Hi! I’m Lucky. I’m a writer, a potter, an architect, and a madman. I belong to many fandoms, but mainly Percy Jackson, The Marauders, and D20. Use any and all pronouns for this blog, it does not have a gender.
Hi! I’m Lucky! Use any and all pronouns for this blog, it doesn't have a gender at all.
I’m a panromantic, asexual writer, potter, and architect. I've been doing pottery since I was 7, and I set my life to become an architect around the same time. I read my absolute favorite series EVER (Percy Jackson and the Olympians), which has radically shaped my life, when.... I was also 7. Guess that was a big year for me.
I'm a huge fandom enthusiast who gets way too into the things that I enjoy. I'm in many o' fandom, but you'll mainly find me interacting in the Percy Jackson + Riordenverse, The Marauders (occasionally the normal Harry Potter), Dimension 20, The Shadowhunters Chronicles, The Hunger Games, the MCYT (HermitCraft, Life Series, Empires, etc.), Supernatural, and Stranger Things fandoms.
I'm currently writing a Marauders era fic! You can go to this post (which is extremely long fair warning) to learn more about it, but it follows the characters' journey through Hogwarts and the first Wizarding War (so 1971-1981). I don't know yet if it's cannon compliment, but right now it can be read as one.
I am also in the process of posting a Stranger Things fanfic that is really a character study of Mike and Max and their friendship. You can find it here, and hopefully I'll have an info post soon. It should have weekly updates with 6 out of 8 chapters completed.
I do not support any type of oppression. I'm a very moral person, and I don't like it when people are getting hurt. I don't care if it's a government who's doing it, or a group of otherwise good people. If they're hurting people, I don't support it and will go to lengths to go against it, fuck whatever rules are set in place. I'll happily throw hands and get in trouble for it, I don't care.
More about me under the cut!
My favorite artists as of the current moment are Barns Courtney, Skid Row, Hozier, and Queen. I have a very wide range of music that I listen to, but whenever one of their songs comes on, I just get really happy. (Adding to the list: The Crane Wives, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Lincoln, Linkin Park, Maneskin, Dead Poet Society, Paramore, and Don McLean)
I am a proud user of the block button on here. If I don't like/whatever a blog is doing doesn't sit with me right, I'll block it. Curating content is a very important thing, and my mental health is bad enough without a dash full of things that make it worse. Same thing goes with the content I make: if you have something to say about it and aren't being respectful about it, your comments will be removed and your blog will be blocked. I don't take shit.
I figured out I was asexual when I was very young. When I was in fifth grade my friend told me how sex worked and I fully didn't understand wtf was going on with that. Being sexualized and talking about sex in an explicit way makes me extremely uncomfortable, it always has. I don't like a lot of things in a lot of fandoms because it is hyper-sexualized and just makes me want to curl up and die (Yes I'm looking at you Jegulus, but I'm planning on writing it different because I do enjoy the ship). If you sexualize any part of this blog or me, we're going to have a serious issue.
I love writing, but I'm still in school, so I don't have the time very often to do so. I try and do the best with what little time I do have, though. If you want any writing advice of any sort, feel free to ask. I love helping people, and if I can do that with something I love, it's even better.
I play video games! My favorites are Minecraft, LoZ Breath of the Wild, and Brawlhalla. You won't typically see this type of content on my blog, I just kinda wanted to throw it out there.
I'm open to asks! I love talking about the things I enjoy, just please don't make them sexual!
My name is because I find like a seriously ridiculous amount of four leaf clovers. I'm not kidding, sometimes I'll be walking down the street and just look down and find one randomly. I think some Irish god blessed me or something, I'm not quite sure.
Remember to drink water and get enough sleep (Promise you, this is advice for me, too. We're in this unhealthy spiral together.)
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Fabian being one of the less famous bad kids is so so important to me. Fig and Gorgug are famous rockstars and Fig is the archdevil of rebellion. Adaine is the oracle of all peoples. Kristen is the saint of mystery and doubt. Even Riz is a famous PI and has legend lore for killing multiple BBEGs. Fabian is the oracool of dance, maximum legend, but of all his friends he's not the best known. The fact that he doesn't seem upset about this in junior year, that he takes being Maximum Legend as his major goal, is such good character growth.
His father was William Seacaster, who told Fabian to write his name on the face of the world. For someone who took that to such heart in Freshman year, he's remarkably okay with simply being there for his friends. For being famous as a group, not as a leader or a solo act. Fabian my boy ilysm ☹️
This took way too long so I don't particularly like the comic anymore but I think Grian would have needed a good huh after all that emotional stuff hehehehe
Now remember, a lady rides sidesaddle, NOT astride. Your mother would be in hysterics at the very idea that a daughter of hers would ride a werewolf astride! Why, next you’ll be showing ankle…
"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
there's something so deeply dystopian to me how tech companies don't understand that a forced convenience is not a convenience at all. i'm sure autocorrect is helpful for many, but a function that forcibly changes my actual written words and punctuation is taking away my language. photo filters can be nice but i need to choose using them myself or else i have lost the ability to take the picture i want. i don't want a machine to draw or write for me. taking away the option for me to do things manually feels like violence!!!! all this talk of endless opportunity, why are you RESTRICTING me
oh, me? no, i don't think ted wheeler would be physically abuseive. i think it would be quieter- subtle. i think an abusive ted wheeler would make comments, judging glances, quiet rejection. i think it would be doors removed from their hinges, bathroom timers, forcing wardrobe changes. keys would be hidden on days the high schoolers were running late, blankets missing on freezing nights, rooms rummaged through in the occupant's absense, faults presented publicly at dinner. i think he would compare every sibling, pitt them against each other, create competition for who could conform to his ideal the best; he would line them up every night before dinner, noting weight and clothes and posture. he'd sit mike down in front of homophobic propaganda starting at the age of five, he'd tell nancy to cover up or stop wearing makeup or to be ashamed, he'd scream at holly to quiet down and stay still and to be more like a pretty little girl. it'd be bad grades on the fridge with discarded successes, it'd be leaving five minutes into an event with a shaking head, it'd be flicking the newspaper until they shut up. he'd force silence unless spoken to, command apologies for the smallest slights, withhold basic neccesities when even a toe went out of line... but the line is a circle, surrounding each child until they couldn't pace, couldn't move, couldn't breathe, not without punishment. punishments of boarding schools for nancy and holly, military school for mike. punishments of "no more of those folks across the street," of "byers called for two minutes too long, so i cut the line," of "no one leaves until they've done their time." i think he'd wrangle them financially, too: nancy can never have a job, allowences are small with threat of being cut entirely, any loose change is kept in a lock box in his room. he'd miticulously walk them through bank statements, where each kid cost just a bit more than the maximum, show them college funds that were always at risk of being ripped away, attach only one name to cards and deeds and paperwork until it wasn't just the kids, but karen under his control. i think each begin to realize they have no autonomy, and they can't do anything about it. i think the kids are presented at hosted christmas parties, only to be locked in the garage when their time was done; i think dinners would be set with varying amounts of food depending on if ted deemed whoever "worthy" until each child is emaciated with too little for growing bodies- nancy and mike end up with worsening ED's; i think every little thing that anyone wanted would be denied in favor of something just similar enough to be accaptable at the time, but just different enough to be categorically not them. i think it's the type of changes that none of them realize until they're immense, each wash of gray stripping every person of who they are, killing them with subtle conformity, and they're too exsausted to begin to resist it. i think it would be screaming at karen- never at the kids, but about them- when the children could hear, instilling fear for that wrath. i think ted would eye each person over the dinner table while they ate with a look, a look that said "see me. see how i control you. you are nothing. rebellion is futile. you are exactly what i made you- scared." so no, i don't think it would be physical abuse, but an abusive ted wheeler would tear down his family from the inside out until the light goes dead in karen's eyes first, then nancy's, then mike's, then holly's, until ted wheeler has complete and utter control
i feel like im a weird age where i got just a blurry glimpse at the world Before. it used to be cold in the mornings and websites had fun games and the search results showed you what you searched for. covid wasn't a thing. can anybody fucking hear me. did i dream it all????
Not only should Dean Winchester have been allowed to continue wearing rings, bracelets and necklaces, but they should have given him iron rings, on account of the fact that that means he could punch ghosts
