#awkwardnarturtle

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hi i stumbled upon your ao3 account accidentally when trying to find another fic and let me tell you,, that’s the best accident ive ever had happen to me. i absolutely love your style of writing and the warm intimacy you write with. every single one of your fics have been unexpected but the good kind of unexpected, like coming home to freshly baked cake. and yeah you’ve kind of sort of gained a ride or die reader because ive most definitely fallen in love with your writing and your style ty

AHHHH thank you!! <3 <3 I’m sorry I haven’t been producing as much content lately, but I’ve been in a bit of writer’s block/fandom no-man’s-land for a couple of months now and I’m coming up on the end of the semester so hopefully I’ll be putting out SOMETHING soon, even if ‘something’ is a continuation of a two-year-old Dragon Age series.

Hopefully that’s something people will enjoy. Or at least not actively hate? We’ll see

Thank you so much for your message! It was so sweet!!!

[bloomingbanana]

for inktober maybe you could do a twelve year old harry (complete with extremely messy hair and too-big hand me downs)

thanks, that’s a great idea!

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“Captain, the deck is on fire,” Leo yelled, bursting into Percy’s quarters. Percy jumped, turning to glare at Leo, who’s clothes were torn and hair was singed.

“Then fix it.”

“It’s a fire, sir. Not a loose gear,” Leo responded, trying his best not to be too disrespectful. “And besides that, di Angelo is the one who caused the fire. Once it’s started, it can’t be put out.” Percy let out a slew of curses, some that he’d never even knew existed until they flew from his mouth.

“How’s the crew?” Leo shifted uncomfortably, wondering if they should really be having such casual conversation if the deck was literally on fire at this very moment.

“Annabeth, Piper, Jason, and Hedge are fighting best they can, and Hazel and Frank are trying to douse the fire. To no avail, of course.” At this, Percy finally stood, gesturing for Leo to walk quickly behind him.

“Reinforcements?”

“Hedge contacted Captain Underwood. He should be arriving soon.” Percy hummed in response, surveying the deck. Green fire was everywhere, and Hazel and Frank were busy pouring sea water on it, but the flames only burned brighter. Piper and Jason were fighting two skeletal pirates each, ripping off their limbs and throwing them far away, only to have the limbs fly back into place. Annabeth was fighting against a woman called Reyna, which looked like an even match. And Hedge was swatting at other skeletal pirates, taunting them and pushing his wooden club between their ribs. Skeletal pirates were hauling crates of Percy’s collected riches onto di Angelo’s ship, some being intercepted by either Hazel or Frank, but most were able to get through.

Above all this madness, Percy spotted di Angelo himself, standing on the lookout post and looking down, wiggling his fingers to control the skeletal pirates in amusement. He looked same as always, dark hair wild and curly, dark eyes glinting with the fire, and the scars on his biceps stretching any time he had to flex, which was quite often given his pulling at the marionette strings of his pirates. Upon seeing Percy, his face brightened, and he jumped down from the post, landing with a thud in front of him whilst still controlling his pirates with his wiggling fingers.

“Captain Jackson, what a wonderful surprise! Ah, it seems that one of your faithful subordinates hasn’t got a skeleton to deal with,” he said looking at Leo with a grin. “I can fix that.” With a flick of his wrist and a flash of black and green, a skeletal pirate appeared beside Leo and lunged at him. Leo responded immediately, pulling out his sword and blocking the thrust.

“Captain-“

“I’ll be fine. Stay safe.” Leo nodded and stepped away, leading the skeleton away from the two captains.

Captain di Angelo laughed, playing with the invisible strings in his hands. “How noble; how heroic! ‘Stay safe.’ Ha! I have no intention of hurting your crew, Jackson.” Percy drew his sword, raising it cautiously to di Angelo’s throat.

“Then why the pirates? Why the fire?” He laughed again, seemingly unafraid of the sword.

“All to get your attention, I’m afraid. It just so happens that I want your gold, but you are the main target.” His fingers were still moving wildly, the skeletal pirates attacking Percy’s crew perfectly, despite the fact that di Angelo had his back turned to the fights and his attention was directed at only Percy.

“Why?”

Across the deck, Reyna shouted, “because he’s taken a fancy to you, Captain Jackson!” Percy’s face felt a tad bit hotter than before, and he had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fire.

“The ‘why’ is none of your business, I’m afraid. Maybe next time. Until then-” Di Angelo blew a kiss at Percy, his fingers stopping their wild dance as every skeletal pirate disappeared in green smoke, and then he ran, jumping onto his ship which was steering itself beside Percy’s. Reyna was soon to follow, blowing her own kiss to Annabeth, who blew hers in turn. The ladies winked at each other, then Reyna was gone.

Captain di Angelo slapped a hand to his forehead. “Almost forgot,” he said, snapping his fingers. All at once, the green fire was enveloped in a black shadow swirl, disappearing within seconds. And then di Angelo’s ship was gone quite the same way.

Percy cursed under his breath. One day, he’d make that crazed necromancer pirate explain himself, and maybe Percy would figure out why his heart beat faster every time said crazed necromancer showed up. Until then, he’d have to explain once more why he’d called for Captain Underwood’s reinforcements when seemingly nothing was wrong.

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Hey this is based off that pirate au thing. I didn’t come up with au, but I don’t know who did so… but eh, I felt like doing some percico so here ya go. Bonus points to me for adding side reynabeth. Byeee~

[peachcitt]

“Captain, the deck is on fire," Leo yelled, bursting into Percy's quarters. Percy jumped, turning to glare at Leo, who's clothes were torn and hair was singed. “Then fix it." “It's a fire, sir. Not a loose gear," Leo responded, trying his best not to be too disrespectful. “And besides that, di Angelo is the one who caused the fire. Once it's started, it can't be put out." Percy let out a slew of curses, some that he'd never even knew existed until they flew from his mouth. “How's the crew?" Leo shifted uncomfortably, wondering if they should really be having such casual conversation if the deck was literally on fire at this very moment. “Annabeth, Piper, Jason, and Hedge are fighting best they can, and Hazel and Frank are trying to douse the fire. To no avail, of course." At this, Percy finally stood, gesturing for Leo to walk quickly behind him. “Reinforcements?" “Hedge contacted Captain Underwood. He should be arriving soon." Percy hummed in response, surveying the deck. Green fire was everywhere, and Hazel and Frank were busy pouring sea water on it, but the flames only burned brighter. Piper and Jason were fighting two skeletal pirates each, ripping off their limbs and throwing them far away, only to have the limbs fly back into place. Annabeth was fighting against a woman called Reyna, which looked like an even match. And Hedge was swatting at other skeletal pirates, taunting them and pushing his wooden club between their ribs. Skeletal pirates were hauling crates of Percy's collected riches onto di Angelo's ship, some being intercepted by either Hazel or Frank, but most were able to get through. Above all this madness, Percy spotted di Angelo himself, standing on the lookout post and looking down, wiggling his fingers to control the skeletal pirates in amusement. He looked same as always, dark hair wild and curly, dark eyes glinting with the fire, and the scars on his biceps stretching any time he had to flex, which was quite often given his pulling at the marionette strings of his pirates. Upon seeing Percy, his face brightened, and he jumped down from the post, landing with a thud in front of him whilst still controlling his pirates with his wiggling fingers. “Captain Jackson, what a wonderful surprise! Ah, it seems that one of your faithful subordinates hasn't got a skeleton to deal with," he said looking at Leo with a grin. “I can fix that." With a flick of his wrist and a flash of black and green, a skeletal pirate appeared beside Leo and lunged at him. Leo responded immediately, pulling out his sword and blocking the thrust. “Captain-" “I'll be fine. Stay safe." Leo nodded and stepped away, leading the skeleton away from the two captains. Captain di Angelo laughed, playing with the invisible strings in his hands. “How noble; how heroic! 'Stay safe.' Ha! I have no intention of hurting your crew, Jackson." Percy drew his sword, raising it cautiously to di Angelo's throat. “Then why the pirates? Why the fire?" He laughed again, seemingly unafraid of the sword. “All to get your attention, I'm afraid. It just so happens that I want your gold, but you are the main target." His fingers were still moving wildly, the skeletal pirates attacking Percy's crew perfectly, despite the fact that di Angelo had his back turned to the fights and his attention was directed at only Percy. “Why?" Across the deck, Reyna shouted, “because he's taken a fancy to you, Captain Jackson!" Percy's face felt a tad bit hotter than before, and he had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fire. “The 'why' is none of your business, I'm afraid. Maybe next time. Until then-" Di Angelo blew a kiss at Percy, his fingers stopping their wild dance as every skeletal pirate disappeared in green smoke, and then he ran, jumping onto his ship which was steering itself beside Percy's. Reyna was soon to follow, blowing her own kiss to Annabeth, who blew hers in turn. The ladies winked at each other, then Reyna was gone. Captain di Angelo slapped a hand to his forehead. “Almost forgot," he said, snapping his fingers. All at once, the green fire was enveloped in a black shadow swirl, disappearing within seconds. And then di Angelo's ship was gone quite the same way. Percy cursed under his breath. One day, he'd make that crazed necromancer pirate explain himself, and maybe Percy would figure out why his heart beat faster every time said crazed necromancer showed up. Until then, he'd have to explain once more why he'd called for Captain Underwood's reinforcements when seemingly nothing was wrong. ~ Hey this is based off that pirate au thing. I didn't come up with au, but I don't know who did so... but eh, I felt like doing some percico so here ya go. Bonus points to me for adding side reynabeth. Byeee~

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“Arilda!” My shoulders tensed and I walked faster, pulling my manga closer to my face in an attempt to hide my face. Now was not the time for that idiot to come prancing into my school life. He may be my brother’s friend, but that didn’t mean I had to be nice to him.

After all, I was still kind of embarrassed by how we first met. I was only wearing a sports bra and a pair of gym shorts. When did I become the protag in a shojo manga?

“Arilda,” Adam whined, jogging up next to me. I ignored him, pretending to read Teppen, but the truth was, I’d already finished it. I’d only pulled this out of my bag to see if Adam would leave me alone if I’d looked busy. He hadn’t. “Arilda.” He pronounced every syllable separately, kind of like the way Makoto Tachibana had done with Haru. Oh, God, Ettie, pay attention to the loser before he does something that reminds you of Free! again.

“I’ve told you exactly three times now. I go by Ettie. Not Arilda. Get it?”

Adam grinned, looking so proud that he’d finally caught my attention. “Got it,” he said, accompanied by a saluting gesture that I probably would’ve snorted at if it wasn’t Adam. With Adam, I couldn’t show that I took the least bit of interest in him or else he’d get that weird really happy look on his face. He’d basically turned me into a tsundere. Almost as bad as Misaki Ayzawa, but Usui wasn’t all puppy dog like with her. Only when he wanted to piss her off.

“What do you want?” I demanded, pulling myself out of my Maid-sama thoughts and stuffing Teppen into my bag.

“You’re so cruel, Arilda,” he said, his face going into a pout. I kind of liked that expression on him. Oh, God, Ettie, now you’re a sadist. Like Tenjoh-senpai.

I glared at Adam, half for the use of my first name, and half for reminding me of Bojou no Kiss. Now was not the time for that. “Whatever. Now tell me what you want. I’m already late for my front office thing, so-“

“Oh, I just wanted to walk you there.” I blinked, suddenly realizing that everything was blurry and I didn’t have my glasses on. Good job, Ettie. And then my thoughts went back on track.

“You’ll be late.” I vaguely felt my head tilt approximately 48° to the right, and I was suddenly very aware that I was turning into a shojo manga protag. I hid the tilt by flicking my eyes down to my bag and searching through it to find my glasses case. Slipping on my glasses, Adam’s annoyingly hot features got annoyingly hotter.

He shrugged his shoulders, and his shaggy dirty blond hair ruffled in a wind I wasn’t aware was there. What the hell was with this shojo atmosphere? “I’m already late, so it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Whatever. Just stop walking so close to me.” He laughed, and I turned my head away so I wouldn’t see the shojo bubbles. This isn’t a manga, or some shitty romance story written by an under-experienced writer. Who the hell would make an otaku the main character, anyway?

“You know, sometimes it feels like you kinda ignore me. Do you actually do that, or am I just paranoid?” Yes, I actually do that, and no, you aren’t being paranoid. But the way he said it made me think he tries to get noticed by me…

“Weird question, but when’s you’re birthday?” A sudden thought had occurred to me and I was hoping I was wrong.

“It’s in November,” he answered, not even asking about my change of topic or anything. November. Shit. I was right.

Considering my birthday was in February and we were in the same grade, Adam was essentially my senpai. He was trying to get noticed by me. Suddenly this was Ouran High School Host Club.

“Arilda, what’s wrong? You look kind of mad.” He had somehow started waking closer to me.

“Stop calling me Arilda, and, Jesus Christ, stop trying to get my attention. I am not the protag.” I looked up at him to show him how serious I was, which was in fact very serious. An otaku is not meant to be the protag, especially not in the ‘senpai gets noticed’ categories. That was just wrong.

Adam, however, was not experienced in the world of shojo manga and anime, so he just laughed. “Arilda, you’re so weird. This is why I like you,” he said with a smile. He gave me a quick hug, which seemed to me like it lasted forever, what with the heat of his arms around my waist and his hands on my back lingering for more than what was needed, and then he was gone.

Oh, get over yourself, Ettie. He didn’t mean ‘like’ as in ‘love.’ That would be ridiculous. Nevertheless, my cheeks were burning, and I was silently cussing out any shojo-addicted being that may be controlling my fate. An otaku was not supposed to be the protag, but for this twisted story, it looked like that was just what would happen.

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Lol this story has been causing a shit storm in my mind for months and this is my first time putting it into an actual story format. I know it’s not a fanfic, but this is my writing blog and this is my writing so… Yeah. I’ll take suggestions for the rest of time and if you want more of my OCs just ask. Byee~

[peachcitt]

casual reminder that i have created another blog for writing shit and stuff that is called pessimistic-writer and i have officially posted a willico fic

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hey people this is my writing blog if you want to send me a prompt relating to pjo, free!, blue exorcist,fairytail, karneval, and anything else i might want to add go ahead and do it i will probs also post little things that are revolving around my own OCs

[peachcitt]

For at least one time in my life, I want to be able to see myself from someone else's eyes. Because, in ny eyes, I look like the same average, kind of dark and depressing person. But imagine what it would be like to look at yourself in the eyes of someone who cares about you. Imagine how beautiful you must be to them.