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greatshell-rider · 2 years
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character bingo: murderbot
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lowkey tempted to put not enough screen time. which is not accurate because all the series is from its pov BUT. i wish for more. MORE !
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youarestellarverse · 2 years
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hello i am SO curious about "but really it's nico's story" and "rrverse polycule"
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WIP meme!
HEY SO remember this post? That's where that title came from.
I'm not completely sure what I'm doing with it yet, but I started writing it out. I have a ton of these, small excerpts of scenes that might not end up anywhere or might end up turning into a multichapter or might just ultimately be oneshots.
The scene I have is a conversation between Nico and Jason, meant to semi-mirror their canon interactions, set during tech week for Sweeney Todd (Nico and Sally are assistant stage managers— re, they're the members of the run crew who wear headsets so Stage Right, Stage Left and the stage manager can communicate during the shows).
"Let me guess. The Smiths." 
Nico turns off his cassette player, his lips twisting into a reflexive scowl. 
"Virgin Prunes, actually." 
"Isn't that the one Bono was involved with before U2?" Jason sits down next to him, his hair a good inch longer than it was when they met and startlingly black. 
"You look like a sick, male Thalia." Nico almost lets himself smile when Jason snorts with laughter in response. 
"Yeah, black is really not my color. The same thing happens to her when she goes blonde. I guess she went through a Hole phase when she was about fourteen." 
He doesn't look terrible in it, but it brings out his stress. The circles under his eyes are a lot more pronounced, his usual tired paleness exaggerated into a stark, almost deathly pallor. It's worse when he's in the pure, blinding white of his costume shirt, a color that oddly enough lights Percy up like a— fuck. 
Nico shoves that line of thinking away as hard as he can. 
"Right. I forgot who raised you. That explains how you know about the Prunes." 
Jason smiles, and it almost looks sincere. "She got me into Stevie Nicks and Kate Bush, which sent me down a rabbit hole into goth and new wave. I like Sisters Of Mercy a lot, mostly because their music is in a good range for me to sing along with." 
He's not wrong. Nico can hear it in his head, if he thinks about it. He's not sure why the idea makes him so uncomfortable.
"You should be Andrew Eldritch for Halloween. Your sister could go as Patricia Morrison."
"She probably would. We were already planning on going as Billy Idol and Joan Jett some year." Jason sighs. "It was Percy's idea. He's threatening to go as Robert Smith." 
So much for avoiding that subject. 
Nico sinks into his auditorium seat. Percy's down at the piano, his bright voice carrying through the auditorium. 
"I am in the dark beside you, buried sweetly in your yellow hair!" 
I'm sure it'll explode in length when I get to House of Hades, but I'm still just over halfway through Mark of Athena at the moment. 😅
rrverse polycule is the next multichapter up after I finish HiOB, which is plotty, so I want it to be done before I post to hopefully prevent getting stuck and writing myself into a hole. MORE UNDER THE CUT.
The reason it's "polycule" is because it's the part of the multichapter that's from Percy's POV, as relates to the bit where he and Jason temporarily break up and Percy ends up being "fostered" by Clarisse and Charlie and Silena and Chris. There's some more chatter about that plotline under the tag #rrverse polycules, which I will add to this post for easy browsing!
It's pretty angsty so far. It will get worse, but it will also get better, I promise. 🥴
Content warning for references to self injury and unsafe kink.
"I didn't cut myself." 
Clarisse leans forward, her elbows on her knees.  
"I know. I've been debriefed."
Percy fidgets with the edge of the medical tape at his wrist. His arm itches. She hasn't stopped looking at him since he sat down, and he hasn't looked back at her at all.
"I don't think it looked as bad as it was. I told her I was fine because I honestly felt fine, and by the time I came down enough to realize I wasn't actually fine, I was already on the train."
"She should have stayed in the room with you until you came down completely, regardless of how 'fine' you told her you were, and you know that."
Percy is overcome with the distinct sensation of being dunked in cold water, without any of the clarity or release of the real thing.
"It wasn't intentional," he gets out eventually, slow and reluctant. "I didn't go in there thinking 'gee, I hope I find a shitty dominant who seriously hurts me'."
"No, you just slept with the first person in a pair of leather boots who insulted you and ended up in urgent care because she couldn't be arsed to do the bare minimum of her responsibility."  
There's an accusatory note to Clarisse's bright voice, but it's not directed at him. It makes him twitchy and self-conscious. 
"She did the bare minimum."
"She literally put a fucking bandaid on you and walked away." 
"Several bandaids, and they were very large." 
"And you still bled through your shirt and got an entire subway car convinced you'd been fucking stabbed because, again, she cut you so deeply you needed three fucking stitches, Perseus Read Jackson." 
("Your middle name is 'Read'? Shut up."
"You shut up. I'm named after the pirate queen. I would have been Estelle Anne if I'd been a girl— Marie is after Paul's mom, but Gramma Blofis likes sharing an homage with Mary Read and she thinks it's cute that we match."
"Okay, I would, too.")
"Thanks for drawing my attention back to it." He wants to glare at her, but he can't, so he focuses on the wall instead. "I just distracted myself from the pain."
"If you don't find a better way to do that, you'll end up in the hospital or worse." 
He scowls at the floor. He can feel her eyes on him, burning into his skin.
"I told you I didn't do it on purpose."
"Bull. Your subconscious figured out that you can say you're not hurting yourself without it being a lie if you get someone else to do it for you. Like, oh, some chick you've never met who's arrogant enough to try a kink she doesn't know how to safely do, that you've been doing for way too long not to recognize the sloppiness of her technique."
Shit.
"Okay, maybe I'm not being as careful as I should," he mutters. "And maybe that's kind of by design. I always feel really stupid about it afterwards, if it's any consolation." 
"No, it isn't, because feeling stupid about things is what sets you off in the first place." 
Clarisse crosses her arms over her chest.  She's in a brick red wifebeater, well-worn and thin enough that he can see the lace on her bra through the fabric.
Percy blinks, and finally meets her eyes. 
"When the hell did you get so observant?"
"You're not that subtle, pretty boy." 
"Why, Miss La Rue, are you hitting on me?" 
"Yes." 
The banter stops, with the abruptness of a cartoon character running face-first into a brick wall. 
She stares at him. He stares back. 
"You're serious." 
"Yes." 
Now that she has his gaze, she's somehow locked it in place with a shift in expression so small he can't pinpoint it— yet somehow enormous in impact.
He never realized it before, but she's actually hot.
She's not pretty, and she doesn't try to be. That's not what makes her attractive: it's the way she moves; the power in her stance; her bold, assertive attitude. That's why her renaissance faire character— the Red Knight, Slayer of Dragons, defending champion of the joust for two years running— has so many clamoring groupies, even though she spends almost the whole time shut inside her boar-shaped armor.
"I don't want your pity." 
"It's not pity, it's that I know what I'm doing and I give a shit about your welfare." She smirks, and something about it is almost feral. "And while I actually do think you'd be hot in one of Charlie's shibari harnesses, mostly it's because I'd rather you didn't fuck your way into the morgue." 
Somehow, her voice remains calm and even. It's like she's talking about the fucking weather. Percy's blushing at the mental image she just gave him and feeling torn open, pinned like a butterfly to a board, over the insight. 
"So, what, Beckendorf will tie me up and you'll kick my ass so I stop recklessly endangering myself by subconsciously seeking out the worst tops I can find?" 
"Pretty much." Clarisse leans forward, her elbows on her knees, looking more serious than he's ever seen her. "If you're not interested, don't feel like you have to take me up on it, but I'm not going to stand by and do nothing when you're in trouble."
He's tempted. Oh, he's tempted. 
The problem is, he knows that look, and there's only so long he can ignore the similarities. 
"How bitchy can you be?" he asks, half serious. She rolls her eyes, but he can tell it makes her happy that he's considering it. 
"Would my middle school levels of bitchiness be enough for you? I'm not shoving your head in a toilet, but I can think of a few other places I could shove it."
"I can't—" 
His voice stops abruptly, and he can't spit it out. 
"You can't handle someone being nice to you right now," Clarisse finishes for him, surprisingly sympathetic. "Which is why you're being reckless, and why I'm offering to be a bitch. I can be as mean as you need me to be."  
That one's longer, with bits involving the other three as well. It's currently sitting pretty at just over 7300 words. I'm imagining it'll become clearer where I'm going with it as I finish off HiOB!
Thank you for dropping by, friend 💜
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toastsamurai · 1 year
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Unnnnf kaladin and Syl for @ternaryflower53 !!
The latest secret sazed gift in the history of secret sazed but better late than never and damn I appreciate your patience!!
Tfw you get someone you know but are too stupid to know because different screen names and a total of two baincells to rub together
Anyway here is a scene I thought was neat and I hope you like it and thanks again for being a bro I appreciate you
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wander-wren · 3 months
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after approximately 8 million years and only a few days before the deadline, i finished my fandom trumps hate 2023 fic!
this is a 60k+ monster that absolutely kicked my ass but it was also like, the most fun ever, and i'm so happy i did it and that @ternaryflower53 gave me such a good prompt. if you're a fan of watching me hurt todoroki, dadzawa, and a splash of tododeku, come on down! just mind the warnings, because, uh, somewhere there's a dove in mourning, we'll say.
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ternaryflower53 · 1 year
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Cody turns slowly in a circle, feeling the fabric of the skirt move with him. He finishes the first turn, and when he looks at Aria and Obi-Wan for approval, Obi-Wan gestures for him to keep going.
And so he does, spinning faster this time. The skirt whooshes with him, flaring out in a wide circle of blue fabric. He spins again, faster, mesmerized by the movement, until he has to stop or risk falling over.
“Oh wow,” he says, breathless, as the skirt settles back around his legs. His vision spins slightly, unhappy with the sudden change in motion, and Cody reaches for Obi-Wan to steady himself. “Wow.”
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or: In which Cody goes from soldier to woman.
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Team #5's @codywanbigbang is live! Written by me, @ternaryflower53! Find it on AO3!
Artist: @commanderfoxtheshield. Find the art on Tumblr!
This fic is rated Teen, and is 10.5k words. The central pairing is (semi-obviously) Cody/Obi-Wan (queerplatonic), and also features Cody & an original character.
I hope you enjoy!
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I was partnered with @ternaryflower53 for the Codywan Big Bang. Please go check out More Woman that Warrior on AO3. Link below!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45483508
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cosmereplay · 6 months
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @chaos-monkeyy for a WIP check-in, thank you! 😊
I'm tagging @wanderingchanneler, @ternaryflower53, and @comiclysmic if you'd like to share anything you're working on--no pressure!
I need people to know that yes I am still working on Plausible Deniability and no I didn't expect that my last update was in JULY?? How did that happen? *cough* anyway here's some proof that I'm actually writing something:
(Rated Mature for mentions of sexuality. This is a Shakadolin fic btw)
Do what you’re good at, Shallan, Radiant encourages her. Calm them down. You can work it out.  Shallan nods. She takes a breath and opens her eyes, standing to break up a fight. Her head tilts. What she sees isn’t unlike a fight.  They’re kissing, Adolin grasping desperately at Kaladin’s waist, and Kaladin fisting Adolin’s uniform, seemingly unable to decide whether to push him away or pull him in closer. They’re twisting around each other, grappling, shuffling, frowning, panting small moans and grunts between smacks of their lips.  Her heart starts to pound, putting her on the verge of panic. She feels like she's reacting every way at once. Her husband is kissing another man, right in front of her? Not to mention he's kissing a man she happens to be currently dripping for…storms. Had she seen this a day ago, without these feelings for Kaladin flooding her body, Shallan might’ve been angry. She can see the truth in the way he moves–Adolin doesn’t just want to experiment with other men. He wants Kaladin. And Heralds save her, so does she. She wants in. Shallan stands and coughs, and the men immediately break the kiss. They push each other apart, glancing away with guilty expressions, shamespren falling between them. Adolin’s eyes are wild. Shallan knows he wasn't sure about Veil's plan, and it looks like his night with Kaladin blew him over. When he's unstable he can get impulsive. Has she finally pushed him over the edge into madness? All her lies and deceptions and half truths… Is this what breaks him? She steps forward, her body tingling with mixed emotions, her mind scrambling to find the right words.   Adolin speaks first. His voice comes out in gasps, as if he still hasn’t caught his breath from the kiss. “I’m so sorry,” he says, and steps forward, wiping his mouth. “I made a mistake. I’ve broken our oaths. Please don't leave me. I–” he gestures helplessly, frantically. She takes his hands, one wet, one dry. This is real. “No. Adolin, this isn't your fault. We're going to fix this. Together. Like Kaladin said. Right Kaladin?" She nods at him, and he seems to shake himself off. Resolutely, he steps forward, putting a reassuring hand on Adolin's shoulder. "The ardent said we can't…unspill the wine, so to speak," he says, voice gruff and low. "All we can do is, uh, pour it evenly." He slides his thumb up and down across Adolin's collarbone, which focuses the tingling in Shallan's body as she watches. He glances at Shallan and her heart skips a beat. Oh storms, he really believes it. He really is as committed now as he was when we talked about it. Kaladin raises his eyebrows at her, as if to say yeah, but you say it.  Fair enough. She meets Adolin's eyes, uncertain whether she is about to calm the storm or add power to its winds. "When we were talking earlier, we came up with a solution. I can put myself in your place, do the same things with Kaladin that you did, and then you don't have to worry about breaking your oaths because I've done it too. We'll be even and we can go on from this together. Like always."  Will it be even? Veil asks. What about all those times I– Not now!
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mistpodfics · 11 months
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dream written by werealldreaming | @ternaryflower53 A Stormlight Archive Podfic read by mistbornhero for VoiceTeam: Dabbling in Drabbles
Kaladin wakes, heart pounding, and chokes on a breath.
Podfic Length: 01:36 minutes
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guinevere01 · 1 year
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Wheel of Time and Cosmere fanworks auctions in Fandom Trumps Hate
Here’s an overview of the offerings in the Wheel of Time (both books an tv show) and Cosmere fandoms for @fandomtrumpshate this year. Not familiar with Fandom Trumps Hate? In short it’s a yearly fanworks auction of which the proceeds go to charities supporting progressive causes. For the long version click below
Link to Fandom Trumps Hate - FAQ
Bidding is open and runs till March 5th at 8PM EST!
Wheel of Time - Fanfic
WoT Fanfic #1
Name auctioneer: Emjen Enla (link to auction), tumblr: @emjenwrites
Highest rating: M (Mature)
Length/scope: Less than 5k words
Minimum bid: $10
Current high bid: $20
Books or show: Book canon only
Especially interested in:
Characters: Moiraine, Galad, Egwene, Cadsuane, Aes Sedai in general, Logain, Lan, Rand if you're asking to whump him
Ships: Moiraine & Lan, Galad/Bornhald, Siuan/Leane
Other: positive portrayals of the Aes Sedai, Rand's unhealing side wound, the taint on saidin
WoT Fanfic #2
Name auctioneer: Roccolinde/Fire_Sign (link to auction), tumblr: @firesign23
Highest rating: E (Explicit)
Length/scope: Less than 5k words
Minimum bid: $5
Current high bid: $100
Books or show: TV canon only
Especially interested in:
Characters/ships: Anything centred around Lan, Nynaeve, and/or Moiraine, platonic or romantic or pre-romantic.
Other: Power/Battle couple dynamics and competence kink, exes/second chances/second loves, prickly characters being vulnerable, female characters finding common ground, snark and banter, character-driven stories/smut, hurt/comfort, narrative gender fuckery of all types, shifting power dynamics where they are both aware. Tenderness, vulnerability, and the mortifying idea of being known. I adore complicated and nuanced takes on the character's relationship with gender and identity, and lines getting blurred there.
Wheel of Time - Fanart
WoT Fanart #1
Name auctioneer: milesofheart (link to auction), tumblr: @miles-of-heart
Subtype: Drawing/painting/etc.
Highest rating: M (Mature)
Length/scope: A digital oil painting recreating a famous painting, but with blorbos from my shows
Minimum bid: $20
Current high bid: $20
Books or show: Unspecified (presumably both)
Especially interested in:
Ships: I prefer to stick to canon pairings & relationships.
Other: Most interested in paintings that tell some kind of story, or there are strong vibes between the chosen characters and the themes in the original masterpiece. Color palette and postures also need to vibe for it to work. My experience is mostly with American and European painting styles, but I'm open to considering others.
WoT Fanart #2
Name auctioneer: MxCaptain (link to auction), tumblr: this is me, hello, you’re here!
Subtype: Pixel art
Highest rating: T (Teen)
Length/scope: Pixel art of up to three characters (dependent on complexity - ie I'll do one detailed/complex character or up to three simple ones) of your choice, with a simple background (think solid colour, repeating pattern, gradient, simplistic landscape) I will do one character sprite + a simple background for the minimum bid of $10, additional characters (up to two extra) for a minimum of $5 each. <- The strike through part is actually an old thing that I failed to delete before the auction went live! Feel free to reach out with what you have in mind, I am quite flexible.
Minimum bid: $10
Current high bid: $20
Books or show: Both!
Especially interested in:
Egwene! But again hit me up with other stuff as well :D
Cosmere - Fanfic
Cosmere Fanfic #1
Name auctioneer: Ternary (link to auction), tumblr: @ternaryflower53
Highest rating: M (Mature)
Length/scope: Less than 5k words
Minimum bid: $5
Current high bid: $20
Especially interested in:
I love exploring trans identity and aspec identity through fic (and I am okay with this including external sources of queerphobia). I'm a huge sucker for hurt/comfort and found family feels. I'd love an excuse to play with non-standard omegaverse, which has been on my list of things to write forever.
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melancholic-pigeon · 2 years
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@starlightshadowsworld tagged me to do five songs I like listening to!
(I have thousands of songs in my library, so this is going to be a Challenge lmao)
In no particular order:
La Rage - Keny Arkana
Sweetness - Jimmy Eat World
The Mariner's Revenge Song - The Decemberists
Hit Like A Girl - Meet Me @ The Altar
Walkin' My Cat Named Dog - Norma Tanega
(Someday, I'm going to have a cat named Dog in her honor.)
I TAG: @monstersandheartache @ciaraloves @elaborateruses @ternaryflower53 @sodamnbored and you, if you like!! I am always starved for new recs.
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greatshell-rider · 2 years
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also for character bingo: evi
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evi lives aus = the good shit
the uh "better as a dynamic" part means i am normal about her until i think about her with her sons and THEN i go apeshit WOO
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youarestellarverse · 1 year
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Ao3 link dump!
Fics:
Darling, Not While I'm Around (or, appendicitis fic, originally for an angst bingo event)
Summary: "You're going to be okay," Percy soothes, squeezing Jason's clammy hand. The paramedic gives him a look that makes ice crawl up his spine.
"You're in good hands," she tells Jason, her tone too calm and reassuring to match her deliberate choice of words. "We'll do everything we can for you."
Jason's so out of it he probably can't tell the distinction, but Percy can. They don't know if he'll be okay, and they need to manage their expectations.
Current word count: 6834
Read here!
Show Me How Big Your Brave Is (a Thalia&Ruby/Jason-centric fluff fic and a gift for the lovely dear @ternaryflower53, who inspired it in the first place!)
Summary: "Stop it," Thalia whispers to herself. "If it was something bad, he wouldn't have told you he's okay. Calm down."
(She doesn't quite believe herself. Jason's not exactly the type to let on when something's wrong; telling her not to worry is almost reflexive for him, at this point.)
Final word count: 2192
Read here!
Playlists:
The CD Jason made for Percy after Percy's breakup with Annabeth.
The album Percy released after Jason came out to him as genderfluid!
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renee-ruby-j · 1 year
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@ternaryflower53 inspired this with a lovely comment on the boudoir photoshoot fic appreciating my personal favorite bit to write: supportive big sister Thalia!
I proceeded to run away with it. Whoops.
Without further ado:
Untitled Thundersibs Coming-Out Fic!
Hey. There's something important I need to tell you. Can you come over sometime soon? Don't worry; I'm okay.
Thalia tries not to let herself catastrophize as she drives, but it's surprisingly difficult. Typically, when Jason needs to talk, he'll just use his key: she'll find him in her kitchen banging a tray of macarons on the counter, and he'll get whatever it is out of his system while he bakes and leave the treats with her to distribute among the girls at the shelter. 
He's nervous about something. Nervous about her reaction. He wanted to prepare in advance, be on his home turf. 
"He is not dying," Thalia mutters to herself, her jaw clenched. "If he were dying, they would have found it when they were testing him last year. It's just the fibro. He's just too tired to come to you." 
That line of thinking is better, but it still doesn't help much. Ever since his most recent knee surgery, Jason has been feeling sickly and under the weather; on bad days, he can't even stand to be touched without flinching, which throws most of Thalia's methods of comforting him out the window and leaves her helpless. 
There's nothing she can do to fix his pain. She can't soothe it away with a kiss. She wishes desperately that she could take it from him, suffer it so he doesn't have to. He's suffered more than enough already. 
She pulls into his driveway, her heart fluttering in her throat like a terrified hummingbird, and parks Medusa behind Jason's blue minivan. There's a bumper sticker on the back. 
If you can read this, you're too f**king close!
It probably came from Nico, whose PT cruiser is next to Percy's bike in the open garage. Of course they're both home; Nico doesn't have class on Fridays, and Percy's on the closing shift at Spectrum. 
"Stop it," Thalia whispers to herself. "If it was something bad, he wouldn't have told you he's okay. Calm down." 
(She doesn't quite believe herself. Jason's not exactly the type to let on when something's wrong; telling her not to worry is almost reflexive for him, at this point.) 
If it is bad, he'll need her. That thought is enough to kick her into movement. 
Her mind races as she gets out of the car and squelches through the mud to the front porch. It's a good thing she wore boots today, but she always forgets how much colder it is outside the city, and her black jean jacket is too thin for the salty air. 
At least it gives her a reason to be trembling slightly as she rings the doorbell. 
Percy's the one who answers. He's flushed, but he's smiling as he pulls open the door, paneled in stained glass, which is a good sign. If something was wrong, he'd know, possibly even before Jason did. 
"Shoes off so Nico doesn't kill me," he says cheerfully, dragging her into a hug once she's inside. "Your baby's just getting dressed. We were thinking we'd have coffee here, then hit the new Thai place downtown, if that's cool with you."
The embrace lingers for a second, and Thalia pretends she doesn't appreciate the warmth. She nods against Percy's shoulder, clears her throat and steps back. 
"Are you making the coffee?" 
"Of course I am." Percy heads for the kitchen while Thalia crouches down to unlace her boots, calling over his shoulder so she can still hear. "I'm only banned from touching the espresso machine before ten in the morning, and it's past noon. Mocha, right? Double shot, half and half?" 
He says it casually, but it's proof that she's not hiding her tension. They're a lot alike in a lot of ways, including their caffeine habits; he knows it'll calm her down, but he also knows she'd rather not admit it. 
"Sounds good," she answers, glad he can't see her smile. 
She leaves her muddy boots by the door and pads into the living room on socked feet. The couch is empty. She can hear new wave music upstairs (probably Nico in his study), movement from Jason and Percy's bedroom just down the hall, and the hissing of steam from the kitchen. 
It's okay. He's okay. He's fine. 
The door to Jason's room opens. She hears the jangling of a collar and her baby brother's sweet, soft voice as he talks to the dog. She can't quite make out the words, but she can tell that she was right; he's nervous. 
She wants to get up and run to him, throw her arms around him and pull him tight and tell him everything will be okay. She forces herself to let him gather whatever courage he needs to, to wait for him to come to her. 
She sees Mrs. O'Leary first, her huge tongue lolling from her mouth as she trots into the living room entryway. Jason follows closely behind, using her to brace his weight. 
No. To brace her weight. 
That's a woman, standing shyly in the doorway with her dog at her side. 
She's tall, with long blonde hair that falls in soft waves over her shoulders. The dress she's wearing is simple, but elegant, made of white fabric patterned in pink and purple roses. Her feet are bare; the dress looks handmade, but shoes are going to be a little trickier for her, as big as she is. 
Her eyes, lined with gray liner and shimmering with pearlescent silver shadow, are wide and lovely and terrified. 
The instant relief is so strong that Thalia bursts out laughing without meaning to. Before her sister (holy shit, she has a sister) can get the wrong idea, Thalia springs to her feet and strides over and hugs her, as tightly as she can. 
"Oh, honey, I thought— you scared the fuck out of me; I thought you were going to tell me something was wrong!" 
All at once, her baby sibling relaxes like a popped balloon. Mostly, anyway; her arms stay where they are, locked tight around Thalia's waist. 
"I don't know why I was nervous about how you'd react. Percy kept telling me it would be okay. I should have listened to him." 
"Rubes, we've been over this. That's your dad's fault, not yours." 
Thalia turns her head. Percy's in the opposite doorway, beaming from ear to ear, a mug in each hand. He looks proud, besotted and a little smug, and for once, she has absolutely no desire to question his ego. 
"Rubes?" 
"She goes by Ruby when she's in Girl Mode," Percy explains, venturing fully into the living room. "Two doubleshot mochas for my favorite pair of sisters." He sets the mugs on coasters to protect the coffee table and heads back into the kitchen, whistling something upbeat and in a major key. 
"Which isn't all the time," Ruby adds, blushing. "I'm trying out 'genderfluid' as a label, but I know for sure I'm nonbinary. I still have Jason days." 
"But sometimes, you have Ruby days, too," Thalia finishes, startled to hear herself choking up a little. She reaches up and gently cups Ruby's cheek. "Which is a beautiful name for my beautiful baby sister." 
"Tell her the rest," Percy calls, over the sounds of making his own coffee. 
Ruby takes Thalia's hand and leads them to the couch, Mrs. O'Leary following obediently beside her. 
Her eyes are misty. Thalia's heart thuds in her chest at the open emotion. 
"Actually, Ruby's my middle name. My first name is Renée, after the best mom a girl could ever ask for." 
The world stops spinning. All that exists is their hands, squeezing tight. 
Up until this moment, Thalia has mostly heard that name spoken in anger. Thalia Renée, are you listening to me? 
This time, this one single utterance, erases all of those memories and leaves behind nothing but joy. 
She breaks down sobbing, beyond any words more complex than I love you, thank you, I'm so happy for you. Ruby indulges all of it, laughing and trembling from what must be a ridiculous amount of left-over adrenaline, never loosening her grip. 
Mrs. O'Leary, bless her, even puts her enormous paw in Thalia's lap as though to console her. Not that she needs consolation; it's just that an emotion this huge can't help but spill over. 
The best mom a girl could ever ask for. 
"I guess I must have done a decent job," she sniffs after a few minutes, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. "I raised a pretty fucking kickass daughter, anyway." 
Ruby (it suits her; elegant and ladylike and vibrant) just beams back at her, still holding her hand. 
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phoenixyfriend · 3 years
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would you ever write a naruto/girl genius crossover?
Let’s play Writer’s Would You Ever
Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.
I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.
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OKAY SO the answer is, in short, Yes. If I ever have the time, I do have a plot in mind. I think I’ve even talked about it on tumblr before, but it does fall into my usual crossover plot of “canon plot, but Anevka is here to ruin everything.”
Basically, start in the Chuunin Exams. Various Genin teams run into a weird circle of metal women in the Forest of Death. They’re not statues, quite, but they don’t seem to be alive.
Usually.
Konoha shinobi know to be careful. The metal ladies have been there a very long time, and it’s one of the few things that the Jounin-sensei warn their students about in detail. You don’t fuck with the metal ladies in the forest. They give out advice, once in a while, and the one without a mouth will play games that have messages almost nobody can really understand.
But they usually don’t give orders. They usually don’t trap a foreign Jinchuuriki for hours in some hellish parody of a faerie circle (and Konoha shinobi wouldn’t know what the fae are, except one of the metal ladies explained when they first showed up, generations back). They usually don’t taunt passing Uzumaki with knowledge that there’s a relative in the woods with them. They don’t usually pause the most sensible-looking Konoha genin they see (it’s either TenTen or Shino), hand them a faded old business card with foxed edges, and tell them to make sure the Hokage sends for The Storm Princess.
Like.
That doesn’t usually happen.
But they do it, and the Hokage is like ‘Cool, I will absolutely do that AFTER the exams are over and I don’t have to deal with This Entire Mess’
Except then he dies
And it takes a solid month after for Tsunade to come home and take over and be like “Hey, what the FUCK is this outdated business card on Sensei’s desk? Who thought this was--what the fuck?”
So she calls together two teams: Team Seven (because they handle weird bullshit all the time, and also she kind of wants them out of the village for a bit while she Handles Some Things), and Team Gai (because TenTen got the card, and also Lee just got his legs healed and is being VERY LOUD about it). Gai himself is not going, because he’s needed Elsewhere, which means that Kakashi is stuck wrangling six teenyboppers, and the only one with a Tolerable Personality for any extended period of time is TenTen.
And they go to some weird biochemical research lab that’s mostly funded by nearby civilian governments, are greeted by what seems to be a human, but is revealed to not be when she steps away from the reception desk, and they all just. Wait there.
And then a Very Noble-Dressed robot woman comes out of the back like Well Hello There!
They can’t say her name. She tells them to call her Arashi-hime. They go with it because what else are they going to do? They pass over the card and she smiles and nods and tells them it’ll just be a moment to prepare the carriage.
“The carriage?”
“Well, I’m afraid I can’t quite move at your speeds for more than a few minutes.”
“I shall carry you!”
Lee attempts to pick her up.
He manages for about five seconds, but it is immediately clear that it’s not something he’s going to be something he can manage at anything approaching high speeds.
“I know it’s rude to ask a lady’s weight...” Kakashi tries.
“Oh, some 900 kilograms, last I checked.”
She is a robot lady. She is Very Heavy, and while someone could carry her, probably, it’s really easier on everyone to just get the Motorized Carriage, which is not a car, because it moves about on spider legs and is very unnerving to see in action.
“I don’t suppose you know WHY the metal circle asked for you?” Kakashi asks.
“Oh, the Muses tend to know things. Events are in motion and, well, I won’t say you need me, but I have quite a lot of information.”
I’m gonna be honest and say that, even if they try to like her, it’s really, really hard to like Anevka when she’s being an asshole on purpose, and sometimes when she isn’t.
Especially when she states that she wants to bring her own guard.
Which are Geisterdamen she appropriated from Lucrezia.
It’s fine.
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jessepinwheel · 3 years
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16 & 17 for fanfic writer asks?
16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?
yeah I mean it’s probably not a coincidence that an anomalously large number of my stories involve characters interacting with alternate dimension/timeline versions of themselves and being absolute assholes to each other. but other stuff I’m always very :eyes: about is ghosts, which are fun, and psychological horror elements in the mind control adjacent area which is a fun, if unethical concept to explore. what is science fiction if not a way to think about incredible ethics violations
17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for
well I’m never going to write a sex scene because I’m not interested in that kind of thing so you can cross out everything relating to that but also I’m never going to write a soulmates story because soulmates as a premise is just extremely unappealing to me for reasons you can probably infer from my stories. other things that simply do not appeal to me include modern aus or other wildly-altered settings (if I wanted to write about a different setting I would simply write my own story), wingfic (the premise just doesn’t add anything in a way that’s interesting), or stories about the characters just being absolutely miserable (because contrary to how it appears I don’t actually derive pleasure from making characters suffer). there’s probably a lot more but that’s what comes to mind
35 questions for fanfiction writers
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dai-bendu-conlang · 3 years
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*please* tell me about the thought process behind the two different versions of "fuck"? it's such a cool and funny detail and i love it (also this whole conlang is very cool <3)
Thank you!
Okay, so, we were asked for a list of curse words in Dai Bendu and then started to think what would even count as an insult in their linguistic environment. And at some point while discussing that, we decided it would be fun to have something you truly shout when you are in distress, and something that’s just a “ah heck, did that just have to happen?” also “softly, but with meaning” is just a fun description for a curse xD 
It’s the difference between distress you feel the need to share with everyone and distress you only really need to vocalize for yourself. We probably had too much fun with it. 
Another fun insult we thought of, but haven’t translated yet, is “can’t tell the blade from the handle”.
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