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masterlist post.
MASTERLIST POST
welcome to my writing blog ! i am josie and i am currently writing quite a few fics. they are mainly reader insert fics written in the first person. i like inserting myself in the storyline of a fandom and make it fit canon as much as possible so if you are interested in any of fics like that, please check out my masterlist by clicking the link above !
the inner fangirl
i haven't been on tumblr in ages and as i grow older i am faced with the eternal struggle of forever being a tumblr girlie but also being a grown-up who has to do grown-up things. projects i started up when i was younger are half-finished and i have the urge to finish them but i can't find the time, unfortunately. sites i used to enjoy like quotev have been shut down, ending my roleplaying era.
i am cleaning up my tumblr and my pinterest and trying to regain inspiration for my writing and my self-indulgent fangirl fantasies.
In honor of keeping my fan girl era alive, even if it is just a little bit, i will be creating some posts to commemorate the inner fan girl while i renovate my blog @soenchantingly to make them fit my current aesthetic and hopefully find the time to continue some of my fanfic series. . .
Into The Unknown.
Part four: Making a choice.
A PERCY JACKSON STORY.
The light began to fade, but slowly—enough that we could finally see. The endless dark around us peeled back, revealing twisting roots, stone etched with strange markings, and only one way forward.
A single door.
The path behind us? Completely sealed off—tangled with thick, thorny vines that pulsed faintly, like they were alive. Of course they were.
“Great,” I muttered, eyeing the vines with deep suspicion. “Looks like we’re committed now.”
“No pressure.” Clarisse mumbled under her breath as she hauled Chris forward.
I swallowed and stared at the door.
Yeah. No pressure at all.
━━━━
Alternatively: you make a choice that determines whether or not you get out of the Labyrinth.
Author's note.
hi everyone. i took the weekend to rewrite all installments of heliophilia. i got inspired to write again, which is a good sign. i rewatched the first season of percy jackson the series and now i want season two to come out so badly. i hope it also means that my inspiration will come back to write the next installment of into the unknown.
i am going to continue my rewrites. all my stories will be posted exclusively on archive of our own. i will be using tumblr for aesthetics and to talk about the series. the next story i am going to rewrite is probably going to be toujour pur and then heathens.
Into The Unknown.
Part three: fighting the beast with no bones.
A PERCY JACKSON STORY.
It was hunting.
And Clarisse and Chris were on the menu.
So, I did something incredibly stupid.
But I knew Percy would approve.
“Hey, ugly! Over here!” I shouted, waving both arms like a lunatic. The moment the serpent’s massive head snapped in my direction, I instantly regretted everything.
What in Hades’ name was I thinking? How was I supposed to take down a hundred-foot-long, horned, talking snake?
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Alternatively: you fight against a giant snake.
oscillation.
A BELLAMY BLAKE X READER story.
A BELLAMY BLAKE STORY.
I attempted to lunge toward the rope again, freeing my arm only for someone to seize me by my waist. Instinctively, I spun around and kneed him in the stomach. Before I could get far, Bellamy was there, grabbing my arm and pulling me close. His grip was firm, his eyes flashing with a silent warning: stay out of this. I met his glare with a defiant one of my own, struggling against his old. I opened my mouth to argue, but the sound was cut off by a small voice, shouting over the masses.
“Murphy didn’t kill Wells,” The crowd fell silent. I stopped struggling to look at the culprit. Charlotte’s voice trembled as she spoke, “I did.”
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Alternatively: You and Bellamy grow closer during a crisis situation.
parallex.
A BELLAMY BLAKE X READER story.
A BELLAMY BLAKE STORY.
Parallax (noun). the effect of perspective shift, seeing differently.
My eyes meet his and a wave of heat floods my chest, embarrassed that he had managed to catch me off guard. His eyes flicker, amusement replacing frustration, his eyes glinting with something that feels like a challenge. “Are you planning to stab me or is this just a new way of saying hello?” he asked, voice teasing as he was checking if I was still angry with him and planning on continuing my scolding, the playful tone something I appreciated. When I had said that I was done with the conversation, I meant it.
I lowered the knife, my cheeks hot. “Oh Bellamy, this is obviously my way of flirting with you,” I mused, hoping it would distract from the embarrassment that was creeping up my neck.
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Alternatively: Your day is turbulent, going from a heated conflict with Bellamy, to sharing an intimate moment with him, and making a choice that would forever bond you to him.
collision.
A BELLAMY BLAKE X READER story.
A BELLAMY BLAKE STORY.
He looked impatient, clearly not thrilled with my attitude. “Lose the wristband and you’ll get your food, sweetheart.”
“According to who?” I replied coolly. “I don’t see Chancellor Jaha here.”
Bellamy crossed his arms, staring down at me with narrowed eyes. “According to me.”
I snorted. Normally, I had more patience than this, but hunger had frayed my temper. “Oh, my apologies, Chancellor Blake. How could I forget? Problem is, I don’t really take order and honestly, I’m currently not open to suggestions either.”
Bellamy’s jaw tightened at the sarcasm, his patience thinning. “Cute.”
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Alternatively: You meet Bellamy again on the ground and your rebellious nature leaves a strong impression on him.
stellate.
A BELLAMY BLAKE X READER story.
A BELLAMY BLAKE STORY.
Stellate. (adj.) arranged in a radiating pattern like that of a star.
This is a collection of short stories following an overarching plot within the tv show the 100. It is an eventual Bellamy Blake/Reader that where I basically insert the reader into events as they take place in the 100.
All the credit goes to their respectful owners!
writer's note.
hi hi hi. so i finally got the back into grove again and i have decided to go through all of my existing fics and give them a rewrite. all new fics are going to be on AO3 only and tumblr will be used for aesthetics and promotions. i am not really sure yet if i'm going to take down my existing stories on tumblr so that all my stories are in one place. if it were up to me, i'd do it, but i feel kind of bad for the people that liked my stories here on tumblr? i don't know.
anyways. i am starting with my collection of the 100 stories, stellate and giving it a complete rewrite. i don't know which one is going to be next, heliophilia, heathens, or toujour pur.
i am working on a nikolai lantsov story and i have something in my head for a kaz brekker story but i'm not sure if i want to make it into an actual story with chapters like toujour pur and heathens, or i want to make them into a collection of stories with a coherent storyline like heliophilia and stellate. the latter is a lot easier since i don't have to worry about chapter transitions. it's something i am still thinking about.
anyways i published a new drabble, a forgotten affair. it's a klaus mikaelson story. check it out if you're interested!
stay tuned for the new stories, aesthetics, moodboards, and playlists :)
a forgotten affair.
A KLAUS MIKAELSON x READER drabble.
A KLAUS MIKAELSON STORY
My curiosity peaked and I found myself drawn to a painting in the corner. I stepped towards it carefully, biting my lips in anticipation as my fingers grasped the cloth, tugging it towards me, it dropping to the floor to reveal a portrait of a young woman, dressed in a white, knee-length and loose-fitting dress with a drop waist, delicate sequins, a scooped neckline and white fringe adorning the rim. The woman was wearing pears, her hair in an updo, styled in finger waves, with bright red lipstick and rouged cheeks. She was seated on the edge of an elegant booth, legs crossed holding a champagne coupe with red liquid in her gloved hands, a wicked smile framing her face and mischief set in her eyes. There were droplets of red spilled on her over the knee stockings and fangs on full display as she smiled.
It was unmistakable. The woman in the painting was me. ____
Alternatively: You are attending the Mikaelson Ball and you find a painting of yourself in one of the rooms of the Mikaelson house.
kaz brekker is so fucking hot that he singlehandedly inspired me to read the entire grishaverse again.
Thirty-seven Galleons, Fifteen Sickles, and Three Knuts
TOUJOUR PUR CHAPTER TWO
“You’re going to bed all your savings on a Quidditch game?” I questioned, skepticism apparent in my tone and my eyebrows raised to emphasize my lack of trust in their plan. “What if you lose? You’ll have nothing.”
“Have a little faith, Black,” George replied, his eyes sparkling. “Got to take a risk sometimes in order to get what you want.”
“Besides, George and I are supernaturally lucky.” Fred winked.
At that, I could not resist laughing. “Or supernaturally stupid –“ I teased, my smile growing at the fake offended looks she received from her two best friends, though I could notice that there was a little bit of seriousness in their eyes. “Okay, sorry. You’re right. It’s a risk but if I know you two, it’ll work.”
“That’s the spirit!” Fred and George sang.
chapter two out now on archive of our own.
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Y/n: [standing outside George's window with a "PROM?" sign]
Fred: [leaning out the window] Oh, my God, YES!
Y/n: NO! TELL GEORGE!
Fred: George, I'm going to prom with your girlfriend!
this is what i envision the dynamic is in toujour pur 🥰
you ever get a comment that makes you want to reread your fic ?? it’s like ‘dang u liked it that much?? lemme go look’
a very weasley welcome.
TOUJOUR PUR CHAPTER ONE
Noticing me for the first time since he entered the kitchen, Bill extended his hand to me and I shook it in greeting, “You must be George’s girlfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Bill,”
“Oh, I’m not – ” I started, my cheek burning.
George was quicker with his words, “She’s not my girlfriend. We are just friends,” he said, his ears hot, a pointed glare fixed towards his oldest brother.
Fred whined, “Why can’t she be my girlfriend?”
I rolled my eyes and George hit his brother in the arm.
chapter one out now on archive of our own.
credit for the pictures goes to lulu.
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toujour pur.
POTTERVERSE FIC - george weasley x daughter of sirius black!reader.
Toujour Pur (french) always pure.
"Always pure, that is the Black Family motto, right? These words will not refer to blood purity anymore. From now on, these words will refer to morality. I am starting a new chapter in the history of the House of Black."
Toujour Pur follows the daughter of Sirius Black as she navigates being a member of the House of Black, having a fugitive father, being an ambitious Hogwarts student who is a bit of a perfectionist, and being completely and utterly in love with her best friend George Weasley. . .
The story takes place from The Goblet of Fire onwards. The reader is in their fifth year at Hogwarts, one year above the Golden Trio and one year below the Weasley Twins.
All the credit goes to their respectful owners!
