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Monster Fucker May

It’s May!! And that means it’s time for Monster Fucker May.  All you monster fuckers it is your time to shine.  We have a list of 10 prompts, but of course you are welcome to submit your own fics which fit the theme this month!!  This event will run from May 1st to May 31st.  We look forward to seeing what you create!

We are accepting all fandom works from moodboards to fics and anything in between!

Just remember to:

Tag @tolkienpinupcalendar

Use the tag #tpcmonsterfuckermay

And send the link to our smut-mission page

If you want, you can also add (fic or art) your creation to our AO3 Collection!

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sketch

#oooh lovely #other people's amazing art

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Ingegno or Amor victorious, Giuseppe Maria Crespi, 1694-99

#Eönwë vibe #< yes

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I was getting ready for the most menacing and majestic table bang so you can hear me across the sea, but then I remembered that all my neighbors are asleep and would be really spooked😭🤣

For once, the time zone is in my favor! My neighbors are yet awake! *Bangs table, jabs finger in the air*

(Only not really I have a very nosy neighbor who would have Questions.)

#< absolutely <3 #god this makes me want to write about my lil lawyer maia again haha

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#< i accept the date #if you want a fight i'm gonna have to ask you to surrender #i accept either a white flag or panties as a token of goodwill

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Sometimes a character is misunderstood within the narrative, sometimes a character is written to be misunderstood within the narrative, but the fandom has misunderstood them in the opposite direction, and sometimes a character is misunderstood by the fandom, but was actually never written to be misunderstood

#random thoughts #fandom #meta #writing #character writing #fanon #canon vs fanon #canon vs headcanon #in case someone is hoping this is about something specific: nope #you choose your own fanventure here

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#< wise choice #don't fight a demon during blood moon

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One of these things is not like the others

(via)

#eonwe trying to fit in

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#< 😂😂😂😂😂

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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

#rogue ainur in middle-earth core

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His Undulations

#need manwe dancing like that

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#< sounds good but you might lose simply due to my singing voice being unbearable XD

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#who are you charging with crimes??? #< hmm #i'd leave that to navequen #a prosecuting maia should know who did what #you two could honestly just bring one person to defend and he'd figure out what to prosecute XD

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#< 👀👀👀👀👀👀 #😏

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#< can we do it ace attorney style? :D #i want to point fingers and hit tables #we can also include our ocs #i have a prosecutor hahaha

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I love your fanfics, Feanor/Fingolfin, and about your WIPs, I'm excited for Fëanáro reborn, an interesting idea, but I'm really curious about "Fëanor/Melkor/&Fingolfin", what does this mean? A threesome? A love triangle? What is the premise?

Oh my god anon... this got lost in my inbox, I'm sorry! Anyway, I'll tell you a bit about this one.

A while back I had this idea to make yet another Fëanor/Fingolfin story but with a darker, angstier background: by Melkor's influence or watchfulness. I wrote quite a bit of it - the beginning, when Melkor arrives at Formenos, and a later sequence which I am quite proud.

“I came looking for the hospitality your brother denied me.” “I have no brothers.” Melkor chuckles. “Yes, this one would quite agree with you.” Fëanáro frowns and half-turns, throwing Melkor a cautious look over the shoulder. “What do you mean?” “So tell me, Curufinwë, does it pay off being the most talented elf to have ever lived and the one with less popularity?” Fëanáro looks at him fully. “Your riddles tire me. Speak plainly if you wish the same from me.” “There is no riddle. You know them to be the truth.” “The half-brother whom you claim to hate is not as talented but he revels in the graces of his people. Your people.” An image of Nolofinwë springs in Fëanáro’s mind, one he knows is not his own: Nolofinwë lies in bed, alone and undressed. “I do not need to pry into his privacy,” Fëanáro growls and the image momentarily dispels. “Are you certain?” Melkor’s voice is silk on his skin and fire in his veins. “This brother of yours always has your name at the tip of his tongue. Especially when he is like this.” Another unbidden image, and this time Nolofinwë is touching himself with one hand, while the other is hidden beneath his buttocks. His whole body quivers as he spills and screams Fëanáro’s name.” “Tsc, it is bad propaganda to have such a degenerate Prince, don’t you agree?” Melkor leers over him and, for a moment, Fëanáro has the impression that his tongue lolls out, forked and as black as his pupils.

I don't know if I'll ever finish this lol but, as I said, I quite like this bit - hope you like it as well :D

#oooh this is lovely! #i certainly hope you continue sometime <3