#the bronze key

[alex-is-the-king-11111]

"At least were going to die together" hhmmm

[secretly-a-catamount]

Arron’s death turned him from the savior (Constantine) into the sacrificial lamb (Jericho), and turned Call from the boy stuck in his counterweight’s shadow (Jericho) into the monster (Constantine).

[the-c41n-instinct]

Screenshots to convince you to read the Magisterium series :D

part three

because I didn't mean to post two ss from the golden tower in a row oops

spoilers ahead

[icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember]

CELIA'S TWO MOTHERS???

LGBTQ PARENTS?? HECK YEHHH

[tourmalinaer]

did jasper teach them how to mew or something bro

[ashpkat]

little calron doodle for tn !!! cant believe its pride month and i havent drawn them yet

[ratunderneathahat]

books can become so funny if you just randomly bleep out words for no fucking reason.

"He wondered if they'd [__] Warren"

" 'We don't know' Naome said 'We swore we'd never [__] anyone, ever.' "

"I could see a group of men [__]ing across the lawn"

"Over his shoulder, I see my mother and Prim [__]ing each other in the doorway"

"Firepaw [__]ed over the brow of a [__]-covered sloped. Greypaw and Revenpaw [__]ed beside him"

"Ida's [__] had gone right up my sleeve and down inside my dress"

" 'You think I can do [__] with a [__], Magnus Chase?' he [__]ed "HURRY UP WITH THAT[__]!' "

" 'Your [__] are stolen and you are inferior' said Master Joseph, his voice thick with [__]. 'You were never meant to [__] [__] [__].' "

[irefy]

Maugris Timeline (part 4/???)

Why Ludmilla? And why does this really matter? *Does* it really matter?

Not particularly. What matters is that there was an evil life after those lives, so we have to take off one of our number. (Leaving us with 16 evil lives to go!) And I hear you now; if it doesn’t matter who it was, then why are you mentioning it? Well, because it gives us a definitive location for Maugris during the time he was Ludmilla. It helps us track Maugris through Europe.

And I’m trying to the best of my ability to find this bitch.

So, again, why Ludmilla?

Well, of the known makars Maugris jumped into, we have definitive names for two.

By my line of thinking, there are only two people it could have possibly been. Ludmilla and that other bitch I can’t remember the name of right now. (Remember the part in Golden Tower where they’re reading through the book of Evil Mages and Call is specifically like: Yea I was these two people? Like SPECIFICALLY them when their name is mentioned? Struck me as odd, because there were a lot of evil mages that were in that book that got read out, but they single out Specifically Them. Two mages. And hey what do you know, I just so happened to have places for two breaks in my theory. And hey what do you know, they had to be two renowned people who would have been recognized. AND HEY, WHAT DO YOU KNOW, CALL REMEMBERED THEIR NAMES SPECIFICALLY WHILE HE WAS BEING BOMBARDED WITH MEMORIES AND WAS DISORIENTED AS HELL, IMPLYING THEY WERE IMPORTANT. THE MAGISTERIUM IS NEVER MENTIONED TO HAVE HISTORY CLASSES, OR LIKE EVIL MAGE HISTORY CLASSES OR ANYTHING. HOW ELSE WOULD HE KNOW THEM IF NOT FROM HIS OWN MEMORY? IS THIS A STRETCH? YES. BUT ITS WHAT IM GOING WITH BECAUSE ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS LINING UP MAKES ME FEEL INSANE.) For a while, I was pretty much at a dead end. There isn’t much in the books about Maugris’ past lives, aside from Call’s confirmation that he was definitely Ludmilla and definitely that other bitch. Pretty much all we know about Ludmilla was that she set a hoard of beetles on Prague in revenge against her best friend’s ex husband. (Which is…weirdly specific and not at all specific at the same time. It tells me everything and nothing. Like it tells me that at the time divorce was possible.)

So, with no more canon material to dig through, I turned to the real world instead. And oh what do you know, there was a beetle outbreak in Prague in the 1870s.

Coincidence? I. THINK. NOT!!!!

(Actually yes. I think yes. No way in hell were Holly Black and Cassandra Claire researching beetle outbreaks in Prague while writing this. Or if they were, (hell, maybe that’s where the idea came from) they weren’t doing their math. That’s what this series is built off, I swear. A bunch of coincidences that just so happen to kind of line up sometimes.)

So, Ludmilla curses her friends ex husband in 1870, and Maugris hears about her sometime between then and 1884, which is when he makes the jump. I’m guessing Ludmilla did this, had 14 years to get notorious for it (and likely called all kinds of things and villainized—the past hasn’t exactly been kind to woman). Maugris saw all the chaos (hah. Chaos.) decided he needed in on that, and became her. Where was he for those fourteen years? No idea. As we get farther and farther from established canon, it gets harder and harder to track things in ways that don’t involve a bunch of guessing. Finding concrete answers was hard before, but it’s damn near impossible now. All I can hope now is that my leaps in logic are just that: logical.

Feel free to disagree with those leaps of logic. I am aware that some of my arguments here are not the most structurally sound in some areas. Hopefully it doesn’t totally break the theory.

My personal guess for why Ludmilla was remembered so well even though she did something that would be…not insignificant to the people affected but doesn’t really matter to everyone else is a combination of sexism and discrimination against makars in Europe that would have been going on at the time—either she was the reason they were banned or they were banned before her and she spent her childhood/teens hiding it and it was eventually revealed when she snapped and did what she did. It would make sense for her to be remembered well enough to be one of the names that were pulled from the book in Golden Tower if she was the reason Makars were banned in Europe. That would make sense as the reason that after her is a bunch of rest lives. Maugris stirred up too much shit all at once, and to keep people from catching on our skeleton stealer took a break.

Next time, I’m going to get into some more evil lives, and maybe try and better figure out what the fuck he was doing for the 14 years his ass was missing.

On a scale from 1-10 how insane do I sound?

Timeline

-Cold Massacre in 2002

-Constantine gets a soul replacement in 1998

-Maugris leaves Europe in 1971

-woman gets her body stolen in 1966

-Maugris body hops in 1930

-Maugris body hops in 1912

-Maugris body hops in 1899

-Makars get banned in Europe somewhere between 1884 and 1899 (maybe? This is my best guess, but I could be totally wrong about that)

-Maugris body hops into Ludmilla in 1884

-Ludmilla curses her friend’s ex husband in 1870

Years of Body Stealing (so far)

~134

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[unyieldingwings]

Thoughts while reading the Golden Tower.

Tamara’s parents suck. Like seriously. They fucking suck.

This weird relationship between Call and Tamara is OUT OF PLACE. Where the fuck did that even come from?

CELIA IS A FUCKING BITCH. I HATE HER.

AARON STEWART MY SWEET BOY. I LOVE READING YOUR THOUGHTS.

Jasper is iffy to me now. All his progress before got lost. Idk what to think of him now.

Gwenda is kinda funny.

[theenemyod]

Magisterium au where Call never stops suspecting Aaron of being the spy

[captainbrookeworm]

1000 Subscriber Special!!!!

Thanks to @ampersandthewiz for helping me color the frames, and thanks to him and @herthinkersmanana for voice acting!!!

[alex-is-the-king-11111]

@captain-fishface777 *cutely drops a chandelier on your head*

[secretly-a-catamount]

  Water is eternal. It cannot be created. It cannot be destroyed.

  Water is ancient. It fell from the heavens at the beginning of the world encased in rock, and, once it was freed, drowned the flames and ash. It falls to the earth still, a cycle that cannot be broken, an ouroboros eating its own tail.

  Water is all-encompassing, everywhere. It is present in ever living thing. It seeps into that which is believed to be dead but is not.

  Water births.

  Water sustains.

  Water kills.

  The man walked up the misted dock with an assurance that could only be granted by absolute power; someone who was used to taking what he wanted, the very mountains crumbling beneath his will. His skin was paler than sun-bleached bone, and his hair was the color of burnished gold and fell in tousled waves to his coat collar. He wore black clothing, blacker boots, and a dark gray jacket that accentuated his musculature well, silver buttons neatly fastened through ever hole atop his wrists and up the deceptively delicate, almost swan-like curve of his throat. His blood ran slowly through his veins, each beat of his heart punctured by a wound that would never heal.

  He stopped halfway down the dock, hellfire-green eyes scanning the partially obscured surface of the lake, and spoke.

  “I need you to do something for me.”

  The trees did not answer, gnarled roots and trunks bent, arms burdened with leaves bending down to be swallowed by the water, but the man had not expected them to. The mist did not answer either, but he had not expected it to, anymore than the trees. The wind, faint and weak, running the incorporeal tendrils of its fingers down his neck, didn’t answer, but he had not expected it to anymore than he had the trees and the mist.

  “I said: I need you to do something for me.”

  We heard you the first time, the response came from everywhere and nowhere, a thousand voices speaking as one but slightly overlapping, the angry buzz of bees, the deafening patter of raindrops against a metal roof, the howl of a hurricane, waves crashing against the shore, who are you, to think you can command the Element of Water?

  “I’m the Enemy of Death.”

  A moment of silence, then a loud crack as the end of the dock splintered off, then a thump as a mangled corpse pulled itself from the churning depths and heaved itself onto the splintered end of the dock.

  The mage gasped and staggered back, watching as the animated corpse dragged itself towards him with the nasty scraps of bone against wood, and the wet slaps of wood against rotted flesh. The water, splintered boards, rusted nails, vegetation, and silt, came with it, reconstructed its body as it went.

  By the time the Devoured was erected and whole, the Enemy of Death had composed himself again to the point of neutrality.

  The Devoured smiled like a predator, the vines wrapped around her bones and ruptured flesh acting as muscles and ligaments, her remaining bits of skin splitting at the movement, peeling away from her ruined body. Blood and oil leaked from her empty eye sockets, and her black hair twisted around her form like a shroud. She was vaguely humanoid, vaguely feminine, and vaguely young. She wore the tattered remains of a Golden Year uniform and a Magisterium wristband.

  “Hello, Tamara.”

  Hello, Aaron.

[the-c41n-instinct]

i need a Magisterium fic where Call becomes a Devoured of Air

that one scene in (was it Iron Trial or Copper Gauntlet? idk) one of the earlier books where the Iron Trio are learning to make themselves float with air magic and Call loses himself in thought, thinking about how amazing it feels, how his leg doesn't hurt, how easy it would be to be Devoured by Air

I wanna see him Devoured. Preferably before books 3 or 4

Single line of spoilers for The Golden Tower below the cut

Make Call the Devoured of Air instead of Alistair

[icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember]

I'M CRYING

AARON

AARON NO

THIS ISN'T ALLOWED

[constantinemaddeswife]

Tamara: what would YOU do if you were on a date with a girl?

Aaron Stewart, professional gay: uhm. Whatever. Whatever she wants. I guess. Uhm. *gay panic*