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You might think I'm normal but I actually have an unhealthy obsession with the never ending saga of unnecessarily attractive queer demon-slayers who solve generational trauma with swords, sarcasm, tragic love triangles and making-out-in-the-middle-of-war. Or best seller YA series "The Shadowhunter Chronicles" by former fanfic writer Cassandra Clare as some might call it.

I lied. It's not just obsession. It's actually the sole reason I'm still alive.

My fav ships as Pinterest trope diagrams!!

I'm bored can you tell?

Fandoms are pjo, lotr and tsc, and I hope this all makes sense because apparently this is the most productive I'm going to get today <333

1)

^ Malconnor ^

Malcolm is being slowly corrupted day by day and Connor is have the time of his FUCKING LIFE 🎉 ✨

2)

^ Masonyew ^

I don't think I need to tell y'all who's who, but I think that this is rather incredibly accurate, just give my boy Michael a bit more temper 🔥

3)

^ Lestor ^

ngl, Lee and Castor could be either of the above, but I'm currently rooting for worried but exasperated Cas, and an overprotective Lee who doesn't know when to quit ❤️‍🔥

4)

^ Leeluke ^

now technically I don't ship leeluke, BUT I love the angst and this is really so them so I'm slapping it on here anyway

again, Lee and Luke could be wither of the above, but whichever one is the bigger simp (probably the first one) is definitely Luke 💘

5)

^ Kayssa ^

now, this one is a bit of a shot in the dark but stick with me here

Kayla has the looks of an angel. Bright smile, gorgeous ginger locks, a well-practiced innocent expression, this kid looks like the definition of a trustworthy child you could safely leave you car keys with. Realistically, she will take the car, crash it, leave an IOU note on the bonnet and run off to bully Austin.

Nyssa is a Hephaestus chick, so she's broad and strong and probably has a face like a brick wall half of the time, but actually is the sweetest child on earth unless your name is Leo Valdez. She would hang onto your keys and give you a coffee when you get back, along with a ten minute long explanation on the faults in your exhaust pipe and the name of the nearest car garage. 🔑

6)

^ Solangelo ^

I don't think I need to explain who's who. Just know that underneath that smile Will has so much locked-up anxiety it's giving him high blood pressure. 💫

7)

^ Faramer ^

Faramir is too adorably oblivious because he's had his head in a book for the last three hours and doesn't know what time it is, and Éomer is trying to shoot his shot while holding back a panic attack over such close proximity to the really cute guy he's been freakishly stalking for the past two weeks. Éowyn and Aragorn are laughing their asses off in the background and Boromir is about to walk around the corner. 🗡️

8)

^ Kitty ^

Again, I think it's pretty obvious. Ty has to focus on processing and showing his emotions, while Kit freaks the fuck out so badly he had to run to another continent because he's emotionally constipated. 🤠

The sillies hdgdg

What's going on when Lee,Beckendorf and Silena are in a meeting hdgdg

Rewatching the extended fellowship of the ring compelled me to make this shitpost video of Legolas and Aragorn being besties

random life question but does anyone know what tf I do with my lil brother (teenage) bc he's depressed bc none of his friends are free today and let's be honest they're all either boring as fuck or just play video games all the time (which he's not into so much) so I'm trying to think up things to do with him and coming up blank

the life of an older sister smh

Blood, the Blood of Grapes

Fandom: Percy Jackson Rating: Teen Characters: Pollux; Caz (Castor); OC daughter of Dionysus; Lee Fletcher; Will Solace

Summary: The maenads, the raving-ones, the noise-makers. They had always loved the Children of Dionysus. Sometimes his children loved them back. (The youngest member of Cabin 12 is called like a fey to the revels in the wood)

CW: minor threat of cannibalism; blood imagery

A/N: Agatha is 11 here. Caz and Pollux are Scottish

Theo had been at camp three months before she dared to ask about the music. 

It was faint at first, lone notes snatched on the winds gone the moment she stood still to listen. 

She went to bed with it in her ears, rose with it on her tongue. It papered her skin with gooseflesh.

Then came cymbals. In the rustle of leaves, the salt-brine waves, the knives and forks at dinner. 

At night she heard laughter. The other cabins perhaps. But when she pressed her nose against the cold glass of her window it was only dark. The stars above swilled wine-drunk and gold. 

It grew louder. Like feet under the hills, like the thud of swords against leather, like the thump-beat-thump of her own heart.  

She rose early, one morning, mouth metallic, jaw aching for the taste of strawberries and found the satyr cross-hoofed cradling Pan’s reeds to his lips. He winked, a wild eye, and she swallowed his tune down her gullet.  

After that it never left her; sweet and strange, it poured through camp thick like syrup. She found it on her plate curled round her cup, felt it in the soil and the worm-dark dirt, heard it in the amphitheatre in the argument of voices, saw it in the long twigged hands of the tree-people as they waved to her, the pipes the cymbals the drums. 

The question fell like baby teeth as she climbed into bed. 

Pollux grinned lopsidedly as he tucked Bunny into her blankets. ‘What music?’ 

‘The pipes. The drums.’ She shook her head, ‘They chant, why do they always chant?’ 

The twins exchanged a look, one of their silent conversations she cannot read. 

‘Faun-song,’ said Caz softly, ‘Da’s followers. Don’t worry’ 

They double checked the latches on the windows that night, tested the lock on the door.

She didn’t tell them that she wasn’t afraid. 

The chanting swelled louder, the pipes never stopped. It was not enough. The pipes were not enough, the drums were not enough. The cymbals of the sea and the bearded bleats of goats were not enough. She started humming it, needed to feel it inside her, in her mouth, in the glut of her stomach, greedy, greedy, she hummed. 

It was not enough. Her fingers hurt, her chest hurt, her ears hurt. Like it was a noise that could not be contained, condemned, to be still. She wanted to dance. Wanted to stomp her feet like the music halls of her childhood when she was young enough to twirl her skirts and spin. 

At the firepit she grew restless. The flames were high, Phoebus’ children bright, summer was coming and everyone crowed and still it was not enough. Sedate. Quiet. 

She wanted to dance. Wanted to move, wanted to tear her hair and shout MORE MORE MORE. 

May’s nights were long and warm. She dreamt of bull horns and absinthe and grinning green masks. She woke with the smell of fennel. 

It surprised her, in the end, how long it took her to go to the Forest. But Caz and Pollux had said it was out-of-bounds, told of monsters. She had promised never to go in. 

But that was before the music. 

Theo was supposed to be doing chores. A Saturday, no classes. Just polishing her leather breast-plate before Greek with Caz. She was not even supposed to be there but she’d tried for a half-remembered shortcut, misremembered, twice-remembered. She did not remember. Because here at the greenwood edge, the music came. 

Her head tilted, as if she might see into the leafgloom better. Her armour trailed on the ground. There was laughter, spilling like a drink, frothed and loud and merry. It reminded her of the after-show parties back home. Sequined girls still in their costumes, men handsome and moustached. 

It took her a while to see the woman. Greenskinned and tall, taller than Pollux even. Ivy trailed from her hair, her wrists, her dress was fawn skin. 

‘My child.’ Her voice is the best of honey. It stuck Theo’s tongue to her mouth. She swallowed, drily. 

‘The music...’

‘Ah.’ The lady smiled, a heady thing, ‘You like to dance?’ 

Theo nodded. 

She held out her hands, a coy tilt of the chin. ‘Come. Join us.’

‘I - I can’t.’  Theo had made a promise to the twins. The forest was dangerous. (But the music, how could it be with the music?) The pipes the cymbals the drums were loud.

She had taken a step before she realised it. 

‘Come,’ the lady lulled, ‘come ye child. Taste and see. We will not harm you.’ Her voice was the voice of many. The voice of pipes.

Theo took her hand. They ran. 

A whoop. A holler. A cheer. The woods raised up, loud and braying, the sound of a crowd. 

‘Evohé. Evohé’

It was a prayer, a hymn. The clap of hands, the stomp of feet. A hundred figures ran, a hundred figures writhed. Tree-men and women of holly and fir, satyrs with rolling eyes and naked legs, red berry creatures with horns and tails, leopard folk and boys with the heads of panthers that lapped the milk from the wet dew grass. 

The trees poured wine, the flowers dripped with honey. The air smelled of tanned hide and incense, sounded of cymbals and drums and flutes.

They kicked their heels, they keened their throats. And when they saw her, when a hundred eyes looked and saw, they cheered. 

A garland was summoned, ivy and vine leaves, wound in a crown, pressed to her head. her hands were taken, pulled into the crowd, she span, she twirled. She danced like she had not danced for years, back when her mother was alive, when the brass bands played what she asked, when life was smoke and powder and brandy.

‘Sister.’ They cried. ‘Priestess.’ 

Theo’s grin was wicked. ‘We dance.’ She said. She compelled. And they did.

The pipes the cymbals the drums the feet the cheer of a crowd that loved her. They laid flowers at her feet, tossed ivy to the ground, and when she threw back her head and howled they howled with her. 

She wanted more. Needed more.

‘Evohé,’ they cried, ‘daughter of Ours, where do we go?’ 

To the mountains, the mountains. Called the chorus. To the woods. 

Theo pointed, there was a staff in her hand, pinecone tipped and sharp. Onwards, deeper, deeper. They followed, the crowd of frenzy, the men and women who raved.

Their song was the rage of animals, the tears of sap, the blood of grapes.

Blessed are the dancers of the dance of god

A goblet was pushed to her lips, blazed gold and gleaming, and she drank deep and long. Rubbed a hand from her mouth, speared liquid across her cheeks. They cheered. Theo flushed, hot and thirsty and threw the cup to the ground. Where it struck, the earth bled wine.

‘Sister. Daughter of the god of joy.’ 

Daughter of the god of noise

She howled, they howled, the woods howled. They were hers now. Tree and stone and root. 

That was why she noticed the fault. The crack, the break, the wrong-quiet note in the good-loud noise.

A spy upon god’s possessed

‘Stranger! Spy! Watcher in the Woods!’

For doom for deed. Smite til the throat shall bleed

‘Feast’ Someone called. ‘Beast. Lion. Spy.’  

Their lips foamed, their eyes leapt like fire. Their hands tore at roots, at flesh.

‘Bring them. Find them. Rip them. Lionspy.’

Theo’s head spun, her stomach ached.

‘Eat it drink it suck the marrow dry. Yes. Yes. Feast until they die.’ A shout. A whoop. A holler.

A Scream.

Part two --

(Part of a larger story universe)

what if

will lou and cecil came to camp together.

anyways, they're so smol.

reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

waitt no pressure but

what if you drew the chaotic trio (will, lou ellen, and cecil)

i just think they would look so freaking awesome in your style

and what if i did

also i love the idea of lou ellen with bantu knots.

no, cecil and will did not dress themselves, lou was the genius behind their outfits. if left to their own devices, cecil would have gone to the mall dressed like the chosen (katana included) and will would look like a hibiscus bush threw up all over a suburban father.

I have a feeling that your Michael Yew would LOVE Nico. Not sure why, but i just think about it a bit too often

how they met

i think

thanks for the tag! <3

Hdgshsgshsghs it's so cuteeee

and concerningly accurate I do love baking

npt! @bowsinhair @the1astolympian @fel1ra @owls-can-read @pain-is-too-tired @starberry-muffin @starryssunflowers @bleep-bloop-boo and anyone else!! <33

haaii i saw this quiz n i immediately thought abt u ! https://uquiz.com/quiz/fOjkwO?p=5742788

Ahh this was fun! Thank you for sharing!

Which Little Jellycat are you?

I got this and it is accurate...

WAKE UP BABES! NEW MICHAEL YEW CENTRIC FIC JUST DROPPED

Skyfall is my fic abt Michael post-bridge!

He could feel it the very second the bridge broke, and he let his arrows fly one after the other until his bow left his hand. And then he was falling...

OR: Michael Yew learns what it means for your life to flash before your eyes

Jake is so obviously down bad for Michael it's almost embarrassing.

Michael doesn't even have to do much and Jake already looking at him with heart eyes.

Dudes got it bad dhdgd

When they actually get together it does not change either XD

They're at the amphitheater where Jake's sitting down on one row why Michael's on the one above and Michael's just absent mindedly playing with his curls and Jake just fully melted against him. He falls back with his head in Michael's lap and Michael just laughs and Jake's just completely enamored. Leaning into every touch.

Jake fell so hard for Michael, Michael has him completely wrapped and everyone finds it hilarious.

This is them-

from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator  ☆

fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.

Idk if that post you made about being bored and wanting asks still applies today, but if it does…

A drawing of ur fave sun forge au at the moment?

(Or LeeLuke)

Ye!!

Some vampire au :3

I have another one i need to post from this as well but hdgd

Jake whined when he felt Michael try to pull away. He immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, burrowing his face in the others feathers. Michael jumped,turning his head. "Jake- what are you-" "Rest too…" He grumbled. "Res- I'm fine-" Michael huffed. Jake looked up at him. Whatever look he gave must've been something, because Michael immediately relaxed. The other sighing softly. "Okay Spikes. Move over."

<333 might be one person but that one person has the POWER of a reblog button I am here ✨

@fel1ra @the1astolympian @bowsinhair @pain-is-too-tired @bleep-bloop-boo @starryssunflowers @owls-can-read and anyone else I provably forgoT TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL FIND WHERE YOU LIVE

thay goes for you too berry just saying-

love y'all! 🔪<33

 A friend threatened me to repost so I will!

Basically, there r tons of fake asses on tumblr who just want comments and followers, so someone started this to see who's actually a good friend. Everyone I tag better repost (and tag other people and preferably threaten them in a creative way as well) bc I'm high on caffeine and newfound lesbianism and will resort to violence.

@ey-theys-was-coronas

@fangirlhehe

I would tag more people but they're the only ones I've really interacted with-

comet is this michael’s fucking hoodie did you hurt us this way

-mediumgayitalian

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

this week's word is...

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

Michael Headcanons because why not :3

Demi

Chinese descent

Was born in Olympia,Washington.

Michael's mom was a creative writer teacher and a poet,along with doubleing as her school's archery couch. She passed suddenly during a wreck why driving them home after she finished couching that evening.

He ended up getting chased by a monster after he refused to get out when it was disguised as a worried passerby.

He was found by Hedge and taken to camp.

Scar along his side from the accident

Loves his hair being played with, it makes him think of his mom. But he definitely won't admit it.

Has a bow made for him to fit his stance more properly

Terrible liar

Has truth abilities,usually noticing visual clues that someone gives when they lie or holding something back.

Dude struggles not to give in to his little siblings. He's a bigger softy than he seems.

He will keep bringing random animals into the cabin if he's not stopped. No one knows where he gets them.

Loves climbing on anything. You'll usually see him perched on something that's definitely not a seat.

Good at tracking

Definitely punk

He definitely has a habit of love chomps. Especially as a little kid

Tf you mean he still dreams of Ty Blackthorn and NOT in a fun sexy times way, but actually in a "he haunts my every sleeping thought and I fear he's gone somewhere I can't reach - and if I do reach that place, I don't think I'll like what I find" type of way

My boy needs to lock in. For the sake of everyone, this traumatized twink behavior can't go on much longer

We're only on Chapter Fucking 2, for Christ's sake

just wanna put it out there:

FIFTY FUCKING WORKS Y'ALL

this truly is a milestone ✨

I'm so proud

THE CUTEST THING EVER

Still thinking about Luke trying to get Lee back, while Kronos absolutely despises him.

The drakon cabin 7 fought off in BotL? Kronos sent him here hoping he would kill Lee. Instead, the dragon returned with arrows stuck in it in shape of "F U". Luke is in love and wants his husband back. Kronos wants this twink obliterated.

And don't get me started on Luke seeking him out. He constantly sends him gifts and letters, calls him when Lee's outside of camp, and he pops out next to him when Lee's out grocery shopping. Lee is this 👌 close to strangling him. The only thing stopping him is his cousins playing around the corner.

Michael: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Michael: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Beckendorf: Uh... what's up with him?

Lee: He's been trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Michael: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Jake, crying: It's working.

a wonderful ao3 author note

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

To celebrate this important tumblr holiday, please enjoy a special edition of our weekly word game.

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome. 🔪