Train Tracks | Peeta Mellark

Thunderbird House

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(All photos found on Pinterest)

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Founded by Chadwick Boot

Favors Adventurers

Represents the Soul

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How I see Thunderbirds:

Deja Vu

I believe they’re old souls

They yearn for adventure and discovery

They are always asking “What else is there?”

They want to make memories

Love language: Quality Time

They find it hard to stay on track because of all the things they are thinking about

Love to make up stories

I think they go more for the Fantasy genre

But I can also see them being history lovers

Pirates, dragon riders, sailors

They want to try stuff out even if they know they shouldn’t but they’re just super curious

Knows better but wants to make dumb decisions

But finds it ridiculous if others do stupid stuff

If they don’t feel that connection with you they’re dissatisfied

They try to read people after they first meet them

Not good at expressing emotions

They feel deeply though

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edited on 04/30/24

Red-head vs Demon | Clary Fairchild

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Word Count: 581

Genre: Domestic-ish fluff | Action

Pairing(s): Clary Fairchild/Fray x Partner!Reader, Isabelle Lightwood x Simon Lewis, Maia x Bat

Summary: The dark skies of your morning start with demon hunting. Then, you accompany your girlfriend to her friends awful music play.

Warnings; Blood, demons, blades, mentions of anxiety, Simon and his band

Characters: Jorden Kyle, Maia Roberts, Isabelle Lightwood, Clary Fray/Fairchild, Bat

Characters mentioned; Jace Herondale, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane

Notes: No specific time frame in the books. Probably set after the book series. But Jordan didn’t die in CoHF. 

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Clary cursed under her breath in frustration, “Where are these demons coming from?” She slashed angrily at the demon in front of her, cutting off its head and sending it back to its home. 

Recently, your dear city of New York has been infested with more demons than usual. Meaning that you and the other shadowhunters were working overtime. 

You came up behind Clary to slash at a Demon that was trying to bite her ankle. You turned guarding her back as she guarded yours while another demon came up in front of you. The battle was over quickly with a few cuts and bruises here and there but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. 

“Hopefully Magnus will be able to answer that question soon enough.” You mumble as you draw an iratze on Clary’s forearm. She huffed a strand of her red hair out of her face looking around at the status of the alleyway where the two of you had found a group of raveners. The black blood had been gone from the walls along with the bodies of the demons. Leaving the two of you sweaty and covered in the black blood. 

The sky was black and few stars were out. You think you’d like the night a lot better if it wasn’t the only time demons came out. 

“I’m sure Jace is having the time of his life.” Clary mumbled, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You smirked, “Yes, and Alec anxiety is off the racks with the amount of demons we’re hunting these days. I’d tell him to take a vacation if we didn’t need him here.” 

“I think he’d be a little disappointed to miss all the excitement.” Clary said sarcastically 

You nodded your head in agreement, “Shower, then breakfast?” You ask

Clary wrinkled her nose, “Simon and the bland are playing this morning.” 

You shivered in mock disgust, “So breakfast, and a couple pairs of ears that need to be bleached.” 

Clary nodded, “Pretty much.”

You grabbed her hand to begin your journey towards the institute. 

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You’d be lying if you said you were looking forward to the next hour. Sat on a comfortable beige couch in Java Jones with your girlfriend as you wait for Simon and his friends to start playing. 

“You sure we can’t bail?” You asked

Clary, freshly showered, and in day clothes, nodded, “I said I'd be here.” 

Your mouth thinned

Clary had coffee in front of her as you waited for this ‘show’ to begin. Izzy was sitting at another table, waiting patiently for the band to make their way onto the stage. Maia sat at a different table. Her and Jordan called it quits about a month ago but stayed friends. So she was here with her now boyfriend, Bat, supporting their friends. 

You clapped reluctantly when the band piled onto the stage. Jordan and Simon weren’t that bad. The rest of the band though..

“What do you think Magnus would say if he were here?” You asked

Clary shrugged then grinned, “As if Magnus would ever be caught in a place like this.” 

You nodded your head in agreement. 

“So what do you want to do after this, train some more?” You asked

Clary shrugged, “Let's enjoy this for right now.” 

Your face was masked in mock horror, “Sure...enjoy.” 

Clary laughed under her breath, giving you a swift kiss on the cheek. You smiled against your will. Perhaps this hour wouldn’t be so bad.

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edited on 05/17/2024

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Pumpkin Carving

You and your boyfriend, Simon carve pumpkins for Halloween at Clary’s house. WC: 2k

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Quidditch Mishaps

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Word Count: 599

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Pairing(s): Young!Poppy Pompfrey x friend!Reader, Young!Pomona Sprout x friend!Reader

Summary: You get a nasty injury during quidditch and your roommate, Poppy is assigned to watch you.

Warnings: pain, medicine

Characters: Young!Poppy Pomfrey, Young!Pomona Sprout

Characters mentioned: Young!Minerva McGonagall

Ancestors Era FC + Aesthetics

Notes:

Poppy, Pomona, and reader are all Hufflepuffs

they all share a dorm.

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“And just what do you think you are doing?” 

Your body freezes in surprise, your mind going haywire with an unholy amount of cuss words.

You turn your head to see your roommate with her hands on her hips, looking like an angry mother. At this moment you think you would’ve preferred your actual mother to be angry at you. 

“I wanted some water.” You mumbled lamely, not meeting your friends' eyes. 

You hear Poppy scoff and her angry footsteps moving towards you. “And you couldn’t have asked for it?” She said while wrapping one of her arms around your waist.

“Pomona! Come help me please!” Poppy called 

You heard some feet moving then saw Pomona emerge from her cubby in your dorm. When she saw you on your feet her eyebrows raised, “She’s up again?” 

“Yes, now come help me please.” Poppy gestured to you

“You guys know I'm right here, correct?” You say earning a glare from Poppy, silencing you.

Pomona made her way over to your other side and the both of them helped you back to your bed. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, before hissing as your leg moved causing a sharp pain to rise within your ankle.

Poppy sighed, “Mona, can you get the ointment by the water chug please?” 

You saw your red-headed friend nod and walk away.

“It's fine,” You winced, “Truly.” 

Poppy’s mouth thinned, but she didn’t make any comments. 

“Here you are, Pops.” Pomona emerged once more with an ointment in her hands

Poppy mumbled a thanks as she began to unwrap the bandage that was wrapped around your, once broken, but still bruised ankle. 

“Careful.” You hissed, your ankle trembling in pain

“Sorry, I'm sorry!” Poppy said rubbing some of the cool ointment on your ankle.

You sighed in relief and leaned back against your pillow, “Thanks, Poppy.” 

Poppy put the cap back onto the bottle of ointment but was still shaking her head, “Why you insist on riding on those blasted things always puzzles me.” 

“Brooms?” You questioned

“Of course! I mean the game itself is dangerous on its own, how they allow it to be played at a school is ridiculous!” Poppy ranted angrily

“Quidditch is fun.” You answer

“Getting hurt is fun to you?  You got blasted off your broom at your last game, and you still want to play?” Poppy asked

“Well getting hurt isn’t fun, obviously, but the adrenaline rush of it all is. Besides, all sports are dangerous in some ways.” You say 

“Yes, getting attacked by a magically induced, prone. to. injure…ball is so much fun.” 

“The medi-witch already fixed my broken ankle, and the bruising will stop by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” You answer

“It would heal a lot faster if you stayed in your bed.” Pomona spoke. You shot her a look as if to say, ‘Whose side are you on?’. She shrugged in return. 

“Mona is quite right. Don’t deny it.” Poppy shot you a look

“You treat me as if I'm acting like Minnie after her latest quidditch injury.” You point out, causing Poppy to flush pink.

“If you were acting like Minerva was, we would be having an entirely different conversation.” Poppy said

“Yes, yes.” You mumble under your breath annoyed

“It’s getting late.” Mona pointed out

Poppy nodded, then looked at you, “Try to get some sleep please.” 

The three of you bid your ‘good nights’ and you made yourself comfortable without putting weight on your ankle.

Poppy was right, she always was when it came to injuries. But you weren’t going to admit that. Not tonight. 

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edited on 05/16/2024

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Breakfast | Jace Herondale

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Word Count: 1k

Genre: Domestic fluff

Pairing(s): Reader x Jace Herondale, (mentioned) Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

Summary: Your morning are normally all over the place. But there is one constant thing. Or perhaps you should say person.

Warning: Food, kissing, possibly some cursing.

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The bed was nice and comfortable this particular morning. A little too comfortable. But you don’t think that was because of the bed. 

A hand was rubbing up and down your back. Soothing you and relaxing your posture. You don’t think you could’ve cared if a demon had burst through the door at that very moment.

“I was wondering when you would finally wake up.” The blonde said

“The beds comfortable.” You replied in a whisper

“You mean my bed is comfortable.”

You looked around the room in confusion. Sure enough you were in Jaces room.

Your brain scanned for memories of last night.

“What happened?” You asked turning around to face him.

Jace was propped up on his elbow, his face in his palm as he looked down on you.

“We nearly got killed by a demon. We got back to the institute and ordered some dinner, you crashed after dinner. Typical night.” Jace shrugged

You nodded, half awake. A yawn left your mouth.

“So,” you began, “what’s for breakfast?”

Jace smiled, an easy, soft smile. Not like the sharp sarcastic ones he often gave others. These smiles were reserved for only when it was the two of you.

“Well, Alec’s at the old warlocks, Izzy went out with fangs, and Clary’s at the abandoned police station, meeting with some werewolves. Something apparently happened last weekend that we needed to be bothered about so Clary went to check it out. So we could order in or-”

“Should we have sent someone with her?” You asked

“Her dads there of course. Besides, Clary can hold her own.”

You hummed in agreement, Clary might be small but she is one feisty girl. Especially when you beat her at a board game while drunk.

Jace cleared his throat teasingly, “As I was saying we could order something or I could make something.”

You raised your eyebrows, “You can cook?”

“And bake.” Jace added, seemingly not at all offended by his partner's words.

“Since when?”

“Since forever. My father wanted me to be very diverse in my skills, that includes culinary arts.” He stopped for a moment, “And how to sing the entire abc’s in fifteen seconds.”

You were going to comment on that but Jace sat up, and you closed your mouth.

“Shall we?” He held out his hand for you

You chuckled and took his hand, “I suppose we shall.”

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The kitchen was reasonably enormous. With the amount of rooms the institute held it only made for the kitchen to be such an extended space.

Jace let go of your hand and went over the fridge.

When you saw him eyeing the leftovers you spoke up, “I thought you were supposed to be showing off your excellent chef skills.”

Jace looked towards, amused, “I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about lunch in the process.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.

Jace looked at the fridge, deep in the thought, then he grinned.

You raised your eyebrows, “What’s that look?”

Jace looked at you, “What look?”

You point at him, “That one. It makes me nervous.”

He smirked, “I make you nervous?”

“Wha- You know what I mean.” You said

His smirk didn’t fade, “Of course I do.”

You watched him as he walked to the cabinets and began searching through them.

He glanced back at you, “Make yourself comfortable, darling. Perfection takes time.”

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You lost track of the time. You mostly talked to Jace while he worked. Jace was a good multi-tasker. He told you some old stories (some you were sure he made up) as he continued his work.

Like fighting, Jace moved smoothly throughout the kitchen. Never knocking anything over, or burning himself, or stopping to make sure he had added the right thing into the pan. You were a little jealous.

“Go sit at the table.” Jace said

Twenty minutes later he brought over a tray of food. You felt a bit like royalty in that moment.

The food looked amazing, you had believed him when he said he could cook and bake but you were very pleasantly surprised.

If it looked amazing, it certainly smelled even better.

The tray was full of the kind of food you’d see in a movie. There was a mixture of fruits, fluffy pancakes, a little cup full of syrup, another of chocolate chips. It even had a little cup full of your favorite candy. There was chocolate syrup in another cup.

Jace leaned over you with a whipped cream can in hand and made a little swirl on top of your pancakes. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as well.

You looked up at him, jaw dropped. He only smirked in return, validated by your expression.

“Wow, Jace, this is…amazing.” You said for a lack of a better word.

“I told you.” He said

He took a couple of the mixed fruits from your plate and popped them into his mouth.

You raised an eyebrow at him, but he only took another, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“Now,” He pushed the tray towards you, “try it so you can tell me more about how jaw dropping I am.”

“I did not say jaw dropping.” You said

His smirk was still ever so present, “You didn’t have to, darling.”

You cast one more glare towards him before adding what you wanted to your pancakes and taking a bite.

It was really good.

You couldn’t help but moan in delight.

“I take it I am as good as I know I am.” Jace said

“I admit, this is really fantastic.” You said

“Fantastic, hm? I like that.” He said, “Since I made it I suppose it’s only fair if I try it, right?”

You shrugged, he had made a lot of food.

You expected him to take the fork and dig into the pancakes, not to pull you into his lap and kiss you.

He swallowed your gasp of surprise, passionately kissing you until you couldn’t remember the taste of the food.

When he pulled back, you were confused.

He looked at you in thought before saying, “My food is fantastic.”

But the look in his eyes told you he didn’t care at all for the food.

His hands that rested on your hips pulled your lips back to his.

The leftovers from breakfast were put in the fridge for later.

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edited on 05/16/2024

Hello, dear readers!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a fanfic, even though I’ve started a whole bunch and they’re just sitting in my drafts collecting dust. Hopefully, the inspiration to finish them will come back to me.

In the meantime, I wanted to reiterate what I have written on my pinned post: I write when I have inspiration. So if I don’t post for a while, I’m not having any.

I haven’t abandoned this account and hopefully in the upcoming year those drafts will see the light of day.

Make sure to take care of yourself! <3

-a.m

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Red Head vs Demon

The dark skies of your morning start with demon hunting. Then, you accompany your girlfriend to her friends awful music play. WC: 581

Hot Summer Days and Lakes

You and your girlfriend, Clary, decide to spend a hot day at the lake. WC: 897

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McKinnon Family

It’s Canon that the Mckinnon’s are a large family of skilled witches and wizards.

So here’s my McKinnon family headcanons:

Marlene’s dads first marriage was an arranged marriage between another well-respected half-blood family

Her dad is the third of four brothers

Marlene’s dad was a super skilled student while at Hogwarts and was even head boy

Mr. Mckinnon’s first wife was head girl and they actually became good friends throughout their marriage

They had three kids, two girls and one boy

It went; girl, boy, girl

Then Mr. Mckinnon’s ex wife realized she was a lesbian

And by that point both Marlene’s dad and his ex wife were just like screw our parents wishes, and they separated

But they remained really good friends and are healthy co-parents

So Marlene has a really cool aunt/godmother/?step-mom?

She is Marlene and her little siblings godmother

Marlene’s mother is a muggle

So at first her parents marriage was really scandalous amongst her paternal grandparents

But they got over it and actually have a decent relationship with Marlene’s mother

Marlene is the first kid between both her parents

She has two little brothers

The brother after her is a lot like Marlene

While their youngest is like this angel

Marlene’s older siblings are super cool too

Her older sister (9) gave Marlene her first piercings when she was only 5 and she used the apple and needle method

They were only the standard piercings

Marlene’s eldest sister (12)was watching them and their brother (10) and was horrified when she found out

Marlene’s godmother was the first to see them and she was shocked as well

Marlene’s little brother (3) kept pulling at them

Her little brother liked them so much Marlene promised to get him some piercings too

But they all got into a lot of trouble that day so that didn’t happen for a while

But Marlene (10) did end up giving her brother (8) piercings

He just got a couple studs but he really liked them

then their littlest brother (5) wanted one

So they just gave him a stud in his right ear

Their older sister (14) was very impressed

Their eldest sister (17) had flashbacks

And their older brother (15) had Marlene give him a nose piercing (just a stud, though Marlene offered to do a nose piercing)

Marlene also had to babysit a lot

It was either her brothers or her nieces and nephews

Mckinnon Family:

Micheal McKinnon (1920)

Oswald Mckinnon (1925)

Joseph Mckinnon (1928)

Nicolas Mckinnon (1931)

Joseph Mckinnon + Roseanne Lynch (1928)

August McKinnon (1953)

Anthony Mckinnon (1955)

Adrianna McKinnon (1956)

Joseph Mckinnon +

April Mckinnon (née Perrin) (1930)

Marlene McKinnon (1960)

Miles Mckinnon (1962)

Finnick McKinnon (1965)

Note: I did not write this, the person that did write this has their username at the top.