#now with corrected kofi link

[bountycancelled]

dirty secret

coriolanus snow x reader

tip me on kofi

requested: nope, I pulled this out of my ass, but if you want more coryo stuff lemme know 😜

warnings: suggestive content, coriolanus snow (derogatory), speaking of derogatory, snow has a degrading kink in this so yeah, mentions of cockstepping, faceslapping, just... be prepared

content: im p sure i dont mention readers gender but pls correct me if you catch anything, hella ooc snow (like, this dude would never act like this but I'm a writer which means I can make him do whatever I want), readers a bitch but snow likes it, sub!coryo, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, unedited

smut under the cut♡

a/n: give me more submissive coriolanus you cowards (I'm kidding ur not cowards but pretty please write this man begging for mommy to let him cum or whatever, not for me, I swear.) also, this is my first time writing full smut like ever so, idek what came over and I wanna apologise😭😭

here me out, academic rival!coryo with a little secret...

the two of share a friend, for lack of a more fitting term, in clemesia, and find yourselves in each others presence often as a result of the fact. and this would be good and well, if the two of you didn't despise each other down to the bone.

besides the fact that the two of you felt the need to prove yourselves due to differing circumstances, you both also shared an insatiable need for power, the kind that could only be obtained by bring the very best at the academy.

it was almost comical how much you wanted to beat each other, and this rivalry bled into your non academic interactions, making them just as sour.

coriolanus found genuine enjoyment in getting under your skin, and you retaliating only made him want to poke at you more, which led to you retaliating once again, and so on and so forth.

as time passed, you'd somehow found yourself tolerating snow, even going as far as to enjoy your occasional back and forths with each other when you were the only two in the library, sitting at same desk even though you didn't need to (coriolanus insisted on planting himself directly across from you just to be a nuisance, and it worked.)

your banter turned more and more friendly, confusing your peers as you walked side by side, your arm linked with his as you bragged about receiving a higher score than him on a test, to which he just responded that you had gotten lucky and that it wouldn't happen again.

you didn't turn completely soft though, your insults were still as sharp as ever, even though you now said them with a playful smirk. they were cruel, and always seemed to send coriolanus into a spiral as he attempted to get the last word in, which he never did, always waving the white flag at the end.

you had always held that over his head, the fact that you could always best him in a verbal battle, on top of beating him in assignments and the like. but what you didn't know was that you were mistaken.

coriolanus didn't always relent because you were better at verbal lashings (which you were, but that's besides the point), he always stopped egging you on before your words escalated because if he let you degrade him any further, he wouldn't be able to hide how much he liked it.

he was almost shameless, as if he wanted you to know just how much you turned him on during you spats with him. like today for example, where you had been particularly harsh to him, even going as far as calling him useless. it wasn't his fault, someone had passed you off before you had met up with him in the library and you were more agitated than usual.

he excused himself to the bathroom shortly after, and you found yourself wondering if what you said had affected him so heavily that he needed to get away from you.

oh, it affected him alright. he thanked the universe that 1) something had happened to make you as harsh as you were and 2) that the bathroom he entered was completely empty because he knew that he would have a bit of trouble keeping himself quiet.

he had barely made it to a stall and closed the door before palming himself through his pants, shudders moving through his whole body as his hips canted to meet his hand.

a whine tore through his throat as he imagined you catching him like this, and he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his hand in his underwear, stroking his dick firmly at the image.

you would probably laugh at him, dishing out every degrading name you could think of, calling him a dirt slut, saying that he was disgusting pervert for being so turned on at you being mean to him. and he would nod his head vigorously, because he was a slut, only for you.

maybe you would slap him across the face, leaving him with red cheeks, or maybe you would step on his poor weeping cock until he came on your shoe. would you make him clean it off? god, help him if you did.

his hips stuttered at the thought of eating his own cum, it was just so dirty and the fact that a simple look from you could turn him into such a depraved shell of the image that he excuded in his day to day was enough to send him over the edge.

he came with a groan, his hips not ceasing their thrusting into his fist until every last drop was out. as he cleaned himself up, fixing his uniform in the mirror, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, you knew what you were doing to him. and if the look you gave him when he came back, timidly taking his seat, it seemed that you had some idea.

"you know, I think you need to punished for what you just did, coryo. for what you've been doing. do you like the sound of that, hmm?"

and if the way the cock pulsed in his pants, already hard again was any indication, he loved the sound of that.

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[milkweedman]

NEED TO MAKE RENT SALE

As you may have seen I'm selling some of my handspun yarn, along with some fleece, batts, rolags, and other odds and ends. I'm really short on rent this month, largely due to having so many flare up days that working was almost impossible. So, I'm selling some of my work in the hopes that I can still make rent somehow. I need over $500.

Im also linking to my kofi. If you don't wish to buy anything but still want to help me make rent--which I would appreciate so much <3

I'll be updating this post as I sell things so please make sure to click back to my original post to check if it's still available. First come first serve. Unless otherwise stated, all shipping is $5 USD to within the USA. If you're outside of the USA please let me know--shipping will likely be between $30-50 USD depending on to where, but I am happy to work with you if you're interested.

PLEASE DM ME IF YOU WANT TO BUY SOMETHING <3

YARNS (please ignore the slips of paper, ive given everything a nice label now)

A: 572 yards/ 480 meters. 5.75 oz/ 165 grams. 2 ply, approximately DK weight. Silk and merino blend assembled by myself. There are stripes of different greens which are arranged to be bigger at one end than the other, so a triangle shawl (working from the correct end of yarn) will have stripes that are more or less even instead of getting thicker near the narrow end of the shawl. I don't know how noticeable the effect will be, though. Silky soft and shines beautifully in the sun. $100 USD or best offer.

B: 175 yards/160 meters. 2 oz/ 57 grams. 2 ply, light fingering weight to sport weight. Luxury blend of alpaca, cormo, debouillet, silk, silk noil, angora, and cashmere. Very textured due to how I plied it and some noils, but also extremely soft and with lovely drape. Next to skin soft. $60 USD or best offer. SOLD

C: 176 yards/160 meters. 2.25 oz/64 grams. 2 ply, light worsted. Merino, silk, silk noil, angora, and mystery wool blend. Next to skin soft, lots of different colors, and good drape. $50 USD or best offer. SOLD

D: 152 yards/130 meters. 2 oz/57 grams. 3 ply, light worsted. Cormo, alpaca, and merino blend. This yarn was arranged into a stripey gradient--white stripes separating a light purple to dark purple gradient. 3 ply. Incredibly soft--would be perfect for a hat or cowl. $55 USD or best offer.

E: 100 yards/91 meters. 2.5 oz/71 grams. Traditional 3 ply, aran/bulky weight. Romney 3 ply. Durable, squishy, and warm, but not particularly soft. Would make a great hat or gloves. $35 USD or best offer SOLD

F: 140 yards/128 meters. 1.75 oz/50 grams. Traditional 3 ply, fingering weight. Beautiful BFL yarn in autumn colors. Due to the traditional 3 ply the colors constantly shift and change. Very soft and with good drape. $45 USD or best offer. SOLD

G: 325 yards/300 meters. 4 oz/115 grams. 2 ply, fingering weight. Wool, silk, silk noil, alpaca, and Angelina blend. Very textured but soft and drapey. $80 USD or best offer.

H: 166 yards/145 meters. 2 oz/57 grams. 2 ply worsted weight. Targhee, BFL, Angelina blend. Incredibly soft and drapey. Fuzzy and lightly underplied for maximum softness (so a little delicate). Next to skin quality. $45 USD or best offer.

(I'll accept the highest offer I get in a timely manner, so if you really want something and think other people also want to buy it, you can offer more to potentially guarantee you get it. Or offer less, and get it for cheaper if nobody else wants it. Although I wont accept very low offers, sorry.)

BATTS AND ROLAGS. These all contain several large handfuls of milkweed floss, because why not. Very fun and soft to spin.

A. 0.75 oz/21 grams. Romney, BFL, silk, bamboo, Targhee, milkweed floss. Somewhat soft, would be very soft if plied with a fine fiber. Lots of purples and blues, with small amounts of rainbow. Should yield a heathered, smooth yarn except for bumps of milkweed floss. $15 USD or best offer. SOLD

B. 0.75 ounces/21 grams. Naturally dyed Shetland combing waste (yellow), BFL, silk merino, milkweed floss. Many different colors arranged in stripes--yellow and blue primarily. Should yield a textured yarn due to the combing waste, but also lofty and colorful. Fairly soft and very squishy. $15 USD or best offer.

C: 0.5 oz/14 grams. Tussah silk, BFL, merino, merino combing waste, milkweed floss. Very soft. Majority tussah silk which is charcoal black. The other colors are dark purple, a few streaks of red, and the shining white from the milkweed floss. Should spin up to a fine and soft yarn. I am also able to make more of these, which would be the same weight and price and matching the original as closely as possible. Let me know if you want several. $12 USD or best offer. SOLD -- but i can make more, if youre interested !

D: 0.5 oz/14 grams. Merino combing waste, merino, BFL, silk, milkweed floss. Buttery soft. Mostly dark brown with purple, blue, and white streaks. I can make several identical ones if desired, for the same price each. $12 USD or best offer. SOLD -- but i can more, if you're interested !

E: 0.5 oz/14 grams. BFL merino, mystery wool and milkweed floss blend. This has stripes of purple and blue, suspended a squishy mystery combing waste. Should yield a fine but squishy yarn. $10 USD or best offer. SOLD

If I sell all or most of these I will make some more !

FLEECE. I am selling by the ounce (28 grams). I'm also willing to process these into fluffy hand carded rolags or fine hand combed top as desired, which will cost extra depending on how difficult the fiber is to process.

A. Jacob lambswool. Very soft but lots of large vm (so, easy to pick out) and nepps/noils. Those will stay in the fiber unless combed, so this tends to produce a very soft, bumpy yarn. I love this fleece but I just can't seem to use it up. Primarily dark brown, but I also have some white and mixed as well. I have about 8 ounces. Washed but still a tiny bit greasy (just to my preference). $3 an ounce.

B: Rambouillet. I have almost a pound of this stuff. Incredibly buttery soft. Like touching seafoam. But it has a ton of fine VM, so it can only be cleaned either lock by lock on hand cards or combed. I am willing to clean it for you. Takes a long time to get into a spinnable state but it is SO worth it. $2 an ounce. SOLD

C: Breed unknown. Some sections are salmon pink, others closer to hot pink. Not much vm, can be combed open lock by lock on hand cards or combed into top. Yields a silky, strong, hairy yarn. Willing to process for you (this would be one of the cheaper ones to do, it's very easy). I have 5 ounces. $2 an ounce. SOLD

D & E: These are both rya lambswool, naturally dyed with yellow onion skin (the bright yellow one with alum, the copper one with copper). Very soft and silky, spins up to a surprisingly robust yarn. Absolute treat to work with. Some vm but the nature of this fleece causes the vm to fall out pretty easily. I have about a pound total. Will process for you. Washed and dyed by myself. $5 an ounce. D IS SOLD, E IS STILL AVAILABLE

F: Sunshine Shetland. Very soft and fine. Naturally dyed, again with onion skins. The tips are somewhat felted and need to be pulled off, which is quick and easy. If combed lock by lock and then spun that way you can get a subtle gradient of orange to yellow with each lock... absolutely gorgeous. Will process for you. I have about 10 ounces. Washed and dyed by myself. $5 per ounce. SOLD

G: Red Hampshire. Not neon red like in the picture, more of a brick red. Very soft and foamy. Some vm. Easy to process on hand cards by combing lock by lock or turning into a rolag. Washed and dyed (using food coloring) by myself. I only have an ounce and a quarter--which is $6 for all of it. SOLD

COMBING WASTE GRAB BAGS

These are 1 ounce bags of primarily combing waste (so, short fibers and likely some vm) along with other interesting scrap such as mohair locks, colorful merino, and sometimes the occasional single rolag. Lots of the colors are naturally dyed by myself. Great for turning into rolags or using for batt fodder. These are $5 USD if you're buying more than one item (that could be yarn, another grab bag, some fleece, etc) or $10 USD each if you are only buying a single grab bag.

SPINDLES

Lastly, I'm also selling some spindles. A-C are whittled and decorated by myself. D is a beautiful Dealgan which I never could figure out how to use.

A. Supported spindle carved from a fruit tree. I gave it a steeple shape, which does make it slow to spin with. Really enjoyable for special spins that you want to do slowly and thoughtfully. Small spindle, about the length of my hand. $55 USD or best offer.

B. Onion dome supported spindle. Very light for its size, so it can hold a decent cop on it. Small spindle--about the length of my hand. $50 USD or best offer. SOLD ! thank you 🩵🩵🩵

C: Larch spindle. This one has lots of beautiful spalting, as well as being woodburned. Also the length of my hand. Has a very distinct feel to it, sort of in an alive way. $90 USD or best offer.

D: Lightning Dealgan. I got it for $50 and it's basically unused, so reselling for $50 USD. Very heavy and smooth.

And thats it ! If you don't want to buy anything but still wish to help me make rent, you can also donate to my kofi, which would mean the world to me <3

#destash #handspun yarn #wool fleece #natural dyeing #supported spindle #mutual aid

[jebewonmorelike]

Dark Blue On You

wc: 7k (HAHAHA WHAT) pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: swearing, angsty with a happy ending but its funny/fluffy too, mentions of others drinking, mentions of hooking up; think pg-13 for this one; also taerae in that suit should be a warning in and of itself warnings for spicy cut scene: MINORS DNI!!!-- mature/suggestive/smut themes-- MINORS SKIP THIS CUT SCENE AND CONTINUE READING BELOW IT!!! (fic makes perfect sense without it) linked here and linked in fic for correct placement in story summary: bestfriend!reader is so excited when the star of the soccer team finally asks them to prom. but when losercore!taerae asks his lab partner to prom out of the blue, reader's sudden jealousy takes them by surprise... basically the prom-themed best friends to lovers of your dreams, okay? okay :) ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ GUYS! HI! it's been so long. i missed you! this was 7,000 words (plus the cut scene) so i'm sorry but that's why it took so long. was also feeling a bit rundown in terms of writing so i really needed to pace myself. but i saw those pictures of taerae in that suit and i swear to god i'm a different person now, so this is the fic you get from that brainrot. also not sure if the suit was actually blue, but that's how it looked in the pics so i ran with it. SO many fun things happening in the zb1 world in the past few days! let me know what you think of this one :) love you sm

“If you steal one more of my sweet potato fries (Y/N), I swear I’m gonna--.”

You pop the orange-colored french fry into your mouth, grinning at Taerae smugly. “You’re gonna what?”

Eyes narrowed at you through dorky, wire-framed glasses, your best friend pouts annoyedly. “One day you’ll fear my wrath.”

“Wouldn’t count on it,” you respond with a giggle. Despite his angry demeanor, Taerae turns his lunch tray so that the sweet potato fries are now facing you-- giving you easier access to one of your favorite snacks.

“You could just go back up and get your own, you know,” he persists with his performance even as he squeezes more ketchup onto his tray for you to dip the fries in. “What would you do without me?”

“Sarcastic answer: finally achieve a peaceful existence,” you joke, popping another fry into your mouth. “Serious answer... I’d be lost without you.”

You watch as Taerae’s glasses fog up a bit; the way they always did when he received a compliment or you were being a bit too sincere with him. He takes them off quickly, clearing his throat as he wipes the lenses with the hem of his polo shirt.

A pile of books slam down onto your lunch table as your friend Dohyun plops onto the bench beside you. “(Y/N)! Just the person I wanted to talk to.”

“Do you ever talk to anyone else?” You quip, earning a glare from the skinny boy.

“I talk to Taerae hyung, too,” he mumbles. You glance at your best friend, noticing how quiet he’s gotten all of a sudden. “And I like him better than you anyway.”

You shrug. “That makes two of us.”

“What I was going to ask you is,” Dohyun starts; pulling out his lunchbox from his backpack and opening it up. “Has Ryan asked you to prom yet?”

Taerae audibly gulps from across the table. You frown at him, wondering why he’s acting so weird.

“No,” you answer softly. “He hasn’t. And I definitely don’t think he’s going to anymore.”

“I don’t know what you saw in Ryan anyway,” Dohyun says, shaking his head disapprovingly. “He only wanted one thing from you.”

Taerae chokes on his apple juice suddenly and you take the carton from his hand-- placing it back on the table pointedly as he coughs into his elbow. 

“That’s enough, Dohyun,” you scold. “And for the record, I’m as pure as the day you met me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” the younger boy laughs. “So… Are you gonna go to prom alone, or?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I already bought my outfit. I had it altered to fit perfectly, so I don’t really think I can return it at this point.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Taerae says finally. “I know you were really looking forward to going with Ryan. He’s gonna regret not asking you. But um...”

Your brow furrows as you wait for Taerae to continue his sentence. He’s looking at you kind of funny now-- eyes wide and anxious.

“Well, if you already have an outfit and stuff, I was thinking that... Um...” You watch curiously as he bends over to his side and begins shuffling through his backpack. “Fuck, where is it?”

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Someone suddenly calls behind you. Your head whips around to find Ryan walking towards your lunch table, his signature charming smirk on his lips. He’s carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder for soccer practice as he lands in front of you.

“Hi Ryan,” you greet sweetly, brain turning to mush. You’d first met the star of the soccer team officially when your Math teacher assigned you to tutor him a few months ago. He’d been in serious jeopardy of being kicked off the team for his failing grades, but with an hour of tutoring every other day, you’d helped him climb back up to a solid C+. The afternoon he received his first unit test grade since you’d started tutoring him, he had been thrilled to see B- circled in red at the top of the page... 

So thrilled, in fact, that he’d kissed you at your back corner table in the library.

And he’d kept kissing you. For the rest of that tutoring session... And then the one after that... And the one after that... And the one after that until your meetings had become more of a hybrid tutoring-and-make-out session.

That had been the extent of your “relationship” though. He was always busy with soccer and his meathead friends and ogling popular girls at the library tables next to you when your faces weren’t connected.

But he was the first boy to ever pay attention to you like this-- and he was so handsome to boot. The attention and the fantasy muddied every intelligent and rational thought in your brain. Even if you were being used, you weren’t really ready for it to stop.

One day as you were approaching the library, you stopped in your tracks as you heard Ryan’s voice around the corner. He was talking to one of his jock friends and you held your breath as you attempted to hear their conversation.

“All of the cheerleaders already have dates, dude,” Ryan’s friend relays. “Why did you wait so long?”

Ryan was silent for a moment before responding, “Even Steph?”

“Even Steph,” his friend confirmed. “Injun asked her yesterday.”

“Damnit.”

“Well, you’ve gotta go with somebody,” his friend urged. “Tyler’s parents are letting us use their lake house for the after party, so... Who’re you gonna ask!?”

“I’ll... I’ll find somebody,” Ryan responded and you heard the door to the library begin to squeak open.

“Hopefully somebody that’s gonna put out,” his friend joked and Ryan laughed along.

It was from that moment that you’d gotten it in your head that there was a chance that Ryan might ask you to prom. You’d gone shopping with your mom to pick out the perfect outfit, booked an appointment to get your hair styled for the occasion, and called a florist to purchase a boutonniere to pin on Ryan’s suit that matched your outfit.

As you’d doodled your name next to Ryan’s in your journal and decorated it with hearts one evening last week, your best friend Taerae laid on your bed-- legs dangling off the side as he strummed his guitar.

“(Y/N)...” He sang suddenly in an improvised melody. “Put down your pen... It’s getting annoying... So please tell me when...”

You turned around and glared at him, but he continued.

“You’ll stop your obsession... With that asshole named Ryan... He hasn’t even asked you to prom yet, what if he doesn’t ask you, your heart is gonna break and I’m gonna have to pick up the pieces and glue them all together again and--.”

“None of that rhymed.”

“Lyrics don’t have to rhyme for them to hold meaning,” Taerae responded, arms flopping onto the bed in a T-position dramatically. “I’m worried about you. I think this guy might be taking advantage of you.”

“At least someone wants to,” you joked, but the levity didn’t quite reach your voice. Taerae sat up abruptly; eyes fixing on you for a long moment. Finally, he sighed and pulled his guitar strap over his head-- placing the instrument beside him. 

“A lot of people want to take advantage of you, (Y/N).”

Your jaw dropped as you watched Taerae realize what he just said. He’d already begun shaking his head and waving his arms about profusely by the time a smile crept onto your face.

“NOT WHAT I MEANT!” He shouted frantically and the sheer panic on his face was enough to make you burst out laughing. At the sound of your laughter, Taerae couldn’t help but grin and the appearance of his deep dimples was admittedly comforting to you. “You already knew that’s not what I meant but... I’m just trying to tell you he’s not the only guy that likes you.”

Your brow furrowed curiously. “Who else likes me?”

“Oh, uh,” Taerae stuttered nervously, averting your gaze. “Lots of guys. Other guys. Girls, too, probably. And nonbinary folk, I’m sure.”

You nodded, unconvinced. “Well all of those other people are gonna have to fight Ryan for my attention, I guess.”

Taerae gulped. “Right.”

“Now shut up, loser,” you said, spinning back around in your desk chair. “I’m trying to name me and Ryan’s fourth child.”

Now as Ryan stands in front of you, he glances at your only two friends that are also sitting at your lunch table. “Hey nerds.”

Taerae mumbles something under his breath but you aren’t paying him any attention. 

“I’ll pick you up at 7, yeah?” Ryan asks suddenly, nodding at you.

Your lips part slightly in confusion. “What?”

“Tomorrow,” he responds brusquely. “Prom.”

“You--... We--... Us? Prom?” You know that gibberish is falling out of your mouth, but your ability to form a coherent sentence has flown out the window.

Ryan gives you an impatient smile. Of course he has every right to be impatient, you think. I can’t even speak well enough to answer his question. “Yeah. Text me your address.”

“We were actually gonna take photos at (Y/N)’s house beforehand,” Dohyun interjects.

Ryan frowns. “Oh. Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

“Really? That’s so nice of you; you don’t have to if you don’t want to!” You say quickly, grinning up at the tall boy.

“Nah, that’s cool. I’ll be there. See you then,” Ryan says with a smile before taking off towards the other end of the cafeteria. His smile is enough to burst your heart-- but lucky for you (and your poor friends), you’re able to muster up enough strength to keep living.

Instead, you merely scream; keeping your mouth closed to muffle the sound. When you finally return to the world around you, you suddenly notice how silent your friends are. 

“What?” You ask, frowning at Dohyun. “Why aren’t you guys excited?”

You turn to Taerae, who is holding a large piece of folded up paper in his hands. “What’s that?”

Snatching it from his hands, Taerae immediately lunges across the table in a panic to grab it back from you. Dohyun also swoops in to steal the paper, but both of their efforts are in vain as you swivel around to face the opposite direction and open what appears to be a poster.

🌸🌺🌸 Will you go to prom with me? 🌸🌺🌸

“OH MY GOD!” You squeal, whipping back around to face your best friend. He rips the poster from your hands and begins folding it back up, cheeks turning red. “You’re asking someone to prom!? WHO!?”

“Oh thank god: you’re an idiot,” Dohyun mumbles, sinking back into his seat.

Your brow furrows confusedly. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” Taerae answers quickly. “No one said anything.”

“Taerae, if you don’t tell me who you’re asking to prom right now, I swear I’m gonna--.”

“MOLLY!” He shouts suddenly, eyes wide as he stares over your shoulder. You turn around to follow his gaze, spotting Taerae’s lab partner, Molly, a few tables behind you. She smiles when she hears Taerae call her name, getting up from her seat and walking over to your table.

“Hi Taerae,” she greets cheerfully, curly short hair bouncing with every step. The very smart, but sometimes obnoxious girl is blinking at your best friend nervously... Holy shit. Had Molly had a crush on Taerae this whole time and you hadn’t noticed?

More importantly... Had Taerae had a crush on her?

“Hi Molly, um... I was wondering,” he starts; his delivery of this promposal a little unprepared. That’s weird, you think. If Taerae was gonna ask someone out, I’m sure he would’ve rehearsed it in the mirror until he lost his voice…

“Dude,” Dohyun interrupts suddenly, eyes wide as he looks at Taerae.

Taerae just ignores him, clearing his throat and starting again; unfolding his poster onto the table once more. “I was wondering, actually, if you’d maybe like to possibly-- and no pressure or anything, maybe someone’s already asked you, but...”

“OH MY GOD! Of course I’ll go to prom with you,” Molly exclaims, throwing her arms around Taerae. You watch as he freezes, never one for accepting public affection from anyone he didn’t know well...

From anyone except you.

You frown at the bizarrely jealous thought. Taerae obviously liked this girl. Just last week, he’d been complaining about her chewing too loud in the computer lab, but maybe he was just trying to cover up his real feelings. Taerae deserved to be happy. 

Any boy that would make a whole poster just to ask someone to prom deserved to be happy. You sigh as you study the poster in front of you. I wish Ryan had made me a poster...

As Taerae starts to fold it back up, you notice some surrounding doodles that you had been too distracted to see before. All around the border of the poster are what appear to be light pink Royal Azaleas.

Your favorite flower. 

Had Taerae really used your favorite flower to decorate his promposal for someone else? How could he?

“Stop it!” You say out loud, earning a weird look from all three of the people surrounding you. You smile awkwardly, trying to laugh off your unintentional angry outburst at your own thoughts. “I mean... Stop being so cute you guys!”

Molly grins. “Text me where to meet you tomorrow! I can’t wait.”

Taerae nods quickly as Molly skips back to her own lunch table. As soon as she’s gone, he lets out a huge sigh and you hear the clamoring of his glasses as his head falls to the table.

“But this is amazing, Tae,” you say, staring at the top of Taerae’s head as his forehead rests on the surface of the lunch table. He lifts up for a second, folding his arms and laying his right cheek back down on top of them. His hair falls messily in his eyes, unkempt and fluffy as it usually is. But the sudden urge to brush it out of his face takes you by surprise. “I didn’t know you were going to ask Molly to prom today.”

Dohyun snorts from beside you, now totally engrossed in the game he’s playing on his phone:

“Neither did he.”

~~~

“(Y/N), come down here! We need to take pictures before you leave,” your mother calls from downstairs. “We’re gonna head outside so please hurry up and join us!”

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, anxiety building. Nearly everything about your appearance for tonight is perfect-- your hair, your skin, your outfit; even your shoes. Your friends and family are in your front yard waiting for you.

But all you can think about is how Ryan hasn’t shown up yet.

You’d texted him your address. Told him what time to come over. And now he’s already thirty minutes late. You’d have to leave soon to get to the school on time. 

“Where is he?” You whisper to yourself, grabbing your phone from your bed and checking your notifications again. Nothing.

“(Y/N), if you don’t get your ass down here right now!” The voice that’s calling you now is Taerae’s. His threat is angry enough that it makes you move-- opening the door to your room and walking to the top of the stairs. 

Taerae is furiously typing on his phone as you make your way down the stairs, his back turned to you. He’s wearing a dark blue suit-- slim-fitting and tailored to him perfectly. When you reach the second to last step, you clear your throat.

Your best friend looks up at you now, eyes wide as he takes in your appearance. His hair is pushed back, still fluffy but out of his face. You’re surprised to find yourself thinking that he looks very handsome. You blink away the thought as you continue to study Taerae-- eventually realizing that something is missing.

“No glasses?” You ask, waiting for him to respond. When he doesn’t, you prompt him again. “Taerae?”

“Oh, uh,” he begins to reply finally, shaking his head as if to clear his mind. “Yeah, just for tonight. My mom... thought it would look nice.”

“Your mom is right,” you say, smiling softly at him. “She usually is though.”

“You’re perfect,” Taerae says suddenly; eyebrows shooting up when he realizes what he just said. “I mean, you look perfectly ready to go and take pictures! And then go to prom. And stuff. You know? Like, you look perfect. Well--... You--... Um--...”

He’s rambling now and you don’t blame him. Your whole lives, you and Taerae had maintained a friendship without most pleasantries a normal friendship might have. Your affection towards each other usually came in the form of play-fighting, insults, sharing sweet potato fries at lunch, and other subtle acts of service. Only when one of you was having a particularly hard day would the other offer a hug or hand to hold or words of affirmation. You and Taerae were so close that normal affection usually seemed pretty arbitrary. 

So this compliment from Taerae, even if it was unintentional is... different.

You swallow hard, averting your best friend’s gaze. “So do you.”

Brushing past him, you open the front door and step out onto your porch-- Taerae following behind you after a moment. You check your phone again for any texts from Ryan.

“He’s a prick, (Y/N),” Taerae says softly, as you continue to stare at your phone screen-- willing your eyes not to water. “Don’t let him ruin this for you. This was all your idea. You wanted to go to prom. You wanted to take pictures beforehand. Why are you letting this guy totally fuck up your night?”

Your eyes meet Taerae’s. He’s right and you know it. Ryan couldn’t care less about you and it was evident in the way he’d asked you (or rather, told you that you were going with him) to prom-- and the way he hadn’t shown up on time to your house. In fact, the whole day you’d been consumed by two feelings: the first being obsession over whether or not Ryan would like your outfit, your hair, your parents, your house...

The second being that deep down, in the pit of your stomach, you were filled with regret about your fixation these past couple of months on the soccer star. Even Taerae had made a nice poster for Molly. Not that he’d even bothered to tell you that he was asking her. And not that you cared what Taerae did or didn’t do for people he liked.

Right?

“Tae, I--.”

“Taerae!” A chipper voice calls from around the corner. Molly appears at the bottom of the porch steps, motioning for your best friend to come down. “Come take pictures! You too, (Y/N). Just because your prom date’s a bust, doesn’t mean you can steal mine!”

Your jaw drops slightly in shock. “I wasn’t--... That’s not--...”

“Chop, chop!” Molly says, walking back over to where all of your parents are standing-- Dohyun in the middle of them, talking their ears off. 

Not wanting any more accusations being hurled at you on your own property, you give Taerae a quick shrug before following her out onto the lawn.

~

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Ryan’s red sports car now as he parks in the school lot. He’d finally shown up two minutes before you were about to have to hop into Taerae’s car and ride in the backseat behind him and his date. Your mom, who was making no attempt to hide her displeasure, was able to snap a quick few photos of you before you left.

Ryan turns off the car, stuffing his keys in his right pocket before leaning back again into his seat. He’s staring at you and you’re not really sure how to respond. You reach for the door latch, but you feel his hand touch your left arm before you can open it.

You identify the look in his eyes right away-- he wants to kiss you. Come to think of it, you hadn’t kissed Ryan in over a week. You’d been busy with an essay and had to cancel your “tutoring sessions”. Usually, the idea would excite you. But tonight, it almost made your stomach turn.

A knock on your window startles you and you look over to find Taerae smiling at you-- more than a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Ryan rolls down your window. “Dude, what are you--?”

“(Y/N) really wants to go to prom with you,” he replies, opening your door for you. You hop out immediately, grateful for the interference. “So you can save whatever you’re gonna do for later.”

You don’t look back at Ryan, walking as quickly as you can towards the front doors of the school. Eventually, Ryan, Taerae and Molly all catch up to you as you walk through the entranceway.

A beautiful balloon arch greets you as you enter the gym, fairy lights and vintage streamers lining every inch of the walls. It’s exactly as you’d imagined-- the prom of your dreams.

“JORDAN!” Ryan shouts suddenly from behind you, almost knocking you down as he runs to greet one of his stupid jock friends. 

You start to fall, but a pair of hands are already on your shoulders to keep you upright. “Thanks,” you mumble as Taerae pushes you through the balloon arch and towards the open floor.

“Where do you wanna sit, Taerae?” Molly asks, smiling at him expectantly. “I’m sure (Y/N) is gonna go sit with Ryan.”

You glance back to where Ryan had run off to, finding him completely surrounded by his many popular friends. You turn back to Molly and Taerae, forcing yourself to nod. 

“You should sit with us,” Taerae says, the pity in his eyes growing more embarrassing every minute. You aren’t going to ruin his night with Molly. You just couldn’t do that to your best friend.

Shaking your head, you try to smile reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”

“(Y/N)...”

��You guys have fun! I’ll see you in a bit,” you call, wandering off to a table in the opposite corner. Once you take your seat, it’s as if you’ve been glued to it permanently.

You watch all of your peers rush to the dance floor, laugh together, embrace each other... Not once does Ryan ever come find you. But you know deep down that you sort of deserve it. How had you been so obsessed with one boy asking you to prom and ended up being the only person here having such a miserable time?

You should never have come. Or you should have come alone. Or with Taerae.

Taerae...

Your eyes rest on your best friend, who is sitting with Molly at their table. He’s leaning back comfortably in his chair; navy blue suit contrasting perfectly with his light olive skin. His smile is bright and pretty-- why the hell does he look so pretty tonight? 

Is he having fun with Molly? Is he thinking about me?

Almost as if he’s heard your thought, Taerae’s eyes meet yours. The smile on his face instantly fades to an expression of concern and you hate it. You want him to smile at you like he was just smiling at Molly. 

But why would he smile at you like that? He likes Molly.

Not you.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you look at the screen to find a message from Taerae.

Are you okay??

You look back up at him, deciding to nod and give him a thumbs up-- hoping for that dimpled smile to return to his face. It doesn’t.

(Y/N), please just come over here You’re breaking my heart

Learning that you sitting alone in a corner is ruining Taerae’s prom experience is not what you needed to hear. Pressing your lips together awkwardly, you nod slowly at him; starting to stand up from your chair to go talk to him for a bit.

But you stop in your tracks when you watch Molly grab Taerae’s hand and pull him up out of his chair. She’s trying to tug him towards the dance floor-- his eyes widening in panic as they remain locked on you.

You wave him on, trying your best to smile at him. You feel your lip quiver and you hope he doesn’t notice from the other end of the gym. Taerae reluctantly stops resisting Molly and joins her on the dance floor after giving you another regretful look.

“Heyyyy (Y/N),” a voice slurs in your ear now, an arm wrapping around you from behind. You look up to find Ryan, smiling goofily back at you. He’s piss drunk, of course.

“Hi,” you say shortly, attempting to wiggle out of his hold but the alcohol hasn’t lessened his strength. “Can you let go, please?”

“Why would I do that?” He asks rhetorically, tequila coating his breath. “You’re my date.”

“Am I?” You spit, finally breaking free of his grip. “I couldn’t tell.”

He frowns. “What do you want? Do you want to dance or something? We can dance.”

“I want to go home,” you respond, glaring at him. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

With that, you’re walking past Ryan and through the balloon arch out of the gym. It’s not until you’re standing in the hallway that you hear a set of footsteps following you.

You turn around to find Ryan standing behind you, a small silver flask in hand. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you home,” he answers, unscrewing the top off the flask and taking a sip. “You said you wanted to go home.”

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, eyes wide with shock. “You’re drunk. You’re not getting behind the wheel like this.”

He shrugs. “I’m really good at it! I do it all the time.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper, shaking your head at him in awe. “You fucking suck, you know that?”

His brow furrows in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you start, jaw setting in anger. “You’ve ignored me all night. You didn’t show up at my house on time to take pictures. You tried to skip prom to makeout with me in your car. Not to mention, you didn’t even ask me to prom. You told me yesterday that you would pick me up tonight. And now you want to drive me home and you can’t even stand up straight!?

Ryan stares at you for a long moment before the corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “Are you playing hard to get?”

You sigh exasperatedly. “You already got me! I was literally eating out of your palm for two whole months. I can’t believe I let myself be so stupid... Now I never want to see you ever again!”

He frowns. “It’s because of that Taeri kid, isn’t it?”

“What? No, no--...” It’s at that moment that you look back into the gym, spotting your best friend dancing with his date. He looks so stupid; he might even be the worst dancer you’ve ever met. So why does the sight of him make your heart swell? “His name’s Taerae. And he’s my best friend. That apparently likes someone else and never told me.”

You turn back to Ryan to find him staring back at you, wide-eyed. “Damn,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re in love with your weird friend.”

“I am not!” You protest, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “And he’s not weird, he’s just... Okay, yeah he’s weird. But the good kind of weird.”

“Wow. Denial much?” He says, laughing.

Your brow furrows curiously. “Why are you so okay with this? Weren’t you just asking me if I was playing hard to get?”

“It’s cool. You guys would probably make a better match anyway,” he responds with a shrug. “Plus I already hooked up with Steph in the bathroom, so I’m all set for the night if I have to be.”

You sigh, shaking your head in awe of the absolute dickhead standing in front of you. Turning on your heel and walking towards the exit doors, you mumble, “Goodnight, Ryan.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he calls after you, far too cheerily. “Tell him! Or that girl’s gonna snatch him right up. Have you seen the way she’s been looking at him all night?”

Yeah. I have.

~

It had been a decent night for Taerae. Molly had turned out to be a good enough prom date. They talked about their science project most of the night, but he hadn’t really known what else to say. Besides, he was far too distracted to have any sort of real conversation when he’d been keeping at least one eye on you the whole night.

The pain he felt watching you sit alone at an empty table-- scrolling through your phone, tears rolling down your cheek periodically when you thought no one was watching you.

But Taerae was watching you. How could he not be when the most beautiful person in the room was his best friend?

Of course the one time he’d taken his eyes off you, you’d gone missing.

So far, he’d checked the buffet table, the photobooth, the hallway... He’d even knocked on the bathroom door (and received a very annoyed response from whoever was inside). But you were nowhere to be found.

That’s when he spots Ryan. The star of the soccer team is sitting down at the end of the bathroom hallway, back leaned against a locker. Taerae runs up to him frantically, smelling the liquor on his breath from six feet away.

“Where’s (Y/N)!?” Taerae shouts, shaking Ryan’s shoulders when he doesn’t answer.

The tall boy groans. “How should I know?”

“Because (Y/N)’s your date?  Don’t you have any idea where your fucking date is!?”

“Jesus, chill out. This is why I said you were weird,” Ryan mumbles, slurring his words. “(Y/N) went home already.”

“What?” Taerae asks, mind racing. “Did you say something? Did you do something? Did you put your hands on--?”

“Probably, yeah. I don’t remember,” he responds, pointing up at Taerae. “But I thought (Y/N) was gonna tell you. I said to tell you so that that girl... doesn’t...”

Before he can finish his entirely incoherent sentence, Ryan has slumped over onto his side and fallen asleep. 

“Tell me what?” Taerae asks; attempting to shake him awake. But it’s no use. “For christ’s sake...”

He turns around, about to run back towards the gym, but instead he comes face to face with his own prom date.

“Oh, Molly, I--,” he starts, but the girl in front of him cuts him off quickly.

“Go,” she says simply, the knowing smile on her face confirming to Taerae that she’s well aware of what’s going on. “Go get (Y/N).”

Taerae sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. This is not cool of me at all.”

“No, it’s not,” Molly says with a laugh. “But I knew you liked (Y/N) the whole time. Once Dohyun opens his mouth, it’s hard to get him to shut it.”

Taerae smiles. “I always knew Dohyun would spill all my secrets one day.”

Molly shrugs. “It’s okay actually. Because tonight made me realize I kind of like Dohyun way more than you anyway. He’s more my type. He actually laughs at my chemistry jokes.”

“Oh, uh,” Taerae falters, eyebrows raising in shock. Dohyun? More her type? Taerae didn’t know that Dohyun was anyone’s type. Not that Taerae thought he was anyone’s type either. “Yeah, I guess I’m more of a biology guy.”

Molly hums. “Do you think you could put in a good word for me then?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah, sure.”

“No hard feelings, then?” Molly asks, smiling up at him.

“No, none at all, I guess,” Taerae agrees-- though the entirely absurd thought of someone using him to get to Dohyun is still eating away at the back of his brain. “You’re okay if I leave now? Do you have a ride home?”

Molly nods happily. “I’ll see you on Monday! Don’t forget the Chapter 13 exam,” she says, walking back down the hallway towards the gym.

 “And tell me how it goes with (Y/N)!”

~

You’re face down on your bed, having flopped there in a puddle of tears as soon as you’d gotten home and changed into your pajamas. Your dad had picked you up and you’d driven home in uncomfortable silence apart from your quiet sniffling. You’re currently subsisting on an entirely separate plane of existence-- one with excessive tears and nothing else.

But a rattling at your window startles you, causing you to jump up to see what’s making the sound. You’re even more startled when you realize that the sound is actually that of Taerae fiddling with the latch on your window frame.

You run to the window, unlocking the latch and pushing it open. You whisper-shout at your idiotic best friend, “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Remember when I used to do this when I lived next door? Before we moved?” He replies, completely out of breath and barely managing to hang onto the vines of ivy running down the side of your house. 

“Taerae, you moved when we were ten years old! You weighed at least 30 kilograms less than you do now. Are you crazy!?” Grabbing onto his arms and pulling him through the window, he lands with an ungracious thud on your bedroom floor.

“Huh,” he says, panting to catch his breath as he lies flat out on his back on your beige carpet. “I used to be in really good shape then. Maybe I should start working out.”

You sit down next to him, your back leaning against the side of your bed. You look at the right leg of his suit pants, finding a wet spot on the knee. He must’ve fallen before he successfully climbed up to your window.

He looks just as pretty lying here like this as he had all night-- only now, he looks a bit more like the Taerae you were used to. His hair had fallen into his eyes a bit more and he must’ve switched out his contact lenses for his glasses on his way here. Maybe your best friend had always been this beautiful... Maybe you’d just never taken the time to notice before.

Your eyes widen suddenly. “Taerae, what are you doing here? Where’s Molly?”

He sighs annoyedly. “Ask Dohyun.”

“What?” You ask, brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Never mind,” he says, rolling his eyes. “It’s a long story.”

You frown. “Prom isn’t even over yet. Why did you leave?”

“Because Ryan told me you left,” he answers, finally sitting up to look at you. “I needed to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, you could’ve texted me,” you respond, looking around you for your phone.

Taerae points to your desk and you turn to see your phone sitting on the corner of it. “You weren’t answering.”

“Oh,” you say softly, eyes falling to your lap. “I guess I wasn’t.”

“Look at me,” Taerae requests suddenly and you reluctantly oblige. You know you must look absolutely insane. Hair out of place, eyes red and puffy and face blotchy from crying. He smiles at you sadly again, just like he had been the whole night. “I know you’re not okay. You can be upset. You know I won’t judge you.”

His words are all you need for the tears to start flowing again. In less than a second, Taerae’s arms have wrapped around you; holding you tightly in his embrace. It’s comforting, but at the same time it’s not. Not if he knew the real reason you’d been crying so much.

“He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N),” he says, hand finding its way to the back of your head to pet your hair. “I’m so, so sorry that he treated you this way. He was never worth your time.”

You swallow back your tears, before pulling away from Taerae. Your arms still tangled up with his, you say finally, “I know.”

He stares at you for a moment before that sad smile returns. “You should know. I’m glad that you know. He doesn’t deserve any of your tears.”

“They’re not for him.” The truth falls from your lips before you can chicken out. You brace for the instant regret that should come with saying these words, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you feel the beginnings of relief.

Taerae’s head tilts to the side questioningly. “What--... What do you mean?”

Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth and you bite it hard to dissolve the anxiety in your chest. “I wasn’t crying over him.”

“Oh...” He says softly, utter confusion written all over his face. “So... You... Okay, no, I don’t get it.”

Of course Taerae didn’t get it. He had a wonderful night with the girl he likes. And the person who’d ruined it for him was you.

“Oh, I just remembered that Ryan said you wanted to tell me something?” Taerae says, brow furrowed curiously. “Or that he told you to tell me something? I dunno. He wasn’t making much sense right before he passed out.”

“I like someone else,” you blurt; the rush of adrenaline causing you to stand up and find something to busy yourself with before your nails dig holes into your palms. You walk over to your record player, turning it on and dropping the needle on whatever album is already loaded. When the sound flows from the speakers, you realize it’s an R&B album you picked up from a vintage thrift shop across town last week. 

Taerae stands up, too-- recognizing the tension in your voice. “You do?”

You nod, avoiding his gaze. “Mmhmm.”

“That’s... That’s great, (Y/N),” he encourages, but there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. “I just hope whoever it is, they’re much nicer to you.”

“He’s really nice to me, actually,” you confirm, finally turning around to look at Taerae again. You catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes before he shifts his focus  down to the floor.

It’s now or never.

“Even when I steal his sweet potato fries.”

There’s a lag in his response. It takes a full ten seconds for Taerae to look up at you and, when he does, his eyes are wide and his lips are parted in shock. He’s so silent that you’re suddenly sure you’ve made a terrible mistake.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “I’m really sorry; maybe I shouldn’t’ve said that. I know you like Molly and I’m sorry you left prom early to check on me and I know I’ve been so annoying these past couple months and maybe it’s not fair of me to say any of this but when you made that poster for her and it had those Royal Azaleas on it-- that’s my favorite flower, how could you do that, you insensitive piece of--.”

For the last couple moments of your insane rambling, Taerae had been stepping towards you-- closing the gap between you and him quickly before finally cupping your face in his hands and connecting your lips in a particularly unskilled kiss.

When he pulls back, he’s blinking at you with innocent eyes; a blush heating his cheeks.

“Was that your first kiss?” You ask, a small smile turning up the corners of your lips. Taerae’s bottom lip has found its way between his teeth and he’s biting it hard to alleviate his nervous energy; hands dropping to his sides. He just nods in response.

Your right hand raises to his jaw now; left hand resting on his shoulder. Pulling him in to kiss you again, you say softly, “Just follow me for a second.”

When your lips are on Taerae’s again, you squeeze his shoulder gently to get him to relax. He responds to this, letting you lead until he feels confident enough to match you. And once he does...

You’re ready to kick yourself for not falling for him sooner.

“It was for you,” he says softly in between kisses. “I made it for you.”

You pull back to look at him. “What?”

“The poster. The promposal,” Taerae clarifies. “It had your favorite flowers on it, because it was for you.”

Your eyebrows raise as the truth sinks in. Taerae had been trying to ask you to prom yesterday; that’s why he was acting so weird. And Dohyun had obviously been enlisted to help.

“You wanted to go so badly,” he explains. “I know not with me, but I just wanted to try and make you happy anyway.”

A sad laugh escapes you. “Tell me honestly: why are you letting me confess to you right now? Do I really deserve it after all I must’ve put you through?”

Taerae shakes his head. “You definitely don’t,” he affirms before grinning at you. Finally those perfect dimples are on display just for you. “But I’m such a sucker for you. Those sweet potato fries only cost a dollar, you know?”

“I know,” you whisper, grabbing the collar of his navy suit jacket and pulling him in once more. You kiss him sweetly and his arms snake their way around your waist in response. “They just taste better coming from your tray.”

“I don’t even like them,” he says, kissing you again; a smirk on his lips. “I just get them so you’ll steal them from me.”

~

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~

“(Y/N)?”

Your mother calling you from the other side of your door jolts you, sending you and Taerae scrambling off each other on your bed-- where you haven’t really let each other breathe for the past twenty minutes.

“If Taerae’s sleeping over, can you tell him to turn his headlights off, please?” That’s all your mom says before her footsteps travel back down the stairs; a hint of a smirk in her voice.

Taerae’s eyes widen, his hands searching his pockets for his keys. When he doesn’t find them, he smiles at you sheepishly. “Oops.”

“So stealthy of you,” you tease, hitting his chest lightly as you attempt to catch your breath. He grabs your hand, pulling you back into him and reattaching your lips. Before your mind goes blank again, you pull back. “Go turn your car off!”

“Fine,” he sighs, annoyedly. Pushing himself up off the bed with his hands, he finally stands up and walks towards the window. “Here I go. Just like you asked.”

You walk over to him, grabbing his shoulders from behind and turning him towards your bedroom door. “No more scaling buildings for tonight, King Kong.”

“Really? King Kong? Couldn’t have said something sexier like Spiderman or?”

Before he reaches for the doorknob, you turn him back to face you. Raising up on your toes cutely, you press one more kiss to his lips. “I just don’t really like spiders.”

“That’s right,” he says, palm cupping your cheek. “Giant gorilla it is, then.”

“Now go turn your car off so we can get back to what we were doing...”

Taerae’s hand flies to the doorknob; throwing the door open and running to the stairs as fast as he possibly can. 

Just before he disappears down the stairs, he turns back to you-- pounding his chest with his fists lightly like the cutest, lamest gorilla to ever exist.

“This idiot,” you whisper, shaking your head.

I must really love him.

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[finniestoncrane]

Howdy! I', still kinda new to this restaurant But I'm a lady who likes a nice sit-in. Looked up the menu online, so I already know I'd like to order a plain black coffee, and the question mark nuggies for a main, with noodles, and a side of curly fries and a breadstick if you've got any left.

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"How is that for you?"

Edward fluffed up the pillow and let you rest your head on it for a moment before offering your criticism, which he waited for patiently.

"It's fine, Ed. Really."

You couldn't help but smile at him, admiring the effort he was putting in to making sure you were as comfortable as possible.

"I promise you, had I known that there would be only one bed in this hotel room, and no sofa to boot, I would have... well, let's just say that my villainy would have extended beyond our main plans."

You rolled over to set an alarm and to make sure your phone was charged, but you spoke to him as you did so.

"Ed. I promise you, it's ok. Travelling is always a pain. I'm more surprised that things can go wrong for you, at least without Batman being involved."

Ignoring your almost churlish remark about his nemesis, he lay down in the bed himself, facing your back.

"Well, even so... If there's anything else I can do for you to make this more comfortable, please let me know."

Quickly deciding to take a risk, you spoke up, still facing away from him, unable to look into his eyes as you asked for his assistance.

"Hm... actually, if you're sure?"

"Of course!"

"It's sort of cold in here, don't you think?"

"Would you like me to go an pester the inadequate front of house staff for more blankets?"

Shot down, but determined, you clarified.

"No, no. I doubt they'd make any difference. I was actually thinking... it's a little bit strange to have such a big gap between us. That's hardly comfortable. And if you were to move just a little bit closer, I might feel warmer..."

You swallowed your saliva, nerves buzzing in your chest. You could feel Edward shifting closer to you, his body inching slowly but surely towards yours.

"How's that?"

"A little closer."

"Now?"

"... A little more?"

Now, with his front pressed against your back, he had sussed you out. Your surreptitious efforts to get him closer to you weren't quite enough to outsmart Edward Nygma. But he wasn't prepared to look a fool by assuming too much, despite the fact he knew that he was never wrong.

"And, uh... Eddie... if your arms are uncomfortable or need space, you can always... put them around me."

Comforted by the knowledge that you clearly harboured the same interest in him as he did with you, and that he was, once again, completely correct in hs deductions, he closed his arms around your front and pressed a gentle kiss at the nape of your neck before softly cooing into your ear.

"And will that be all?"

"I'll see how I feel in the morning, but for now, this is perfect."

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[llamagirl28]

The Patreon/Kofi demo has been updated!

For those considering pledging, here's what's new to the demo:

Stumble upon Galahad. Five variations to how your meeting can go based on your intention - will you befriend him, or maybe confront him? Avoid him altogether if you think he's not worth the hassle.

Mordred and their dragon spending time together!

Introducing a new character.

And a few more things I don't want to spoil!

Edits, edits, edits. Corrected grammar, new descriptions, added lore tidbits.

The relationships stats will now also lead to individual info pages for each character when you click their names. The overall system is still in progress, but you can get an idea of what it should look like.

Mobile friendly version. It should now go into potrait mode if playing from your phone.

Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/llamaswriting

Kofi link: https://ko-fi.com/llamaswriting

#the bastard of camelot #Patreon #Kofi

[ota-pixelart]

Is your kofi and those pokemon commissions you reblogged still active? Your link doesn't seem to go anywhere? It redirects to a general art gallery as it can't find your username I guess. In the same vein, in your bio you're missing the s: oh the https:// so it's giving an incorrect link (though corrected still doesn't go to a valid kofi page.)

Sloppy kid changes handle and wreaks havoc -_-

Thank you for the heads up! I edited the post and my bio to feature the correct link now, which is https://ko-fi.com/ota_pixelart

And yeah, the trainer card commish is still available :D

[striving-artist]

Hi there! I wanted to ask what your stance was regarding permission for getting your artwork tattooed? I absolutely adore your Khuzdul glyphs and would love to know your thoughts on this and whether this would be an option. Thankyou so much in advance.x

I’ve had people ask before, and it’s absolutely fine to get them done as tattoos. If you’re comfortable sending a picture of it done, even better!

I’ve had requests about the Night Court Marques, same stance there.

There’s no obligation, you can absolutely use them for free, but I do have a kofi. And if you want me to modify something or do it custom for you, reach out, and I can for a reasonable price.

And soon (like in the next week) I’ll be opening an online shop that will include tattoo designs and (if I can find a print on demand service) temporary tattoos.

#khuzdul #glyphs #kushiel's dart #kushiel #marques #i am endlessly awkward about kofi #because I always feel like others need help more #but I’m trying to save for my tattoo #while unemployed #so I think I have to get over it. #now with corrected kofi link

[triaelf9]

The correct amount of chaos XD

Enjoy!

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All past art and doodles are in my Moments area too, or for non mobile iOS users, at this link: https://twitter.com/TriaElf9/moments

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[halcyon-writings]

solace - zagreus/reader

requested: yes (anonymous) // #13 “handle with care” from prompt list a

note(s): once again on the marcy is boo boo the fool and deleted the first draft on accident (which included the ask), hopefully this saves jfkdkj, kinda spoilers for this game as some are referenced, kinda suggestive so 18+ only please! also love that the first thing i write for hades is lowkey horny but shh

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You huff in fond exasperation as Zagreus keeps a tight hold against you, keeping you in your shared bed. 

He of course only laughs quietly. pulling you closer, were it possible. And you’re tucked against his bare chest, well, not like either of you were wearing much anyway. 

Of course, you take pleasure in the yelp he makes when you press your cold hands to his sides. 

“Eugh, cold,” He holds your wrists, keeping your hands away as you attempt to free them. 

You raise an eyebrow, a bemused look on your face, “Why colder than the boons from Lady Demeter?”

He gives you an unreadable look, before burying his face into your hair, mumbling a quiet yes, moving down as he left kisses on your temple, moving down your neck, to your shoulders, to your chest-

You roll your eyes, “You big baby.” But you make no move to push him away or even get up at the moment. Finding yourself far too comfy in his arms (and humming in satisfaction as his mouth begins to wander further down your chest and to your navel).

Fingers curling around his dark locks, free from the laurel crown that he usually wore constantly. You tug slightly, smile growing as he lets out a small choked out gasp. Once more sending you a glorified pout. Before he all but pounces on you, trapping you between his arms as look up at him, back on the bed.

“How cruel,” He says in mock hurt.

You sit up slightly, planting a kiss to his nose, “My my, don’t tell me you can’t handle it, Prince.”

Dual colored eyes darken with what you know to be lust. Before he presses his lips to yours in a much deeper kiss. Pulling away with a self satisfied smirk on his face.

You had to always try not to laugh whenever he got turned on to you calling him that.

“I was planning on going to the lounge,” He tilts his head in a half considering motion, before leaning down, his dual colored eyes meeting your own, “However I do think I’d be much better suited to staying here.”

You laugh quietly, “The honor of having you in my chambers.”

“Our chambers,” He corrects smartly.

“Ah yes, ours.”

He brings you into another kiss, this time you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Neither of you would be leaving the bed anytime soon.

He lowers himself into your hold, and you’re reminded of the weight he suddenly carries, more metaphorically than anything.

Leaving here, finding his mother.

For once his breathing evens out before yours. Eyes fluttering shut as he exhales softly in his sleep. Your hand running through his hair twirling small strands between your finger tips. His head lays on your chest.

You don’t know what he has on his mind, and you wish you could press on more, however you know that from the look in his eyes, it was best to give Zagreus time to figure out what he was going to do next. 

You ignore the lingering feeling in the back of your mind, especially when you had seen him inspecting his weapons closely, no doubt preparing on making another excursion.

You know his fate is to continue to try and find a way out of here, regardless of success or failure, and that he’ll face so much, having done so already. But for now, you can only hope that you can provide some form of comfort, solace, for him right now.

And when you wake up alone in your shared bed, his side was already cold and Stygius missing, you ignore the wrenching feeling in your heart. He hadn’t even said goodbye.

#hades game imagine #zagreus x reader #zagreus imagine #zagreus imagines #hades game x reader #imagine hades #yeah man idk if this game has any reader inserts for it yet but now here i am #mine

[soukoku-rivals]

Chapter 9, page 36

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At this point it feels like we are repeating the same stuff here but - consent is important! So even if you skipped last 3 pages, you still get consent talk.

Want to join the Discord or follow me on Kofi? All the useful links are in the Masterpost! Early access to pages for Kofi supporters every Friday and extra content every Monday.

It feels like the whole point if this chapter was just showing how much people care about Chuuya and Dazai and how much they care for each other.

There are hundreds of Soukoku fics where their relationship is bordering on toxic. I'm here for the soft parts [and angst but love hurts. and is fluffy]

They are meant for each other.

[so this was a long one that didn't fit in tumblr window. sorry for the small font]

Consent is definitely sexy. I cannot imagine anything more enticing than the knowledge that your partner wants you as much as you want them. it must be so intoxicating!

Generally, in Chuuya's life people used him for his power and for what he could do for them. To some point Chuuya accepts it as a part of life [the best example here would be the Mafia. Chuuya is an executive but for Mori he is also a powerful weapon].

Dazai wants to show him that this point of view cannot always be accepted and Chuuya deserves better.

Yasss, some hugging, some loving, all the good stuff.

'Yeah *she says guiltily*.

The Master and Margarita was one of the subjects I wanted to cover in Author's Notes that I will be posting after we finish the comic but since you asked, may as well do it now.

First of all, yes, the subject should have definitely been covered in the main story and it is entirely my fault it wasn't. However, when I got to this part, I realized it should have been covered way sooner than the last chapter.

This is going to be a long rant but a short version would be I probably didn't explain well enough why Fyodor used it and how it relates to his relationship with Chuuya.

Long version is, well, complicated.

From the characters point of view, Fyodor didn't actually need to use The Master and Margarita on Chuuya. He himself is smart and manipulative enough, that he would be able to control an amnesic Chuuya without any enhancements. The reason he even hired Bulgakov and his troupe was because of Hela. Hela was his connection to Dumas and Locke. She gave him the information he needed to get Dumas' blood and cause Locke to erase Chuuya's memories. Later, she betrayed him [still part of the plan] so that Chuuya could land in Agency's hands, where he had a chance at grabbing Atsushi.

The main reason Fyodor actually even used The Master and Margarita was to cause Dazai more distress [you may remember how panicked he was once he found out about Bulgakovs ability.]

Ultimately, while the ability made Chuuya easier to control, it wasn't actually a necessity. It looked important because from Dazai's point of view it could be tragic in consequences, but in reality it didn't play much role.

That's why I said it should have been addressed earlier, preferably in Dazai's flat after Chuuya got his memories back, when Dazai still wasn't entirely sure about his loyalties. As I said before, main reason for using Bulgakov was to get Dumas and Locke involved, and scare Dazai, but a bonus was convincing Chuuya that Fyodor's views on abilities are correct - abilities are a sin, and sinners must be destroyed. Of course, once the ability was nullified, that effect slowly disappeared. However, Chuuya may still hold some of Fyodor's convictions.

The Master and Margarita was never used with intent of getting Chuuya to have sex with Fyodor. That was pure manipulation on Fyodor's part - 'if you're loyal to me, you will do it.' Of course, the ability probably influenced Chuuya's behavior but ultimately sex was coerced through different means.

From mine, as in the author's, point of view - I wanted Chuuya's experience to be more relatable and also using mind control as an explanation for Fyoya would be getting rid of problem way too.

I think I mentioned before, but one of my friends was in sort of a similar abusive relationship and as I got to this part, it felt as if enforcing sex with ability would somehow cheapen the real trauma. If the source of the traume was the mind control, than yeah, sure, that is one terrifying thing to imagine that someone may control you this way. However, it was mostly about physical intimacy and how Chuuya was allowing himself to be used by Fyodor to gain his favor.

At that point if we said 'you were controlled by an ability' would be like saying 'you had no choice, therefore don't feel any guilt about it.' An Chuuya, being the way he is might have thought that either a: he should have known better anyway and wouldn't listen to Dazai, or b: decide that yes, it was all because of an ability, not my fault at all [*happy sexy times with Dazai ensue*]

Not mixing in The Master and Margarita into this conversation/situation actually makes it more tragic and in this case more relatable. Fyodor was using him but Chuuya is struggling with the fact that he allowed it. He could have refused. Nothing was stopping him. Nothing except for his need to be accepted by Fyodor. This seems more like real life to me.

That's why I didn't mention Bulgakov's ability in this situation. I should have put it in sooner. I will know better in the future [hopefully.] I hope this answer satisfies you and clears some things.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya #dazai #fan comic #soukoku #rivals #doujinshi #volume 3 #chapter 9

[alyss-erulisse]

Burger On The Grill

Part 5: Building a Burger--Melted Cheese

After completing the donut tutorial by BlenderGuru, I was challenged to create something similar by myself, so I chose to make a burger. Last time, I grilled up a patty. Now, how about some cheese?

Modeling

Modeling the Cheese by Sanctus – Blender Procedural

Cheese can be draped over the patty with the use of cloth dynamics.

Blender doesn't handle very small simulations particularly well due to floating-point errors, so I have been working on a burger that is sized up by a factor of 50. I will correct the scale to reflect real-world values at the end of the project.

I created a plane and positioned it above the patty. I subdivided that plane a good number of times to provide the necessary detail.

I set the patty as a collision object and added a cloth modifier to the plane. I chose the rubber preset for the cloth modifier. I played the timeline and froze on a frame I liked.

I added a solidify modifier to give the cheese some thickness. Then, I applied the cloth modifier so I would not lose the shape.

It looks pretty good as clay, but I like my burger with some color.

Time for textures!

Texturing

Texturing the Cheese by Default Cube

I started simple with a yellow color for the diffuse, an orange color for the subsurface scattering and numeric values for the subsurface and roughness. Then, I made things complicated by adding noise textures for the subsurface, roughness, transmission and normal.

The subsurface determines how much light enters into the volume of the cheese before it is reflected out.

Roughness determines how shiny the surface is.

Transmission determines how much you can see through the cheese to the meat below; you can see through more in the melty places.

Normal adds more distortion and detail to the surface without altering the geometry.

Here is the textured cheese in Eevee.

For more details, see Cheese Texture node layout at the top of post.

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#blender #tutorial #burger #cheese #3d art #art process #blender guru #food art #cheeseburger #melted #cloth simulation #texturing #materials #3d artist #art #digital art #3d render #blender3d #blendercommunity #blender tutorial

[percabeth4life]

Masterlist

Since it’s been requested I’m going to a do a master list of my fics :) Never made one before!

All my fics are on AO3, most on FFnet and I’m slowly moving them over to Wattpad as well. I’ll link all three sites for the master list.

My username on all the fanfic sites is WardofWinters

If you like my posts on mythology, consider buying me a KOFI

My discords link is HERE

The ATLOP/To Make a Legend Series: Rated T (In Progress)

AO3: Book 1 || Book 2 || Book 3 || Halmaheran Dictionary || Series Page

FF.net: Book 1 || Book 2 || Book 3 || Halmaheran Dictionary

Wattpad: Book 1 || Book 2 || Book 3

Book 1 (ATLOP: Trial by Fire) Summary: Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show. Problem is, he succeeds. Now he has to figure out how to waterbend, and keep the normal people from finding out they have a waterbender in their midst.

Finding out he's actually a child of Poseidon will probably explain a few things.

Close Your Eyes (Dream of Me): Rated T (In Progress-Hiatus)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: Not there

Summary: Soulmates are a wondrous rare thing. To be a soulmate is to switch with your match. Percy opened his eyes to a room full of spiders. Annabeth opened her eyes to a man with a beer bottle standing over her. "Just know it breaks my heart, when soulmates are so far apart." They now have their lives ahead of them, to carve their names amongst the stars. 

Stories of the Future's Past: Rated T (In Progress)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: The Fates have seen troubling times to come, and wish to  correct wrongs before they are done. These wrongs are ancient though,  and not even correcting the Gods could fix the crimes. Thus the Fates go  back, to the times of the Titans. And with some hand-picked heroes, and  a set of books, they hope to prevent the mistakes of the future from  occurring again.

Titans read the books with the kids.

To Be Mortal (To Feel Pain): Rated M (In Progress)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: What if the Lethe didn't affect immortals? It's meant to wipe memories from the mortals after all.

Percy pulled Iapetus into the river as a last ditch effort to save them, but it failed. Unfortunately it meant that Iapetus was very interested in the child who fought even on the brink of death.

Now Percy is trapped with no way out while Iapetus sees just how much pain the child can handle before breaking.

Pearl in the Nile: Rated G (In Progress)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Percy didn't know that the explosion at the London Museum would have such far reaching consequences. But having a nice lady in his head and a weird guy calling him his kid wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Now, that Greek stuff being added on top of his weird Egyptian situation? That was a whole nother matter.

You Will See Me Thrive: Rated T (In Progress)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: Percy Jackson has struggled his whole life handling pain, having Rheumatoid Arthritis would do that to a person, but he's always had his mom there for him. Now he's been thrown into the world of the Gods, and his mom is gone.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse he got claimed by Poseidon, who's being accused of a theft. What a fun time proving him innocent will be.

The Life and Times of Percy Jackson: Rated T (In Progress) (Co-Written with @stargirl1331)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Mod Bluejay and Mod Chikadee liked to make blogs for all kinds of things. Good friends for many years, they worked together on all kinds of blogs. They certainly didn't expect their blog for the latest "tween terrorists" to blow up the way it did. Nor for it to stick around after the original incident. And yet, they were now the official tracking blog for the (no longer a terrorist) Percy Jackson. They now aimed to update the world on the chaos surrounding Percy Jackson's life, and unravel his insane family tree.

But seriously guys, he was cleared of the terrorist accusations, stop sending asks for that.

Guide Me (Through the Storm): Rated G (In Progress)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Percy had known Kym for years, and he couldn’t help but be jealous of her pretty tail, her incredible style, her knowledge of sea culture. So one day when he was ten, when he was hanging out with her he asked a question that had been on the tip of his tongue for years. “Will you show me?"

And Kym did.

The world wasn't ready for the storm borne child of Poseidon.

Searing Hot Sunshine (Or: Of Finding Shade): Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: Nico Di Angelo has never been in a relationship before. This is all very new to him, and he's not quite sure it's how it's supposed to be. But maybe he's just over reacting? Will is kinda nice after all.

In hindsight he probably should've waited before dating someone.

She Saw Him Alive (He Saw Him Dead): Rated G (In Progress)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: Octavian told Jason that Reyna wanted to speak with him privately, and that was the last he ever saw him.

That was the last anyone ever saw him.

Reyna was the last person to see Jason alive.

Octavian is the only one to understand what happened. After all, political assassinations aren't that uncommon.

Grandfather’s Day: Rated G (In Progress)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: Kronos goes from Tartarus to a strange room, suddenly having a body once more. Why are there two kids here? Fates? What's happening?

Or:

I frowned at the chocolate cake, “I’m not sure we made this right… why is it purple?”

“I added blue food dye!”

“I added green food dye!”

“That does not equal purple?” I said, baffled.

I Take the Crown (for you have been harmed): Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: Percy saved many lives in the freak storm that hit New York, but in the process suffered a bad head injury.

With  Percy in a coma, and the ancient laws limiting him, Triton must act to  save his brother. Even if it means betraying those he holds dear.

You Bleed Red (Gold in your Heart): Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: Mortals have always held a sixth sense for when something was off.

This was especially true for those that weren't quite human.

Shrouds of Betrayal: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

FF.net: LINK

Wattpad: LINK

Summary: When you risk your life to save the world and come home to see that no one cared for your fate, well, you tend to not be happy.

Or  when Percy returns to camp and burns the shroud the Ares cabin made he  doesn't just laugh it off, he actually has feelings about it.

From here on out they are only on AO3

When the Heavens Fall to earth: Rated T (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Zeus really did think it would take longer for those kids to get together, but maybe he shouldn't have made that bet on the subject. Poseidon was unendingly smug and Zeus suspected video of this was going to find it's way onto HTV.

He just hoped Percy Jackson wasn't the normal pain in the ass while he followed him around.

Polloi Agápē Hamartíā: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Percy, Annabeth, and Rachel have been dating for months. Annabeth has talked about it some in class, but hadn't actually clarified that… it was all three of them dating. Her classmates come to a grave misunderstanding when they see the trio at the museum.

Doesn't it need more sugar?: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Annabeth wants to learn how to cook. She’s never gotten the chance to before. Percy agrees to teach her, he learned from his mom after all! They could start simple, with cookies! Everyone liked cookies, and they were easy to make.

Percy overestimated Annabeth’s skills.

My Past is my History, My Present is my Legacy: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Frank heard the basics of his family from his grandmother, but with so much going on he wasn’t able to really learn about it. But it was his history, his family- he wanted to learn more. He didn’t understand why he was never taught truly. It was his history, and he would learn about it.

He would make his ancestors proud.

Breaking News! Piper and Jason are single! More at 11: Rated T (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Jason and Piper had had a whirlwind romance. One beloved by the Gods, favored and adored. And yet, Piper found that she wasn’t satisfied like she had been. Jason was wonderful, he really was… but there just wasn’t a spark anymore. It was time to move on, time to figure herself out.

Now if only everyone else would stay out of her romantic life.

Love is Not Blind (Sea and Understand): Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Aphrodite hummed softly, gently, cradling the small child made of curling currents and bending winds. She sang a song of ancient origin, a tune that put to rest the eldritch forces of the ocean which so rarely took human form. The small child slowly retook the form of a child, eyes too bright and too many, limbs shifting and combining and steadying rather than swirling in an eternal stream. She smiled at the little thing, a child whom could not helf/,mp his form. He was safe here, in her arms.

Don't Leave Me (Save Me): Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Delphinus hadn’t spent much time with the young demigod. He had been brought only recently, only recently introduced to his family under the sea. But he was a shy nervous little thing. A hurt thing. Delphinus hadn’t asked what happened, Poseidon had been thunderous at whatever had harmed his young child. But Dephinus was in charge of the boy’s safety right now, so how could he leave him crying begging for him to stay?

A Day at the Aquarium: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Benthesikyme’s siblings had gotten into a fist fight over who was taking Percy to the aquarium Phorcys had founded to replace that nasty one the guy pretending to be him had had. This one was much much better, and everyone knew Percy would want to go.

So while her siblings were fighting, she casually locked them all in a deep swell, then left to go pick up Percy for their sibling bonding time.

If they wanted to take him they should’ve been smarter about it.

Becoming One with the Sea: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: “Okay… don’t freak out” Percy said, wringing his hands as Rhodos and Kym watched him. “Percy… what did you do?” Percy cleared his throat, “Uh, so… I would like to introduce Pontos, Primordial God of the Sea.” “… why are you pointing to yourself?"

A Cave is a Vault by Another Name: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Percy loved most of his family, they loved him too. He was the youngest God in the family, crafted by Poseidon’s own hand. But um… one of his family members wasn’t exactly- well… sane about him.

Triton didn’t mean anything by it, Percy knew that, but he really wished Triton would stop trying to lock him in caves to “keep him safe”.

Thalassa: The Cure for Anything: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Percy tried not to cry, feeling his blood spilling into the water. He’d fallen so far, so deep, leaving behind Annabeth and Thalia and Grover and those two kids they were trying to rescue-

“Shhh, just relax, this won’t hurt a bit,” murmured a voice of seafoam and starlight and curling waves.

Percy relaxed, half from blood loss and half from the soothing voice around him. She was right, it didn’t hurt anymore.

Salacia, Sally, Sea Shelter: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Neptune had been ignored and scorned by the Roman demigods for many many years. He felt no sorrow in refusing to help them now, when they finally called for his aid. If they’d wanted his aid, his assistance, his care, then they should have offered it in equal measures.

Salacia, his darling wife, was more merciful than him though.

Venom of Love: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Thetis did not have children often these days, she preferred raising them herself after all. But occasionally she still did, and it was time for another of her children to be handed off. To be married.

But Thetis was a protective mother, and she certainly had opinions about this venomous son of Poseidon. Her Annabeth would not be endangered, she would make sure of it.

Blood is Thicker than Water: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Percy hasn’t been taught much of the Nesoi, or other Island Gods and Spirits. Rhodos had her brother for the weekend, and she was determined to fix this. The Islands were as much a part of the sea as the water it was made of. He would learn to care for the life blood of his sister.

Hunt my Haunt and Haunt my Hunt: Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Doris had very few protecting hunted grounds, but those she did have she protected viciously. So, she didn’t really appreciate this group of demigods hunting in her area, not even a son of Poseidon. They would learn the hard way what she thought of that.

She Sees Seaborne by the Seashore: Rated T (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Percy’s coronation had been a long time coming, an announcement to the sea of who he was, what he was, his status and position. Psamathe didn’t normally attend such things, but her daughter had mentioned this boy recently… mentioned what he had tried to do for her.

Psamathe wanted to meet him.

Téras (A Divine Omen): Rated G (Complete)

AO3: LINK

Summary: Nereus had seen many Godly children through the years, but none had held the same power as this demigod His power- it shone like the moon. It roared like the storm. It flowed like the tides. Nereus saw that power, saw the power that no demigod child of Poseidon had ever held, and he knew that this grandchild of his was important.

When the mortal fools messed up, Nereus was there to catch him.

And if you’re interested in joining the discord for the stories or just general PJO chat:

Discord Link

#Life master list #master list #wow that took forever to do #pjo discord #stories under the read more #with links #updated

[deanisbisexual]

The repeated demand and push to be "financially recompensed" in this situation is really off-putting. This has nothing to do with money. Activism against princesshamlet has nothing to do with money.

If the people protesting for Brionna Taylor and George Flord demanded money there'd be absolute uproar. Exposing princesshamlet and coming together to expose and correct her actions is a duty of morality and correct justice, not something people should then guilt others into paying them for by saying "oh I read it and now I'm traumatised" and "I did the right thing so pay me for it".

It's honestly kinda sickening and really turns me off wanting to interact with other authors of color. Even as a mixed person I couldn't imagine doing the right thing then constantly pushing for people to PAY me for it. Especially with all the guilt tripping. Profiting off trauma is despicable.

ANYWAY, if you would like to help this latina buy testing prep supplies to study for the mcat (like uworld for example) or want to help fund the ✨hell process✨ that will be applying to medical school

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#i also CANNOT believe you are trying to use the BRUTAL MURDERS of george floyd and breonna taylor like that?? #what is wrong with you???? #hell those protestors SHOULD be demanding money they are literally risking their lives #to enact change #and they should be fucking compensated for their time and work #i cannot believe the shit yall make me read sometimes istg #turns you off from interacting with other authors of color O K A Y??? #im sure no one wants to interact with you now either? #go to your own blog and make your own post ffs