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I cant believe i actually got answered because its so sweet<3

TO ANYONE READING THIS, WHO HASN'T SEEN THIS PERSONS ACCOUNT, GO AND READ IT! It has both fluff, and angst (?) At some parts help idk how to describe it BUT AHH

@fictional-men-especially-chuuya

(I'm gonna answer this ask in parts as it's quite long! I'll be putting my response under the read more:

(Hii!! I just wanted to say, when i first saw a post on this, (the most recent one), i was obsessed already! And since it was the first one that i saw, i thought, "i HAVE to know the backstory and binge read it from the start" and so i did! I love your art and everything so much, your storytelling, how you incorporate the asks into the storyline, you even reblogged the explanation of anon! (I js found out what that was) and i love how interactive you are, with your fans.. I cant believe id found a creator so........ AMAZING?! i dont know.. No words can seem to describe what i think of you. Youre amazing. I binge read from the bottom up, heh.. I didn't see the pinned post. But i dont regret it.

Hello!!! I'm so glad you like this blog! I started this blog as just a silly little rp blog for Chuuya but it quickly turned more story based as time went on haha! I've been making different askblogs since around 2017 and I don't think anyone knows my old blogs (which I think still exist, I just don't have the login anymore lol!) but I hope I am able to keep up this one for as long as I can.

Having someone like yourself, interacting and responding, is honestly the lifeline for these sorts of blogs so I really appreciate the interaction!

Plus, I am always an advocate for drawn rp askblogs as they were popular around 2016 but slowly disappeared overtime. I always seem to join things a little bit too late haha!

Since i also got to read the "#modask" ones, and got updated on your life. I hope youre doing really well today.. And im sorry for practically spamming your inbox notifications... I couldn't help. Youre amazing, and i love that. You make others smile, including me. I had jst finished reading angsty stuff and your au healed me sm.. Youre really inclusive, and help some other's voice get heard.. I also love how, youre the only artist i know that can keep chuuya from being ooc or fanon even though you took away his tendencies to swear.. Istg, thats a SKILL. I can NEVER dream of doing that..

I totally don't mind you writing into my askbox! I love recieving asks and seeing the little number pop up next to the inbox button makes me happy. It certainly makes me feel more human to recieve asks that ask about me as it's sometimes quite difficult to get people to care about the artist rather than the fanart, (although I am trying to do more original stuff) but I totally understand why this happens.

I'm not very good at writing angsty stuff but if I do, it'll have to be a combination of 'hurt/comfort' or 'angst with a happy ending'. Seeing happy stuff makes people happy, after all haha! (Plus, I'd love to be an animator for kids media so I suppose it makes sense I like more happy stuff than sad lol!)

It's always a bit finicky to balance between canon and fanon behaviour, especially for situations which clearly would never happen in canon. But I always try to think about how my Chuuya would act, rather than use other peoples' opinions. It makes it easier to be a bit more consistent that way (and you can always convey a message without the use of swearing! Not that swearing is a bad thing, I just personally try and not swear myself haha!).

Sigh.. I hope youre doing well, and you know that all of us love you. Take frequent breaks to rest, and stay hydrated. This is supposed to be fun, and not stressful. So dont be pressured to post everyday. We'll wait for you no matter how long you disappear for breaks, for holidays, for family, for work, and especially for yourself and your mental health. This message is really long, so i dont really expect you to... Err.. Read all this. But I'd be really grateful if you did. I feel like reading the comments and questions, youre not told enough how much you are loved and appreciated by strangers online. Heh.. When i phrase it like that it sounds rlly weirs lol.. But anyways, youre popular, and you deserve it. Although, youre not popular enough. You deserve so much more for making people smile. Its strange, a random stranger on the internet just.... Telling you how much she loves you. I love you so much, your art, you make me appreciate small things, because even just the tags, sometimes it makes me laugh. Sorry if i ever said anything offensive, or mean, when i commented. I hope youre doing well, your family's doing well, your friends, your job, your.. Pets(?) If you have any, and especially i hope your social life and mental health is good, or gets better. Im sorry if i come off as a weird and obsessed fan, but i just felt like i wanted to tell you what i felt. Thank you, for this... Sorry for the long note, sorry for the notif spam, and everything. Make sure to stay hydrated, have a healthy schedule, and not feel pressured by us. Ok? Thanks! We love you. And so does the fandom. Youre not just some outsideoutsider because you love slice of lives instead of slicing lives, or fluff over angst, believe me, we're a cornerstone of the fandom.

Thank you. Genuinely thank you for the kind message. I'm certainly not forcing myself to release updates so that this blog doesn't feel like some chore I need to complete and I really appeciate the fact that you are willing to wait for me. I also understand that you put in time and effort to send this message to me so I'm definitely going to put time and effort to reply to you!

Work has made me quite anxious and a bit depressed which has dampened my motivation to draw. But knowing that people are looking forward to the next update motivates me to continue working on this blog.

I don't think anyone has been particularly rude or offensive on this blog and honestly, sometimes things just come off a bit different than what you were expecting (especially on the internet!) so I try and not assume someone is a rude individual from the get go. But, I'm glad everyone here has been kind and understanding, it's made running the blog very enjoyable. Plus, I don't think this blog is popular enough at all to recieve rude comments haha!

With the BSD fandom, it tends to be full of theorists and writers (which makes sense lol) but it's nice to see that there's a place for me to write my silly little insignificant stories too. I've struggled with keeping up with the manga but that shouldn't be an issue for this blog as it's not really following canon at all.

And i cant wait to wish chuuya his birthday this month, and i cant wait to wish yours in june/july (sorry i forgot if it was 28 jne or 28 jly) and i also cant wait for updates or where this fic (?) Is going! Please do take care, for the last time, and stay healthy, mentally, and physically. *hugs you* and heres a little gift for you! 🫴🎁→🍪🍪🍪🍫🍫🍬🍬🍭🍩🍵🥐🌷🌸🌸🌼🌻🦋🦋🦋📱💻 And a little note 🫴✉️→✨✨✨ "get glitter bombed! And hehe. ❤ from 🇲🇾" And a boquet! like the one Dazai gave our little fashion icon in denial! 💐💐💐 or three.. Heh.. Anyways, its too long now. Love you, Hugs and forehead kisses and headpats for the amazing person behind the screen, byeee I'll be sure to ask more questions for chuuya!! <3)

I am also excited to see all the fun fics and artwork that'll be released for Chuuya's birthday! I hope I can create something for his birthday, even if it's not a big piece or anything.

My birthday is July 28th and I'm surprised you remember the day! It's a small thing but it makes me happy that you remember.

Thank you for all the gifts, flowers, and glitter and I hope you have a good day! Hopefully my response is understandable and readable (as there is a lot of text on screen and I rambled a LOT) and I thank you for asking Chuuya questions.

I hope that you, and anyone else who has somehow read this far, stay happy and healthy.)

I recently had a huge influx of followers, assumably because of my fanfiction.

If you guys really like my writing, perhaps you would be interested to check out my original work?

I have been writing a medieval fantasy gay romance adventure. So far I finished and published the first book online and I am working on the second.

You can read it on the website I made for it, which has backgrounds for each chapter to set the mood, as well as character profiles and tons of art done by my best friend @cvendycz​

https://xuianin.wixsite.com/lunarflare

Or it’s also published on my AO3 as well, if you prefer to read it in that format.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39418611/chapters/98653302

PART ONE AND TWO OF WARM BODIES: posting this again cause duh, self promotion luvs 💕💅✨

Do you love angst? Do you love boys in love? Do you Love fix-it and MORE angst? READ THEM

read daybreak on webtoon right now this instant

𖥻𖥻 - attention !!

pairing - professor!bangchan x student!reader

genre - fluff, smut minors, dni.

contents - reader is referred to as she/her, explicit language, pet names [pretty, baby, doll, princess, sweetheart] mutual pining, power imbalance [not explicitly written], age gap [5 years, everyone is of age!]

wc - 2.6k + 2 screenshots

warnings - female anatomy, fingering [f. receiving], oral [f. receiving], piv, protected sex, breeding kink if you squint, also a slight corruption kink, reader calls bang chan; mr. bang, chris, & sir [i think that's all???]

notes - this is extremely self indulgent (and my first time writing smut) don't mind me :D btw i don't condone this irl! this is purely fantasy. undercase is intentional. not proof read

chris tried to keep his staring to a minimum, but it was extremely difficult. you decided to come to class in a short, flowy skirt and a matching blouse that showed your cleavage off just enough to still be appropriate for uni. your goal today was to finally make a move on mr. bang, your professor. you waited until a friday rolled around so in case things didn’t go your way, you wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of seeing him the next day.

you two have always had an obvious attraction to each other. not obvious enough to draw attention, but more than obvious to each other. you’d come into class early just to have a small chat with him before the lecture started. he’d seem to enjoy your company; always happy and open when you two were alone and he would leave his classroom door cracked so you would know you’re welcome in. you’ve developed a crush on him to say the least, exiting his class with a fluttering heart and sodden panties just from your casual conversations.

twelve minutes. just twelve minutes until your peers begin to pour out of the lecture hall and you'd be all alone with chris. your heart is pounding, nerves and excitement flooding your veins. you occupy yourself with your phone so time seems to pass quicker. your confidence dissipates as the minutes count down but you decide to stick to your plan. you pull your phone out to open the group chat with your closest friends to help calm your nerves.

before you get the chance to respond, you hear chris dismissing the class. people get up at their own paces, tidying their space up before leaving. you watch as each of your peers leave one by one. you pretend to busy yourself with packing to not look suspicious to chris or your fellow classmates. you watch as the last person exits the lecture hall and silence fills the now practically empty room. you grab your black tote bag and stand, shakily walking over to chris's desk.

"good afternoon, mr. bang" you say shyly, unsure if your presence is currently welcome or not.

"good afternoon y/n." chris says with a smile. "you know you can call me chris, right?"

"y-yes, yes i know. i'm just. i don't know. nervous, i guess?" chris looks at you with a small head tilt, slightly confused and concerned by your nerves. he watches as you place your tote on the floor and rest against his desk.

"nervous? do you know why?" he asks looking up at you. your heart clenches at his words, not exactly knowing how to respond. you think and begin to realise feigning confidence is the best way to go about this.

"because of you" you say, not exactly sure how he'd react. you see one of his eyebrows raise for a second but he regains his composure.

"me? why? oh shit, i didn't do anything to make you uncomfortable, did i?" he asks as he gets up from his chair and stands in front of you, concern overtaking his features.

"no! no no, you didn't, it's just.. okay." you say before taking in and releasing a deep breath "so. i just wanted to know if… you were single?" you ask as you look up into his questioning eyes. the inquiry seems to calm his nerves as concern leaves his face and is replaced by a soft smile.

"why? who's asking, hmm?" he hums as he inches towards you.

"chris, don't tease okay?" you whine with a pout, but his answer seems to lean towards him being single.

"oh i'm not teasing, just curious. would the person asking happen to be the pretty girl standing in front of me?" he asks, his confidence growing when he notices how you react to his words; face flushed and cheeks tinted red as you nibble on your bottom lip.

"yes, i'm asking" you look away as he seems to be getting closer and closer, his cologne beginning to waft towards you. he chuckles deeply as he takes his hand and places it on your waist softly, giving you an option to push him away.

"and why are you asking?" chris asks looking down at you "is it maybe because… you want me y/n?" you look back up into his darkening eyes and nod slowly. his touch sets you ablaze and his gaze melts you from your heart to your core. "oh, so is that why you dressed so pretty today? trying to get my attention, baby?" you nod and this gives chris the green light to continue his teasing, his hand now softly gripping your waist as his unoccupied one reaches up to gently take your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting your face up when you take a moment to respond to him. "i asked you a question, pretty"

"yes, you're why i dressed up. wanted your attention" your voice already seems to be softer than usual and chris takes note of that.

"but you already had it, baby. you just needed to ask" chris speaks softly as he searches deep into your eyes, already seeing how they're hazy and clouded with lust.

"can i kiss you, doll?" chris whispers, your faces mere inches apart. you whimper and nod rapidly, eliciting a deep chuckle out of chris before he closes the gap between you two. his kiss is so soft and tender, it makes your head spin. you bring your hands up to wrap around his shoulders as the kiss deepens slowly, the action causing your chests to press together.

"chris" your voice trails off into a breathy moan as chris deepens the kiss, his hands exploring the curves of your body with hungry desire. you feel his lips trail down from yours to your neck, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touch. with each kiss and caress, your inhibitions melt away, replaced by a primal need for him. small whines leave your slightly parted lips as he begins to suck small marks into the smooth skin of your heated neck. your hands thread into his hair and give a slight tug, eliciting a soft, muffled moan from him.

chris’s hands roam lower, teasing the hem of your skirt before sliding underneath, sending shivers up your spine. you gasp as his fingers dance along the sensitive skin of your upper thighs, slowly inching closer to your aching core.

"chris," you whisper again, this time with a hint of urgency, your fingers continuing to tangle in his hair as you pull him closer. his name coming from your lips in such a desperate manner only makes him crave you more. you plea for more of him, the passion that simmers between the two of you growing.

he responds with a low groan of his own, his desire mirroring yours as he lifts you by your hips and spins you two around, setting you on the cool surface, making you keen as it hits your heated skin. with a hunger that borders on desperation, you arch into him as he slots himself between your thighs. your clothed cores press together softly causing you both to groan suddenly. you feel him against you, his thick length pressing into your clothed cunt and it drives you to start begging, needing more and more of him by the second.

“chris, chris please. i want you so bad, please. can you please take me, sir?” you say in a soft, sweet voice as he rises from your neck to look down into your almost teary eyes. your words cause him to stifle groan but nod all the less. he pulls you into a deep kiss before responding.

“yeah pretty? you want me to fuck you right here? on my desk?” chan asks with a grunt, his voice causing you to cant your hips into his. he pulls you into another kiss, his hand caressing the back of your neck. “let’s. my office. we can’t stay here.” chris grunts between heated kisses. you simply nod, not wanting your lips to part. he pulls away and plants one last peck before lifting you by your hips again and placing you on wobbly legs back onto the floor.

"yes, yes we can. that was your last class today. j-just lock the door, please sir. i need you so bad" you whine out, hands still tangled in his hair as he leans down to suck a dark mark into your neck. he hums against you, pulling away to quickly make sure his door is locked. he makes his way back to you, watching as you take it upon yourself to pull your shirt off. you, sitting pretty on his desk, wearing nothing but that slutty skirt and a black, lace bralette flips a switch in him.

"god, you're pretty" chris says, his hands now gripping your hips as you lean up to wrap your arms around his neck. he leans down to kiss you again, this time softer and more sensual and you can't help but keen into it, lightly scratching his scalp. the kiss quickly heats up again, both of you rutting against each other as you moan into the now sloppy kiss.

"need to taste you baby" chris groans against your lips, pulling away from the kiss to peck his way down your neck and chest, stopping at your breasts. you both groan as he licks your bud through the thin fabric of your bralette and brings his hand up to cradle your other breast, massaging your nipple through the fabric. you moan and throw your head back at the feeling.

"m-more.. please give me more, chris" you whimper out, feeling him give in and kiss his way down to your skirt, going past it and kissing up your thighs before bringing them to rest over his shoulders. he kisses your clit through your sodden panties, scooting back slightly so he's able to tear them off your body in one swift motion. he stares at your drooling cunt, his mouth practically watering before he dives in.

"oh- oh god-" you whine, cutting yourself off with sharp gasps as he laves at your pussy. you tangle your fingers in his hair again, tugging each time he hits the perfect pace. he groans into your cunt, continuing to lap it you as he brings one hand up, caressing your folds before slipping his finger in. you can't help but clench around him, his finger setting a quick, deep pace. his other hand comes up to play with your breast again, rubbing his thumb over the bud while you writhe and buck your hips into his face.

"chris- ngghhh chris i'm close" you say softly, making sure to keep the volume of your moans low. he hums into your cunt, adding another finger and lapping rhythmically at your clit as he looks up past the hem of your skirt to stare straight into your sultry eyes. his look alone sends you over the edge, his ministrations slowing but still guiding you through your orgasm as your moans come to a halt. you gasp and your thighs shake around his head while he moans into your cunt, white hot waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

chris stands back up after your aftershocks clam down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "my god, you're divine princess" he whispers before crashing his mouth into yours, your mouth already open from the silent cries you've been letting out. you moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. you hear the sound of chris unbuckling his belt, pushing his slacks down before breaking the kiss. you look down to see him polishing his fucking thick cock and moan at the sight. "can i fuck you, sweetheart?" he asks, you gaze shooting back up to his face at his words

"yes, yes please chris. need you to fuck me, p-please" you beg, desperation apparent. he chuckles, reaching into his briefcase pocket to pull out a condom.

"no need to beg, baby. i want this just as much as you" he says softly, moving to kiss you gently before pulling away to ask "can you stand, baby? want you bent over the desk, yeah?" you nod with a small smile, lifting yourself off of his desk to lean over it, wiggling your hips back to entice him. he hums before carefully ripping the condom open and smoothing it down his cock. you look over your shoulder, eyes wide at the sheer size of him and he chuckles again. he moves his hand to play with the hem of your skirt before asking “can we keep this on baby? wanna fuck you in your pretty skirt.” you nod, muttering a soft 'yes' and feel him hiking it up slightly. "so pretty" he softly mutters.

"'s big" you say dumbly, feeling him line his tip up with your entrance. you look back up into his eyes, grasping the edges of his desk as he slowly pushes into you. your eyes screw shut at the intrusion, the stretch delicious as a soft moan falls from your lips. chris isn't faring any better, his eyes rolling back as he bottoms out, letting out a rough groan. "fuck-" you whimper

"s big baby?" he mocks "aww poor thing. i know you can take it, can’t you?" he asks, his voice gravely from arousal. he tentatively grinds his hips into yours, both of you making soft noises at the feeling. "tight fuckin' cunt, princess." chris groans out before leaning over your back, placing soft kisses on your shoulder as his hips pick up the pace rapidly. your eyes roll back at the pounding you receive, the only sounds in his lecture hall being sinful moans and skin slapping together. he groans into the crook of your neck before lifting himself back up, his hands grasping your hips before he uses the leverage to fuck you back onto his cock.

"fuck, chris" you softly moan out, trying your best to keep your voice down. he pistons into you with earnest, his grunts and pants going straight to your core. you subconsciously clench around him, his pace faltering for a moment.

"baby, you can't do that. i'll cum too early if you keep tightening your pretty pussy" he groans, leaning slightly over you and placing a hand on your lower back to arch it slightly more. he stares down at the view of your cunt swallowing his length and knows he won't last. he leans back down over you, bringing a hand down to massage your clit. you moan out again, trying your best not to cry out at the feeling.

"chris! please, please i'm so close" you beg, unsure what you're even begging for. he grunts and doubles his efforts, both of your bodies almost slick with sweat.

"that's it baby, need you to cum all over my cock, yeah? make your cunt all sloppy for me. make a fuckin' mess" chris groans out against the back of your neck. his words push you over the edge, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you milk his cock. "gonna cum. gonna keep your pretty pussy full of me for fuckin' weeks" you hear chris practically growling behind you but can't make out his words, pure bliss shutting your brain off. you feel his thrusts get sloppier and he groans before trusting one, two, three times, stilling and groaning as he spills his load into the condom. he collapses behind you, slightly crushing you with his weight as he peppers soft, sweet kisses across your back and down your spine. "so so good, baby. you did so good for me"

"c-chris" you groan out "can't. breathe." you hear him chuckle behind you, muttering a quick apology before standing up and slowly sliding his softening cock out of your spent core. you both moan softly at the feeling. he holds the condom at the base while he slides it off, tying it off and throwing it in the bin under his desk. "so... guess you're glad i got your attention?"

notes - did i end this with a corny line? yes i did 🙂‍↕️ thank you to anyone who reads! like i’ve said, feedback is appreciated! positive or negative. if i can improve in any way i’d love to know! tysm for reading again ^^

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They look like two children getting told a story by their mum

Don’t worry, Ratchet had fun. 🤗🤗

@eternalglitch This is just me imagining the first time Leo initiates a touch. It makes sense to me that it’d be Donnie. Hope you like 👉 👈

I have another one coming that makes more sense in color, too :) Thanks for the heartache fodder!!!

DONT READ THE MILK FIC EHATEBER YOUD O DONT READ JT PLEASE

WHAT THE FUCK IS A MILK FIC 😭😭😭😭😭

i didn’t finish the book it finished me

THIS IS AMAZING HOLY-

🐍👑 It's A Wonderful Afterlife 👑🐍 : The Chronicles.

❌ DO NOT REPOST ❌

Commission by @rainydaydeer-art

Wattpad link-> Here

Spotify Playlist -> Here

Blurb

A small chain of events that once passed show Arackniss how much he impacted the people around him.

Follow Arackniss on this crazy whirlwind adventure set 20 years in the future to see what the Afterlife is like of he was erased.

New faces and a set of events that cause Pentagram City 2040 to have a new set of 3 powerful Overlords.

Story by Panderp123

READ IT

also Oder of the Wand? More like Cult of the Wand💀

And also Cedric will definitely be gaining new trauma and trauma reflexes after this 😭😭😭

I also wanna strangle Wormwood and the others :>

The Master Wand - Chapter 3 - Shychick - Sofia the First (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

The Order of the Wand reveal their intentions. In the meantime, the royal family discover Sofia and Cedric are missing.

(I am so sorry. Please don't hate me too much after you read it...)

@bettathanyou @moonypears-blog @fantadym

Back home, Connell’s shyness never seemed like much of an obstacle to his social life, because everyone knew who he was already, and there was never any need to introduce himself or create impressions about his personality. If anything, his personality seemed like something external to himself, managed by the opinions of others, rather than anything he individually did or produced. Now he has a sense of invisibility, nothingness, with no reputation to recommend him to anyone.

- Normal people by Sally Rooney

His design sounded so cool I whipped out the pencil crayons i haven’t touched in at least a year 💪💪

Based on a really cool awesome fic you should read called “For the Forgotten Ones” by Im_Sorry_Buddy!

Here it is. I genuinely hope you like it. Feel free to leave feedback here or on the website. Thank you all again for your support.

⚠️Warning: eye strain⚠️

I was rereading “Love me, please?” (Linked below) Which is a fucked up cross centric series that is so fucking good, highly suggest it. But, yeah, read the 3rd book, which is new, and man that ending …won’t be the same after that one

Here’s a piece I did for it tho

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Horror: horrortalecomic / sour-apple-studios

Killer: rahafwabas

Dust: Ask-Dusttale

Cross: Jakei95

Love me, please?: KingdomsHaven

So, read loyal servant, it was adorable so I have fanart of it

I loved the part when they went back to the lake so I drew that :)

Bonus random doodles:

I love them a lot

Credits-

Nightmare: Jokublog

Cross: Jakei95

Loyal Servant: applebloomer1

Okay guys. This is a german Fanfic about Reno x Rufus.

I love this ship. Why? This fanfiction will you know it. For all german People, read this Fanfiction! :D

And don’t forget to write the autor that the story is awesome!

I’m so. Happy that nimona got a movie. I read the graphic novel as a kid and it gave me autism. This means too much to me.

Lumberjanes is next babies I can feel it in my bones.

Just like the rest of their fics…. This is a must read. Highlyyyy recommend. The emotions, the character motivations, the spice... it’s all there. And so much more. Mind the tags, as with most Thramsay:)

It’s been a bit since I posted a fic so I wanted to share my Photographer Ramsay x Model Theon AU 📸🎀

With each shutter click, Theon is sure the photos look worse and worse. “This isn’t working,” he says petulantly, dropping the pose and turning around to face Ramsay.

The photographer lowers the camera, clearly amused if the lopsided grin was anything to go by. “Just try something else then, babe. You’d look great in every position.” The crude remark is punctuated with a look of disconcerting hunger.

Any smile that had a hope of living for the camera died on Theon’s lips.

THIS FIC IS ONE OF THE BEST PERCABETH FICS I'VE SEEN IN A LONG TIME

I need every percabeth shipper out there to read Cardigan by Omnifiasco on Ao3.

Hello my little knights!

I made this account to share the artwork I made for my Hollow Knight AU fan fiction Fade to Oblivion on AO3.

First I'd likd to share this old art work of my deutragonist Canitia in a wedding dress :D

If you're new here, feel free to check out the fan fiction yourself!

writing badly and cringily is actually an essential part of the writing process, both in terms of individual projects and in gaining voice and confidence as a writer in the long term. there is no way around the cringe. there's no way around the work.

and they were roommates 

by @bipercabeth

Finals being around the corner is about the worst thing that could happen to Percy and Annabeth, both as individuals and friends. Swim season intensifies, meaning that nearly every moment Percy isn’t working or doing schoolwork he spends at the gym or the stadium. He leaves earlier and comes home later. Annabeth can’t remember the last time they had a meaningful conversation.

That’s a dramatization, but even their Saturdays are changing. Annabeth is the first one up now, and she doesn’t have the heart to wake him knowing he barely sleeps on weekdays. Schoolwork also encroaches on their safe space, coming as much from Annabeth’s side of things as Percy’s.

Read on AO3

“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this–

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes. 

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

 And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food. 

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe. 

The most beautifully written part, in my opinion. A good description of our type of hivemindedness/telepathy

I know that the whole message of this story is "oh no they lost their humanity so sad :(", but the behavior of the energy beings is described with more detail than I've seen in other sci-fi works and it gives me species euphoria.

I would even say that it is one of the greatest works of xenofiction ever written

I know that the whole message of this story is "oh no they lost their humanity so sad :(", but the behavior of the energy beings is described with more detail than I've seen in other sci-fi works and it gives me species euphoria.

I would even say that it is one of the greatest works of xenofiction ever written

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