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HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY GRANMA!!! 🎈💝 YOU ALREADY KNOW IT, ITS TONK AND PERCY TIME!! (Sidenote I just got my hysterectomy done, the final surgery in my trans journey, so I would really love it if it’s something about Tonks loving being trans and Percy loving her because she loves being trans idk im emotional and need my blorbos 👉🏻👈🏻

When Tonks was younger, she felt differently about it. More conflicted, angrier, putting the pressure of perfection on herself that she doesn’t think she would have felt if she were born differently.

But being a metamorphmagus is part of who she is. As she gets older, it stops feeling like a joke the universe is playing on her and just another part of her, something that’s almost obvious and right, because what else would she be?

She was always meant to be the master of her own creation.

Nymphadora may be the name her mother chose for her, but Tonks had chosen the rest of it, had built the woman she is piece by piece. Of course she’s a metamorphmagus. There is no part of her that’s interested in stagnation, in accepting is in lieu of could be.

Perhaps that’s what first drew her to Percy. He has that same guiding light, that same drive, in every aspect of his life. He accepts nothing at face value.

Well.

Almost nothing.

“Do you like my hair like this?” Tonks asks, narrowing her eyes at herself in the mirror. She likes brighter colors usually, but the dark purple curls cropped close to her head look a little like the movie stars from her father’s favorite old films.

“Yes,” Percy answers, not looking up from his scroll

 She huffs and makes her arm long enough to hit him with.

He blinks, looking up and rolling his eyes. He leans forward to press a kiss to her bare shoulder even as he runs a hand through her hair, fingers tangling in her curls and scraping against her scalp, making her eyes flutter. “I like you in all ways. I don’t know why you even bother to ask.”

“Just checking,” she murmurs, turning her head so she can nudge his mouth against hers.

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Happy birthday, Shana! 🌻🌻🌻 Psych, please? Or dealer's choice!

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If Yin or Yang ever asked him why he's always calling in tips to law enforcement, Shawn would claim boredom. He'd say that he needed the mental stimulation. They never do, so he never has to bother feeding them an excuse they know is a lie.

It's the guilt.

He can't do anything to stop Yin. He doesn't know the particulars most of the time, which is a mercy, but he knows that the murders that get him attention are only a small part of it. Nothing goes off perfectly without a test run, after all. It's how Shawn had found himself in this mess to begin with, accidentally figuring out the truth from the evidence of him perfecting his next impossible murder.

Shawn knows more than enough to get Yin behind bars. But there's no guarantee that he'd be able to report him, to get him captured, to make sure he stays behind bars and protect his family. He still hasn't figured out how to get Yin the electrical chair without damning Yang to the same fate.

He should just kill him.

It wouldn't be easy, but there are plenty of weapons and Yin is strong, but the large than life monster he'd first met now has to look up to meet his eyes. Shawn is seventeen and he's smart enough and strong enough to kill Yin, probably. Maybe not without getting killed himself, by either Yin in the struggle or Yang in the aftermath, if her father being killed breaks one more of tenuous holds on sanity and she were to take it out on shot. Even to save his own life, he doesn't know if he could bring himself to hurt Yang after everything she's done for him. To him, also, but when he balances the scales it still comes down in her favor.

But he doesn't want to be a killer. The idea of taking a life, even Yin's, makes him sick. He doesn't know if he could stomach it, doesn't know if Yin wouldn't figure him out the moment he decided to really do it and put a bullet between his eyes likes he's been itching to do for years, or just restrain him and make him watch as his loved ones are tortured and killed in punishment. He's a coward, more concerned with keeping his family safe than with saving other families, and helping catch other criminals, other murderers, is his attempt to burn away some of the shame.

Yin knows about it, of course. There's nothing Shawn does that he doesn't know about.

Yang and Yin are gone, on a business trip which is code for something terrible. Shawn wishes it was easier to relax with them gone but the truth of it is that anytime Yin is out of his sight is nerve wracking. At least then Shawn knows the only people he's making miserable are him and Yang.

He gets an unmarked manila envelope in the mail. There's only one photograph in it and his pulse jumps. There should be three. There's always three.

Gus, walking home from school on a street that Shawn still remembers perfectly even if he hasn't set foot there since he was twelve.

Instead of the pictures of his father and mother, there's a tape and a walkman. His hand is shaking when he presses play.

"I'm sorry," his father's voice says and his eyes instantly fill with tears. "I’m so sorry, Mads, you were right."

“Henry. Are you saying-”

Oh god, that's Mom. That's his mom.

He hasn't heard his parents' voices in five years.

"He's alive," his dad says, voice shaking, clearly crying just like Shawn is right now. "Our son's alive."

If he were dumber, he'd think this was a warning, a notice that he's fucked up somehow and to be on extra good behavior.

The only people Yin gives notice to are his prey.

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happy birthday!!! something Naruto please? love ur work <3 🌻🌻🌻🌻

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Fighting a demon container to exhaustion is impossible, of course, except by another demon container. Especially one with eight more tails to her name.

Eventually, Shukaku can't take it anymore and collapses back into himself. He shrinks down, retreating to the safety of the seal and leaving behind the too still body of Gaara. She only pauses long enough to check that he's breathing before she's running. The ANBU will find Gaara easily, or the Uchiha, or, she doesn't know, anyone who follows the very obvious path of destruction they left behind.

Naruto runs.

She retreats into the deepest parts of the woods, not bothering to fold the fox's chakra back because there's not much point in it. She finds a high branch, wide and sturdy enough to support her, and leans her back against the trunk and pulls her knees to her chest.

No one was ever supposed to know the truth of what she was.

Sasuke, of course, because she had no secrets from him. Sakura too, but that hadn't been as much of a risk because as prejudiced as civilians could be, they also didn't really understand what they were supposed to be afraid of and Sakura hadn't either with only the Academy's education.

And now everyone knew what she was. Half the village feared or hated her already and this meant the other half would too. Sure, the Uchiha would probably remain loyal even through this, and her friends probably would too.

But her and her imperfect seal were a threat to the safety of the village. It wouldn't matter how many times she explained that she could control it, that Kurama was as safely contained within her as ever, that the demonic chakra was under her command.

Her parents had never trusted her before. They won't start now.

She's well aware how her father handles threats to his village. She knows exactly where she falls on her father's list of priorities when it comes to keeping Konoha safe from the nine tailed demon and when it comes to protecting his daughter.

She wouldn't be a demon container in the first place if he had different priorities, after all.

There's weight on the branch in front of her and she hastily wipes her face. If she's to dragged back for, she doesn't know, trial, or something like it, although it'll all be a bit of a farce because everyone saw, then the least she can do is maintain some of her dignity.

A handkerchief appears in her vision.

She stares at it for a long moment before lifting her head up the rest of the way.

Orochimaru crouches on the branch in front of her. He's smiling.

"What do you want?" she asks. She wishes her voice didn't sound so rough.

"That was quite impressive," he says. "You've done a wonderful job modifying your seal."

She flinches. He'd known. When he touched her in her father's office, he'd known, and he hadn't said anything. He'd protected her secret. She repeats, "What do you want?"

He pushes the handkerchief closer towards her and she takes with an eyeroll. He waits for her to wipe her face before he says, "I too once found the village small minded and stifling. If you want to run, I have somewhere for you to go."

Naruto stares.

"Oto is lovely this time of year," he says, his grin an invitation for her to join in on the joke. He holds out his hand. "Would you like to see it?"

If she goes with Orochimaru, she'll be a missing nin. She'll be turning her back on all her friends, on her village, on everything she stands for.

If she goes with Orochimaru, she won't have to face her father's judgement.

She takes his hand.

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Happy birthday, YoI coach please

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Yuri considers Viktor to be a scourge upon the earth, or at least his most significant personal annoyance. They way he'd shown up and attempted to monopolize Katsuki's time had not improved Yuri's opinion of him.

Unfortunately, he's come to the conclusion that Viktor's weird attempts at courtship are more distracting than an actual relationship would be. He doesn't imagine that a Viktor that has successfully managed to catch Katsuki's eye will be any less annoying, but he might not be so quick to use the excuse of training to keep interrupting Yuri's training, which at this point is all he's asking for.

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ANOTHER ONE

I reported it because it seems to also be happening to other people (thanks to everyone who let me know) but idk what there is to do about it

who the fuck just tried to reset my password on ao3

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who the fuck just tried to reset my password on ao3

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tgp ch 13 progress report: 5k

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"I swear I'll work on something else!" Shana declares as the blood curse consumes her further. (This is not a compliant, its just amusement lol) (also is the blood curse hyperfixation, is the blood curse adhd)

i did work on something else! was it what i intended to work on? no! did it result in me writing 65k of alien nonsense in the span of like 3 weeks? perhaps! so was the blood curse defeated? absolutely not!

T_T

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Shana. You’ve got me reading Supernatural fic. I never even made it through season 1.

thoughts and prayers <3 i hope you're enjoying it!

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the hubris of always increasing the chapter count by 1 when we all know that's not how it's going to turn out... that fic has at least 3 more chapters in it

it was ONE MORE CHAPTER!! i did it!!!

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General Kudos to the prompt you write. New posts from you make brain happy.

thank you i'm glad you like them!

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(A bruised and bleeding but smiling face) love the writing Shana *cough cough* even the sucker punches to the face like that last F for Frakenstein addition. *spits put tooth* you're doing great! *faints*

HAHAHA i'm so sorry... and thank you!

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Do you have any pjo fic recs?

Son of Sea Foam by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle summary:

“She’ll never claim me,” he whispered. Silena shook her head, eyes wild as she looked around for anyone who could be watching.

“My mother doesn’t remember half of her children as it is,” she said with a note of bitterness. “If you do something to impress her, it won’t matter. Return the bolt in her name. She’ll claim you if you act the part. If you stay unclaimed then they'll figure out what you really are," she said, squeezing his hands tightly. Percy's heart sped up.

"I - I don't know the first thing about Aphrodite-"

"My mother was born of sea foam," Silena cut him off. "And if you're really who I think you are... you are the sea. You can pull this off," she said and touched his cheek. "Get the bolt. Survive," she said. Percy swallowed.

"What if I can't act the part?" He asked. Silena's expression went blank for a moment. Slowly, she slipped off her bracelet and placed it in his hands.

"If you're going to be one of us... you better learn."

Or

AU where Percy has to hide the fact he's a Big Three kid otherwise he'll be killed on the spot. Unfortunately for him, unclaimed kids tend to raise the most suspicion... but he might have found a loophole in the form of Aphrodite.

comments: well written and different and plotty and interesting. super engaging and a lovely look at both silena and castor

what's a god to a nonbeliever? by Almas summary: It’s not that he’s “hung up on The Menace” as Dionysus so delicately put it. It’s just that it’s a bad idea. Awful, really. Percy Jackson’s got off-limits stamped across his pretty little forehead. If Zeus had sent Dionysus to that demigod camp over a nymph, then Poseidon would certainly toss him into Tartarus if he went near his son. comments: unfinished, but deliciously written and great look at apollo

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hey! just wanted to drop by and say I hope you're doing well!! I just re-binged your greek gods and monsters series (what got me into reading all of your other fandom works) and I really love your writing. thank you for sharing your works with us! stay amazing~

thank you, i'm glad you like them!

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tgp ch 13 progress report: 4k

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Take a good look at Sam. You two will never see each other again.

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JUST SAW A FED-EX DRIVER JUMP OUR OF HIS TRUCK AT A REDLIGHT AND RUN UP TO A SECOND FED-EX TRUCK (THREE CARS AHEAD) AND THE GUY LEANED OUT AND THEY JUST KISSED ON THE LIPS? HELLO?