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chenziee · 2 years

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Acceptance

Written for the @yamabrozine! Please enjoy some Yamato and Straw Hats shenanigans 👹👒 There's a slightly different first person POV version of this too but idk if I should post it... we'll see if I feel like cleaning it up xD

Huge shout out to my beta who helped me every step of the way and whithout whom this wouldn't be here today! The real MVP 🖤

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When Yamato told the Straw Hats he was going to join them after the battle of Onigashima, he wasn’t expecting them to accept him.

‘Kaido’s son?!’ ‘We should kill you!’ ‘Stay away from Luffy!’ ‘Ew.’ Those were the words he had expected to hear. But instead, the pirates who were present and awake at the time looked at him, then at each other.

“You’re Kaido’s son?!” God Usopp asked, cowering slightly behind Black Leg Sanji.

Yamato clutched his kanabo but smiled, refusing to let his nerves show. He was going to sail with these people; he needed to show them he was no danger—

“I'm not complaining if you join us!” Sanji announced immediately after, looking at Yamato with a very strange expression on his face. Did—were those hearts in his eyes…?

“I swear, Luffy always picks up the weirdest people,” Cyborg Franky sighed.

Nami rolled her eyes in response but there was a small smile playing at her lips as she shot back, “Look who’s talking. You’re the weirdest one by far.”

“Yow! Thanks!” Franky called loudly, striking a pose, and Yamato had to fight back his excitement at the sight of the cyborg’s large, metallic arms clanking together.

“That wasn’t—never mind,” Nami muttered before shaking her head in disbelief. Yamato noted her smile was still firmly in place, however.

Nico Robin approached him then. “Yamato, right?” she asked.

Yamato simply nodded, meeting her eyes which seemed to peer right into his soul. He was surprised to realise that it wasn’t an entirely bad feeling. Not when she smiled at him, a small chuckle passing through her lips.

“It’s the captain’s decision who gets to board his ship. But if Luffy’s fine with it, no one is going to complain. You don’t have to hold back.” There was this knowing spark in her gaze when she gestured behind herself—at her crewmates, who were currently busy shoving at each other, laughing and bickering. They looked perfectly relaxed, as if the son of the enemy they had barely just managed to defeat wasn’t standing right in front of them.

Just looking at them, hearing their carefree laughter… It was making Yamato feel lighter, happier.

He didn’t even mind that Robin could see right through him—although knowing himself, he was likely being painfully obvious. He was never very good at hiding his feelings, after all.

“Sanji, I’m hungry! Make me your special soba!” Usopp whined, hanging onto Sanji’s waist.

“Me too, please!” Brook joined in.

Sanji clicked his tongue, trying to shake the sniper off. “Shut up! I only take requests from ladies!” he snapped before he looked away from him, his voice turning softer. “What would you like, Nami-san, Robin-chan, Yamato-chan?”

Yamato blinked, taken completely aback by the sincere blue eyes and a genuine smile thrown his way.

Before his mouth could fall open in shock, Robin’s soft chuckle reached his ears. “Looks like you’re already a part of the crew.”

Yamato’s lips stretched into a wide grin and he laughed, his hand shooting up eagerly. “Soba for me, too!”

“Your wish is my command, my lady,” Sanji said, giving Yamato a bow—

—only to yelp when Usopp poked his side. “I think you missed the ‘son’ part.”

There was a beat of silence while Sanji processed Usopp’s words but then he hummed, looked at Yamato critically for a moment, then nodded seriously. “I’m sorry for my oversight. No votes on the menu for you.”

“What?! No fair!” Yamato cried, his eyes going wide.

“Hey, Sanji! No take-backs!” Usopp agreed, shaking the cook for good measure.

Sanji tried to ignore the protests but one pout from Usopp and a single glare from Nami made him break. "Fine! But just this once."

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It was about four in the morning a few days later that found Yamato sitting in his room in the Shogun’s castle, recounting the events of that night in his journal.

The party to celebrate the end of Kaido’s reign—the first dawn after twenty long years of darkness—had died down only a short while ago. Yamato wondered if anyone beside him was awake now; last he knew, only Zoro, Nami, and Kyosh—Denjiro were still drinking and chatting. Everyone else was asleep, completely exhausted.

And Yamato was too but he refused to go to bed yet—he had too much to say!

When Luffy and Zoro had woken up that morning, the cooks of the castle had insisted on making a feast… but of course, there was no way the pirates could wait for that. Especially since a festival had been ready to go for days, just waiting for the stars of the show to come to.

And some festival it was! Everyone was happy, happier than Yamato could remember. If he closed his eyes, he could still hear the happy laughter of the citizens and the sound of Hiyori’s shamisen. Not to mention the sheer amount of food and games!

Needless to say, the Straw Hats raided every stall, much to the chagrin of their owners.

It was the worst with the food. After all, as Yamato had learned, Luffy could eat. Yakisoba, takoyaki, taiyaki, shaved ice, dango… all of it was gone in the blink of an eye as soon as Luffy got to it, with Yamato not far behind. And even though everything was free—or maybe because it was—the crew ended up getting chased away every time.

In the end, the only stall that let them even close was Sangoro’s Special Soba.

“It’s so good!” Yamato moaned, slurping up the perfectly cooked noodles.

“I know, ‘ight?” Luffy agreed, speaking with his mouth full and pointing his chopsticks at his companion. “Sanji’s cookin’s the best!”

“For real! I can’t believe I can eat this perfection every day now!” Yamato grinned, happily shoving more noodles into his mouth.

“Shut up, you cavemen! ! I only take compliments from ladies!” Sanji snapped, but there was an undeniable, satisfied smile on his face.

There was a sly smirk on Usopp’s lips when he spoke up next, “Ladies and Zoro.”

Sanji nearly dropped the bowl he was pouring right then. “Excuse me? I’d take the shitty Marimo’s compliments least of all.”

“Sure,” Usopp drew out tauntingly before he burst out laughing.

As he looked between Sanji, Usopp, and a snickering Luffy, Yamato tried to understand what was going on… but when he noticed the pink dusting on Sanji’s cheeks, the answer became quite obvious. Huffing in amusement, he threw a smirk of his own at Sanji before the cook clicked his tongue and a throbbing, angry vein appeared on his forehead.

Taking that as a cue, Usopp and Luffy grabbed their bowls and bolted.

Quickly following their lead, Yamato gulped down the rest of his broth, then shot up and sprinted after the madly laughing duo. Judging by the chair that came flying after them, Yamato wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up without lunch tomorrow…

After they lost their last source of food, the game booths were the next in line.

“Usopp, you’re amazing!” Chopper called excitedly from where he was hanging onto Yamto’s shoulder after yet another booth’s grand prize got shot down.

“Just watch!” Usopp said, showing the others a thumbs up. “I’ll shoot down every single prize with flawless accuracy!”

Yamato’s eyes widened as the booth owner broke out of his stupor only to glare at Usopp. “We’d better scram,” Yamato mumbled, taking a step back while tugging at Luffy’s shirt.

By the time the owner came to menacingly loom over an oblivious Usopp, the rest of them were long gone. The cry of “Traitors!!” was barely heard over their laughter.

But food and games were not the only things the festival had to offer. Wherever Yamato went, the sound of singing and dancing could be heard in tandem with the playing music. Of course, there were the geishas and Hiyori’s traditional Wano songs but there was also someone else, someone who played music the likes of which Yamato had never heard before.

It resonated right through him, touching the deepest parts of his soul. Obviously, the skeleton wasn’t called the ‘Soul King’ for nothing.

“Do you like Brook’s music?”

Yamato startled at the soft voice behind him. He turned around to stare owlishly up at the woman and cyborg approaching him and, judging by the chuckle Nico Robin gave him, his surprise had to be pretty obvious.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Robin noted when she sat down on the ground next to him.

“I do. It’s so different from the music in Wano or Queen’s party songs,” Yamato replied before he gratefully accepted the cup of sake Franky had offered him.

“Enjoy it while you can. You’ll be hearing so much of his singing from now on that you’ll be super sick of it,” Franky laughed easily.

Yamato hummed thoughtfully at his words. “I doubt that.”

“Remember what you just said when he wakes you up at four in the morning for the fifth time the same week,” Robin remarked with a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Don’t scare me!” Yamato cried in mock horror even as his voice shook with laughter. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine getting sick of it—although he supposed he should hold that thought until he was being dragged out of bed that early on a regular basis…

Right now, however, he didn’t care.

He was too happy and there was too much joy around him… and too much alcohol buzzing in his mind.

But it was a festival; drinking just a little too much was fine!

Although it wasn't like he had much choice in that matter. Earlier that evening, he had learned the hard way that once Zoro and Nami got ahold of someone, there was no way they were leaving sober.

“Yamato, where are you going?” Nami asked with a raised eyebrow, the alcohol swirling in her glass.

“Giving up already, Son of Kaido?” Zoro joined in, his lips curled into a smirk.

Yamato groaned, stopping in his tracks. “I’m just going to get food!”

“Coward,” Zoro muttered once he drained the last drops from his sake cup.

“Coward,” Nami agreed solemnly.

“Excuse me?!” Yamato snapped as he slammed his hands on the table. “I’ll be right back!”

“Sure you will.” Nami leaned back in her chair before she brought her glass to her lips and took a long, taunting sip. There was a teasing spark in her eyes that was very hard to not pick up on and Yamato—

Yamato knew what they were doing.

They were riling him up on purpose, making fun of him and provoking him, all to get him to have just one more drink, get drunk just a little more, lose the undeclared drinking contest just a little faster. It was a clear bait, easy to see through. Like hell was he falling for cheap tricks like that.

“You’re fucking on,” Yamato hissed and sat back down, pouring himself a generous cup of sake.

“That’s more like it,” Nami laughed.

Zoro, too, huffed in amusement and the look he gave Yamato seemed almost proud in the meanest way and Yamato couldn’t help but laugh.

His voice still shaking with glee, Yamato shook his head. “You’re both terrible. Don’t complain to me when you get hungry.”

Just then, a giant plate full of yakitori and a pitcher of clean water appeared on the table. Yamato blinked in surprise before he tore his eyes away from the deliciously smelling meat to look at the one who had placed it there—the whale shark fishman who was looking right back at him with warm eyes and a wide smile.

Yamato’s face split into a grin and he immediately grabbed for one of the sticks. "Thanks, Jinbe!" he said before he bit down, a moan escaping him as soon as the juicy, amazing flavour hit his tongue.

"Thanks, man." Zoro nodded at Jinbe gratefully before grabbing a stick for himself.

Nami smiled at the fishman, pulling out the empty chair next to her. "Here, I saved you a seat, Boss." She winked, making the fishman laugh heartily.

The moment Jinbe sat down, Yamato placed two bottles in front of him. "Queen's whisky or Kaido's sake?"

A beat of silence passed before Jinbe started laughing all over again. "That's what you raided Onigashima for earlier?"

"Right after the packed treasury, yes," Nami agreed. "It's good stuff. Some of these could sell for so much money."

Before Jinbe could even say which one he wanted, a shout came from somewhere on the opposite side of the banquet area.

"I smell meat!!'

Immediately, both Zoro and Nami's eyes widened.

"Oh shit," Zoro cursed quietly.

That seemed to be the cue for the both of them to start scrambling to grab as many things off the table as they could, Nami snapping at both Yamato and Jinbe to move.

Yamato had no idea what was going on but Nami's frustrated glare sca—did not scare him. Still, he obeyed as quickly as he could, taking the yakitori plate in one hand and his sake cup in the other—

And a mere second later, something grabbed onto his shoulders.

His eyes went wide as he tried to process what was happening. Hands. Bodiless hands on his shoulders, pulling and pulling… until they weren’t.

Yamato stumbled forward when the force disappeared, struggling to keep his balance and not drop anything while the panicked cries of ‘Careful!’ and ‘Not again!’ were not helping. Yet, the hands kept firmly clutching at his shoulders and Yamato could only assume the worst.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for impact as a whole human body came hurtling towards him at the speed of recoiling rubber.

This idiot.

Yamato could barely finish the thought before loud laughter filled his ears, coming closer and closer and… further?

Blinking once, twice, he looked blankly in the direction of the loud crash next to him. Apparently, Luffy had managed to completely miss him and instead went flying right by him, toppling over the table… and crashed right into Zoro.

“I’m… going to… kill you one day,” Zoro groaned, lying on the ground under a snickering Luffy and holding one of the expensive sake bottles in the air as far away from Luffy as he could.

Luffy only laughed harder.

Honestly, the way Nami and Zoro had reacted as if this was a normal occurrence was mildly terrify—disconcerting. Was Luffy flinging himself at people from the other side of the room, the building, the whole festival… normal? Was this Yamato’s life now?

Well…

Yamato didn’t fight the smile that spread on his lips at the thought. This was his life now! He could laugh with friends, drink and eat with them, be who he was next to them. No one around to yell at him to just shut up and do what he’s told, no one to laugh at him, no one to tell him to stop being Oden.

No chains on his wrists or soul anymore.

From now on, he was finally free.

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bluemoose86 · 2 years

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Piper x Annabeth Snippet

Pairing: Piper McLean/Annabeth Chase

Summary: A fic based off of velinxi’s Young Gods AU. Annabeth meets Nico when Percy and Jason bring him to Olympus for the first time.

I was really inspired by velinxi’s Young Gods/Hades AU when it was coming out. It still has her old designs for Nico and Annabeth, but I’ll change them if I decide to finish this. Also, some things about the characters and their relationships might not fit with the “canon” of the AU since this was written before the zine was released. Check out @velinxi‘s account, and the specific drawing that I referenced in this fic can be found here

Warnings: slight angst? it’s very light, secret(ish) relationship, hurt/comfort? also very light on the hurt, lmk if there’s more

Word Count: 1,929

DISCLAIMER: This is an unfinished fic. I may continue it in the future if the urge hits me, but as of now, I have no plans to do that. Anything written in brackets [like this] is not part of the story itself, but necessary context.

✨Read Below!✨

[Annabeth’s POV. She’s walking and feels a strange, chilling aura when she walks by the garden where this fic starts. She stops and hears Percy and Jason along with an unfamiliar third voice, so she decides to investigate. She finds Percy and Jason in the garden with Nico, who is visiting Olympus for the first time.]

With a start, Annabeth realized the strange presence she had felt belonged to the small boy between them, who was gazing at his surroundings with wide, dark eyes. He was a head shorter than both Jason and Perseus, and his bone-white skin hugged his gaunt frame until it bled into ink from the middle of his calves down to his bare feet. A blood-red cape draped over his left shoulder, pinned to his black chiton by a skull, and a wreath of red and gold laurel leaves adorned his curly black hair—a symbol of godhood, though the aura of death and power emanating from him had told Annabeth that much. “Perseus? Jason?” she called across the courtyard.

All three heads jerked up to look at her. The small boy turned, and Annabeth caught sight of a jagged sword hanging from a chain at his hip: black as the depths of Tartarus and glowing an eerie purple. Just as the boy sucked the life from the grass where he stood, his blade sucked the light from the surrounding air. It was unlike any weapon Annabeth had seen before, and it did little to calm her nerves.

The boy tilted his head. “Percy?” he asked. “Who is that?”

A familiar laugh lilted through the courtyard before Perseus could answer, and Annabeth’s heart fluttered at the sound. “Don’t you know, little godling?”

Piper’s heady rose perfume enveloped them both as she looped an arm around Annabeth’s waist, drawing her closer until her back pressed against Piper’s front. “Her name is Annabeth!” Piper proclaimed. “Favored daughter of Athena! Warrior-architect of Olympus!” She jabbed a finger at the trio. “And she has never known defeat!”

Annabeth gripped the beak of her mask and tugged it lower on her face. “Gods damn it, Piper,” she muttered through clenched teeth. Her cheeks burned—partly from the grandiose introduction, but mainly because Piper’s hand on her thigh was dangerously close to … well, all of Piper was dangerously close to her. It was best to leave it at that.

From the corner of her eye, Annabeth saw Jason’s face light up. “Pipes!”

Piper lifted her hand from Annabeth’s thigh to wave, mercifully allowing her to breathe again. “Hi, Jason! Hello, Percy!” Piper called. “Who’s your friend?”

The boy raised his hand, a shy half-smile on his lips. “Hello, I’m—“

Perseus slung an arm around the boy’s shoulders and squashed him in a hug, cutting him off. “This is Nico!” Perseus answered as Nico flailed against him. “Me and Jason brought him to visit Olympus for the day.”

Annabeth frowned. Nico was clearly the son of a god—and one who had attained godhood in his own right, it seemed—so he should be living on Olympus just like the rest of them. If that wasn’t the case, where was he from?

Piper didn’t seem bothered by this as she disentangled herself from Annabeth to greet Nico properly, since he had finally managed to free himself from Perseus’s grip. Annabeth’s breath caught in her throat as Piper stepped into the sun. She was always gorgeous, but looking at her now, Annabeth swore she was even more beautiful than her mother (though she knew Lady Aphrodite would curse her if she ever dared to say that out loud). Her russet, reddish-brown skin practically glowed next to Nico’s ghostly pale complexion, and the rose pin in her chestnut hair perfectly complemented her light pink chiton. Her embellished bronze arm cuffs and vambraces glinted when she raised her arms. “Nice to meet you, Nico!” she exclaimed, grasping his hand. The heart-shaped curls at the ends of her hair—a trait she had inherited from her mother—seemed even springier than usual.

Nico shook her hand gingerly. “Nice to meet you too,” he said in a voice as small as his stature. “Piper, right? Percy and Jason told me a lot about you.”

“Likewise,” Piper said, and the sour taste returned to Annabeth’s mouth. If Piper knew about him, why hadn’t she said anything?

She didn’t have time to dwell on it before Piper grabbed her arm and dragged her closer to the group, ignoring her hushed protests. “And as I said before,” Piper continued, “the antisocial one here is Annabeth. She’s practically a genius, but we’re still working on her manners.”

Annabeth threw a glare at her, getting a playful grin in return. She still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach, but she didn’t have much choice now except to try to be friendly. “I apologize, Nico,” she said, extending her hand. “Your visit caught me by surprise. I hope you’re enjoying Olympus so far.”

Nico’s smile was much more confident as he shook Annabeth’s hand. Despite his icy touch and pallid appearance, his dark eyes were surprisingly lively, bright with the curious innocence of a small child. “I am,” he replied eagerly. “It’s beautiful here. I’ve never seen buildings quite so grand.”

Piper chuckled. “You have our resident architect to thank for that,” she said, slipping her arm out of Annabeth’s to set her hand on her waist—thankfully much higher than it had been before. “Annabeth here designed many parts of Olympus, including this very garden.”

“Hey, I didn’t know that!” Perseus exclaimed, whirling around with an apple in his hand. The branch he had plucked it from snapped back into place, scattering leaves into his messy black hair.

“Come on, how could you not know?” Jason asked. “Annabeth modeled it after Lady Aphrodite herself. She walked around Olympus raving about it for about a month.”

“It’s true,” Piper told Nico. “Mom still likes to tell me how impressed she is by Annabeth’s generous gift.”

Piper winked at her, and Annabeth hoped her mask would cover the blush spreading across her face. Back when they’d only been friends, Annabeth had complained to Piper about not having inspiration, and Piper had replied that she should design something after her. She’d been joking, but Annabeth had taken the idea and ran with it. Unfortunately, Lady Aphrodite had been the first to stumble on the completed garden, and she immediately assumed it was an homage to her. Annabeth felt too guilty and valued her life too much to tell her the truth.

Perseus shrugged. “Guess I just forgot.” He opened his mouth to take a bite of the apple, but a sudden gust blew it into Jason’s outstretched hand instead. “Hey!”

“You snooze, you lose!” Jason crowed, grinning as he held the apple aloft in one hand and pushed Perseus away with the other.

“I wasn’t snoozing, you ass! I was just about to eat it!” Perseus lunged again, but Jason dodged out of the way.

“Then go get another one.”

“You get another one!”

“Why would I do that when I already have this one?”

“Because that one is mine!”

Nico turned to watch them, laughing, but he winced as soon as he faced the back of the garden. He shielded his eyes with his hand even though the sun was hidden behind the clouds.

Annabeth frowned. “Are you all right?”

Nico’s shy smile was back, tinged with embarrassment. “Yes, sorry. I’m not quite used to how bright it is yet. We don’t get a lot of sunlight where I live.”

Jason scoffed, popping up from his scuffle with Perseus. “That’s an understatement.”

Even Piper seemed intrigued now. “What does that mean?”

Jason frowned, dodging out of the way as Perseus pounced again. “We didn’t tell you?” he asked. “Nico’s lived in the Underworld most of his life. He’s Lord Hades’s son.”

[Bit of a skip here. Annabeth and Piper process this news. Annabeth isn’t sure whether Nico is trustworthy since he’s from the Underworld, and it’s well known that Lord Hades isn’t exactly a fan of Olympus. Eventually, Percy proposes a sparring match between him and Annabeth so they can show off their skills to Nico. Annabeth is hesitant about it until Piper says it’s a good idea; then she agrees because she’s a simp.]

Annabeth strode towards the arena with Piper at her side. The other three lagged behind, laughing and talking about whatever detail Perseus and Jason pointed out to Nico. She would have much preferred for them to be in front so she could keep Nico in her sights, but she also knew that if those three set the pace, the Titans would reawaken before they reached their destination.

Piper poked her arm. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“You’re making that face.”

“What face?”

“The ‘I'm-thinking-too-much-again’ face.”

“I’m not making a face, Piper.”

[Small skip again.]

“Piper, when was the last time anyone from Olympus visited the Underworld? Besides Lord Hermes,” she added when Piper opened her mouth. “And until now, when was the last time someone from the Underworld visited Olympus?”

[Percy, Jason, and Nico are busy looking at something, so they’ve stopped walking for now.]

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” Annabeth asked. She tried to keep her voice from sounding too accusatory, but an edge still slipped past her lips and into her words.

Piper didn’t seem bothered by it. “Now you just sound jealous,” she teased, a mischievous grin on her lips. “Worried Percy and Jason have replaced you as my favorite?”

Annabeth tried to stay serious even as a hot blush spread across her face. “Piper,” she warned. “Please.” It wasn’t like she was obligated to tell Annabeth everything, but to keep something like this … it stung more than she would like to admit.

Piper’s perfect lips creased into a frown, her ever-changing eyes shifting from hazel to olive green. “All right, all right. Sorry.” She glanced back at where the three boys had stopped, as if checking to see if they were watching, but Annabeth knew they would be too engrossed by their own antics to pay the two of them any attention. “Look, I didn’t know he was Lord Hades’s son,” she continued. “All Percy and Jason told me was that they had found another god who had been born a demigod like us, and they wanted to bring him to visit Olympus. I knew you would be skeptical, so I was going to tell you the day before Nico was supposed to be here. Then, of course, they brought him early.”

Annabeth crossed her arms. “Why wait so long?”

“Because you would have worried, Annabeth. If I’d told you when I first found out, it’s all you would have thought about until he finally got here. Then you probably would have broken his arm as soon as he tried to give you a handshake.” She said the last part with a slight smile, but her eyes were still filled with concern. “I didn’t want to put you through that.”

“That’s not your decision to make, Piper.”

“I know.” Piper gazed into Annabeth’s eyes, grabbing both of her hands and twining their fingers together. “And I’m sorry.”

Annabeth studied her. The earnestness in Piper’s eyes helped ease the barb of pain in her chest, and she knew that Piper only had her best interests at heart. “I know. And I’m sorry, too. For making you think you had to keep this from me. Just ... tell me next time, okay? Please. And I’ll try not to worry as much.”

Piper beamed. “Deal.” She bit her lip shyly, her eyes glowing dusky pink in the light. “Can I kiss you?”

Annabeth’s heart jumped to her throat. She glanced back at the boys, who were still staring at some statue down the hall. In fact, they’d probably forgotten she and Piper were even there. With a small eye roll (though she was grateful for their obliviousness in this particular instance), she nodded to Piper, who pressed their lips together. It was little more than a peck, but it still left Annabeth’s head swimming.

Piper’s cheeks were flushed, and her smile seemed even brighter now. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured, tucking a stray hair behind Annabeth’s ear.

Annabeth was sure her face had to be the same color as Piper’s chiton. “Trying to flatter me into forgiving you?”

“Seems like it’s working,” Piper said with a laugh.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I really want to finish this at some point, and if I ever do I’ll update it here and post it to AO3 (hopefully).

#yes i did post part of this before but this is everything I have written this time #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #pjo #hoo #pipabeth #Piper McLean #piper mcQUEEN #annabeth chase #fanfic #fic snippet #wlw ships

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leonstamatis · 2 years

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17 18 19 20?

17. a fic about an alternate universe

OHOHO YES. yes yes yes. hands down this one has to be something of hayden’s. today i am picking “ivy,” a beck whitney far meridian au. the way that it approaches cali’s death to this day just makes me feel so many emotions. i love everything about it and i think about it often.

18. a fic about a canon divergence

so i don’t actually know if this one counts or not but it’s a part of the shuffle au that sonder arranged for the zine jam so it sure is a divergence! it is!! i’m once again bringing up cynda, who always does such a good job with workman and dot. “fragments from a new universe” is no exception. it’s just so like. palpably overwhelming and anxious (positive) and i think about it sometimes.

19. a fic about a blessing

okay so. “they were answered by you” is as of right now written by an anonymous author for the lift exchange. which is revealed tomorrow. so go see who wrote it then. it’s about silvaire semiquaver and steals mondegreen following the gochapon blessing, and i love it so much? the dream sharing and the weirdness of only being able to spend time together in that intangible place while adjusting to new lives away from each other… trust me. it’s good.

20. a fic about a main character of blaseball

so cola queeneevee my deepest dearest beloved wrote a fic about jaylen that i absolutely adore. “if you kill your heroes, keep them dead” is a series of vignettes that includes nico’s typical masterful use of poetic language, which we all know i am a sucker for. a sleeper fave for SURE.

#tam.ask #blb fic recs #ask meme #fourteenfifteen #thank you hennnn !!!!

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solangelover · 3 years

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Nyctophobia

A/N: Haven’t written in FOREVER but this was done a while back for the @after-everything-pjo-zine ! It’s out now, free download! Please check it out and support the other content creators who put a lot of effort into the zine. I had art done for my fic by @kalytera and it is EXCELLENT please check it out!

Read on AO3 or FF.net

Nico sprinted after the monster, directly into the forest.

He had been on border patrol and let the son of Hermes working with him leave early. They hadn’t had any monster activity in months and the kid looked like a zombie. Nico didn’t have too much sympathy for him, though, as he knew Cecil and his siblings were gearing up for some big prank. But still, Nico was more than powerful enough to take on a monster or two on his own. Not that he expected any action.

Of course, he was wrong.

In the darkness of the night, Nico saw something moving in the woods just beyond the border. He knew whatever it was couldn’t actually get in, but it was so close that Nico decided to go ahead and get rid of it. He had been itching for action anyway. The moment he stepped outside the border, the monster shot out of the trees. Luckily, Nico had his guard up and quickly rolled out of the way. The monster slammed into the camp border and whipped back around to Nico.

It was hard to make out what monster Nico was facing, but he didn’t care too much. It just looked like a giant badger of some kind. Not giant as in a Giant giant, but very abnormally large for a badger. Nothing major, Nico had faced down the worst of the worst in his life. This was a plaything in comparison.

“Let’s go, big guy.” Nico readied his sword. The monster lunged again, and this time Nico hoisted his shield to block the teeth, standing his ground. He swung out with his sword and grazed the badger’s cheek, causing it to flinch to the right and back off. Nico used the shadows to hide himself as he circled around the monster’s left side. It swiveled around looking for him, taking a second too long as Nico darted forward and stabbed it in the side. The creature screeched, flailing around and knocking him over with its tail. With a grunt, he fell to the ground, his sword skittering away from him. The monster, however, did not turn back to attack like he expected. It must not have been as invested in the fight as Nico was, because it began running back into the forest where it came from.

“Wha—hey!” Nico was affronted. He wanted that fight, and he was winning.

So here he was, chasing a giant badger in the dark woods. After running for 5 minutes, Nico realized that he had lost the beast. How, honestly, he didn’t know. He must’ve been out of practice. Or maybe the badger burrowed underground. He didn’t know how he’d missed a giant hole in the ground, but either way, he was annoyed.

The next thing he realized was that he was lost. Again, how he could get lost so quickly literally right past the camp border, Nico was at a loss. He was really out of practice.

Nico spun around, trying to see if anything looked familiar. Just trees and darkness. He tried to figure out which way he came from, but he got turned around. The adrenaline from before began to leak out of his body as his situation set in.

Nico was lost. Out in the woods. Outside of camp. In the darkness of night.

Well, okay, Nico tried to reason with himself. No problem, just shadow travel.

Except he hadn’t gotten the clearance from one Doctor Solace yet. But this was a bit of an emergency situation, so it was probably fine.

I mean, this isn’t actually that urgent, a voice in Nico’s head said. Just walk in one direction and you’ll probably hit camp.

Nico nodded to himself. He could try that. Why was he even worried anyway? He was looking for action—being stuck in the woods was the best way to find it. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d run into the badger beast and get to finish the job. So, he started walking.

And kept walking.

And walking.

Nico lost track of time and his steps, but it felt like an eternity. His breathing was coming out in short puffs, the cool air revealing each breath. His heart was beginning to race, though he wasn’t sure why. He was only walking. His eyes darted around, at first out of caution, but it slowly felt more and more like paranoia.

It felt like the darkness was pressing in on him from all sides.

His body started to tremble as he walked faster, but Nico knew this feeling.

He was scared.

A son of Hades, afraid of the dark. Ridiculous.

But he couldn’t help it. He felt its cold tendrils snaking up his back, making his hair stand on end. Dark fingers were curling around his throat. His breathing was shallow, and too fast, but he couldn’t seem to draw a full breath. His hands flew to his hair, tugging at it as he tried to ground himself. He realized he had stopped walking, just standing in a small clearing of trees, head spinning.

He was fine. He was in the forest, he’d been there a million times, it’s no different than in the daytime. It was fine. He was fine.

But he knew he wasn’t. He could almost hear the whispering voices, feel the tug where the shadows fell upon him. They wanted to take him from this world into the world of darkness. Maybe that was his world, not this one filled with light. Maybe they were right.

No, he thought. He couldn’t give in—he’d been through too much to give in. But isn’t that the reason he belonged in the shadows? Darkness and death followed him everywhere—maybe he wasn’t supposed to run from it.

Nico’s heart was pounding, his blood rushing in his ears. He belatedly realized that he had collapsed to the ground. The world swayed before his eyes. He was barely drawing in breath, his chest felt locked tight like something was constricting his lungs. Nico squeezed his eyes shut, feeling tears track down his cheeks.

Seriously? Here? Now?

Somehow, Nico’s thoughts were racing and yet, his mind was blank. The whispers were growing louder, buzzing through his head in an unintelligent stream of sounds. He could feel the darkness closing in on him, feel his consciousness slipping away.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t do anything.

Suddenly, a sharp pain cut through Nico’s haze and made him cry out.

His body moved on instinct. Nico’s eyes flew open and he rolled into a crouched position. With a groan, he fell back down to his knees, gasping for air that his lungs so desperately needed. As his vision cleared of black spots, he finally looked down and noticed the fresh blood gushing from his thigh. His head whipped up just in time for him to dodge a swipe from the same badger monster from before.

Nico had never been so relieved to see a monster.

With the pain in his leg sharpening his focus, Nico gathered his energy and pushed up, suppressing a scream as his leg protested the movement. He drew his sword once more, still drawing in large gulps of air. The badger snarled and lunged once more. Nico quickly sidestepped and swung down with his sword, slicing the outstretched leg of the monster. It howled in pain, tumbling to the ground before staggering to its feet and retreating back into the woods.

Nico wasn’t planning to give chase, until he heard a large thump and another screech from the monster. He limped in the direction it ran to see that the badger had slammed into an invisible barrier. The camp border! Nico nearly cried with relief, completely ignoring the monster as it scurried away from him. Once he stumbled past the border, Nico fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He could see the lights of camp. They stood out against the darkness of the night, reminding Nico that he was still shrouded in shadows with his back barely within the camp border.

He scrambled to his feet, feeling blood trickle down his leg and soak his sock. He used his sword to prop himself up as he limped forward, refusing to look down at his wound, which was probably bleeding more than he’d like. While he knew logically that his injury made his progress slow, Nico couldn’t help but feel like the shadows were pulling him back. It was like before, when he would shadow travel and almost get stuck in-between destinations. The voices were whispering again, trying to lure him into the darkness where he belonged. His vision was beginning to fade, black spots dancing before his eyes. He knew it was the pain and blood loss, he knew that. But it scared him because what if it was him? What if he was fading again? What if he disappeared in the night and no one knew?

Nico’s heart was pounding, which was not good for all the blood still gushing from his wound. His foot hit something, and he pitched forward, falling hard on the wooden steps of the Big House. He moaned loudly, unable to contain his pain and fear.

He distantly heard the door creak open and felt someone kneel beside his head. Nico was sure he was nearly hyperventilating, both from physical exertion and panic. He couldn’t hear anything being said. Then, there were hands on him, and he desperately shook them off, afraid of being pulled into shadows.

Then, a sudden warmth washed through his body.

The air rushed out of Nico as his entire body relaxed, his head falling back not onto the hard wood like he expected, but into gentle hands that cradled him carefully. As his breathing steadied, he peeked up to see blue eyes gazing down at him with concern, blonde hair falling down and framing a freckled face.

Nico saw Will’s lips move, but no sound reached his ears before his eyes slipped shut.

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Nico woke the next morning to the familiar sight of white walls and sunlight streaming in through the window. He sighed, disappointed he landed himself in the infirmary for the millionth time, before he remembered the events of the previous night.

Nico was suddenly very alert, his heart rate jumping immediately as he sat upright in bed. He shoved the sheets back to inspect the wound on his thigh. It was wrapped up in white bandages, but no blood was showing through. Will must’ve been able to heal it closed, or at least stitch it up well. Nico tested moving his leg around a bit, surprised that it really didn’t hurt at all. He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, willing his heart to slow down.

“Glad to see you’re awake.” Nico’s head jerked up at the sound of the son of Apollo’s voice. Will strolled in front of Nico’s bed, looking down at his clipboard as he scribbled something down. Then he looked up and locked eyes with his patient.

Nico gulped. Will didn’t seem too happy to see him.

Before Nico could say anything, Will glanced down at his injury and said, “I fixed it up as much as I could. The wound wasn’t too deep. The blood loss was the worst of it, which is why you’re hooked up to an IV.” He gestured at the item, which Nico hadn’t even noticed in the few minutes he’d been up.

Nico nodded, leaning back against his pillow for a moment. He subtly tensed his muscles, assessing his physical condition for himself. Overall, he felt alright, just tired. It was probably the blood loss and… the other things that happened last night. He didn’t want to think about it, but it was like he could still feel the cold darkness lingering under his skin. His sense of panic out in the forest sat in the back of his head, keeping him from fully relaxing.

Will walked around the side of Nico’s bed, sitting in the chair and putting his clipboard to the side. “Nico…”

Nico knew that tone. The tone of a concerned friend, the tone of someone who wants to talk about things Nico really did not want to talk about. It always turned out to be a good thing when he talked with Will, but he couldn’t ignore his initial reaction of get away, especially not after last night. “Thanks for healing me, Solace.”

Will just looked at him, concern and worry evident in his eyes alone. Nico looked away quickly, unable to take that look without spilling his guts, which he most definitely did not want to do in this moment.

The medic nodded, not that Nico saw, and said, “Of course. You know I’m always here for you, Nico.” The son of Hades knew Will was trying to get more out of him, but he just couldn’t—wouldn’t—talk. Not right now.

Will seemed to get the hint. “You’re probably tired. The few hours of sleep you got isn’t enough to recover from your blood loss. You should get some rest,” he said reluctantly.

Nico glanced up as Will stood to leave, relieved when Will smiled down at him. At least he wasn’t mad that Nico wasn’t talking. He probably knew, to some degree, that there was more going on here than a monster attack.

Nico nodded back in silent gratitude for Will’s understanding.

“I’ll be back to check on you later.”

Will pulled the curtains closed around Nico’s bed, and Nico was alone. He could feel his mind beginning to buzz with thoughts and anxieties, so he quickly shook his head. The dark-haired boy shuffled further down into the infirmary bed, shutting his mind up and giving into the exhaustion he felt. If anything, he’d at least get a good rest out of this whole situation.

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Nico woke up sometime in the afternoon, the sun shining in the sky. He sat up slowly, feeling out his body. His muscles ached a bit, probably from pushing himself while injured last night, but otherwise, he felt alright. The wound on his thigh throbbed dully. Pushing his sheets back, he saw that his bandages were still white, meaning it was mostly healed, thanks to Will’s magic.

The son of Hades glanced around. His curtains were still closed, and the infirmary sounded pretty quiet around him.

Nico paused for a few seconds.

Then promptly swung his legs off his bed and planted his feet on the floor.

He knew he shouldn’t leave, not without Will clearing him first. Will would not be happy with him (he knew from experience). But he could feel his nerves sparking under his skin, anxiety and fear sticking with him even through his nap. He didn’t want to be trapped in the white walls of the infirmary when Will eventually found him.

So, he stood up, shook himself out, and tried to look casual as he strolled toward the doors of the infirmary.

“Hey—wait!”

Nico glanced back, seeing a young child of Apollo nervously approach. “You—I mean, you can’t—can’t leave…?” She sounded so uncertain, Nico almost felt bad. Almost.

“Oh, it’s fine. I was just resting until I felt ready to leave.” He decided to leave Will out of this because lying to his sister felt a bit too much like betrayal.

Before the girl could reply, he opened the door and left.

Nico headed straight for the arena, intending to work out some of his excess energy so that he could go back to his cabin and fall right back asleep. He wasn’t even limping on his previously wounded leg, which he took as a good sign. He also reasoned that, considering a monster got the best of him, he should get to training as soon as possible.

He chose to ignore all the other thoughts pulsing in the back of his mind.

(Darkness, fear, shadows, don’t belong don’t belong don’t belong—)

Only ten minutes of swinging around a sword passed before, “Nico di Angelo.”

Nico winced at the tone. He lowered his sword and looked over at the entrance to the practice area, only to lock eyes with a stern (and frankly, intimidating) son of Apollo.

He knew better than to ignore the healer, so he waited as Will stalked over. The other boy crossed his arms tightly, coming to a stop in front of Nico. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Nico cast about for some kind of response, but he knew there was nothing he could say in this moment to justify his actions. Not without diving into the details of his monster encounter, which he didn’t exactly feel up to doing.

After opening and closing his mouth a few times, Nico simply shrugged, eyes darting off to the side. He heard Will blow out a frustrated breath. Meanwhile, the son of Hades distracted himself with the rocks at his feet.

“Nico,” Will said, in that same knowing tone as before. Nico nervously adjusted his grip on the hilt of his sword before sheathing it, if only to give his mind something else to focus on for a few seconds. There was silence for a moment before Will continued. “I’m not mad at you.”

At that, Nico glanced up at the healer. He could see it, in the soft blue of Will’s eyes, that he was being honest. Nico had seen Will angry—usually not at him, but Nico had pulled stupid stunts in the past—and this wasn’t it. This was concern and genuine care. Nico was always waiting for Will to stop caring, to stop reaching out to him, but he never had, and he was beginning to think he never would.

The dark-haired boy nodded, unsure of what he should say. When it was clear Nico was not going to respond verbally, Will spoke again. “Something happened out there.” His eyebrows creased in concern when Nico stiffened. “You don’t have to tell me if you really don’t want to. But I want to help you, Nico. I saw you last night. You were… scared. Terrified. And I know it wasn’t from whatever monster attacked you. That’s not you.”

Nico gave himself a second to think about it, before blurting out, “I’m afraid of the dark.”

Both boys looked surprised, a moment of silence passing between them.

Nico expected to be judged, to be mocked. He knew it was Will, and Will wouldn’t do that. But hearing it out loud, it was laughable, at least to Nico. He could see the irony. He was Prince of the Underworld, the Ghost King. But he couldn’t help it.

“That’s—” Will started, then shook his head, starting over. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Nico.”

The son of Hades scoffed. “Sorry for what? That I’m a coward? It’s not your problem, Solace.” He looked away, shaking his hair so it covered his eyes.

“Nico…”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” Will said firmly. “I mean, it is. Ugh, I mean, it’s okay to be afraid of things. Everyone has their fears.”

“I’m the son of Hades. I exist in the darkness. I literally use the shadows to move around!”

Nico waited for Will to say more, unsure of what he wanted the other boy to say.

“Nico, please look at me,” Will pleaded.

Nico sighed, and peeked up at Will through his hair. He was met with an understanding gaze and a gentle smile.

“You’re not any less of a warrior for your fears, you know.”

And maybe that was truly what Nico needed to hear, whether he knew it or not.

But still, “I think it’s embarrassing.”

“I think it’s human,” Will shot back.

“Well, I’m only half, you know.”

“Shut up,” Will rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Nico looked away again, feeling a bit better even without having said much about what transpired last night. Maybe he didn’t have to. Maybe Will understood anyway, and really meant it when he said he’d be there for him.

Maybe he did have a place in this world, in the light, where the darkness of his mind and enemies of his past couldn’t get him. Maybe Will would be the one to show him that, once and for all.

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aibhilin-atibeka · 4 years

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One Piece Flashfics & Drabbles

Hello y’all!

Here’s the latest batch of flashfics and drabbles I’ve written parallel to working on my contribution for the Women! Wanted Zine :D

I’m very proud to present them to you, to be read at your leisure, they can be found under the cut:

Her Kind of Folks: Dadan dealing with the surprise acquisition of yet another brat to watch over.

Twirling The Dress: Koala feeling like a fairytale princess. It’s nice every now and again but not really her style, is it?

A Doctrine’s Memoires: Doctor Kureha and various flashfics/drabbles centering around her. Might be expanded upon later on.

“Bon Sang!”: Jewelry Bonney deages for the first time. It comes with a craving for pizza, but what else is new?

The Search for Knowledge: Nico Olvia needs to know, so she sets out.

I’ve made a series for all my flashfics/drabbles to be pooled there which you can find here, so check that one out. On top of that, I’m sure I’ll be creating more of these short little fanfics in the near future, so keep your eyes peeled for that, dear readers! :D

All in all, thank you very much for reading!

Cheers!

This post was put online on the 20.05.2020.

#i made a thing #one piece #women! wanted zine #dadan #koala #kureha #jewelry bonney #nico olvia #fanfic

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franeridart · 6 years

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Hi! Idk if you read fanfic, but would you happen to have any kiribaku fic recs? Or any bnha fic rec?

I’m pretty sure there’s stuff tagged as fic recs on this blog, yes! Nothing particularly new tho, I haven’t had the time to put down a new rec-list in a while ;-;

Anon said:How long does it take you to finish a drawing with and without color?

That honestly depends on a lot of factors - which tools I’m using, how many characters there are in the drawing/if it’s full body or not, how used to drawing the character I am, how big is the canvas, if I already have a clear idea of what I mean to draw or not, how precise I want to be with lines and stuff.

That Yuuto sketch I posted yesterday took me about 40 minutes I think, and over half of it was spent trying to figure out how I was supposed to draw him since it was the first time I drew him - the tools I used are the ones I use when I want to be fast and don’t care about being sloppy. A small random Kirishima bust properly lined and colored could take me five minutes to sketch and line and as many to color on a good day, cause I’ve drawn him so many times by now I don’t even have to think to draw him. Deku, on the other hand, can take me an hour even just to sketch, I can’t seem to grasp how I’m supposed to draw him at all.

Sorry, it really depends on a lot of things, I can’t give a proper answer to this :(

Anon said:Ive been tryin to find ur art of sero carrying baku for like 20 minutes n i cant find it :(

Are you talking about this one? Or this one? There’s also this one I guess...? And maybe this one lol

Anon said:yoooo, hey man, that cat kiribaku thing ya got going on is some 👌👌👌👌👌

HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Has anyone ever considered Hadmie. Hadou x Camie before?? It just seems like it'd be a cute ship to sail with, tbh. That just might be me tho.

I dunno if anyone has before you, but I can’t say I have, sorry! If I gotta ship Nejire with someone after all it’s gonna be Yuyu haha

Anon said:Hey do you do commissions? I really love your art and I'd love to get a commission from you!! (and also I just wanna know if there's yet another thing that I have to save up for XD)

Not right now, sorry! Maybe after I’m done with the zine things!!

Anon said:*runs around like an excited puppy* DAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVE!!!!!!! :D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Anon said:AHHH i love your ocs so much also Nico looks so cute and i love learning new things about them

AAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G O D!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:KIRI + PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL = THE BEST THING EVER

I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON THAT

Anon said:your oc's literally kill me!! i already love nico, and i think i speak for everyone when i say that we definitely want more of him and luca!! i don't know if it's just me, but I love when the angry, swearing types fall for someone.

SOB thank you so so much for the kind words about my kids ;^;

Anon said:OH MY GOD LUCA IS BACK!!!! YESSSSSSSS FUCKING KILL ME THIS IS A BLESSED DAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. MORE OF YOUR OC'S!!! (only when you want to share of course, I'm just trying to convey my enthusiasm here. not demanding at all ^^)

I think that might happen soon enough, actually!!!! Thank you so much for the interest in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Are josh and chris still not dating?

Sadly until I’ll sit down to write their story that specific part of it won’t go anywhere :( Chris gotta deal with a bunch of things before he’ll be ready to put a name to what’s between him and Josh 3 one day I’ll let him work through it !!!

Anon said:I'm so paranoid I'm going to repost one of your post by accident but the thing is is I never even repost anything at all but just because I know you don't want them to be I'm so scared that by accident I'm going to have something screenshotted and forget it's yours and like Ugh😂

Well, my name’s written on all my drawing so I doubt you’ll forget it’s my stuff lol to make sure you’re not reposting anything the author doesn’t want reposted you can always just ask before reposting it, tho~

Anon said:I was just scrolling through your OC stuff and I just. Love them so much. Thank you for the babies ❤

GOD THANK YOU ;O;

Anon said:Okay I've never seen your oc's before and Dave is the cutest green boy I love him

AAAAHHHHHH I’M GLAD!!!!!

Anon said:kamijirou getting together? :3 also if there were ever a scenario where jirou would confess first, what do you think she would be thinking?

I actually have half a thing planned for that :0 gimme a while to get around to drawing it!

Anon said:How do you feel imagine kiri’s parents???

Actually since I’m still hoping one day Hori will give us the official versions I try not to think too much about it! I don’t wanna grow attached just to have to give them up once I’ll have the canon versions haha

Anon said:hey quick innocent question ive been following for a long time and saw a lot of your art do you have a thing for feet

Are you asking because I draw a lot of people barefoot? Feet are just easier and faster to draw than shoes, anon

Anon said:I love how you answer asks all at once. It’s nice to see that you’re getting in bulk appreciation

THANKS I honestly just don’t want my blog to be more asks than art, so I let them pile up before answering - it does mean I make people wait a lot for answers tho orz sorry

Anon said:I LOVE YOUR ART

THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You've open a sea of possibilities with red pineapple kirishima. You're a legend :prayeremoji:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t call myself that but I’m glad you appreciate him too hahaha

Anon said:i cant help but notice nothings been added to your sero tag in 4 months

That might be because I rarely use single characters tags! Try looking under #bakusquad and #seromina :D

Anon said:Hahaaa hi this is probably really really awkward but I just wanted you to let you know that you're super awesome!! And the fact that your art is something that I can look forward to is absolutely amazing (no pressure tho)!!! So yea, thank you for being cool and creating beautiful art~~ :D ✧✧✧

SOB it’s not awkward at all!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Would you mind adding some more Tokoyami art to your shop? More specifically the pieces where hes hanging out with Kiri, and the Tokoshoji piece :D Im desperate to bury my notebooks in stickers from your shop rn and the bird boy needs more love ❤

AHW I’m sorry anon, but those are definitely too small to be of any use on the shop ;-; if you’re okay with it I could add the last one I posted? I should seriously draw more of him..................

Anon said:That jacket that Kirishima has on...I NEED!

I drew it and that’s still a mood t b h

Anon said:I went so far back in your blog that it kicked me back to the beginning ;-; I was just getting to the D. Greyman stuff too

AW ;-; (..........it’s good tho, the further you go the least worth it my stuff is l m a o)

Anon said:Do you ever draw kiribaku or something else in paper or some kind of sketch book if you do i would love to see them❤(sorry if my english is bad)

I do have some doodles on paper posted on here somewhere? But tbh I rarely draw traditionally anymore unless it’s just random doodles :(

Anon said:Aahhh!!! I really love your kiribaku shit its so cute!!and you draw so goood too literally when i found this ship i instantly found you and you are so perfect in my eyes and your art!!!!! I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yoooouuuuuu thank you for being here and showing us this stuff!!❤❤❤❤

HECK thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i adore your art so much and your bakushima comics make me smile a lot! :) you’re one of my favorite artists now dldksjshskdk

tHANK YOU OH MY G OD ;^;

Anon said:Consider this: fantasy Kirishima meeting normal bakugou, thinking that's his Katsuki 😂😂

.........................you literally got no clue how long I’ve been thinkin about drawing this............ he ck

Anon said:Your drawings give me life 😍❤️

sob thank you so so so much ;-;

#fran answers #in other news ive drawn more seros carrying bakugous than i expected #HM #anonymous

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dorohedorozine · 6 years

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Link to PDF purchase: https://gum.co/zCoe

A digital copy of DEVILSTEW: A Dorohedoro Fanzine, a collaborative fanzine dedicated to the world and characters of Q Hayashida’s Dorohedoro! Sales of the digital zine end September 1st.

Zine specifications: A5-sized images, 52 pages, 83.2MB, (37+ illustrations and 1 written piece), PDF file.

Content warnings: Depictions and descriptions of mild gore and dismemberment, blood, coarse language.

+++Collaborators+++

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#thank you for everyone's patience!!#dorohedoro #dorohedoro zine

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aion-rsa · 4 years

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How Netflix’s Moxie Explores Different Reactions to Feminism

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Directed by Amy Poehler, glorious coming of age comedy Moxie hit Netflix last week and was a joyful celebration of giving a damn. The movie sees 16-year-old Vivian (Hadley Robinson) inspired by her mum’s (Poehler) former feminist escapades and the misogyny she sees at her school to produce her own Zine (called Moxie) to unite her class mates and try to make a difference.

Sometimes she gets it wrong. Sometimes she hits out at the wrong people. But Vivian and her friends’ determination, hope, doggedness and, sure, moxie, sees real change emerge. It’s funny and vital and an absolute breath of fresh air. Though the film focuses on Vivian, one of the joys of Moxie is that it’s not just Vivian who goes on a journey. Each of the main characters has an arc which explores different kinds of responses to feminism.

Here we break them down.

Vivian

Vivian is inspired by her mother and by her new classmate Lucy (Alycia Pascual-Pena) to make the magazine in an attempt to address inequalities in the school. Through the mag she finds new friends, a voice and power she’d never had. Moxie calls out the boys who have been harassing Lucy. She supports Kaithlyn (Sabrina Haskett) after Principal Shelley (Marcia Gay Harden) enforces a discriminatory dress code and she backs Kiera’s (Sydney Park) campaign to win a valuable sporting scholarship. But when Kiera doesn’t win, Vivian is angry and disillusioned. She has the pure rage of a teenage girl who’s just discovered white hot fury and she spits it over everyone – including boyfriend Seth (Nico Hiraga), her mother and her mother’s new boyfriend (Clark Gregg). Vivian cares. She really fucking cares. And caring is a beautiful thing. But it causes her to make bad decisions, distributing stickers that get her and the others into trouble and stealing an award won by the Principal which ultimately leads to her best friend Claudia’s (Lauren Tsai) suspension from the school. Vivian finds her voice, her allies and her desire to fight, but mistakes are made along the way. She, like all of us, is still learning in a thorny landscape. Vivian gets it wrong but she accepts this, atones and doesn’t give up. We, the film says, must do the same.

Claudia

Claudia is Vivian’s best friend who is not as comfortable with speaking out or putting her head above the parapet as Vivian. When Moxie suggests the girls come to school with hearts and stars drawn on their hands she is dismissive, suggesting it won’t do anything. She’s jealous of Vivian’s new passion and new friends and, in Vivian’s eyes at least, isn’t supporting her. It’s Claudia, though, that officially registers Moxie so the gang can put up posters in the hallways, a move which ultimately results in her suspension from school – a very grave outcome from her family’s perspective. Vivian’s lack of understanding that things are different for her because she is white and Claudia is Chinese is a lesson that Vivian learns and ultimately leads to Vivian admitting to being behind Moxie and suggesting that the suspension should be hers. It’s not clear if the decision to suspend Claudia will be reversed but the two are reunited as best friends who have grown together.

Vivian’s mother Lisa

Lisa (Poehler) acknowledges that when she was young and fighting the patriarchy they also made mistakes. She says they weren’t intersectional enough, that they called their meetings ‘pow wows’ and in general were making up their forms of protest as they went along.

She and Vivian are close but somewhere along the line communication with her daughter has dropped off. Once she understands what Vivian is going through she reunites her with Claudia and shows up to support her protest. The two admit they inspire each other – it’s her mum and not Seth she goes to when she steps down from the podium – an important, powerful and perfect moment between the two, acknowledging the work of former generations of feminists at the same time as celebrating the progress the new generation is making.

Seth

Seth is a wonderful example of a feminist ally – he doesn’t get everything right but he tries constantly and when he doesn’t know how to deal with a situation he’ll ask. Seth discovers who is behind Moxie early on, accidentally. He offers to distribute in the boys bathroom, he draws hearts and stars on his hand and wears a tank top in solidarity with the girls and co-nominates Kiera for the sport scholarship. Though he and Vivian fallout – it’s Vivian’s fault – in the final rousing act of the film he allows her to apologise and shows her pitch perfect support. Finally finding her voice, Vivian stands up in front of the girls who have walked out of class in protest over the rape of a girl and admits that she is the maker of Moxie. After a moving moment where the rape victim comes forward and the women share a scream reminiscent of the group grieving bit in Midsommar, Vivian exits the stage to allow other girls to speak. Mouthing her apology across a crowd, in response Seth rolls up his sleeve to reveal word VIVIAN written large up his arm. It’s both a reference to her earlier rant about being expected to be his property and have his name on her arm, and a nod to the ‘girls on tops’ movement which saw people wearing t-shirts with the names of their favourite female filmmakers and stars.

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Ike Barinholtz’s English teacher is well meaning but ineffective and is called out on it by the girls in his class. Early in the film he allows the bullying Mitch (Patrick Schwarzenegger) to talk over Lucy when she’s making a point about the limitations of the syllabus. When Principal Shelley sends home a pupil because she’s wearing a tank top and has big breasts he does nothing and when the girls protest by wearing tank tops to class he claims it’s a women’s issue. Davies doesn’t know how to handle his pupils’ burgeoning interest in feminism and so he does nothing.

Later though, when the girls are planning to stage a walkout, he offers support. Though he says it’s their funeral if they leave and he is ‘washing his hands of it’ when he holds them up they are covered with hearts and stars.

Lucy

Lucy Inspires Vivian, she teaches her that hiding in the background and blending in to try to avoid confrontation isn’t the right thing to do – that Vivian should hold her head up. Lucy is brave and fierce and confident – she is Black and gay and shows a level of awareness and strength that Vivian wouldn’t have had to learn, while Lucy has. But she can also lack mindfulness of other people who aren’t as strong as her. Her nomination of Kiera is well meant but ultimately ends badly for Kiera, in part because the girls were too assured that they would be able to change the school overnight. Idealism can be wonderful but by making Kiera stand for all women and girls, she ends up hurt and humiliated as a consequence. Lucy also doesn’t really understand the seriousness of Claudia’s suspension. She will continue to fight but she, like Vivian, still has things to learn.

Principal Shelley

Shelley fails to support the female students at the school. Her refusal to act even when Lucy is the victim of abusive behaviour allows toxic acts to perpetuate, and her response of ‘sticks and stones’ to Lucy after she’s been verbally abused is the catalyst which drives Vivian to action. Shelley makes some valid points – she’s not wrong about it being important for things to be done within school rules, that girls should pull up a chair if we want a seat at the table, but her apathy leads to toxicity going unchecked. She’s an example of those with an attitude that doesn’t take feminism seriously, arguing that there are more pressing problems. Her turning a blind eye has enabled the rape we later learn has gone unreported. The final act though, offers hope for her to change – the walkout and protest means she finally has to talk Mitchell’s behavior seriously and there is hope that she will learn from her mistakes.

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Moxie isn’t a polemical, it’s a fun, joyful movie which celebrates people of all ages, races and genders trying to do their best, but it’s also a smart look at different attitudes to inclusiveness and equality, to protest and change that might be about feminism in this instance but isn’t confined to that issue. Instead it’s an intelligent exploration of tolerance and how things might be better for everyone regardless of our generation if we try to listen and learn from each other.

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Copper_wasp: I haven't before, but I will be for this zine!! And I also have about a dozen Nico/Reader WIPs just begging to be completed

Avianbrother: I will take any excuse to write for Nico, she is a queen.

Keeroo: I've been working on a Nico-centric fic in secret, though IDK if it will ever get to the point I want to post it. I love her so much ❤️

Harlot-of-oblivion: No, I haven't written for any of the female cast save a few cameos here and there. And as to the reason, I don't have enough confidence to pull them off yet. But maybe one day... 😕

Vinumxvitae: Nico and Lady, but for whatever reason, I am terrible at Trish and Kyrie so I tend to avoid them :c

BlueRoseBlaze: Very rarely. I’ve been trying to branch out and I’ve been adding Kyrie to more fics slowly I do want to write for Nico soon though

InugamiMochi: I am working towards writing Nico ;P She's so interesting and out of the box as a female character

Twinkstimulator: i write nico, lady and trish!! i dont think i write lady and trish particularly well but i want to write more nico tbh i just love her sigh

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Itchy: The Little Things Zine Launch at Glass Door Gallery

Talking amongst close friends can lead to inspiring ideas that flourish into their own art. “Itchy: The Little Things” is exactly that idea put into practice from mutually shared experience of friends who have experienced pinnacle moments of anxious feelings and confusion. Local artist Zoë Gelfant came up with the concept for the zine after talking to her roommate about the little things that…

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Netflix’s Moxie is a Euphoric Call to Action for Everyone, Not Just Gen Z Girls

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Some people have done astounding things in lockdown. They’ve written books, learned languages, got fit, taken to crafting, or they are scientists, key workers, people saving the world every day. Or just people surviving in the worst circumstances and not giving up. Hats off to them.

Others of us after a year of varying levels of lockdown aren’t doing quite so well. Apathy has set in. Cooking, eating and washing up feels like never ending Sisyphean torture. Wearing clothes other than pyjamas counts as an achievement. Leaving the house to go to shops feels like an activity that should warrant sponsorship. For some of us it’s all got a bit much.

So when Moxie, directed by Amy Poehler and based on the book by Jennifer Mathieu, landed on Netflix, we could just about be bothered to press play.

Thank god. Moxie is a movie that calls for us – all of us – to do something, to say something to try even if we get it wrong. Don’t give up, Moxie says. These are complicated times, but that doesn’t mean we get to opt out. And that’s a message to all of us, not just the Gen Z kids in the film who are learning about feminism for the first time, but the parents who can learn from those kids, the men and boys who can act as allies, the teachers whose inactivity or fear of getting it wrong leads to further injustice. What a glorious and uplifting message – people get things wrong, politics is complicated, try, fail, learn, get better.

Hadley Robinson stars as 16-year-old Vivian, daughter of Amy Poehler’s single mum Lisa, who back in the day was on her own mission to smash the patriarchy. Asked to write an essay about a cause she feels passionately about and what she did to change it she’s inspired by her mum’s old memorabilia to create a zine called Moxie which she distributes anonymously.

Once Vivian’s eyes are open to the casual, and not so casual, sexism that goes on in her school – an annual list classifying the girls in categories like ‘most bangable’, ‘best rack’, the marginalisation of the women’s football team compared to the men’s, double standards in dress code and a school syllabus that focuses on white male literature – she sees it everywhere.

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Vivian has success, has failure, gets disillusioned, messes up and redeems herself by the end. It might be formulaic but that doesn’t make it any less effective. This might be a formula we have seen in coming of age films from Whip It to Booksmart and beyond, but here it fits perfectly in a film that is calling for us all to own our mistakes, get better and move on.

Against the backdrop of the Weinstein scandal and its wider implications (we see snippets of a news report in the background referring to women coming forward related to a not specified case), Moxie’s is a world in turmoil but one that celebrates the possibility of change.

Much has been made of ‘boomers vs millennials’ spats online – one is obsolete, the other entitled or something – while Gen X-ers are largely defined by other people forgetting we exist and us not really caring – the onus seems to be on Gen Z to save the world, an awful lot of pressure to lay on the shoulders of the young.

Moxie celebrates the vigour of youth while exploring how every age, race and gender can do their part, from the wonderful example of being an ally set by Vivian’s boyfriend Seth (Nico Hiraga), to the damaging dismissiveness of the Principal (Marcia Gay Harden) and the fear and avoidance of Vivian’s teacher Mr Davies (Ike Barinholtz) who finally comes through for the girls even if in a very small way.

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Moxie isn’t just a call to action, it’s a celebration of passion and of giving a damn about something, while encouraging tolerance and understanding. It might look like a sweet coming-of-ager and a ‘girls first feminism’ handbook but it’s bigger than that. It’s one of the most current wholly positive and inclusive comedies to land on the streaming service and could be just what we need in 2021 and beyond.

Moxie is available to stream on Netflix now.

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