overturn ◦ 4

“every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare.”

1, 2, 3


Seventh grade was a whirlwind as far as I can remember. 

It was the year that I finally had Mr. Matthews as a teacher, and I could finally use him as some kind of father figure. At least he’d be better than my own.

When I first thought about having him as my teacher, I thought he’d be the fun, jokester type of teacher, but he was much more than that. He tied in life lessons with history and taught us better ways to deal with conflict. I became even more jealous of Riley everyday he taught because she had this man as a father and I knew he was there for her all the time. I didn’t have that in my life. 

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Honestly, ever since becoming a fanfic writer myself I’ve become like 500% more understanding and patient about other authors’ update schedules. An author takes 6+ months to post their next chapter? Yeah, totally get that real life can get in the way. An author abandons a fic? Disappointing, but it happens- sometimes inspiration for a story just dies. An author apologizes about taking so long to post a 10k word chapter? Dude, that’s like 18-20 pages on Word single-spaced. It takes me at least a week to write an essay for school a quarter the length of that, and that’s with a deadline. 

It’s probably the most important thing writing fanfic has taught me, tbh. How to fully appreciate the hard work someone else has put into their story. How important the role of the audience is to an author. And that no matter what, you are never entitled to demand more of a story that you are getting for free. 

writing fanfic more like:

  • have I used that word recently *ctrl + f* shit
  • “are you still working on that fic?” last edited: 24th January 2005 “haha of course”
  • that feeling when someone comments
  • planning a fic down to the words you’ll use without anywhere to write it down and getting home and remembering none of it
  • it’s just a fic no one will care about inaccuracies *spends four hours researching a 2000-word one-shot*
  • grammar
  • *sees word in advert* yes that’s a good word I’ll remember that word *never uses word*
  • my last four fanfics are centred around this character and while it means their characterisation is perfect, people are yelling at me
  • “oh you write? can you name a character after me” “ummm”
  • is that a real word *red line appears* well why isn’t it
a JuminZen wedding crasher fanfic idea

(aka I have so many fics to write SOMEONE TAKE THIS IDEA AWAY FROM ME)

  • it all starts when Chairman Han wants Jumin to get married to Sarah Choi
  • Jumin hates the idea but goes through with it because it makes his dad and the company happy
  • Jumin complains about it on the messenger
  • on the night before the wedding Zen realizes Jumin will bind himself forever to some crappy woman and his brain is like HEYO DO YOU FINALLY GET IT YOU TSUNDERE
  • Wedding day arrives, it takes place in a really fancy church with a shitton of reporters
  • Jumin is fucking miserable because Sarah is clinging to him like an octopus and won’t stfu about her wedding night
  • The priest is taking their vows and he wonders if ‘please kill me’ would be rude to say
  • Suddenly! Zen bursts through the church door
  • “I OBJECT!”
  • Zen knows how to make an entrance
  • He runs towards Jumin who looks really good in his black tux
  • tells him not to marry her
  • “She doesn’t love you. But I do.”
  • GASP
  • Jumin is really overwhelmed??
  • kisses the actor right there and then
  • Sarah is screaming
  • Glam Choi faints
  • a million camera flashes
  • Zen grabs his hand and runs out of the church with him
  • Jumin probably expects his dad to disown him but that’s okay
  • (makes a mental note to pick up Elizabeth 3rd when that happens)
  • the next day newspapers, magazines, EVERYTHING has pictures of the wedding
  • Chairman Han is pissed at first but then discovers he was gonna get scammed
  • the entire RFA goes wild
  • 707 demands a wedding

So I saw this post by @ravencacaww​ about punk Jumin and the next second I was doodling this lolol
I’ve started with just Jumin but then I though that this style would totally suit Zen with his smoking and motorbike and everything so in the end I’ve drawn them both as punks~ Well why not? xD
If someone could think of a proper AU or maybe even write a fanfic featuring them like that I would feel blessed lolol
(Also, if anyone’s curious: Zen is holding a cigarette in his left hand, that’s why there’s this barely visible on this background smoke; also, he’s holding a microphone in his other hand ‘cause this suits him and well Jumin is also holding one just ‘cuz I had no idea how to fill his background so well maybe they had a quarrel again and they decided to solve it by karaoke since both their voices are ideal for singing? Who knows~ XD)

More of my Mystic Messenger drawings: HERE

Stood Up

Tagging: @solidscriptjess  @ftfanfics  @mushi0131

Rating: T+ for, like, two swear words because you can never be too careful. *shrugs*

Pairings: Nalu

Summary: Lucy was just about ready to celebrate her first anniversary when her date doesn’t even show. But what will happen when a certain someone decides to intervene and take matters into his own hands?

A/N: Heyyy!! This is my first fic!! I’m so excited to post this! I have to thanks @mushi0131​ for convincing me to write this one over the other AU’s that I will probably write in the future. I also have to thank my editor and one of my best friends @solidscriptjess​ for helping me not completely fall into a pit of nonsensical word vomit. Also, feel free to listen to while you read. I was imagining that this was the music that was playing in the background. Enjoy!

It was about an hour after she got to the restaurant that she realized he wasn’t coming. After all of that talk about making their anniversary something special, Loke hadn’t even the nerve to show up.

She’d already been through three glasses of water and was honestly considering ordering something a bit stronger just for the hell of it. She could go for a nice lemonade or something…her sweet tooth certainly wouldn’t mind. Her stomach refused to stop growling. She’d ordered three trays of calamari already but she couldn’t bring herself to order a meal. Yes, she was getting annoyed but there was still a part of her that told her that he was coming even though she knew full well that he was probably off somewhere flirting the night away.

“That little…,” she grumbled. “When I get my hands on his scrawny little neck, I’m going to-”

She was interrupted by the now all too familiar clacking of her waitress’s heels that headed her way…again.

“Are you ready to order yet, ma'am?” the silver haired waitress asked for about the fourth time. She clutched a serving tray under her armpit and lifted her notebook from her apron. She didn’t look particularly annoyed by the long wait. She was smiling for god sake, which was the farthest from anything Lucy was feeling at that moment.

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Dear fan fic writers

I just want to say thank you so much for putting so much time and effort on your work just to make us happy. You have no idea but your writing may lighten up someone’s day. Whenever I was feeling down, I found my sweet escape by reading my favorite fanfic and it just makes me feel like nothing else matters at the moment. I can just forgot about all the problems and actually feel happy. You have no idea how much your amazing stories mean to someone. And I just want to say thank you so much for putting a smile for my face even though we never met, we may just be stranger to each other but ya know what, it’s funny how your writing can make me feel 100x time better the way people around me could never. So thank you. You’re under appreciated

Zen x MC: Learn to Trust

This is a request from a cutie anon:
“ Hello, sweetie. Can’t you write a fanfic about Jumin/Zen have a big fight with MC?? I need more angst in my life omg ;;A;; because I live angst so so much and I love your fiction too omg they are so great that I wanna cry.. “

I chose Zen because I haven’t written anything for him yet~

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‘There she goes…again’. I mumbled in my mind when I saw MC picked up her phone again as if she was desperately waiting for someone’s call. She had been like this for a couple days now, which made me feel kind of worried. I loved her with all my heart and she had always been so supportive to me. However, that was also the reason why I was so scared. Scared of losing her. Scared of her falling out of love with me. I had never seen her on the phone as much before until a few days ago. I couldn’t help but let the seed of doubt inside me grow slowly. I couldn’t confront her… I didn’t know why but I just didn’t. The next day, and the next of next day, she still acted strangely. Always on the phone messaging someone, taking calls while I wasn’t presented, going out secretly. This couldn’t be it right? I mean…she would never cheat on me right?

That was…until one morning. I couldn’t take it anymore and my last straw broke. At first, we were only talking face to face, both were calm but at some point, MC’s stubbornness got the better of me and I raised my voice at her. I couldn’t even remember what was going on my mind. Words just kept spilling out of my mouth.

“If you’re not seeing someone behind my back, then why are you acting so strange and distant lately!? Huh? Because I was right!! And you know it!”
“Stop it Zen! I told you it was nothing like that! And I told you that you will understand everything tonight!”
“Are you gonna leave? Are you gonna introduce whoever it is to me?”
“Zen! You’re not even calm to listen to me. How am I gonna make you understand!!? More than that…how could you even doubt me?”

There was sadness in her eyes, but I was too blinded by anger to realize. Before I knew it, I was already at the peak of anger and I snapped.

“You don’t need to say anything more, MC.”

Then I took my jacket and went to work, leaving MC behind with tears on the verge of falling. The door shut close with a loud bang. That whole day, my mind was else where and I couldn’t focus on acting at all. I was scolded by the director so many times and there was scenes that had to be retaken not just once. I felt so mad and helpless. However, as time pass, night came and stars appeared in the sky, I suddenly remember the sky I saw with MC for the first time ever when she came to visit me after I got injured. Then, one by one, memories started flooding back. It made me feel love swelling up in my chest all over again, just like when I started falling for MC and wanted to protect her like a hero in shining armors. Though the anger was still lingering, I went back home to smooth things out with MC. The moment I turned on the light in the living room, the first thing I saw was the colorful decorations everywhere. Then I saw food and drinks on the table, there was also a cake in the middle with chocolate writing: “Happy Birthday my Zen the Knight <3″. Instantly, a smile found its way on my lips. However, there was something missing. I looked around and saw all the RFA members around with a super concerned look on their faces.

“H-hey guys. What’s happened?”
“U-um… We planned this surprise birthday party for you with MC and we came early as promise, but it’s been a couple hours and she was nowhere. We tried calling and message her…”

MC planned this party with everyone as a surprise…for me? Was it why she had been acting strange and secretly? No. No no no! I shouldn’t have doubted her and snapped at her this morning. My face turned pale and I felt numb for a long moment. She was telling me the truth this whole time but I just chose to doubt her instead of listening patiently. What had I done!? I ran out of the house just as fast as how I left this morning why calling MC. I called so many times that I lost count and I started losing hope. But I decided to call one last time anyway. I stopped at an alley to catch my breath and calm myself down. I didn’t expect MC to pick up because she was rejecting every single phonecall from me. But…my heart almost stopped when I heard a beep, and her voice followed after.

“Z-Zen? *sobs*”

She was crying…because of my stupid jealousy.

“M-MC! Where are you right now? E-Everyone told me and I understand what you meant now. So please tell me where you are. I’m so sorry for getting mad at you. And I’m sorry for doubting you, even just one second…But I don’t want to lose you! Never! So ple-”
“I’m at the cafe where you took me to on our first date.”
“A-alright! Wait for me there, my love.”

I was already running when she told me the location. Now, I just hoped I could make this up to her. She was obviously crying and probably calmer than she was this morning. This whole mess happened because of me so I had to fix this. The cafe came into sight as I took a turn, that was also when MC exited the cafe and stood in front to wait for me. God, I really do love her so much. Just seeing her from afar was enough to get me crazy.


I yelled her name and pulled her into my strong embrace. I apologized again and again. I kissed her hair and her forehead again and again, not minding the people who were around.

“Z-Zen. That’s enough.”
“Are you getting shy? So adorable! I’ll keep doing it until you forgive me, my baby lamb.”

This time, I gave her a sudden kiss on the lips. Oh no, the beast…

“Geez~ Zen! Alright, I forgive you. But you still have to make it up to me. I’m still mad that you doubted me!”

Ohmygod that pout and puppy face! So cute!!

“I know I know. I will definitely make it up to you, okay? Now, let’s go home. Everyone is worried and probably starving by now.”

I took her small cute hand in mine and entwined our fingers. I gave it a tight squeeze as if I was scared if I let it go, she’d disappear. Today, I learned a lesson the hard way of how to trust your loved one. I should be straightforward and tell her whatever was bothering me so we could work things out instead of bottling it up and letting it spilled at one point. It would destroy our relationship if either of us wasn’t be honest. If one person loved another person, they would accept everything about them, no matter it’s theirs flaws or weakness. And I knew, that my only love was MC. I made a promise to myself that this big mistake would be the last one because I was going to trust her and love her even more strongly from now on. I gave her a gentle smile when I turned to look at her and she smiled cutely back at me and it was all it took to (almost) unleash the beast inside me.


“I can’t help it! You’re too cute!”

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And there ya go~ I hope you enjoyed it. Though I think there wasn’t enough angst in this right?

Okay Miraculous fandom, don’t fail me now.

I need someone to write me a social media fanfic about LadyNoir becoming canon.

Just like.

Alya making a post on the ladyblog that’s really just her screaming and just like dying of happiness.

About a million tweets about people who saw the kiss.

Reputable news stations making it their breaking news story that their heroes finally kissed.

Tumblr fans going crazy and analyzing every detail and making theories and headcanons and super long-ass essay posts and already choosing out what they think their children will look like and what their wedding will be like.

Blurry youtube videos of the kiss from iphone cameras, and everyone screaming in the comments.

Please, someone write this.

A Dreadful Mission (Cassian Andor x Reader)

A/N: thanks to @buckys-fossil for inspiring me to write my own Cassian Andor fanfic!!!!!

Summary: You’re put on a mission with Cassian who you’re not very fond of.


“No. No way.” you crossed your arms.

“And why not?” Mon Mothma gracefully raised an eyebrow.

“Because I have a bad feeling about him.” you looked everywhere except into Mon Mothma’s eyes. A sigh escaped your lips, “Can’t you just get someone else to do it? A guy maybe?”

“The point is to seduce the gangster, not scare him off. If he has any information about the Empire, you’d be able to get it. Besides, you’re the only spy who has advanced combat skills and you happen to be a woman.” Mon Mothma simply stated, not looking to argue with you.

You frowned, “And if I don’t take this mission?”

Mon Mothma practically floated towards you, every movement she made seemed so graceful. Her blue-green eyes looked right through you. “I’m not asking you to take this mission. I’m commanding you.”

You scoffed, “Touché.”

Mon Mothma smiled sweetly, “Cassian and K-2 will be waiting for you in their ship. Good luck, Y/N.”

You waved a hand dismissively as you made your way out, “Keep your ‘good lucks’, I don’t need them.”

Mon Mothma chuckled.


You wearily searched for Cassian’s ship. All you wanted to do was complete the mission without uttering a word to him or his stupid droid.

‘What makes you so annoyed by him anyway?’ A part of you asked. The other part of you answered, ‘How about the way he presents himself? Or the way he distances himself from everybody? The way he always has a cocky look on his face? ESPECIALLY WHEN MON MOTHMA PRAISES HIM. Not to mention his undeniably sexy accent, I mean-’

“Excuse me, trainees are not allowed on this ship.” A gigantic black robot stood in your way. K-2SO. You hadn’t even realized you had made it to Cassian’s ship.

“I’m Y/N L/N. Cassian and I have a mission together.” you explained simply, your dreams of a silent mission being shattered. You tried getting past K-2 but he wouldn’t budge.

“You’re the woman with advanced combat skills? I don’t believe it. You’re a fragile little thing.” K-2’s comment made you bite your tongue. ‘To reply with a snarky comment or to not.’ you wondered.

Before you could reply with the best clapback in the galaxy, Cassian Andor appeared from behind the droid. “K-2, leave the poor girl alone.”

You stepped up to both Cassian and K-2. “Excuse you! I’m a grown woman whose more than capable of handling the both of you.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow and his lips spread into a smirk, “If you’re going to handle me, at least invite me to dinner first.”

Realizing the innuendo in the word ‘handling’, you’re cheeks became a pink color. Before they could see your face get even redder, you shoved your way past them and into the ship.

You sat in the pilot seat, getting ready to take off. A loud ‘ahem’ came from Cassian who stood next to you, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You rolled your eyes, “Getting ready to take off, what does it look like I’m doing?”

Cassian chucked, “That’s cute. My ship makes me Captain, which means I’m piloting. Now, please get out of my seat.”

You looked long and hard to see if he was joking. His stern look remained. Obviously not. You stood up and moved to the passenger seat.

“That’s K-2’s seat.” Cassian mentioned.

This was going to be a dreadful mission.


“So the plan is to-” Cassian started as he got out of his seat, but you intervened.

“Might I remind you, Mon Mothma went over the plan with me.” you got up and grabbed the weapons from your bag.

“You don’t need weapons. You have to lure him outside and I’m supposed to kill him.” Cassian walked behind you, suppressing a chuckle. “Now put them back.”

“Uh, you’re not telling me what to do.” you looked him up and down, “I need weapons if you or your droid decide to try something funny.”

“Fine. Have it your way.” He smiled sarcastically.

“And you’re supposed to lure him in that horrendous outfit?” K-2 said, referring to your burgundy long sleeve and black cargo pants. Boy, these two knew how to push your buttons.

“Of course not,” you rolled your eyes as you took out a raspberry colored toga out from your bag. “I’m just saying that males don’t care what I wear as long as I’ve got tits and an ass.”

Cassian was obviously uncomfortable by your blunt statement. He shifted awkwardly as if to avoid the subject considering that he was male, but you weren’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

“Ohhhh, Cassian knows what I’m talking about.” you raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Now, kindly exit the ship so I can change.” you extended a toned arm, signaling the two to exit. With no hesitation they walked out.

As soon as the Captain and the droid were out, you pulled your black cargo pants down and pulled your shirt off. Delicate hands ran through your soft, H/C locks and put them into a loose bun. The raspberry colored toga was easy to slip into and incredibly loose. It was a good thing you brought another piece of fabric to tie around your waist. Thankfully your toga was long enough so you didn’t even bother changing shoes.

“Cassian.” you called out, a brilliant plan forming in your head.

“Yes?” He poked his head in the ship.

“Would you mind?” you turned to look back at him as you held the ends of the fabric on your waist.

He hesitantly walked towards you and grabbed the ends of the fabric to tie. Suddenly your faced reddened when you felt his hot breath tickle your neck. Surely the bastard was doing this on purpose!

You turned around only to meet a pair of brown eyes. “Thank you,” you muttered and walked right past him.


“Stay close,” Cassian glanced at you as K-2, Cassian, and you moved through the crowded streets in Tatoonie.

“I’m Cassian Andor and I can boss others around because I have a sexy accent.” you mocked Cassian silently but not silently enough.

“Oh, that’s hilarious.” K-2 sarcastically commented.

Cassian looked at you with a smirk, “You think my accent is sexy? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re warming up to me.”

A light blush adorned your cheeks. “Stay close,” You mocked Cassian and walked ahead of them.

“I like her,” K-2 stated simply, “Her personality is much like my own.”

“No, K-2,” Cassian laughed, “Her’s is much worse.”


You nodded at Cassian as the two of you split ways entering Mos Eisley Cantina. The mission was simple, simple enough for one person to complete. It didn’t bother you as much anymore that Cassian and K-2 were on this mission. To be truly honest, being around Cassian was actually exciting. Perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself.

As soon as you spotted your target at the bar, you confidently made your way to sit next to him. “I’ll have what he’s having.” you told the waiter in Huttese and smiled at your target. He-or rather it- was some sort of alien creature with a regular body and the head of some sort of insect simply having a drink.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing here?” The vile looking creature scooted closer towards you. You realized Cassian was sitting on the opposite side of your target watching you with a clenched jaw. You’d be lying if that didn’t make your heart flutter.

“I’m just looking for a strong man to take me home.” you looked right at Cassian when these words escaped your mouth. If only you knew that those words made his heart heavy and his pants a little tight.

“Well I’d say today’s your lucky day.” The creature responded, eager to see where this would lead.

You downed the shot the waiter had left on the counter moments before. Cassian’s eyes widened at this. You got up from your chair and neared yourself to the creature. “Meet me in five in the alley behind this Cantina,” you whispered in a low voice and you hurriedly walked out. Cassian had been just behind you.

“Impressive,” Cassian spoke up as the two of you waited in the alley behind the Cantina.

“Shut up and go hide somewhere.” You ordered, too busy to comment back. Cassian did as told and hid behind the dumpster. To up the seduction factor, you removed your toga and now you stood in the alley in a semi-transparent slip.

The creature walked into the alley and grabbed you by the waist. “I simply can’t wait to pleasure you, pretty lady.”

“Neither can I.” you responded in a low tone as you backed the creature into the wall. “Now tell me, is it true the Empire is building a weapon of mass destruction?”


You grabbed the creatures neck tight enough to where he could respond, “I will not ask again.”

“You’ll be dead before you can spread the news about this!” The creature suddenly grew two pairs of arms and pushed you off. He tried running away but thankfully Cassian jumped out from behind the dumpster and blasted him dead before he could get away.

Cassian grabbed your toga and hastily helped you up. “We must move quickly!”

“Where’s K-2?” You groaned holding your side. You were positive you didn’t break anything but your ribs hurt like hell.

“Not important!”


“K-2!” Cassian barged into the ship with you behind him, “I need you to take off! Y/N got injured.”

“Injured? Oh goody, I thought Mon Mothma said she had advanced combat skills.” K-2 began to power up the ship.

“Injured or not I can still kick your ass!” Cassian sat you down and went looking for the first aid kit. When he came back, he realized he was faced with a dilema. How was he going to bandage you without seeing you naked?

“Um….” Cassian pondered for a moment on how to go about this situation.

You sighed overdramatically and turned your front away from him. Then you lifted up your slip just below your breasts. Cassian wrapped the bandaging around your abdomen and every now and then his fingertips would brush over your stomach. As much as you hated to admit it, you enjoyed it.

When Cassian was down you turned to him, “I know I’ve been rude to you since the beginning of this mission and I’d like to apologize.”

“It’s fine. Women express their attraction to me in different ways, I get it.” He laughed when you rolled your eyes.

“And here I thought I could tolerate you a little more,” you joked. “Anyway, thank you for bandaging me,” you smiled slightly and kissed his cheek as a sign of gratitude.

“You’re welcome.” Cassian smiled back and returned to his seat next to K-2. K-2 obviously noticed how wide Cassian was smiling and boy did that irk him.

“I was joking when I said I liked her, Captain.” K-2 whispered.

“Shut up, K-2.”

being a hardcore eva x chris shipper, i’ve always wondered how i went down before they started making out at all these parties

like who went to who first? do they flirt with each other and then make out or do they just grab the other as soon as they see them, and crash their lips into theirs?

seriously can someone write a fanfic about this because i’m curious af

This Isn’t You

Request:  Can you write about Shawn getting angry/ upset in public (a party or something) bc of someone said something rude to his gf?? And she tries to make him leave but ends up in a fight with the other person???

Word Count: 2,354

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“You want another beer?” Brian asked me, well, yelled at me. The music was very loud and people were laughing and talking vociferously.

“Yeah, sure” I smiled. I turned around and patted Shawn on the shoulder. He looked at me.

“What about you?” I asked him. 

“What?” he mumbled back.

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An Exquisite Body of Work, a Bawson AU, rated M

My contribution to Sinning Sunday. 

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Ginny is comfortable in her body. 

(As comfortable as someone who really didn’t get much guidance or practical knowledge of said body until much later than her peers, but still.)

She’s comfortable. But, even though she has few qualms about the way she looks, and doesn’t mind being naked with Mike (how could she mind that, it’s often the highlight of her day), she’ll never be Mike Lawson level comfortable with nudity. 

Mike’s an enigma, one Ginny finds frustrating and fun and obnoxious and kind. Mike’s surly and set in his ways, but sometimes he’ll do something so romantic and sweet that Ginny will have to rearrange all her previous thoughts about him. 

But one thing she’s come to notice and appreciate about Mike is that he’s so comfortable in his skin and takes every opportunity to be naked. 

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Someone may be watching... (Chanyeol)

Requested by @chanyeolluscious61

Hi hon I’d love you to do my ultimate fantasy with yeol, voyeurism sex in a club, where he’s so turned on by the music and me he can’t control himself. Sexy as f***. Thank you gorgeous.

Word count: 2655
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Don’t do this, it’s illegal. And if you’re a minor, don’t even read this.

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*Friendship Rings*

So I saw a comic today on my dash, and a request from another person in the community asking just about anybody to write a fanfic about it.

So I thought, why not step up to the plate for once? Even trash like myself can write a drabble on stuff like this >;3c Mind you I’m not that great of a writer, so I’m terribly sorry if it doesn’t come out as any of you imagined ;v;)

Original idea here

Original comic here

@reapthis76​ Hopefully this is good enough for you!! <33

Edit: I felt super guilty for using the joke without crediting the person who made it in the tags, so thank you so much to @infinite-atmosphere for your inspiring tags!! The post where they made them is here >;3c

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Of Love and War

Ares demigod!Keith and Aphrodite demigod!Lance

{Saw this idea on @thesearchingastronaut page, was so down for the idea, had to write it. I know someone else has already written this, which makes me sad, but! I know mine is not the same so…..yeah. Enjoy!}

If you had to name one thing about the Aphrodite cabin, it would probably be that all the campers were ridiculously pretty and refused to get their hands dirty. This was true in most cases, with the exception of one Lance McClain. Lance loved fighting, loved to get into the thick of it, well, more like at a safe distance with his bow. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the stereotypical Aphrodite things like skin care, fashion, love, and all that good stuff, because he did, gods he really did, he just also happened to enjoy fighting too. Lance may have been bred for beauty, but he was born to hold a bow. That was how Lance found himself side by side with the Apollo campers in one of the worst monster attacks in years.

The monsters came out of nowhere, there was no warning. One minute the day was going like normal and the next…the next the camp’s borders were breached and monsters poured into camp. There were casualties everywhere; a satyr here, a nymph there, and dead demigods everywhere. It was horrible, all the blood and chaos, but demigods are nothing if not resilient. The Ares cabin was the first to join the fray, soon followed by the Apollo and Hecate cabins. All the cabins answered the battle horns, even the Aphrodite campers, though they tended to help the Apollo cabin move the wounded off the field of battle. Not Lance though. He was right there, next to the other archers, firing arrow after arrow at the monsters ripping apart his friends and his home.

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