eased Scipio’s pain, even if they hadn’t saved him. Reyna was grateful for that.

She hadn’t questioned why the noise around her had died down. She’d been too focused on Scipio to really think about it.

But now she found herself almost alone with her grief. 

The only collateral was Piper McLean. She was leaning against the mast, messy hair moving in the wind. She was covered in cuts and bruises from a battle Reyna hadn’t witnessed, but she stood tall and proud, every bit the daughter of a goddess who symbolized love and war and victory each. 

Reyna wasn’t sure how much of her inner turmoil Piper had felt, or what she’d say. From the very beginning, it had been hard for Reyna to get any kind of reliable read on Piper.

Maybe this shouldn’t have been surprising. She was her mother’s daughter, after all. Love was a force of nature—as inexorable and violent as it was beautiful—and it frightened Reyna more than most battles she’d fought.

Powerful, her mind had supplied when she’d first met Piper—arm linked with Jason’s, a smile on her lips and a dagger strapped to her belt. Dangerous, it had whispered when she’d first heard the magic in her words, and again when the crew of the Argo II had fled New Rome, as she watched Piper confuse dozens of well-trained soldiers with nothing but a few well-chosen words.

Now, her smile was friendly and her eyes were kind, and Reyna didn’t know what to make of that, either.

“Where is everyone?” she asked cautiously, quietly cursing herself for how watery her voice sounded. She needed to keep it together.

“I figured you’d want some space, so I sort of told them to scram,” Piper admitted, sounding almost sheepish. Reyna knew the way her voice sounded when it was infused with magic—knew all the ways the right words from the right person could twist someone’s mind—but there was no power in it now. “I didn’t stay to watch, for the record. That’s not- that would be weird. I just came back up to check on you,” she scrambled to explain, and Reyna was surprised to find that Piper seemed… almost nervous. “To ask if you, uhm, needed anything. Is there anything I can do?”

The alarm bells Reyna’s brain usually set off around her quieted down significantly. She allowed herself to consider the question, but regretted it almost immediately. There was only one thing she truly wanted, and it was an impossible ask.

Reyna wanted Jason. Not the version of him that was on this ship—the version of him that had left her, the way everyone always seemed to. Not the version of him that only remembered her in fragments. She wanted the Jason who’d been her best friend for three years. The Jason who'd known Scipio since her first day at Camp Jupiter, and who Scipio had bitten by way of hello.

The Jason that was here didn’t even know her. She had no hopes of him understanding her grief. No hopes of him standing next to her and holding out his hand—a quiet offer, the first time they’d had to light a pyre for a mutual friend, repeated at every funeral they attended after. Of sitting quietly on picnic blankets in the dark, both of them silent in their grief, but never alone.

Even if Reyna could have asked for him, she found she didn’t want to. She didn’t want another reminder of all that she’d lost. 

“I don’t know,” she thought. “I have no idea what I need.”

It was only when Piper visibly reacted, lips parting slightly, that Reyna realized with horror she must have spoken the words out loud.

“That’s okay,” Piper said gently. “Maybe come below deck for now? You’re probably exhausted. It might be nice to just sit down for a moment, and you can figure things out from there.”

Reyna took another deep breath, then nodded. She was relieved Piper didn’t press her to talk. They just quietly walked beside each other until Piper pushed open the door to what Reyna assumed to be her bedroom. 

Reyna allowed herself to sink onto the bed. The mattress was much softer than the ones she was used to, but she found she didn’t mind all that much. Piper had been right—she was exhausted.

She willed herself to take steady breaths, trying to fill up the aching hollow in her chest with air. She needed to focus on something—anything—else.

She made herself look around, trying to blink back her tears. 

The room was tidy-ish, in the way the bunks of certain members of the legion were when they’d learned there’d be a barrack inspection fifteen minutes before it happened and had hastily shoved all their belongings out of sight. 

There wasn’t a ton of furniture. Aside from the bed she was currently sitting on, there was a bedside table, a small desk and a closet that someone (most likely Piper) had shoved the desk chair in front of in what Reyna assumed to be an attempt to keep the doors from bursting open and spilling whatever she’d stuffed in there all over the floor. 

Despite its newly acquired semi-clean state, the room was anything but empty. As temporary of a home as it was, Piper had obviously put great effort into making it look lived-in. 

Most of the floor was covered by a huge teal carpet. A stack of CDs took up most of the bedside table. The walls were decorated with a bunch of random trinkets: things that looked like cheap souvenirs and several posters for games and movies Reyna had only vaguely heard of, along with a bunch of photographs. Some were framed and clearly older, showing a younger Piper with a man that Reyna thought looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t pinpoint where she’d seen him before. There were several more pictures that were obviously more recent and looked like they’d been taken with a cheap instant print camera.

A shot of Piper and Annabeth at a campfire. Piper with a boy that looked around her age and a girl that was clearly a few years younger—her siblings, maybe? Piper and Leo pulling faces at each other. A series of pictures that had clearly been taken in quick succession: Piper sitting next to Jason who had an arm wrapped around her, followed by a blurry shot where a moving figure had squeezed into the space between their shoulders, followed by another shot where they'd moved apart to make space for Leo. Reyna’s eyes lingered on a picture of Jason with some sort of white goop in his hair and what appeared to be ketchup and salad bits sticking to the front of an orange camp shirt. He was smiling so widely that she almost didn’t recognize him. Reyna’s chest ached.

“Food fight,” Piper explained, unprompted. “We had to give Jason a haircut after because there were a bunch of marshmallow bits stuck in his hair that even my siblings couldn’t get out.” She snorted. “Leo’s gonna try to take all the credit when asked, but between me and you, that was entirely my fault.”

Reyna tried to fit her Jason into this picture—a Jason that was kind, yes, but also serious and reserved and always a little sad—and found that she could not. Her eyes welled up again. She tried her best to swallow down her tears.

Reyna hated herself for this. For looking at this picture of Jason, happy, and the way she couldn’t help resenting him just a little. For wanting to resent Piper and Leo for taking her best friend away from her. 

Piper’s kind, easy smile made her sick with guilt.

“The idea of Jason participating in a food fight is strange to me,” Reyna admitted tersely. He wouldn’t have, had he still been her Jason. But it grew more and more obvious that the best friend she’d grown up alongside was gone—most likely for good. “A praetor of Camp Jupiter needs to lead by example.”

“If it helps: Leo and I had to bully him into it. He ended up having a great time, but he insisted on cleaning up afterwards because he’s a dork.” Piper laughed. “You should try it sometime.”

“I…” Reyna was going to tell her that this wasn’t going to happen, but her words tapered off when she caught a glimpse of herself in the porthole window. Her armor was a wreck, dented and showing signs of corrosion, barely hanging on by one very worn shoulder strap. The shirt beneath was torn and bloody, and her hair had come entirely loose from its usual neat braid and was completely disheveled. “Gods, I’m not exactly doing a great job leading by example either, am I? I look like a mess.”

“I mean, I think you look amazing,” Piper said immediately, then went red in the face, hastily clearing her throat. “For someone who flew across an ocean on a pegasus, I mean. That must have been exhausting, and somehow you don’t look any worse than I do when I roll out of bed in the morning.”

“I-” Reyna hesitated, then shook her head, scolding herself for being silly. “Do you have a brush I could borrow? I need to fix my hair.“

Perhaps it was a stupid request, but if there was nothing else she could control, she at least wanted to look like herself again, even if the fresh wound on her heart meant she’d never quite return to being the person she had been before this journey.

“I could get you some fresh clothes, too, if that would help.”

“That would be appreciated, but-” Reyna started, glancing suspiciously at Piper’s closet.

“My clothes wouldn’t fit you,” Piper said, a little too quickly. “I can steal something from Annabeth, though. Your armor looks rough, too, but Leo could probably fix it, if you’d let him.” She chewed her lip. “He feels horrible for what happened in New Rome, by the way. He was taken over by an Eidolon. He didn’t mean to-”

“I know he didn’t do it on purpose.” Reyna sighed. She’d grown up surrounded by ghosts. The concept of possession wasn’t exactly new to her. 

Right after the attack on her home, Reyna had been furious. But even back then, a part of her had realized that what she’d felt was not entirely rational. She’d been looking for reasons to distrust and resent the people who had changed her best friend, and she’d foolishly allowed that to cloud her judgement. She should have known better. Should have figured that there was something more going on, and that no version of Jason, no matter how different he was, would have returned with people that he considered a genuine threat to their home.

But she’d let her temper—which she tried so hard to control, and which was so much like her father’s, sometimes, that it terrified her—get the better of her.

She knew better now.

“So you’ll let him fix your armor?” Piper asked, still looking unsure. “I know it seems like he never takes anything seriously, but Leo’s great at what he does. The Fates chose him for this quest for a reason.”

“I’ll take your word on that,” Reyna said, reaching for the one strap still holding her armor in place. Piper and Leo were not the enemy. They were Jason’s friends. Piper had been nothing but kind to her since she’d landed. She could at least try to trust her in return. “The armor hardly provides much protection in its current state, anyway.”

Reyna struggled to unbuckle the strap of her armor for almost half a minute because of how badly her hands were still shaking before Piper gently asked “may I?” and did it for her, hand lingering on Reyna’s shoulder just a little longer than necessary.

Before Reyna could think too hard about this—about the weird tingle the touch sent through her body—Piper moved back, awkwardly clearing her throat.

“Wow, your shirt is wrecked.” She looked Reyna over, expression quickly turning concerned. “Is that your blood?” she asked, staring at a dark splotch on the left side of the shirt that had previously been partially covered by the armor.

“I-” Reyna hesitated. “I’m not sure, actually. It might be.” She carefully put her hand on the spot and winced. “Yes, definitely mine.”

“Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.” Piper shook her head. “I’ll be right back.”

~~~

Reyna wasn’t sure how it happened, exactly. Wasn’t sure at which point she’d decided this was safe. But when Piper returned with a change of clothes and bandages, Reyna let her take a look at the injury—a large claw mark she had probably sustained in the same fight that had severely injured Scipio. This also explained why she hadn’t realized it was there. Ever since that gryphon attack, she’d been so preoccupied with worrying about her friend and trying to give him the strength to carry on that any concerns she might have had about her own health had been pushed into the background.

Piper gently disinfected the wound with a bit of nectar and bandaged it up, then offered her a cube of ambrosia that tasted so much like the brownies at the bakery that Jason had always dragged her to on breaks that she almost broke down.

Despite this, Reyna felt better, bandaged and wearing fresh clothes. Piper had even made sure that the shirt she borrowed was purple. 

But that still left the matter of her hair. Reyna wanted her hair fixed. She needed to look like herself again, even if she wasn’t sure the person that had left on this quest still existed after everything she’d been through. She needed to take back at least a little control in order not to come apart entirely.

But her hands—the same hands that had held the knife that had ended Scipio’s life before the poison could overwhelm him—would not obey her. They just wouldn’t stop shaking.

Reyna couldn’t stop thinking about it—about the way Scipio had looked at her unflinchingly when she’d raised her pugio, nothing but trust in his eyes. 

“He was grateful, you know,” Piper said quietly. “That it was you. That he managed to bring you here safely before he collapsed. I don’t speak horse the way Percy does, but love… I’ve never needed words to understand that.” Piper paused, then amended, “not for platonic love, anyway. Romantic love… yeah, I’m kind of garbage at that. Don’t tell my mom. She’d probably disown me.”

This time, Reyna realized Piper was trying to make her laugh. Or if not laugh… maybe at least spare her the discomfort of having to address how thoroughly the words had shaken her. She just moved on to a lighter topic while Reyna was still processing what she had said, not forcing her to share anything that felt too private to voice by letting the silence stretch between them.

Somehow that made it easier.

“His name was Scipio,” Reyna said quietly, trying to breathe past the lump in her throat.

“Like the Roman general?”

Reyna nodded. “He’s had that name since before I met him. But I nicknamed him Skippy, because his coat was the color of peanut butter.” She closed her eyes. “He was my friend. I don’t know if I ever told him that.”

“He knew. Animals are smart like that.” 

Piper held out her hand for Reyna to squeeze. Reyna had no idea how she knew to do that, and maybe that should have scared her, but her fingers found Piper’s regardless. It felt nothing like it had with Jason. His hands were calloused from years of fighting, large enough to make Reyna’s seem small in comparison and always a little too cold. Piper’s hands were warm and soft with short, chipped nails, and they fit into Reyna’s own perfectly.

For a moment, they just sat there, a serene quiet settling over the scene. It felt almost like it had with Jason. It also felt so completely different from how it had been with him.

Reyna barely knew Piper. Being in her presence shouldn’t have been as comforting as it was.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?” Reyna finally asked, breaking the silence. “You barely even know me.”

“Because it seemed like you could use a friend,” Piper said, like it was that simple. “Besides, you flew across the Atlantic Ocean by yourself, despite the dangers, based on nothing more than a note. You’re brave, and stubborn, and you want to do the right thing, even when the odds are stacked against you to a ridiculous degree. Kindness is the least of what you deserve in return.”

“I…” Reyna swallowed. “Would you do something else for me, if I asked?” she continued before she could talk herself out of it,

“Anything,” Piper said immediately. 

There was no magic in her words, but the sincerity in voice made Reyna’s head spin. 

“Could you braid my hair?” Reyna hadn’t asked this of anyone in years. Not since Circe. Not since Hylla. But proud as she was, she couldn’t do this by herself. She held up her free hand, which was still trembling. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Usually I’m not…” She trailed off.

“I can’t promise I won’t be awful at it, but I can try,” Piper told her with a smile. “But if you get to make fun of my disastrous hair braiding skills, I’ll need you to do something for me, too, okay?”

Reyna froze. Her hand in Piper’s suddenly felt clammy. 

This was it, she supposed. She’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. But she’d maneuvered herself into a corner—foolishly allowed herself to let her guard down with someone she barely knew. She’d felt safe. And now she was trapped.

“What is it?”

“I know it won’t be easy, but try to be gentle with yourself, okay?” Piper said, squeezing her hand before she slowly untangled their fingers and reached for the brush that she’d placed down on her nightstand earlier.

“I- what?”

“Our reactions to death aren’t rational because love isn’t rational. You feel a lot right now because you love your friend, and suddenly all that love has nowhere left to go.” The brush went through Reyna’s hair in gentle strokes. “It’s okay to let yourself grieve that.”

Reyna wasn’t sure what sort of request she had expected, but this one was both kinder and more impossible than anything else Piper could have asked of her.

“I can’t promise you that. It’s not something I’ve ever been good at,” Reyna admitted. A part of her chided herself for telling Piper this, but the rest of her found it was likely that this was obvious—if not to everyone, then at the very least to Piper.

“I don’t need a promise. Just tell me you’ll try.” 

More brush strokes. Piper’s hand in her hair, holding it up as she worked on section after messy section in a rhythm that was almost meditative. It stung less than Reyna had expected. 

“I will.”

“Good.” More brush strokes. A moment of silence. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but… what was your favorite thing to do with Scipio?”

Reyna didn't even have to think about it.

“Sunrise patrols. They weren’t a necessity—there are guards on watch at all times, making sure the area is secure—but I usually wake up early, and Scipio liked getting to stretch his wings first thing in the morning.” Reyna wiped at her face. “New Rome never truly sleeps, but there is something so peaceful about the city at night, when most of the lights have been dimmed because the demigods who live there have returned to their families. I liked being a part of that. I liked knowing we were keeping people safe. No place has ever made me feel safe and welcome like Camp Jupiter has. New Rome is the first place where I truly felt like I belonged. Seeing another sunrise with my friend by my side, feeling the wind in my hair and the sun on my face, knowing we were making sure that people like me had a future and families to go home to… that meant something.” Reyna sniffled.

“That’s beautiful.” Piper’s voice was warm. 

“Scipio always got super grumpy when I missed those early morning flights. Sometimes me and Jason were sorting out praetor duties late into the night and I dozed off and didn’t wake until the sun was already up. Always took at least one apple and two sugar cubes for him to forgive me.” Reyna realized that now that she had started to talk about Scipio, she found it hard to stop. Her eyes were welling up with tears once more, and she couldn’t find it in herself to swallow them down again. It had been years since she’d last allowed herself to cry like this, especially in front of another person. Weirdly, despite how much she’d dreaded it, Reyna felt nothing but relief. “Didn’t really work for Jason, though.”

“You tried to apologize to Jason with sugar cubes and apples?” Piper asked, clearly struggling not to laugh.

“What?” The thought was so ridiculous that Reyna almost smiled. “No, I meant Scipio wouldn’t accept them as apologies from Jason. Those two never got along.”

“That… makes a lot more sense.” Piper snorted. “Also doesn't really surprise me. The pegasi at Camp Half-Blood aren’t very fond of him, either. Percy says it might be because they’re descendants of Poseidon and he’s a child of Jupiter.”

“That probably doesn’t help, but Jason is also just not great with pegasi. He tried to pet Scipio’s wings when they met. Immediately got himself bitten, and Scipio never forgave him.” Reyna shook her head. “You don’t touch the wings of a pegasus. You just don’t. The wings are super sensitive, so it causes them stress and can even hurt them. It also completely messes up their grooming, which they take very seriously.”

“Really? And they’re still okay with taking people on their backs, despite how close they get to their wings in the process?”

“Only if they trust you or have been trained for it. And not being careful of their wings when they’ve allowed you to sit on their back is the fastest way to get yourself thrown off.”

“Was that also an experience Jason made?” Piper asked, chuckling. She had apparently finished brushing Reyna’s hair, because Reyna could feel her sectioning it off into parts with both hands now. “Also, fair warning, this might take a minute. I’ll probably have to start over a few times. It’s been ages since I last braided my own hair.”

“That’s alright. I don’t mind.” Sitting with Piper and telling her about her friend, Reyna felt strangely at peace. Talking about Scipio made her heart ache, but it also made warmth spread throughout her chest. Her breaths came a little easier. Her hands didn't tremble quite as badly. Besides, Piper was a great listener. “To answer your question, Scipio would never have allowed Jason on his back, especially not once he learned Jason could fly himself. The only exception was when Jason got himself injured or knocked out, and even then it was begrudgingly. But when we were scouting out Mount Othrys at the end of the Titan war, we figured it would be good to have an additional set of eyes, so we asked Gwendolyn. Her and Jason were centurions of the Fifth Cohort at the time, but more importantly, she’s a legacy of Apollo with the eyesight and aim required for archery. Not quite so good at figuring out how to fly a pegasus, as it turned out.”

“Oh no.” Piper laughed. “Was she okay?”

“More or less. We ended up taking one of the other centurions along and I made sure to instruct them properly before they got onto Scipio’s back. Scipio forgave Gwen more easily than he did Jason, but Gwen also has a very sunny personality, so it’s hard to stay mad at her.”

“Well, if she’s a legacy of Apollo, I guess that makes sense,” Piper joked. Reyna groaned. “Sorry, I’ve clearly been spending too much time with Leo. His terrible sense of humor is starting to rub off on me.”

“You two seem close. Have you been friends for a long time?” Reyna had never really wondered about that before.

“We’re actually not sure.” Piper sighed. “We went to school together for a few months before Jason showed up, but when he did, the Mist really messed with our heads. Convinced us we’d been friends with Jason for months, and that I’d been dating him for a few weeks. It was really confusing, finding out those memories had been made up on the spot. I’m still dealing with the aftermath.”

“I had no idea. I knew Jason and Percy had suffered memory loss, but it didn’t even occur to me that you and Leo might have been affected.” Reyna wrung her hands. She felt terrible that Piper had had to go through this. She felt worse about the fact that she almost found it comforting—to talk to someone who shared an experience Reyna had convinced herself no one else would ever understand. “How did you… deal with it? With having a best friend that you shared no memories with?”

Piper’s hands were still in Reyna’s hair, undoing another attempt at a braid she apparently wasn’t satisfied with. 

“It was weird. And it hurt, finding out we’ll probably never get those first few months of our friendship back. But Leo is still my best friend. A few messed up memories aren’t going to change that. Besides, we’ve made a bunch of new memories since.” Reyna could feel Piper starting the braiding process over from the roots of her hair, gently pressing the topmost part of the new braid against her scalp. It felt nice. “Memory loss or not, Jason still cares about you. He misses you. I know he does.”

“Not in the way I spent years wishing he would,” Reyna said quietly. “But I knew that he would never see me like that long before Juno sent him on this quest.”

Venus’ prophecy rang in her ears, like it so often had around Jason. You will not find love where you wish or where you hope. No demigod shall heal your heart.  

Piper shrugged. “Honestly, that’s his loss.”

Reyna almost choked. “I’m sorry?” 

“I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re gorgeous and brilliant and a great leader. Anyone would be lucky to have a girlfriend like you.” Piper cleared her throat. “Anyway, I just. I think you’re really awesome.” She sounded a little embarrassed.

“I… thank you.” Reyna was glad Piper was still working on her braid, then. She wasn’t sure she could have met her eyes at that moment. “And I owe you an apology. I’ve seen how charmspeak can affect people, and it made me wary of you—unfairly so. We’re lucky to have you on our side. I’m grateful that I met you.”

“Thank you.” Piper’s voice sounded a little shaky as she spoke. “Also, I’m done with your braid,” she said, right as Reyna felt the hair tie pulling taut. “It’s not perfect, but I’m not sure it’ll get much better than this, honestly.”

She handed Reyna a hand mirror, explaining that she’d also stolen that one from Annabeth. Then she moved away from where she’d been sitting, scooting over until her and Reyna were sitting side by side at the edge of the bed

The girl who stared back at Reyna looked strange. She was obviously exhausted. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. But she did look more like herself now than the reflection she’d caught in Piper’s window earlier. Her posture was a little straighter, she wasn’t wearing a wrecked shirt that was covered in blood, and her hair was no longer a disheveled mess. The braid wasn’t nearly as tight and neat as Reyna would have made it, but it still made her look and feel more like herself.

“You did well.” Reyna smiled. The only thing that looked truly out of place was the very colorful hair tie that definitely wasn’t the one she had been wearing when she’d gotten here. “But I don’t think that’s my hair tie.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” Piper rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “The one you had looked like it might snap in the next gust of wind, so I figured I’d use one of mine. I use these more as accessories than I do for my hair, so all the ones I have are pretty colorful. If it bothers you, I can go see if Annabeth-”

Reyna waved her off. “No, that’s alright. I don’t mind. Besides, I think you’ve spent quite enough time in other people’s closets for my sake.”

For some reason, that made Piper burst out laughing. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“I’m not sure I understand the joke.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Piper waved her off, though she still looked amused. She looked Reyna over again. “Different question: I’m scared to even ask, but when was the last time you slept?”

“I’m… actually not sure.” Reyna and Scipio had taken a brief break in Split after finding Jason’s message at Diocletian’s Palace, but it wasn’t like they’d been able to take a lot of rest stops while flying across the Atlantic, and with Scipio unable to rest, Reyna hadn’t felt like it was fair for her to sleep. Besides, she’d had to be on guard for monsters. 

Once they’d crossed into the Mare Nostrum, the monster attacks had just gotten worse. Besides, they’d had a trireme to catch up with. The more breaks they took, the more likely it had been they wouldn’t make it in time.

“That’s not an acceptable answer,” Piper told her, an eyebrow raised. “You should sleep for a bit. Give the ambrosia some time to work its magic.”

“We don’t have time for me to-” Reyna started to protest, but Piper didn’t let her finish.

“Nope. You look like you’re about to fall over, all of us just got out of battle, and Percy and Annabeth just came back from Tartarus. We’re allowed a few hours of downtime before the next war council,” she told her in a voice that was decisive and commanding enough to rival any decent praetor, even without charmspeak. “You can have my bed. Unlike you, I’ve slept a few hours ago, so I’m still good at the moment.”

Reyna opened her mouth to protest again, but Piper just shook her head and grinned at her. “Don’t try to fight me on this. I’ve wrestled Leo out of his workshop before. I can and will take drastic measures.”

She pulled her blanket up over Reyna’s knees.

“Fine.” Reyna figured she might as well resign herself to her fate at that point and let herself sink down onto the mattress. The exhaustion that had been getting worse since she’d landed fully overtook her the moment her back hit the mattress. Within seconds, her eyes were drooping.

“The world will be much easier to save when you’re not on the verge of passing out, trust me,” Piper told her, pulling the soft blanket up all the way. “You’ve been fighting your way here for days. You can rest now.”

Weirdly, Reyna believed her. No charmspeak required.

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Some notes:

-Piper braiding Reyna’s hair has been sitting around in my idea folder for ages. I assumed it’d be a solid 2-3k word count when I started writing it. As you can tell, that, uh, did not work out for me. I hope that’s to the fic’s benefit, though.

-This was my first time writing any fic majorly featuring Reyna, and it was also my first time doing a Reyna POV, both of which is terrifying. New character voices scare me. I’ve started and gotten stuck on a whole number on Pipeyna fics throughout the last year specifically because I got nervous about writing Reyna. Before this fic, I had written a few snippets in her POV that I really liked, but never a whole fic, so this was a pretty major exercise in pushing myself out of my comfort zone and finally actually doing the thing. I did end up having a lot of fun with this, and I hope I ended up doing okay.

-Canon never really explores in-depth what exactly changed between Piper and Reyna for Reyna to go from being wary of Piper to suddenly trust her pretty much blindly at the end of BoO (which isn’t a surprise, honestly, a lot of stuff gets hand-waved in HoO), and this universe isn’t quite canon, but I thought I’d give explaining it a shot anyway.

-Since I didn’t want to go too far out of my comfort zone, there’s a little extra bit of content featuring Leo and Piper being goofs. Specifically: I mentioned in Lean on Me (which, fun fact! Was my first ever pjo fic and was posted almost exactly a year ago today. Isn’t that wild?) that Piper teasing Leo about his crush on Jason was payback for him giving her shit about Reyna, so while I was at it, I couldn’t resist actually writing out Leo giving Piper shit about Reyna. That scene was very fun to do, but since it’s a different POV and a very different tone from the first chapter, it made sense to split them. As mentioned above, I’ll probably post that part tomorrow.

Anyway, thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Comments super appreciated!

[daddy-issues-subscriber3]

Warning....NSFW material ahead. By reading this, you certify that you are not a minor and legally an adult. (18 years of age or older), and consent to viewing adult-themed material on your own accord . All characters depicted herein are fictional adults aged 18 years and older. An original writing by Kiddmandu2. 

First Things First

(TW::: Taboo Romance, inappropriate relationships, intercourse, creampie, alcohol)

   Anyone that owns their own home knows that being a homeowner is a dubious task. It's especially tasking, when you own an older home like we do. There is always something breaking, needing fixing, or requiring an update.

   As the man of the house, it is my job to fix all of the things that break. By me being handy with tools, it saves us a ton of money hiring contractors to come in and fix what's broken. 

   Yesterday, the kitchen sink started leaking from the pipes underneath. Naturally, we use our kitchen sink everyday. We didn't have the option of waiting for a plumber to come in and fix it. I went to Home Depot, got the required pipes, fittings, seals, and tape that it would require to fix the job. 

   I walked into the house carrying an array of bags and boxes. My wife Mel (Short for Melinda, but don't ever call her that...she'll seriously kill you), was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. As she saw me walking in, with my arms full she asked "That's a lot of Bags, Did it cost a fortune"? 

   I responded with "Plumbing is never cheap honey". As I placed the bags down on the kitchen floor.

   "Are you going fix the sink now"?  She asked.

   "That IS the plan, but you know how plans love to get screwy" I responded, taking off my coat. 

     "Ok then, I'll let you be, I'm going to go and watch the rest of my movie in the bedroom" She said, turning off the TV, and grabbing her glass of wine. 

   "Okey doke", I replied. As I grabbed a pipe wrench, got down on the floor, and slid on my back beneath the sink. 

   "So…When my big strong Mr Fix-it is done fixing the sink, meet me in the bedroom and I'll pay you in full for a job well done" She said, obviously flirting but also sort of slurring her words. 

   It was eleven o'clock in the morning and she was already slurring her words? Aye yi yi. I just shook my head.  "Sounds good Love" However, if there was one thing I knew about my wife, it was, the more she drinks the hornier she gets. I was feeling horny myself, and the promise of some nasty dirty fucking later on was definitely something to look forward to.

   But first things first… 

   Mel, left the room, and I hastily got to work.  The repair wasn't an easy job, and it took forever. One rusty fitting screwed everything all up. I had not intended on spending my whole Saturday working on this sink. I grew increasingly more frustrated as the job progressed. I used "Sexy time" (as Mel calls it) as motivation to get the job done. Thoughts of a really sloppy blowjob or doggie style sex drifted in and out of my head as I worked away. 

   Melinda is my second wife, and I am her, second husband. Her daughter Cara, is a 20-year-old college sophomore that lives with us, but is a product of her first marriage. Both Mel and I, are in our 40s, but we are both in good shape, and young at heart. In a time when all of our married friends, are always complaining about a lack of sex, no intimacy, and sexual dysfunctions in their marriages, I am happy to say that Mel and I still have a very active sex life. On Any given week, Melinda and myself probably fuck 3 to 4 times a week, with lots of oral sex and handjobs in between to fill in the gaps. We are both really horny people, that like to fuck.

   As I toiled away beneath the sink, it must have sounded like I was building a rocket ship to everyone and anyone with earshot. Banging on pipes, hammering, and cursing at the top of my lungs. I admit, I was ready just to say “Fuck it” and to call a plumber to complete the job.

   That's when I felt something tugging on the button to my jeans. The first thought that ran through my mind was “the more she drinks the hornier she gets" and I smiled wide. My zipper dropped and so did my pants and boxers. I was now naked from the waist down on the floor of my kitchen.

   “Whoa. Whoa Whoa baby.” I protested. "What if Cara comes out to get a drink or something? What if Cara sees”?

    No response. Well, no audible response anyway. Instead, the response I received was my cock being inserted to her warm wet mouth. Sucking on it. Slurping it. Licking and rolling her tongue all over it. The feeling of her warm, wet, mouth on my cock quickly whisked away any inhibitions I may have had. Instead, I just relaxed and enjoyed the oral pleasure I was receiving.

   Naturally, my cock grew hard quickly. Once fully erect, she began to suck and Bob up and down on my cock. “What's the matter honey? Couldn't wait"? I asked. Again no answer, apparently she could not because she increased her pace, and started to use her hand in conjunction with her mouth. She sucked me hard and fast. Her mouth felt amazing. The soft silky flesh of her mouth's interior, grazed over the head of my cock again and again. The sensation was fantastic. 

    “She must really be drunk and horny because she is really going at it” I thought to myself. Mel was really going to town and sucking my dick with reckless abandon. In fact, she was blowing me with much more zest and enthusiasm than she normally would. 

   For as long as I've known Melinda, she has never once deep throated my cock. She has a terrible gag reflex. Deep throating was definitely Not something she enjoys and actually, despises it. She would not try ever… ever to do it.

   That's why it was so alarming when I felt the head of my cock slip into her throat. While it felt so good and like a dream come true, I immediately knew something wasn't right.

   I looked up from beneath the sink, and look down my body. To my utter shock and disbelief it wasn't Mel that was sucking my cock,...

   It was Cara!!!

   “Cara!!! What the hell are you doing!!!" I asked in a loud whisper.

    Cara said nothing and just continued to deepthroat me, choking herself on my cock. She stared right into my eyes as she took me deeper and deeper. Tears welled In her eyes, from gagging and a lack of oxygen.

   As amazing as it felt, and how much I wanted it to continue, I told her to stop.

“Cara, What are you doing? We can't be doing this! What about your mom?" I asked.

  Cara did indeed stop sucking my cock. She removed my dick from her mouth and looked at me with a smile, and said “Mom is passed out in your room. This is something I've wanted for a long time. I think you've wanted it too. Am I wrong”?

   I did want Cara. She was a beautiful young lady with an incredible body. Fit, sexy, great tits and an amazing ass. What was to not want? Yes, she was my stepdaughter, but she was sexy as fuck. There were many times she made my cock hard and served as masturbation inspiration.

   “I have yes. For a long time now. But.. but.." I was at a loss for words. I stumbled and stammered terribly.

   “Shhh Daddy" she put one finger to her lips. “Just Go with It and it will be our secret". Cara said as she slid up my body. Straddling me. She was wearing a very short skirt, that she pulled the front up to reveal a beautifully shaven pussy, with tight lips, and a larger than average clit that was clearly visible.

   Cara smile down at me and she grabbed a hold of my cock and lowered herself upon it. Her eyes grew wide as my cock into her, and her young cunt stretched around it.

   “Ohhhhh fuck....that feels good", I groaned as Cara's pretty pussy slid down upon me.

   “Do you like that Daddy” she asked in a mock innocent baby talk accent, as she began to gyrate her hips. Rocking back and forth, and grinding herself down onto me.

   “Oh my God… yes” I responded.

   Cara increased her rhythm and decided to hump me quicker and faster. At one point, she stopped rocking, and started to bounce up and down on my cock. Both of us moaned softly as we both hurled toward orgasm.

   She lifted her shirt to show me her pretty titties, and I could not help but to watch them bounce up and down as she fucked me. My hands reached around and grabbed her ass, squeezing and caressing. Her tiny ass felt so good in my hands.

  Cara and I got completely caught up in the moment, but we both knew we were playing with fire. If her mom had ever woken up and caught us she would kill us. Maybe literally. However we fucked hard and fast for like 15 minutes. 

   During that time, Cara had several small orgasms, that caused her body to ripple and shake. That being said, she was building towards a Be all, end all climax.

   As was I.

  Without lifting herself off of me, and keeping my dick inside of her, Cara, turned her body around. She started to fuck me in the reverse cowgirl position. As she did, I watched her pussy engulf my cock over and over. Her asshole teased and winked at me, while her two ass cheeks flapped up and down. The visual of it was better than any porn video I had ever watched. It proved too much for me to withstand.

   “Cara… I'm gonna cum. Look out babygirl“

I groaned, alerting her of my impending orgasm, and letting her know to get off my cock.

   Instead of removing herself, Cara doubled down figuratively and literally. She pushed herself down, and forced my cock into the deepest regions of womanhood.

   I tried to protest, but it was too late. My cock exploded and flooded her young cunt with my cum. I groaned loudly as I throbbed and pulsated inside of her. Creamy jets of my sperm erupted from the tip of my cock painting the private interior of my young stepdaughter.

   Feeling her step daddy fill her with cum forced Cara’s climax as well. She rocked back and forth and shuddered violently “Daddy!! Daddy!!" Cara called out in pleasure as she came. 

   As we both came floating back to Earth, Cara did remove herself and stood up. She helped me from beneath the sink and to get to my feet. As I dressed, we talked about what just transpired, and how dangerous it was for her to have me cum inside of her. 

   “Don't sweat it Dad, I'm on birth control" she smiled and giggled nonchalantly. She leaned in and kissed me. "But I really like the feelingb of your cum inside of me”. She beamed.

   “You do know that this can never happen again. Right"? I asked.

   “We’ll see" She said with a sly smile as she walked to her room. I noticed a stream of my cum dribbling out of her and down the back of her leg. 

   That's when Mel appeared in the kitchen. “is sha Sink fixed"? She slurred badly. Her eyes drunken and groggy looking.

   "Almost" I responded. “Ran into a situation"

   “Whatever!!! I want you in the bedroom. Now!! I need to get fucked" My very drunken and horny wife demanded.

   I looked from Melinda,  back at the sink, and then back to Mel. Her tits heaving up and down on her flimsy top.

   The sink could wait.

   First things First.

An Original Erotic Story by

Daddy-issues-subscriber3

(Aka Kiddmandu2)

[operagirl]

This a poll asking some questions to the long term fan girlies. The ones who have been doing this longer than I have been alive. (Not a requirement) I have started reaching that age where some of my peers have started to get into serious relationships and few even married. I am a fangirl through and through have been since I was a kid with no less a passion for it then than now. I write fanfic, ship queer characters, buy merch and practically everything else that comes with being a fan girl. I’m starting to think about trying to put myself out there in the dating world but I would like to have a more realistic view of relationships and how they interact with fandom.

Thank you for answering. If this post gets a good response I might make some other polls with further questions. Please feel free to share stories and advice in comments below.😄

Please share, reblog and like this to help me get a better sample size.

[tailbitten]

Welcoming Post

God, ok, so this is not my main Dumblr account-- I sprang out one of my other emails to put this puppy together so that I could do the magical FOLLOW/FOLLOWBACK! I hate how you can't do that on side blogs. Meh.

I've been a huge fan of Journey to the West and it's fandom(s) for a loooong time. When we discuss rp, I'll probably talk to you about how I got introduced to it when I was eight-- fun, cute story, but not something I want to put here.

Thought I'd see what the RP scene was like on here, so here we are!

Details

-Journey to the West / Lego Monkie Kid / Black Myth Wukong (And more, I guess, these babies are everywhere) RP Blog

-20+

-Literate / Advanced Literate (Mun has a minor in English Literature)

-Can RP on Tumblr through threads, DMs, Gmail or on Discord (Please ask privately)

-WILL DO: Canon/OC, Canon/Canon, OC/OC; Doubling Up (For Canon/OC ships, you want a specific canon for your OC? I’ll expect the same in return.)

Things I Need

-Length Requirement; So long as you’re able to write at least a Paragraph, I’m satisfied. I can post upwards of twenty paragraphs if I’m scene building, but do not let that scare you off. I will never require you to match me unless you just want to. Please don’t feel pressured.

-Age Requirement; 20+, as previously stated. For certain situations, I may ask you to prove your age to me, and will provide proof of my age to you.

-I prefer to write in Third Person, and I would appreciate it if you did the same.

-Teamwork makes the Dream Work! I like plotting, and I LOVE Collaborating. We can make something amazing together if we just think about it.

-Communication; If you have an issue you need to discuss, let me know! Further, I like to make friends with the people that I write with, so OOC is much loved.

-Frequency; So, I work third shift at a Mental Hospital, and at a certain point of the night, I’m very, very active to try and keep myself from falling asleep at work. I will post a lot at night, and less during the day unless it’s my days off. I work on a Rotation, which I will inform you of when/if you contact me. It’s pretty easy to get accustomed to when I’m around. I can/will post multiple times a day, but this isn’t a requirement.

-Art; I will draw stuff in regards to our rps, but I will always ask permission, first.

-YOUR COMFORT IS IMPORTANT TO ME; Please let me know of your triggers, pet peeves, dislikes, etc. I don’t want to approach any subject that may make YOU uncomfortable. I appreciate this courtesy returned to me.

-NSFW Nonsense; Dark themes ahead! Further, if you want a romantic plot of some sort, I’d prefer a slow-burn. Lewds can be lead up to, but it will never take place on the dash. Always in private- assuming we write here on Tumblr at all.

MUSES;

Who I can/Will RP;

-Sun Wukong, Liu Er Mihou, Ne Zha, Erlang, Red Boy/Son/Whatever, White Bone Devil/ Lady Bone Demon/ White Bone Spirit (whatever), Spider Sisters/Queen, and many many more!!!

I have several OCs, some that are based on pre-existing novel characters who don’t get shown out in much else, some just pure OC.

I can write any gender, so please specify what do when we’re doublin’ up u3u

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this post, I appreciate you. If you have any more questions that this didn’t cover, the Rules and Character Info sections may help out!

[callizinc]

Not to be a hater, but while I understand why the majority of fans who ship coralena skip into the comfortably settled part of a relationship so they can make cute and fluffy fanart and fic surrounding the ship, I kinda wish more people didn't and just explored the "getting to know each other" phase because that would mean exploring the two fo them more as characters

Something that bothers me especially is that people make Coral too nice? Like when we first meet her she says things such as "am I required to talk to you" and "i guess if you're so desperate to talk to someone I can spit some words at your face", she is clearly uncomfortable and irritated with Ena, and perhaps she is that way with everyone seeing as she is new here and probably a little uncomfortable in her new place of employment, but that doesnt negate that she doesnt seem all that nice. She is, at best, somewhat polite, just enough to remain professional.

This isn't a condemnation of her character. It's a pretty reasonable attitude to have in her position, and it's one of the things I like about her, I just wish more people would take into account that Coral would not be comfortable with Ena right away and that they would have to build some level of professional trust between co-workers before they even become friends let alone romantic partners

But hey I'm aro what do I know

Also I like the themes of motherhood in the game and I do think the idea of Ena metaphorically giving birth as part of her job is fun and fucked up, however she would not be a good mother, if anything the circumstances she is in would prevent her from coming close to being a good mother, she would be baffled, irritated, confused and resentful of her child if the human board took a more conventional child like form

I saw some fanart of her poking a baby human board with a stick and that's the exact energy she would have

Anon this is such a beautiful ask to receive this is like Coming down the stairs on christmas day to look at a tree full of presents or whatever the hell else This was so. beautiful. Now I do not know if i have much to say myself because You truly said it all already, LOL The ask is just too fire, so just know. That this is so beautiful

I will say that sometimes i feel like I can count the amount of times i've seen like. In character Coral fan content on one hand . 😭 NOT LIKE THERE'S MUCH TO GO OFF SHE HAS LIKE 5 LINES BUT IT STILL FEELS REALLYYYYY DIRE OUT THERE LITERALLY ALL THE TIME 💀💀... SO I LOVE THIS ASK, And I think that's also a really true and thoughtful read on her character that i haven't really seen anywhere else :D!!!!

It also seems to me a case of Fandom Ignoring All Of Characters' Actual Personalities Literally At All To Make Ship Content. which in addition is synonymous with Fork Found In Kitchen. But i am also aro. And annoying. So what do i know either. Looks at you and shrugs

ANYWAY 😭. SAAAAY THAT. SAY THAT SHITTTTT!!!!!! YES.... YEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just know, no, WE just know That If we ever encountered a world where she did not Abort That Thang She would be drinking beer on the couch while the child is taped to the wall like that one image. She would be going "Can y'all watch him while I go smoke" on an Instagram live.

I'm so tired of making women characters into picket fence mothers in fan content, Where is the fanart of Ena making children cry because she tried to speak to them once and they knew her vibes were so awful they just instantly burst into tears

[red-blooded-terror]

Taking fic requests! Feel free to send an ask and I'll get to writing asap!!

Prompted by the upcoming deadline for a writing competition I'm entering, so I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing atm

Currently I'm focused on writing for media like TADC (main), Undertale/Deltarune, Stardew Valley, and a few others. If you're wondering about a fandom, my DMs are always open for questions about anything!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

Angst (light or heavy, hurt/comfort or no comfort, anything tbh)

Suggestive scenes/dialogue (NOT SMUT)

Fluff

Gen or romantic pairings (NO ROMANCE REQUIRED I LOVE WRITING GEN FICS WITH CHARACTERS BONDING OR HATING EACH OTHER OR OTHERWISE INTERACTING JHFEHORFIFHD)

WHAT I WON'T WRITE:

Smut (there's a fine line between smut and suggestive content, just so long as there's no graphic boinkin' I'll probably do it)

X Reader or OC (purely writing canon characters and may implements my own or take inspo from one for a background character or something relevant to the scene)

Proships

Convoluted aus - stuff like a body swap, human au, etc. are fine, just keep it realistic since I'm not pouring five hours of research into a 1k word fic lol

Kinger x anyone but Queenie (Checkmates has my heart, I can't bear to part them)

Anything I deem myself unfit to write, so basically I reserve the right to deny any request I'm uncomfortable with

My major ships atm for TADC + UT/DR include abstragedy, buttonblossom, checkmates, suselle, and alphyne (would take any papyton suggestions too I love those gays) but any ships (excluding those stated in the rules) are welcome and I'll try my best to accurately portray them!

Getting out of my comfort zone and practicing with new ships will help me a lot as a writer, so request whatever (and however much) your tumblr-addled heart desires~~

[godstrayed]

HELLO! I am currently looking for more roleplay partners & people to write more in-depth/plotted things with. This is a long winded post to just express the things I am looking for. PLEASE READ IN ITS ENTIRETY BEFORE INTERACTING WITH THE POST. And that being said, if you're interested give this post a little heart and I will approach you.

For starters, my name is Nic. I am 30. I've been writing for more than ten years with plenty of roleplay experience. I am a super introverted / antisocial person so sometimes I can come off a little dry or unapproachable but I promise I am nice x I just tend to know what I want and after being on tumblr for SO long find it easier for myself to be more concise about things to avoid miscommunication. I guess I am searching for 'mains' or just people I can focus most of my time and writing on, while integrating our muses/ideas to have a really nice plot going or multiple plots going!! <3

Things I am interesting in writing:

GENRES: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror, Romance & Crime. I ADORE anything dystopian or apocalyptic, tbh. TROPES: Enemies to lover, enemies who remain enemies, toxic / villainy depictions, nice one/mean one, etc. I am most interested in world building and developing a character/plot. FANDOMS INTERESTED IN: Stranger Things, The Walking Dead, Black Mirror, Scream franchise, Star Wars, Hunger Games, Marvel, Severance, K-dramas, The 100, The Old Guard, League of Legends, and many more tbh.

→ I enjoy unconventional things. Especially in regards to shipping. The more rare or unique the trope, the more interesting to me.

→ World building is essential. I want to develop my muses and build a world together.

I love shipping. I am super eager for cross-overs or aus. I am willing to make verses, ocs, or aus for a plot. At the end of the day, it's mostly about the writing for me. So I find that I am a super adaptable and flexible rp partner. I suggest take a peek at my blog to see some of my interests or just ask.

+ Not limited to solely these things listed or just my interests. These are just ideas to show some of the things I am interested in writing. But I would gladly take suggestions, ideas, or your interests too!

Things I am not interested in writing:

GENRE: Slice of Life (with some exceptions, just depends). OTHER: Untasteful/gross things. Super short things. Text threads (with some exceptions). First time meetings. Threads I am going to only write with a few times and toss away without further exploring a plot, if that makes sense. If we're only going to have one interaction and it's going to do nothing for my character development or the greater plot movement, yeah I am not interested.

→ Smut. Refer below for specifics about this one.

OTHER NOTABLE THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND: (Most, if not all reiterated in my rules.)

I prefer medium to novella/lengthier things. I am not interested in one-liners. That being said, I do not require anyone to match my length because I can be wordy at times. I only ask you to give me a reasonable amount to work with.

Be prepared to give as much input & effort as I am. I do not like coming up with an eternity of a plot. If all or most of the world-building comes from me I will likely move on and drop it. If I wanted to come up with something alone I would. But I prefer a more collaborative experience.

Triggers: I have none. However, I will not write anything that isn’t tasteful (or interesting) to me. I am perfectly okay with exploring dark themes but tend to stay clear of all the more gnarly things because that just isn’t my cup of tea. NOTE: I do not write smut. I can fade to black, imply, explore non-sexual intimacy but I am not interested in flat out smut. I can further elaborate my limit/boundaries.

I am not a fast replier but I tend to try to be reliable when it’s a thoroughly plotted thing. However, there isn’t any rush or need to be quick with me. People who plot and world build with me will have higher priority when it comes to replies.

Communication is key. If the plot is uninteresting, dragging along, or something isn’t your fancy let me know! I am super adjustable. If you’re no longer interested as well please tell me. I understand these things happen but prefer to be transparent.

I am willing to make ocs to fit a plot if so desired. Whereas I am not particularly a social person I would like to be on friendly terms with whoever I am writing with. We do not need to talk ooc daily but I would like to be comfortable. That being sending memes, inbox things or just random posts / musings relating to our muses!

I prefer to not write on discord. Solely on dash. I just am easily distracted and barely pay attention to it. I will write with select few on discord if I enjoy the plot enough. However, I do prefer most / if not all the plotting is done via discord because the im feature is so awful on this site. Inquire and I will give my discord.

This was a lot so I apologize. But if you took the time to read it all, thank you! Please give this thread a little heart & I will approach you to plot/discuss things. AND I will be more than happy to make a starter for whatever we decide. :)

[pixelatedsticks]

Could I maybe hear more abt your blind beauty and the beast au, I haven’t seen anyone ask abt it yet and I’ve been enjoying the fic so far😋

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

Oh my god-

Ok so!

In the height of me and my friends brainrot about blindra, I happened to be watching beauty and the beast for background noise while I was working. And I’m also a sucker for making aus, so one thing led to another and we started talking about a beauty and the beast au but with blindra.

I’m gonna start with some background information on the planning that went into the au, for give a better picture,

An oc of mine with the same name as pebs oc before we changed it was originally supposed to be in the role of Gaston, but the Hanaki fic and permission from pebbles allowed me to rethink and change who plays Gaston.

Making Electra the beast kinda just happened, we all just went “let’s be honest they would”

Blindra really fit the role of belle to a T, the outcast of the village, the very peculiar bookworm who doesn’t fit into the norm of society.

And if you’re going to include one freight, you gotta include all freights.

Now the actual au,

What can I say? I’m a bit of a romantic sap when it comes to ships. (You guys should have seen when I made someone on discord rant for 5 minute about howls moving castle but with brexnov) and once I just started thinking about the au, I couldn’t stop.

Apart from the fairytale setting, it just gives me emotions. Mostly from the relationships between characters

Electra and hydra are these two idiots finding their way through feelings, with hydra being more organized, only a smidge though. Electra was a snobbish prince, and now their ego is ruined by the way they look, people are revolted, disgusted, children cry at the sight of them. They shut themselves in, only their components stick by their side.

Hydra on the other hand, was looked only with pity, remorse, children would constantly look down on him. Because the whole village does. He’s blind, and every job in the village requires sight to some degree, he can’t be trusted with jobs, so what option does he have left? His siblings all have plans, ones that don’t or can’t include him in them. And Charybdis was right to some degree, momma won’t be around for much longer.

So meeting each other is a whiplash for both of them. I won’t spoil a lot because it’s still early in the fic, but Electra is finally meeting someone who physically can’t judge them for how they look, and hydra is finally meeting someone who wouldn’t never dare to pity them.

And Charybdis, oh Charybdis. The town hero, hopelessly in love with hydra, to a suffocating degree. She wants hydra to love her back, but she’s going about it in all the wrong ways, Hydra doesn’t want someone who doesn’t treat them like a person, he doesn’t want to sit in a gilded cage for the rest of his life. Charybdis can never see past face value, she wants to protect him, but her way is putting him in a glass case and parading him around town while going “look! Isn’t everyone proud?”

It really doesn’t help that the whole village is on her side, including Hydras own family. Apart from momma, all of them want Hydra to settle down, they know that they can’t be with him forever, and well, a gilded cage is still better than being out in the wild with no backup. They love him, and love makes you do or say, less than supportive things when you want to protect someone.

Thank you so much for the ask, I really am holding myself back from spoiling the whole thing, even though I really REALLY wanna spoil the whole thing. I must stay strong.

Any and all questions for the au are always welcome, even if I can’t answer them as throughly if it would spoil the story I will still try my best to be as in depth as I can.

Again, thank you for the ask!