#uh oops?

She's going to find Siffrin.

“for gay Percy fics Oliver is a bit overplayed”  or something like that i don’t remember the exact wording

but that had me thinking 

like this was a fic taking place when Percy is like 15 or so 

which means that boy that is some limited options if you want to be real

not counting OC’s obv but you know I don't care for oc’s much 

but like you can’t quite pair him with the older people yet because he is very much too young for them 

but anyone in the main age group is also off the table for the opposite reason aka they be babies 

so your options are like 

Oliver Wood (obv), Marcus Flint (obv in my heart), Cedric Diggory, Roger Davies, Stan Shunpike? 

kinda? 

he’s mentioned as looking to be 18/19 by Harry in POA and then again mentioned as 21 in HBP by an article in the paper which would put him at the right age since Percy would of been 17/18 in POA and 20/21 in HBP

and since i only just now realized that Cedric and the twins are actually in the same year and this whole time I've just been under the impression Cedric was only a year under Percy like an idiot I'll also add in 

Adrian Pucey, Lee Jordan, Cassius Warrington

and then if you really want to be spicy you could make an argument for Viktor Krum if you could create the right situation for it 

that’s 9 options total but ofc that’s not going into if you actually think they would work and stuff 

i don’t remember if i had an actual point with this but hey if you were trying to think of a canon character to ship a younger Percy with uh there you go 

omg salt hiiii again; this time it’s Jaskier & Yennefer and some ridiculousness along the Path

(send me a character/pairing and a prompt and i’ll write you a ficlet!)

"Jaskier!" 

Too preoccupied with combing through a handful of berries, picking and throwing out little leaves and sticks, Jaskier pays no mind to Yennefer’s frustrated bark. She only manages to get a reaction out of him when she fully stops, but even then he doesn’t bother to look up at her, only hums in vague acknowledgement as he nearly walks into her back. His eyes are set firmly on his prize, a berry of a particularly bright shade of red that he’s about to pop into his mouth... that is, until suddenly it’s being snatched out of his grasp.

"Hey! I was going to eat that!"

"Would you stop putting every plant we come across in your mouth?"

"What? I'm hungry," he whines, making grabby hands at the berry she took from him. Instead of giving it back, though, Yennefer makes a move for the rest of them, the ones that still lay in the palm of his hand. In an attempt to protect the fruit of his labor, he pulls his arm back and instinctively squeezes his fingers shut. It takes only a second to realize his mistake and he grimaces as he looks down, his hand now sticky and covered in berry juice.

Yennefer, entirely unaffected by his misery, raises an eyebrow and turns around, intent on continuing their journey. He sighs, rushing forward to keep up with her.

“We’ve been walking for hours,” Jaskier complains. “And we haven’t found anything. If you still refuse to go back, fine, but I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast so excuse me for trying to feed myself before I starve.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, bard,” she huffs. “You don’t even know what you’re eating.”

“Yes I do! Berries and... such. Perfectly eatable, those. Perhaps even tasty, but I can’t tell you for sure if you won’t let me try them.”

“Jaskier.” She shoots a glare his way. “I don’t know how you’ve managed to survive all this time, but I am going to kill you if you die today.”

“Rude,” he mumbles with a pout. “I will have you know, I have incredible sense of self-preservation, my dear.”

He knows for a fact she doesn’t believe him, but it’s still just a matter of time before she has to deem it safe enough to take her eyes off him, if she wants them to keep on going. And so as soon as Yennefer’s back is once again turned to him, he takes the opportunity to pluck some more fruit off a nearby branch. Quicker this time, lest the witch realizes what he’s doing, he pops the gathered berries carelessly into his mouth.

Satisfied with himself, he chews, eager at first, but then slower and slower as the taste of them spreads through his mouth. He frowns. “Hm. These taste kind of funny...”

“What did you just -”

“I think I’m about to -”

no one tagged me, I’m just a rebel.

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

This is everything in my Scrivener Draft of the WIPs file, including fanfic from several fandoms and some original short stories.

art ideas

huh

john wick, insurance adjustor*

monster bond spectre*

monster bond wedding*

seducing death*

WIP exchange fic (shamefaced guilt)

boner werewolf

portrait of a hung man*

tindr bucky

gangster werewolf abo

memefic

cat tony stuckony

Two Treasures True

Smooth Gear Action

Boundary Negotiations and Strange Treaties

Vitiate*

Leucocholy*

Encomia*

Callipygian*

Ailurophilia*

hey buddy*

artist’s model AU*

Epistolary Stuckony*

mermaid/wizard urban fantasy AU*

The House With the Haunted Heart

Dragon Dibs

Gifts of the Faerie Queen

unboxed in wonderland*

alex lectures*

then i realised i literally put her in bulmas clothes.

mind

Neat, I have this one! Though it's not one of my Dragon Prince works, it's the Final Fantasy XV AU I've been fiddling with. This clip is from one of Ravus' chapters, during a talk with his sister, Lunafreya.