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sweetronancer · 3 months

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INTRO!

slightly updated...

im percy! (i didnt like the last one so yay!)

- im a minor (any1 can interact tho! js dont b weird), i use really any pronouns, and i have autism! :3

tone tags would be appreciated but arent really necessary (theres a list below)

(more abt me under the cut! <3)

dni if : racist, transphobic, homophobic, zionist, terf, etc..

this blog supports palestine!

hyperfixations + fandoms : stranger things, spider-man, octonauts, gilmore girls, south park, the last of us 1 + 2, do revenge, percy jackson and the olympians, maya higa, brittany broski, heart stopper, once upon a time, fnaf, the owl house, fallout, stardew valley

ships : ronance, elmax, lumax, byler, percabeth, rory x logan, rory x paris, nharlie (is that what ppl r still calling it..), swanqueen

music : maya hawke, mitski, taylor swift, coma cinema, pacing, the pixies, olivia rodrigo, laufey, chet baker, the cranberries, fleet wood mac, the carpenters, the beatles, sam phillips, elliott smith, the smiths, boygenius, lucy dacus, phoebe bridgers, indigo de souza, hozier, will wood, renee rapp (js to name a few..)

i write a little too! this is my ao3 :3

im an age regressor but this blog isnt really for that.. @neighborhood-spider is my blog for that stuff, its also just a side blog thats way more put together than this one (but i dont really use it as much as i would like to)

i mainly write about ronance and nancy wheeler because those are like my biggest hyperfixations..

tone tags ;

/! = Excited

/a = Alterous

/ao = An order

/av = A vent

/ay = At you

/br = Bragging (also see: /fx)

/c = Copypasta

/calm = Calm or calmly

/cb = Clickbait

/cel = Celebratory

/ci = caring intent

/co or /cf = Comforting

/curi = Curious/curiously

/f = Fake

/fam = Familial

/fl = Flirting

/fx = Flex (also see: /br)

/g or /gen = Genuine

/gentle = Gentle/gently

/gq or /genq = Genuine question

/gs or /gens = Genuine suggestion

/hj = Half joking

/hyp = Hyperbole

/info = Information or informing

/irre = Irrelevant

/j = Joke or joking

/jk = Just kidding

/jw = Just wondering

/lh = Light hearted

/li = Literally

/l or /ly or /lyr = Lyrics

/lu = Little upset

/m = Metaphorically/metaphor

/nabr = Not a brag (also see: /nafx)

/nfl = Not flirting

/nafx = Not a flex (also see: /nabr)

/nao = Not an order

/naq = Not a question (also see: /st or /state)

/nav = Not a vent

/nay = Not at you

/nbh = Nobody here

/nbr = Not being rude

/neg or /nc = Negative connotation

/neu = Neutral connotation

/nf = Not forcing

/nfl = Not flirting

/nm = Not mad

/nmay = “Not mad at you’”

/npa = Not passive aggressive

/nsb = Not subtweeting

/nsrs = Not serious

/nsx or /nx = Nonsexual or not sexual intent

/ny = Not yelling

/ot = Off topic

/p = Platonic

/pa = Passive aggressive

/para = Paraphrase

/pf = Playful

/pos or /pc = Positive connotation

/q = Quote

/qp = Queerplatonic

/r = Romantic

/rh or /rt = Rhetorical question

/s or /sarc = Sarcastic/sarcastically

/sbh = Somebody here

/sbtw = Subtweeting

/srs = Serious

/st or /state = Statement (also see: /naq)

/sx or /x = Sexual intent

/t = Teasing

/tan = Tangent

/th = Threat

/tic = Tic, something typed out that due to being a tic

/ts = To self

/u = Upset

/unin = Unintentional

/unre = Unrelated

/vu = Very upset

/w = Warm/warmth

/sys = not directed or about anyone outside of the system

/wp = wrong proxy

/iw = innerworld

/hs = headspace

#percy pauses and yaps for a little #intro post #stranger things #gilmore girls #idk how else to tag this #anti stancy

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oliviagordonwrites · 5 years

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LUMPS 4.4: Destiny’s Tango

I dedicate this chapter to Parker Walter the Parakeet Gordon. Though the tense hurts, you were my hero every day. Every single day.

So what if Ellie secretly hated us. So what if she was just like everyone else. So what if I invited a snake into our League. So what. We would be just fine without her. Just the three of us. And the whole world against us. It doesn’t matter. We’ve been through worse, I suppose.

I scan the room, my skirts swishing around my ankles as I dive deeper into the party. The villains are smiling and chattering, but I don’t hear anything worth stopping for. An iridescent beetle is making out with a mustached Beatle, and if I knew their real names it might be useful to catalog their relationship. Assuming it was a relationship and not a drunken fling.

I fight despair. How useless is this? How am I supposed to gather intel like this?

A warm pressure on my back, right where my purple butterfly wings come together, causes me to turn. “May I have this dance?” a warm voice asks close to my ear just as the music dips from deafening techno to flirtatious tango. The voice is attached to a dark-winged moth, a mask covers the upper half of his face, but I can still see deep brown eyes. Eyes I could almost trust if I didn’t know any better. “What,” he says. “Don’t know the steps?”

I bristle. I can dance. “I’m suspicious of your intentions. Why are you asking me?”

He takes in my wings. “I merely noticed we’re kindred spirits. Plus, I thought I was the youngest one here. I’d be glad to talk with someone my own age.”

“This isn’t exactly an environment where I expect honesty.” But still, I take his hand, and he pulls me close. Close enough to speak without raising our voices, but with a cautious, respectful distance between our bodies.

“I’m Louka,” he says, gracefully guiding us across the floor. Strangers press in on every side, muttered conversations float past my ears.

“I’m not here to make friends,” I say. Our wings drag us down, so it almost feels like we’re dancing in slow motion - but the clock in my head ticks on as steadily as always. “But you can call me Tock.”

“It doesn’t quite suit you,” he says. The music swells and he swings me out and back towards him. I land squarely in his chest, a whisper of a name, a threat, echoing in my ears.

I readjust our arms so that I’m leading, hope blossoming in my heart again. I get the impression that his eyebrows are lifted under his mask. “I think it suits me just fine.”

And I spin us in the direction of that whisper - close enough to hear it. Beneath the curled proboscis of his mask, I catch a glimpse of Louka’s white-toothed grin.

Thanks, everyone who has helped so far: @ladydelahautematigny @semblanche @danafaithwriting @lone-rhapsodist @gleamingwords @elliewritesstories @storyunrelated and @zwergis-spilledink/ @zwergenmaedchen!! You’re the true heroes of this story.

Send me ideas for characters, setting, plots, themes, or whatever you want to see happen in LUMPS. Like it or not, you’re a part of this, fam.

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