#ll’s AR

[lycheeleeches]

draw Roman, Patton and Virgil dressed up as clowns

just a silly trio

[bluebellhairpin]

concept; Ares (god of war) + a mortal (who from a young age was given a blessing from Eirene (goddess of peace)) + them falling in love = the most morally confused demigod ever.

[huntertag]

To my fellow American furries

Happy independence day! I'm a few hours late but, hey, it came out pretty good!

[lilu-the-almighty]

sorry to my followers who aren't obsessed with Ghost but actually I am not. Look at my posts boy.

[thedeadthree]

UNA ULLER x AEGON II TARGARYEN (HOTD) / IOVANNA DAYNE x DAEMON TARGARYEN (HOTD)

CESSAIR CELTIGAR x MAEGOR TARGARYEN (ASOIAF) / LIOSLAITH MAC RUAIDHRÍ x MUIREDACH (DND)

ALMÁRËA ALFIRIN x SAURON HALBRAND (LOTR) / ADEMARTA x DAERAN ARENDAE (P:WOTR)

TAGGED BY the darlings @marivenah, @dihardys, @risingsh0t, @belorage, @multiverse-of-themind and @leviiackrman to make the loves and their clowns (affectionate) in this cutest picrew! ty ty so much!

TAGGING: @velvetgothic, @griffin-wood, @kingsroad, @queennymeria, @chuckhansen, @unholymilf, @aartyom, @arklay, @swordcoasts, @denerims, @anoras, @shellibisshe, @pearlcscent, @celticwoman, @inkrys, @florbelles, @jackiesarch, @confidentandgood, @stormveils, @yennas, @shadowglens, @roofgeese, @adelaidedrubman, @noonfaerie, @aceghosts, @bloodofvalyria, @loriane-elmuerto and you!

[tastefulcannibal-tc]

^nst=ad of shout^ng "DRAW THEM GIVING BIRTH HAHAHA" ^v= b==n typ^ng ^t ov=r and ov=r ^n my not=s app

[gurorori]

hope i die

[slu7formen]

MDNI. luke x drunk!reader

luke decides to take care of you when he notices how drunk you are a party, you didn’t know how much you needed him until he showed you so.

warnings: drunk!reader, protective!luke, lil violence, use of yn, allusion to s3x

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

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The melody from a stolen radio emerged through the humid night air, barely audible over the loud laughter and shouted conversations of the older campers reunited in the woods. The stars offered little illumination, replaced by the flickering glow of a bonfire fueled by firewood. The air was heavy and hot, filled with the scent of chips, spilled beer, and teenage rebellion. This was a rare ocasion for the senior campers, a chance to forget about monstrous threats and drakon training for a night.

Luke nestled in the shadows of a nearby oak tree, holding a way too warm can of beer to drink now, and listened to his friends, trade their usual brand of mischievous gossip. A comfortable camaraderie settled over him, a welcome respite from the weight of responsibility that pressed down on him as a counselor.

"Did you see Lucy practically drooling over Malcolm after Ally dumped him?" Travis snickered, nudging Connor with his elbow.

Connor snorted, barely containing his laughter. "Ouch, sister drama. Ally must be thinking about drowning her in cheap perfume"

Luke chuckled, shaking his head. The Aphrodite cabin drama was always entertaining, even if a little predictable. He glanced around the clearing, his gaze sweeping over the other campers. A group of Ares cabin warriors were engaged in a play-fight, throwing each other to the ground as they groaned and laughed. He spotted Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter, tending to a small patch of wildflowers. Even at a forbidden party, Katie couldn't resist nurturing something green.

"Hey, Luke" Chris nudged him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You gonna tell us your big secret yet? We all know there's something going on between you and yn"

Luke's smile faltered slightly. "There's nothing to tell" he replied noncommittally, taking a swig of his warm beer, the taste bitter in his tongue. “We’re just friends”

"Oh, come on" Connor pressed, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "We see the way you look at her. Like she's the only girl alive."

Luke rolled his eyes, but a blush crept up his neck under the teasing of his friends. Suddenly, a melodic laugh cut through the din, a sound that sent a jolt through him. It was your laugh, bright and carefree, a stark contrast to the usual reserved demeanor you displayed around camp. He followed the sound, his gaze landing on you amidst a group of campers near the edge of the clearing. But it wasn't your presence that triggered a tightening in his chest. It was the hulking figure of Ares cabin resident, Mark, who stood far too close to you, his arm draped around your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper something that caused another burst of laughter from you.

A sting of jealousy pierced Luke´s insides. He knew it was silly. He and you were nothing more than friends. But still, that doesn’t mean he’s gonna like it when he sees you with some other guy. He watched as you swayed slightly, the red plastic cup clutched loosely in your hand a clear indication of your intoxicated state. Your usually sharp eyes held a glazed look, a vulnerability that made his protective instincts flare.

He saw you and Mark detach from the group, heading deeper into the shadowy woods. There was a part of him that urged him to let you be, to let you enjoy your night. But another, more primal part couldn't shake the image of you, intoxicated and unaware, disappearing into the woods with someone like Mark.

Sighing, Luke pushed himself off the tree trunk. “I´ll be back in a minute” he says to his friends, leaving his can on Travis´ hand. He weaved through the tight and large group of campers, his purpose hardening with each step. You stumbled on a protruding root, giggling at your own clumsiness. Mark steadied you, his hand lingering on your waist in a way that made Luke’s right eye twitch.

"Hey, yn" Luke's voice cut through the air, catching your attention. You turned, your face splitting into a wide, drunken smile.

"Luuuke!" you slurred, swaying towards him with open arms, nearly knocking him over with the force of your hug. Ignoring the glare Mark shot his way, Luke enveloped you in a hug, his nose crinkling at the distinct scent of fruit punch and something a little stronger.

"Whoa there" he chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He could smell the sugary sweetness of your lip gloss. "Easy, tiger."

You giggled, your head lolling against his shoulder. You mumbled something nonsensical, giggling at a private joke only you seemed to understand. Your mascara, usually neatly applied, had smudged slightly at the corners of your eyes. Despite the obvious effects of the alcohol, you were undeniably beautiful, the firelight casting warm shadows on your face. "M'so happpy you´re here! Dance with me!" you yelled as you lift your arms, your voice thick with intoxication. Luke felt a pang of worry. You were far too drunk to be alone in the woods with a boy you barely knew.

"Seems like you've had a few too many tonight, huh?"

"Just having a little fun, Luke" you pouted, the way you said his name sounded funny. "Don't be a all couns-, counselor"

He glanced over your shoulder towards Mark, whose jaw was clenched tight. "Yeah, well, maybe a little too much fun" Luke countered, his voice gaining a hint of firmness, but as softly as possible. "Maybe it's time for you to head back to your cabin, yeah?”

"But Mark was showing me…" you began, but were cut off by Mark's snide voice.

"Mind your own business, Castellan" He growled. Luke narrowed his eyes at the Ares camper, a dangerous glint flickering within them. “This doesn´t concern you”

"She's clearly not in control of herself" Luke retorted, his voice low and cold. "Someone needs to make sure she gets back safely. And it won't be you."

Mark scoffed, a humorless sound. "Says who? Why don't you worry about yourself, Castellan?"

The barb hit a nerve. Luke wasn't drunk, but the implication stung. He wasn't about to get into a debate about his tolerance with this ridiculously big guy.

"Look," Luke said tightly, trying to keep his voice calm, "I'm not trying to cause any trouble. I just—"

"Just what?" Mark interrupted, stepping forward, his chest puffing out in a show of dominance. "Going to swoop in and save the damsel in distress? You think she needs rescuing?"

He shot a pointed look at you, who seemed to be lost in your own world, giggling at some private joke as you covered your mouth. The sight of it only fueled Luke's simmering anger.

"Whether she needs help or not isn't the point" Luke growled, his voice strained. "The point is, she's clearly intoxicated and shouldn't be alone with someone she barely knows."

"Barely knows?" Mark echoed, a sneer twisting his lips. "We were just getting to know each other, weren't we, yn?"

He turned to you, his voice dripping with false sweetness. You blinked at him owlishly, then shrugged, a nonsensical answer escaping your lips.

The sight of it was too much for Luke. His fists clenched at his sides. He knew Mark was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him, but it was working. The implication that his concern was fueled by jealousy rather than genuine care was infuriating.

“Now if you excuse us…” Mark pointed out, pulling you to him by your hip as he tried to walk away with you.

But Luke´s had enough. That was the last straw. In a blur of motion, Luke lashed out. He lunged forward, his fist connecting with Mark's nose with a satisfying crunch. Mark stumbled back, roaring in pain, a hand flying up to his now-bleeding nose.

You, however, seemed oblivious to the sudden violence. You blinked at the scene in confusion, your brow creased in a frown as you looked at Mark. "What the-…" your words slurred, lost in the midst of your intoxication.

But before you could form a complete sentence, a wave of fury washed over you. You turned around, shoving Luke hard in the chest, sending him stumbling back a step. "What the fuck, Luke!" you shrieked, your voice laced with a venom that startled him. "Why do you always have to be all over me!?"

The words hit Luke like a physical blow. He wasn't angry at you, not truly. You were clearly out of it, the world a dizzy sight because of whatever it is that you drank. But the accusation stung. Here he was, trying to protect you from a situation you couldn't navigate in your current state, and you saw it as him controlling you.

"yn," he started again, trying to choose his words carefully. "I just-"

"Just what?" you shot back, your voice thick with slurred defiance. "Just what gives you the right to decide what I do?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Luke's heart ached. You were upset, confused, and vulnerable – a dangerous combination amplified by the alcohol coursing through your veins.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you sniffed, walking past him fast, head down and all pouty. “You ruined everything” you mumbled, more to yourself than directly to him, but he still heard. Luke watched you go, a wave of despair washing over him. He'd messed up.

He glanced back at Mark, who was clutching his nose and glaring at him with a mixture of fury and grudging respect. "Look, man" Luke sighed, the fight momentarily draining out of him. "That was a cheap shot, I´m sorry"

Mark grunted, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand. "Yeah, well, you got a nice fist, I must say."

There was a hint of grudging respect in his voice, perhaps because he couldn't deny that Luke's concern for you seemed genuine, or because if he recieved another punch, he'd need his nose surgically reattached.

"I wasn´t gonna do much either" he tried to defend himself. “She can´t even walk straight” Mark mumbled, ponting at you, then he turned away and disappeard into the shadows.

Luke glanced back at your retreating figure. He knew he needed to fix things with you, but for now, all he could do was hope you wouldn't hold his overprotective actions against him. He took a deep breath and started following you, determined to apologize and explain his actions once you were sober enough to listen.

Your walk was more of a drunken sashay, hips swaying precariously with each wobbly step. Luke watched you stumble away, a knot of frustration tightening in his gut. He knew you weren't thinking straight, the alcohol muddling your judgment and turning his concern into a controlling act in your eyes.

"yn" he called after you, his voice laced with a pleading he rarely used. "Wait a minute, please."

You ignored him, your focus solely on putting distance between you and Luke. He quickened his pace, catching up beside you.

"Seriously, stop it" Luke's voice was closer now. "You're going to fall on your face if you keep walking like that."

You stopped short, whirling around to face him. “Will you stop following me? This is embarrasing enough, Luke”

"Embarrassing?" Luke echoed, his voice rising in exasperation. "You're practically falling over drunk! You can't just walk around like this."

"I can handle myself" you slurred, puffing out your chest in a show of false bravery. You wobbled slightly, proving his point.

Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Look…" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'm not trying to be a jerk. I'm just worried about you. You're clearly hammered, and it's not safe for you to be alone."

You scoffed. "Safe? I'm not a little girl, Luke. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, well, right now you can't even take care of your balance!" he retorted, his patience wearing thin. You wobbled again, nearly toppling over before catching yourself on a nearby tree trunk.

"Just stop following me, okay?" you slurred, your voice thick with a pout. "I don't need this from you"

He sighed as your trembling body swayed precariously, threatening to topple over at any moment. Luke knew arguing with you further would be pointless. You were a force of nature in your current state, fueled by both alcohol and indignation. He needed to take a different approach.

With a resigned sigh, he whipped his denim jacket off in one swift motion. Kneeling before you, he draped it around your waist, the familiar scent of him momentarily grounding you. You blinked at him, a flicker of confusion replacing the anger in your eyes.

"What are you—woah!" you yelped before you could finish your question. In a smooth, practiced motion honed from years of wrestling monstrous opponents, Luke scooped you up effortlessly, hoisting you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

A surprised shriek erupted from your lips. The world tilted on its axis as you found yourself dangling upside down. The clearing erupted in laughter. A few of the campers who had been watching the whole scene unfold hooted and hollered, their amusement evident. "Careful with that one, Luke!" one of them called out, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Looks like she bites!"

Luke shot him a withering look, his jaw clenched. "Very funny" he muttered, ignoring the whistles and catcalls from the others. His focus was solely on you, the warmth of your body radiating against his back.

“You better put me down!" you shrieked, kicking your legs in the air in a futile attempt to dislodge yourself.

"Not a chance, Short Stuff" Luke called back.

"But I don't want to go back to my cabin yet! The party's just getting started!" You pounded your fists against his back, a feeble attempt at protest. "Seriously, Luke, put me down! I can walk perfectly fine!"

"Uh-huh, you´re right" he said sarcastically, walking down with your full weight on one shoulder as if you were as light as a feather.

You let out a frustrated groan, burying your face on his back. “This so embarrasing!” you cried. You hated that he was right. You were a mess, and the last thing you needed was to stumble around the woods in this state, potentially attracting unwanted attention.

Despite your annoyance, a strange sense of security settled over you as Luke carried you. The rhythmic thud of his footsteps against the earth and the warmth of his hands radiating against your legs as he held you were oddly comforting.

The walk to your cabin, however, was far from peaceful. You continued to mumble incoherent protests, punctuated by occasional swats at his back and what felt like an eternity of "Put me down!"s. But Luke remained undeterred, his jaw set in a determined line.

Finally, after what felt like an hour —but was probably closer to five minutes—, you reached your cabin. Relief washed over Luke as he gently lowered you onto the porch, careful not to jostle you too much.

You glared at Luke, your arms crossed defiantly across your chest. He couldn’t tell if your eyes were truly filled with anger of constantly trying to focus on his face so your world wouldn’t keep spinning.

"Well, aren't you prince charming himself, Mr. Castellan" you huffed, voice thick with a playful slur. "Kidnapping girls and all"

Luke, however, seemed unfazed. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "Just get in, sleepyhead" he countered, his eyes gleaming under the moonlight as he opened the unlocked door to your cabin.

You pouted, a childish expression along with the stomping of your feet on the wooden porch. "I could have walked!" you protested weakly, knowing full well it was a lie.

He ignored your protest, stepping past you and gently maneuvering you towards your bed, placing his hand on your lower back as you walked. The cabin was, as expected, empty. Your half-siblings, ever the social butterflies, were undoubtedly wreaking havoc at the party you were now forbidden to attend.

You felt lonely for a second, but it was quickly overshadowed by the warmth that spread through you as Luke helped you onto the bed. You wanted to be furious with him, to unleash the full force of your drunken anger. But the lingering warmth of his touch on your legs and back, the way he so effortlessly hoisted you like a defiant princess, somehow muddled your outrage. The thought was absurd and yet undeniably attractive.

He knelt down in front of you once you sat at the edge of your bed. You could smell the faint scent of woodsmoke and pine needles clinging to his clothes, a comforting aroma that filled your nosestrils instantly.

With a gentle hand, he reached out your calve and started unlacing your boots, his touch surprisingly tender. You watched him in a daze, your head spinning slightly. The world seemed to tilt on its axis again, everything blurring at the edges except for Luke's face. You watched him in fascination as he repeated the process with your other foot.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and groaned, a weak sound that escaped your lips.

Luke, sensing your distress, immediately stopped what he was doing. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he placed one hand on your knee.

You opened your eyes, blinking slowly. "Yeah, just a little…" you trailed off, searching for the right word. "Woozy" you finally managed.

Then, he stood up and looked around. His gaze landed on a package of makeup wipes on your bedside table. Without a word, he picked them up and returned to stand in front of you.

"You might want to clean some of this off" he said, holding up a wipe and gesturing to the smudged mascara beneath your eye.

You were speechless. No one had ever offered to do something like this for you before. A warmth bloomed in your chest, chasing away the remnants of your anger.

He held the wipe out to you, but you didn't take it. Instead, you found yourself blurting out; "Can you do it for me?"

He didn't hesitate. He fully unfolded the wipe as he lowered to you just a little to continue the process of taking care of you, his touch tender.

He was wiping the makeup from your face with a meticulousness that surprised you. You sat there, mesmerized, feeling strangely vulnerable under his watchful gaze even though you kept your eyes closed. The alcohol, combined with the unexpected intimacy of the moment, had rendered you uncharacteristically quiet.

"You didn't have to punch him, you know" you mumbled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

He kept as concentraded in his task as he was before. "Who?" he asked, though you both knew exactly who you were talking about.

"Mark" you clarified.

Luke sighed, going for your other eye. "He was… well, he was clearly taking advantage of your state" he explained patiently.

"How do you know?" you challenged, a sliver of defiance still clinging to your voice.

"Because I know you, yn" he said softly, his gaze locking with yours. "You think I would´ve done what I did if you were sober?"

His words hit you like a wave of realization. Shame washed over you, hot and prickly. You hadn't realized how vulnerable you were, how easily manipulated under the influence of your drink. “There we go” He stopped his movements eyes. “All clean” he announced as he placed the dirty wipes over your bedside table.

"I-, I'm sorry" you mumbled, looking down at your lap, playing with the edges of your miniskirt. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

He knelt down again, this time untangling his denim jacket from around your waist. As he spoke, his voice was laced with a quiet understanding. "Listen, I know you might be mad at me for… well, everything. But I wasn't trying to ruin your night. I was just worried about you. You were drunk… you are drunk” he said playfully, reaching out and squeezing your cheek as if you were a little kid. “and that Ares guy –, didn't exactly seem like he wanted to be nice, and I can’t handle that. You can´t go around with people you don´t know, you know better than that" his voice dropped again.

He was right, of course. You were a demigod, trained to be aware of your surroundings and the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Yet, tonight, you'd thrown all caution to the wind, blinded by the effects of vodka and fruit juice and the fleeting attention of a stranger.

A pang of guilt washed over you. You squeezed his hand, a silent apology for your earlier outburst.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in return, his lips curving into a small smile. “Besides, we´re friends, right?”

The word felt cold, heavy with unspoken meaning. Friends. You and Luke. The idea was both familiar and exhilarating, a spark igniting somewhere deep within you. You didn´t say anything, but Luke didn´t need you to.

He stood up again and leaned down, surprising you by brushing a light kiss on your forehead. It was a chaste gesture, meant to be comforting, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"Go get some sleep" he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'll check on you in the morning."

He started to turn away, but before he could take a step, you reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait" you stammered, your cheeks flushing crimson.

Luke turned back, a questioning eyebrow raised. In that moment, the alcohol-fueled bravado that had propelled you through the night seemed to evaporate. You were left with a newfound shyness, a sudden awareness of the intimate atmosphere that had settled between you.

"Can you..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "can you stay a little?"

Luke stared at you for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He didn't answer immediately. He stood there for a long moment, studying your face, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken emotions.

Emboldened by a newfound courage, you stood up from the bed. You were still a little unsteady on your feet, the remnants of alcohol making your movements slightly wobbly.

Reaching out, you stopped in front of him, his height suddenly a towering presence. You closed the gap between you two in a second. Now you were standing impossibly close, your body brushing against his.

Looking up at him, you were struck by how tall he seemed, how broad his shoulders were. A wave of dizziness washed over you as you registered the clean scent of his cologne, one that you hadn’t noticed before, a scent that suddenly seemed incredibly appealing.

"Luke" you whispered, your voice barely a breath, your eyes tracing the outline of his lips. "When did you get so tall?"

He chuckled softly, a low rumble that sent a delicious shiver down your spine. "Maybe you just haven't noticed before" he replied, his voice a husky murmur.

The playful banter momentarily broke the tension, but the air between you still crackled as heavy as it could. Your gaze drifted back to his lips, now so close you could almost feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

They were full, inviting, and in a moment of drunken bravery, you found yourself leaning closer, your lips hovering just a breath away from his. "You smell good" you mumbled, your voice slurred but filled with a newfound confidence.

Luke swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. He was dangerously close to you, the heat radiating from your body a tangible thing in the cool cabin air. His muscles tensed, a battle raging within him between concern and a growing desire.

You reached out and toched his thigh, your fingers brushing against the worn fabric of his jean. Slowly, teasingly, you trailed your hand upward, until you reached his belt, hooking one finger to it, and you pulled him even closer to you. The movement was subtle but undeniably provocative, sending a jolt of electricity through Luke's body.

He stood frozen, mesmerized by the sudden boldness you exuded. This wasn't the girl he knew, the playful friend who teased him mercilessly. This was a stranger cloaked in the familiar, and the effect was intoxicating.

His own breath came out in a ragged sigh. Every rational part of him screamed at him to step away, to put some distance between the two of you. You were clearly inebriated, and taking advantage of that wouldn't be right.

But another part of him, a more primal part, yearned to close the gap between you, just a breath away. He had always found you attractive, drawn to your quick wit and fiery spirit. But the line between friendship and something more had always felt too blurry to cross.

Now, with the inhibitions lowered by alcohol, that line seemed to have vanished entirely.

He leaned in closer, the space between your faces shrinking with each passing moment. The scent of your coconut perfume and something uniquely you filled his senses, further muddling his already clouded judgment.

"yn" he began, his voice husky, a warning more for himself than for you.

"Stay" you whispered, your lips still hovering tantalizingly close to his. The raw need in your eyes mirrored the war raging within him. “Stay and make me yours, Luke. Please”

His hand reached up, cupping your jaw as his gaze locked with yours. You tilted your head into his touch, a silent invitation.

"We can't do this, gorgeous” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You're not sober”

"I don't care" you interrupted, your voice thick with a desperation that surprised even you.

Luke felt his resolve crumble. He wanted this, just as much as you did. The idea of kissing you, of finally exploring the feelings that had simmered beneath the surface for so long, of touching you, feeling you, was undeniably tempting.

But a sliver of sanity remained. He knew that taking advantage of you in this state would be a betrayal of your trust, something he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for.

"But I do" he countered, his voice firm yet gentle. "If I'm doing this with you, I want to do it right. When you're sober and can make a real choice. When you can remember"

A wave of disappointment washed over you, but a tiny voice in the back of your head, untouched by the alcohol's haze, whispered its thanks. He was right. This wasn't the way you wanted things to happen.

So you nodded slowly, a small pout forming on your lips.

"Alright" you mumbled, letting go of his belt loop. “Can you still stay a little longer, though?”

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss to your cheek, the touch feather-light, sending another wave of warmth through you.

"Go to sleep, trouble" he chuckled, the sound warm and familiar.

You walked back onto the bed, a strange mix of disappointment and relief swirling within you. As you drifted off to sleep, Luke pulled a chair beside the bed and settled down, keeping a silent vigil over you.

You immediately fell asleep, your mind could be running as fast as it could, but your body told another story. He watched you sleep for a moment, then left and went back to the party.

On his way back, he couldn’t help it but smirk to himself, a gushing and warm feeling rushing on his chest as he realized how close he had you. How his feeling were not so oblivious to you, and now that he knew, he wouldn’t have to work so hard to have you, or hide any longer.

[radwitchhh]

This mother's day. Remembering all the mothers who didn't want to become mothers but had to go through coerced pregnancies for centuries. All the teen girl children who were denied abortions and were forced to carry children of their m@le rapists. All the mothers who suffer immense trauma during and after childbirth, and thus disassociated themselves from their babies and at times, wanted to k!ll their own infants because no one understood their pain. Mothers who perform extreme domestic and emotional labour for their babies but never get anything in return except for patriarchal glorification and romanticization, so that they continue sacrificing their lives when they don't want to

Mothers who lost their children because of m@le supremacist custody laws. Mothers who are raped by their own sons. Mothers who are violated by their husbands while they are pregnant. Mothers whose health was compromised because everyone prioritized their babies' health only. Mothers who are accused of being selfish for prioritizing themselves when they are entitled to it. Mothers who are Gods, who create us all but the insignificant father gets to take complete control over the children.

Surrogate mothers, whose wombs are exploited as privileged folks oppress them via mass commodification of their bodies and their capability of giving birth. Mothers who kill their m@le partners for abusing their daughters. Mothers who are shamed for breast feeding and showing their pregnant bellies in public. Mothers who are the natural protectors, because every cell of her body gives life and strength to her children. Mothers who give away their food and utility shares to their children and survive on crumbles.

Mothers of P@l3st!ne who are suffering alone and have lifelong traumas, as they are carrying the dead bodies of their children daily, made to go through c-sections without anaesthesia and are giving birth with no aid, relief, food and water. Mothers of Congo losing their children to mine exploitation daily. Mothers of Sudan being abused by Ar@b militia m3n. Mothers of Yemen, Syria, Lebanon. Mothers of Iran mourning their daughters' lost lives after their abuse by the m@le supremacist I$lam!c regime. Mothers of Afghanistan whose daughters can't study and who can't move around the country without the permission of a m@le guardian.

Mothers in South Asia forced to go through multiple pregnancies because their in-laws want a son. Mothers in Sindh and Punjab suffering fistulas. Mothers in India, Pakistan and China made to see the murder of their new born infants because their babies are females. Black and Hispanic mothers in US denied abortions and facing medical misogyny. Indigenous mothers fighting to protect their lands. All the refugee mothers of war and climate change displaced with no homes. Mothers in garment factories of Bangladesh making clothes of the whole world in abusive working conditions. Mothers who are called misogynist derogatory labels of "uterus havers" and "menstruators", when only females can be mothers and no m@le can ever be.

Animal mothers being brutalized in the meat and animal industry. Mother cows, chickens, goats, sheeps and pigs abused for irregular and exploitative meat and milk production. Mother orcas fighting elites to protect their children. Mother dolphins mourning the deaths of their children due to m@le created pollution in the ocean. Every animal mother finding it difficult to survive and keep her children safe as m@les ruin the goddess Earth's natural ecosystems daily.

Also, motherhood is not a monolith, mothers are not angels and don't have to be. While, mothers are divinely great there are mothers with internalized misogyny, who further make their daughters suffer the same misogynist traumas. Mothers who sell their daughters into prostitution and arranged marriages, and continue being strongest foot soldiers and secondary agents of patriarchy. Mothers who brutalize their daughters with fgm and breast ironing. Mothers who deny food to their daughters.

Mothers are the Creators, the Gods who have faced oppression by the m@n's world for centuries. The whole world of m3n will shatter without the labour of these Gods. You can love or hate your mother as a daughter based on the relationship you have with her

Happy mothers day to the creators of all human beings!!!

[lycheeleeches]

For art request… prinxiety kisses? Pretty please?

Some kisses with the boys

[little-watcher]

Hello There Ellery!

I'm Danny! I'm Told We Might Get Along!

- @ithinkimjustdanny

da nny. danny li ke- oh. o h de ar. oka y. that’s- huh. i sho uld prob ably te ll tim ab out this. um. yea h. hi. i’m el lery, i gu ess you alr eady knew that. its- ni ce to me et yo u?

[shiftingwithmars]

I got many things to say about this:

First of all, Annabeth JUDO FLIPPED him. A JUDO FLIP DOES NOT FUCKING HURT!!

“It was only once!” “Doesn’t change the fact that it was still abuse” Actually, it does. In order for it to count as abuse, it would have to happen MULTIPLE times in a PURPOSEFULLY HARMFUL WAY.

“She threatened him—“ Buddy, that’s something you would say to your friend. “I swear to god I’m gonna k!ll you” is a normal part of everyone’s vocabulary, and they don’t mean it.

context is important here as well;

People don’t fucking laugh the way Percy did when they’re being abused. If Annabeth was abusive, Percy would’ve never told her where his Achilles curse was. They’ve trained together for over five years. They’ve known each other since they were twelve.

You bitch about Annabeth judo-flipping Percy, but yet you don’t give a single shit about his deep trauma and him going through literal hell?

STOP BABYING PERCY!! He single-handedly fought Ares AND WON at the raw age of twelve. TWELVE, and he beat a god in a fight. Do you really think he can’t beat Annabeth?

[laertesthelocalstranger]

h ey la e, ar e you, um. ok? aft er, um. i kno w we lik e cud dled an d ever ything wa s fi ne bu t. im sti ll worried. ou r string is fraying and i think its my fault- sorr y. i ju st. thi nk i may ha ve no t actua lly help ed wi th the comp ulsion tha t was effectin g u. um. yeah so r u o k?

uhhh. I think so? I know there's some compulsion stuff still sitting around in there, but I haven't managed to figure out what it is yet.

I- I guess it would make sense if our string is fraying. you're scared of me. I'm sorry.

[thekidsare-not-alright]

lyrics for each tour date shirt so far

Chicago, IL: "when the party ends / will you still love who I am"

St Louis, MO: "what would you trade the pain for / I'm not sure"

Bonner Springs, KS: "time is luck / and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer"

The Woodlands, TX: "I think I've been going through it / and I've been putting your name to it"

Dallas, TX: "Part time soulmate / full time problem"

Phoenix, AZ: "I"ll never go / I just want to be invited"

Chula Vista, CA: "Nowhere left for us to go / but heaven"

Los Angeles, CA: "In another life / you were the sunshine of my lifetime"

Mountain View, CA: "Fever dream / tangerine sweat"

Salt Lake City, UT: "I'm just a cherub riding comets / through the night sky"

Greenwood Village, CO: "The world is always spinning / and I can't keep up"

Rogers, AR: "You put the 'fun' / into dysfunction"

Somerset, WI: "My mood board is just pictures of you / but I'm not sad anymore"

Cincinnati, OH: "We did it for futures that never came / and for pasts that we're never gonna change"

Noblesville, IN: "I will never ask you for anything / except to dream sweet of me"

Cuyahoga Falls, OH: "I closed my eyes inside of your darkness / and found your glow"

Bristow, VA: "And all of my wildest dreams / they just end up with you and me"

Charlotte, NC: "Here I am / not sure you should take a chance"

Virginia Beach, VA: "Trumpets bring the angels / but they never came"

West Palm Beach, FL: "All this effort / to make it look effortless"

Tampa, FL: "I carved out a place in this world for two / but it's empty without you"

Atlanta, GA: "Felt you at the beginning / needed you in the end"

Clarkston, MI: "We're out here / and we're ready"

Toronto, ON: "The stars are the same as ever / I don't have the guts to keep it together"

Forest Hills, NY: "So much for stardust / we thought we had it all"

Boston, MA: "Screaming at the stars / like night lights"

Darien Center, NY: "Buried alive inside my dreams / but it was all a fake-out"

Holmdel, NJ: "When the party ends / will you still love who I am"

Camden, NJ: "Twice the dreams / but half the love"

See a color-coded-by-song version here :]

[tatatmic]

:･ﾟ✩ 2 COOL 4 SKOOL ✩:･ﾟ✩

; Intro: 2 Cool 4 Skool ;

@/sckool24 (mess sorry)

; We Are Bulletproof pt. 2 ;

@/bullertproof / bulletrproof

@/bulletwoof (bullet + part [two] + pro[of]) (mess sorry)

@/arwbullet / arwebullet ([we] [ar]e [bullet]proof) (mess sorry)

; Skit: Circle Room Talk ;

@/circleskit / skitcircle

; No More Dream ;

@/nodreamvs (no more dream + mvs)

@/not7dream ([no] more dream + ot7) (mess sorry)

@/nmrdream / nwmrdream

@/nmoredrm

@/nomrdream

; Interlude ;

@/isnterlude

@/inrterlude

@/interluwde

@/intterslude

@/interludette (mess sorry lol)

; I Like It ; (mess sorry)

@/ilikeitmp3

@/ilikeitsus

; Outro: Circle Room Cypher ;

@/outrozcypher

@/outrocyphier

@/cyphercle (cypher + circle) (mess sorry)

@/outrot7

@/cypherseus

; Skit: On The Start Line ;

@/onthwstart

@/startwline

@/skitwline

; Path / Road ;

@/pathdeus / pathseus

@/roadmp3

@/pathscene (+ beyond the [scene])

✩:･ﾟ✩ O!RUL8,2? ✩:･ﾟ✩

; Intro: O!RUL8,2? ;

@/ohreulate / ohrulate (oh a[re] yo[u] late) (mess sorry)

@/introulate (intro + yo[u] late)

; N.O ;

@/lyricswno (lyrics + no)

@/nowmvs (no + mvs)

; We On ;

@/weonmv / weonmvs

@/weondeus / weonseus

; Skit: R U Happy Now? ;

@/skitnow

@/skitrhappy

; If I Ruled the World ;

@/ruIedworId (LL = ii)

; Coffee ;

@/coffeendless

@/coffeelled

@/coffeernate

@/coffeejours

; BTS Cypher Pt. 1 ;

@/cypherwone

; Attack on Bangtan / The Rise of Bangtan ;

@/bngttanck

@/bngtnrise

@/attackboys

; Satoori Rap ;

@/satoorism

@/uttsatoori

@/sawtoori

@/raptoori

; Outro: Luv In Skool ;

@/luvsnkool

@/luvnoutro

@/skoolutro / skooutrol / skooutro

@/luvrskool

✩:･ﾟ✩ Skool Luv Affair ✩:･ﾟ✩

; Intro: Skool Luv Affair ;

@/skooluvffair

@/skoolffair

@/Iuvffair (L = i)

; Boy In Luv ;

@/tboynluv ([tb]h + b[oy] i[n] luv)

@/boynrluv

@/boynzluv

; Skit: Soulmate ;

@/soulwmate

@/joursmate (toujours = always + soulmate)

@/sourlmate

; Where Did You Come From? ;

@/whrdid (mess sorry)

; Just One Day ;

@/tbharuman

@/justhrday (just + hr= haru + day)

@/haruseus

; Tomorrow ;

@/tomorroiw

@/tomowrro

@/tomosrrow

; BTS Cypher Pt. 2: Triptych ;

@/tripcypher

@/triptyrch

@/utlcypher

; Spine Breaker ;

@/spinerbrkr

@/breakspiner

; Jump ;

@/jumpseus

@/jumpstwt / jumptwts

; Outro: Propose ;

@/outropose

@/prowpose

@/missrighrt

@/itslowjam (i like it (slow jam remix)

✩:･ﾟ✩ DARK & WILD ✩:･ﾟ✩

@/darkvwild

@/darkwildsus

; Intro: What am I to You? ;

@/introwhat

; Danger ;

@/offciaIdanger (L = i)

@/featdanger

@/lyricsdanger

; War of Hormone ;

@/kthormone (mess sorry)

@/warfhrmne

@/hormowne

; Hip Hop Lover ;

@/hhplover

; Let me Know ;

@/letmrknow

; Rain ;

@/rainhoutte (+ silhouette) (mess sorry)

@/trailerain

@/rainfelts

; BTS Cypher Pt. 3: Killer ;

@/killwrcypher

@/partkiller

@/cypthkiller

; Interlude: What Are You Doing? ;

@/whtrdoing

@/whaterlude / whterlude

; Would You Turn Off Your Cellphone? / Can You Turn Off Your Phone? ; [mess sorry]

@/wldturn

@/wldphone

; Blanket Kick ;

@/blantkick

@/blanketmp3

@/blankthicc (mess sorry lol)

; 24/7 = Heaven ;

@/heavendless

; Look Here ;

@/lookzhere

; 2nd Grade ;

@/twndgrade ([tw]o + nd + grade)

; Outro: Does That Make Sense? ;

@/outrosznse (outro + sense)

@/outrodoes

✩:･ﾟ✩ The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 1 ✩:･ﾟ✩

; Intro: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life ;

@/themostiful (mess sorry)

; I Need U ;

@/ineedsus

@/ineedusz

; Hold me Tight ;

@/holdmrtight

; Skit: Expectation! ;

@/expecttion

@/exrpectation

; Dope ;

@/dopethyst

@/dopensfw

; Boyz With Fun ;

@/boyszwfun

@/boyzwrfun

; Converse High ;

@/convrsrhigh

@/lyricsnverse (+ lyrics) (mess sorry)

; Moving On ;

@/movingwon

; Outro: Love is Not Over ;

@/outrosnlove

@/loutrover (mess sorry)

✩:･ﾟ✩ The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 2 ✩:･ﾟ✩

; Intro: Never Mind ;

@/nvrwmind / nevrwmind

; Run ;

@/offcialrun

; Butterfly ;

@/buterlyrics

@/bwrtterfly

; Whalien 52 ;

@/wharlien52

; Ma City ;

@/mawrcity

@/ilysmacity (mess sorry lol)

; Silver Spoon ;

@/baespoon

@/silverspoorn

; Skit: One Night in a Strange City ;

@/nightwcity

@/skitnight

; Autumn Leaves ;

@/autmnrleaves

@/tmnleaves

; Outro: House of Cards ;

@/outrorcards

@/housecrds

✩:･ﾟ✩ The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever ✩:･ﾟ✩

; Fire ;

@/offcialfire

@/fireffct / fireffcts (+ effects)

; Save Me ;

@/lyricsavem / lyricsavme

; Epilogue: Young Forever ;

@/ywngforever

@/epiloguewl

✩:･ﾟ✩ Wings ✩:･ﾟ✩

@/uttwings

@/articwings

; Intro: Boy Meets Evil ;

@/introboysz

@/boysmeetvil

; Blood Sweat & Tears ;

@/bloodwtears

@/bldswtears

@/bldsweatrs

@/bwtears

; Begin ;

@/beginseus

@/bewgins

; Lie ;

@/liedosed

@/outroslie

; Stigma ;

@/soultigma (neo [soul] + stigma)

@/stigmacist (+ supremacist)

; First Love ;

@/firstflove

@/firstdlove

; Reflection ;

@/reflwcttion

@/joonflection

; Mama ;

@/mamalogist (mess sorry)

@/mamajours (+ toujours = always)

; Awake ;

@/awakeffct / awakeffcts (+ effects)

@/awakedeus

; Lost ;

@/lostmvs

@/lostjours (lost + toujours = always)

; BTS Cypher 4 ;

@/cyphefour (mess sorry)

; Am I Wrong? ;

@/featwrong

; 21st Century Girls ;

@/centwrygrls

; Two! Three! (Still Wishing There Will be Better Days) ;

@/betterzdays

@/bttrwdays

; Interlude: Wings ;

@/interlwings

@/intterwings

✩:･ﾟ✩ Wings: You Never Walk Alone ✩:･ﾟ✩

; Spring Day ;

@/sprngdwy

@/springdaiz

@/springcday

; Not Today ;

@/nowttoday

@/nosttoday

@/snwttoday (mess sorry)

; Outro: Wings ;

@/outrownsg

@/featwings

@/outroftwings

; A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone ;

@/trilogynwa

@/lullabynwa

@/frostynwa

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Odd Jobs

Witchers make a living by walking the Path. Every Spring, Geralt travels back and forth across the Continent, offering his services in exchange for coin. Most of the jobs he takes involve getting rid of monsters, or bringing back the pieces of them that mages or healers need for their spells or potions. He's also done bodyguarding, bounty hunting, and even the odd job here and there.

Geralt had no idea that the job he was going to take was going to be one of those odd jobs.

He'd been approached by a boy of barely 8 years, begging him to help him get rid of a monster.

Great. A child. Geralt did not like dealing with children. They tended to scream a lot, and p*ss themselves. Or follow you around and talk incessantly, and they had no sense of personal space, like a certain someone he knew...

"Stop doing that with your face, you're scaring the poor boy!" Jaskier admonished Geralt, who was scowling. Geralt attempted to look a little more friendly.

"Well, now you just look like you licked a nekker's ar*ehole!"

"Hm!"

"Just go stand over there and let me handle this."

Geralt waited by Roach while Jaskier talked to the boy. He had probably been sent by his parents while they ran other errands. How inconvenient. But as long as the job paid well...

Jaskier returned moments later, his expression odd. "He said to follow him, and he will show us where he saw the monster."

Geralt frowned, "Jaskier, what the h*ll is going on?"

"He wants to hire you to get rid of a monster? I mean, I thought it was obvious, Geralt."

"I'm being hired by a child?"

"He said the pay was negotiable. We can always talk to his parents afterwards."

Geralt bristled, then 'hmm'ed and looked away, thinking. There were so many things about this that he didn't like. But what harm could it do to go and look? He could tell the boy wasn't lying, and was truly afraid. Geralt didn't want to leave things to chance.

They followed the boy on foot, having left Roach in town since they weren't going far, according to the boy. Geralt 'hm'ed in quiet disaproval as the small human led them off the road, cut through the grass and led them into the forest. Jaskier's eyes were sparkling with excitement when the boy paused and said "This is the way to our hideout. It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone about it!" He looked at Jaskier.

The bard quickly nodded, held up his left hand and used his right to cross his heart.

The boy looked at Geralt expectantly.

Jaskier looked at Geralt expectantly.

Geralt 'hmmm'ed and crossed his heart.

The boy nodded, satisfied, and led them along a path that was little more than a deer track.

They crossed a small stony creek, turned right at a massive, rotting tree stump, and walked down an ancient sunken lane. Jaskier was frantically taking notes and making sketches in his notebook, babbling on excitedly with the boy about the holloway. Geralt knew he was probably already mentally composing an embelished song about a fae tree tunnel or something.

The path was short, and ended at the remains of an ancient stone wall. There was a large hole in it, large enough for a man to pass through. The boy clammered through the hole with practiced ease.

Geralt walked up to the crumbling wall and 'hm'ed' unhappily.

"Oh, where's your sense of adventure?" Jaskier asked as he ducked through the little tunnel.

"It seems to have b*ggered off somewhere with your common sense."

Jaskier's arm poked back through the hole on Geralt's side of the wall. His wrist did a complicated little twist, fingers doing a fluid little dance, and then, with a flourish, he extended his middle finger.

Geralt slapped the hand down and followed him through the wall.

On the other side was an impressive, if somewhat lopsided, and crooked structure that looked like a woodshed with inexpertly done additions. It was a slapped together conglomeration of stones, sticks, various tree parts, and scavenged bits of building materials from the town.

There was also a pack of children of various ages gathered a healthy distance away from the 'hideout''. They huddled tightly together when they saw Geralt approaching, cringing when his shadow fell over them.

Geralt looked down at them, at their frightened faces, and rumbled quietly, making his tone as soft as possible, "I'm here about the monster. Your friend hired me to get rid of it."

One of the children, a girl of about 6 years, inched forward and quavered, "It's a bogeyman! It came out of the corner by the fire pit and screamed at us! It chased us out and we haven't been able to go back in. Merik tried to go in yesterday, and it was still there! It screamed and came at him from the shadows."

"A bogeyman," Geralt said cocking an eyebrow. He looked at Jaskier, 'hmm'ed and said, "A bogeyman," in case Jaskier hadn't heard the first time.

Jaskier gave him a warning look before crouching down, "Can you describe it for him, love?" he asked the little girl. "So he knows what kind of bogeyman it is?"

The bogeyman was blurry, had big, black holes where it's eyes should be in it's deathly white face. It's body was made of inky shadows and wind. And it screamed like a banshee.

It didn't sound like any monster Geralt had ever seen. He decided to just go have a look for himself.

"Stay with the children." Geralt said to Jaskier as he marched off to the jumble of a house. He carefully cracked open the door and slipped inside. It was dark, but he could easily see what had frightened the children. It was up in the rafters in the corner, watching him.

Geralt rolled his eyes and, since no one was around to see him, smiled. Kids and their imaginations.

Jaskier was entertaining the children with one of those inappropriate songs about body parts and bodily functions that kids love so much, when crashing and screaming erupted from inside the house.

The children screamed and joined Jaskier in hiding behind a fallen log. There were thumps, bumps, scrapes, and thuds overlayed by Geralt's growls and shouted expletives.

Jaskier and the children gasped when Geralt came flying backwards out the door, crashed to the ground, jumped up, and charged back inside, roaring like a bull. There was more screaming, more sounds of struggling. The children were peeking over the edge of the log along with Jaskier, imagining the epic battle that was raging inside.

Geralt crashed through one of the windows on the side of the house, rolling and struggling with a black, shadowy thing that was flapping and flipping in his hands.

They disappeard behind the house as they struggled, and then reappeard, rolling on the ground. Geralt punched and kicked, and slashed at it with his silver sword. He gained his feet, grabbed the thing and started beating it on the ground, then pinned it in the dirt with his sword and cast Igni. The thing burst into flames, turning to ash.

Once the nightmare had been slain, the children had calmed down and came over to confirm that the bogeyman was really dead. Then it was time take care of business.

Jaskier watched as Geralt accepted the payment for his contract. He solemnly held out his hand, and the boy dumped a collection of items into it. There was an impressive amount of coppers, and an assortment of bits and bobs.

"You said the pay was negotiable. I'll take this as my payment," Geralt said, taking a cat's tooth out of the pile. He could give it to Yen for her spells. He handed the coins and other treasures back to the boy, then rose and nodded to them.

He was mentally thrown off balance when several of the children hugged him. He patted their heads awkwardly and assured them that their secret hideout's location was safe, then went on his way.

"So what was it?" Jaskier asked as they navigated their way back to the road.

"A barn owl. I cast Axii on it to keep it calm and wrapped it in an old cloak I found in the corner. I let it go when I went around the back of the house."

Jaskier laughed, "So you just stomped around, banged on some stuff, and made a bunch of noise to make it sound convincing. And let me guess, you used Aard to throw yourself through the door?"

Geralt: *Affirmative Hmm*

"Well, it was very believable, especially the part where you were struggling with the bogeyman outside. Very convincing. Have you ever thought of going into theater? You'd make a good actor."

"No. I have too much self respect."

"But you would look so good in hose! You have very nice legs, and such a lovely bott-!"

Geralt bumped Jaskier, causing him to step in a pile of fresh deer droppings.

"My boots! These were new, you jacka**!"

They made it back to town, Jaskier had fodder for his next song, and Geralt had a humorously odd story to tell that winter.