i am so very curious who these new pjo-verse books are being written for
and before you come at me with the it’s middle grade they’ve always been middle grade stuff, consider
it’s literally been almost 20 years since TLT was published. fans of the original pjo books are well into their 20s, if not their early 30s by now (heeeey). second generation with HoO are also now in their 20s, with the third gen of ToA readers being in their late teens. there’s a whole range of audience members who are not fifth graders mainlining the series in one summer.
is he just going to keep pretending there’s not an audience who would be here for more mature writing? and that doesn’t mean making things ~sexy or super dark and bloody or whatever because pjo has never been about that. it means elevating the style and characterization on a deeper level and, idk, paying attention to your fucking universe. i thought RR did a great job of maturing the writing for ToA, but it always got held down by the fart humor and stupid pop culture references.
making the “it’s for middle schoolers!” excuse every book cycle when someone points out that hey, this is inconsistent with what you wrote two books ago or why does percy never grow up is such a lazy co-opt. you have a huge audience of all ages! if you insist on continuing to write in this universe, acknowledge us! up the quality, i dare you! i dare you!!!!!
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THAT WAS THEN
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THIS IS NOW.
oscar piastri x fem! reader.
teaser for my next fic.
stay tuned (:
TRIGGER WARNINGS ; angst , mentions of smut.
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BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — would do anything for her , he'd give her all his time , he'd give her everything if she had just asked for it. he would've given her the world if she asked.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — doesn't linger on the feeling of all of the distance memories. he finds solace in giving all of his time towards his rightful girlfriend. he'd give her the world now if she asked.
BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — would've said no. he would've just walked away from the offer. it was her contract , not his.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — doesn't feel guilty anymore , at least that's what he tells himself. he deserved to be in formula one , he had almost forgotten what he had taken.
BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — remembered everything. he remembered her solemn voice as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear , like friends would. he remembered the feeling of her touch on his body whenever she gave him the time of day to do so. he remembered the way she cried beneath him when he took her precious purity from her as she took his own.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — forgot how she felt. it was only one time , a forgettable time. two kids lost in their conflicting emotions taking it out on each other. nothing more. but he would never admit to sometimes seeing her face as he fucked into his girlfriend who isn't her.
BACK THEN OSCAR PIASTRI — could never imagine what their last conversation would've sounded like. he never dreamt of losing her , or taking the one real thing she'd ever known away from her. he kept her like an oath.
NOW OSCAR PIASTRI — has those last words spoken by her etched into his shrouded mind. " you . . took it ? you really . . ? " the tears plastered on her face finds their way back into his mind every once and awhile , and mentally he tells her not to cry whilst wiping her away her deserved tears. she had every right to be upset.
" i'm sorry. "
" are you ? "
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Chapter 14: This Episode Consumes and Consumes and Consumes Part 1
FNAF Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)
Everything is black save for two glowing eyes piercing the darkness. You scream as hands press you deeper into the bed. Thrashing wildly but hardly moving, you push back against the cool chassis hanging above you before the stroke of cold fingers raises goosebumps on your flesh and a soft, raspy voice slips in through your chaos.
“It’s okay. It’s alright. You’re safe.” The comforting mantra is seamless and endless.
Word Count: 15,600~
Warnings: Death, violence, blood, injury, gore, dead bodies, anxiety, horror, and nightmares.
A/N: This will be the first in a three-part episode which I am very excited to have you guys read! Apologies for the long delay, this ended up far longer than anticipated but you'll soon see why it got away from me.
Things are a bit tense between you and your dear friend, after a long car drive you decide to part ways for a very special hunt, hike out into the desert, come upon a bloody campsite, and become aware that this is a much greater threat than you were anticipating.
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Writing Share Tag!
I just started writing the first (out of three) main chapter of Kye Thalax's backstory and I am so sorry for my boi 😭. I don't wanna suffer alone writing these chapters - and they are important for his character arc as a grown-up later on - so I'm posting a snippet of his backstory Ch.1 for feedback and whatnot here!
BUT MAN I AM SAD. I cannot wait for Kye's Revenge Arc after writing these backstory chapters 🔥
(Also it is a pretty dark Backstory snippet so, TW for - Dark themes, Abuse/Domestic Abuse, and Lady Eldora being the shittiest mother and wife in the entire galaxy. Though I'm being honest that whole villain is TW in her own right.)
Kye peeked into the war room, standing on his tip-toes to peek behind the obsidian black stone doors, watching the conversation unfolding within with anxious, flitting eyes.
"You are seriously the most worthless man I have ever met," Came Eldora's voice, his Mother's voice, condescending and sharp like a razor, "I gave you one simple task at the gala last night. All you had to do, was look pretty and convince those stupid diplomats to bend the knee."
She chuckled, dark and bitter, and Kye hated how the sound made his Dad's shoulders curl in on themselves as the young man stood before her. After the short, pause, Eldora continues, rage visibly building up within her, as she tilts her head, "And somehow you manage to make a scene and embarrass me in front of all those people!"
She ends her sentence with a yell, shoving the young man with such force he is basically thrown across the room, toppling some chairs and a vase, before hitting the wall. There was a yelp of pain as he watched his Dad push himself off the wall with some difficulty, and, even though hidden by the doors, five-year-old Kye could see Damen's hands beginning to shake.
"I'm sorry Milady," His Dad's voice is flat and pained, and despite the fire in his eyes, he does not rise from the ground as he speaks, keeping his head bowed. "Y-You're right. I have failed you. I… I am sorry."
Kye felt his heart sink as if drawn to the furthest reaches of the planet's core. He willed his small, kid legs to move, but yet, he remained rooted in place, fear - or some sort of innate self-preservation wisdom - keeping him from trying to intervene.
Eldora growls, striding forward with thundering steps that send a shiver down Kye's spine until she's standing over Damen. "Y'know, one day that 'I'm sorry', isn't going to cut it." She grasps his chin, claws digging into his pearl-white skin, "You're lucky you are my consort and you need to look presentable. Though you'd better know how to act like it, or there'll be worse consequences. Understand?"
Kye saw as his father nodded fervently, the young man's bright blue eyes staring emptily at the warlord, fearful "Yes, Lady Eldora. Forgive me."
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