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mayakimayahai · 1 year ago

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Sona?

Part 2 (prequel to kill lady)

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An: 3 weeks later...sorry okay I'm sorry but yeah okay I don't have an excuse, the first half was hard to write and the second half I wrote in one sitting so yeah- well enjoy (this is a mess I'm sorry)

Summary: they see each other for the first time and can't take thier eyes off each other

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She put a hand against her forehead imitating a shield in hopes that it will protect her from the mighty sun

She wasn't used to Bangalore's weather but one thing was clear, her gaze shifted down to look at herself

The saree was not a good decision

She was told to disguise herself to the point where nobody should even think that she could be capable of kill someone

A white saree and her glasses that she wore after a century felt weird but they were perfect to portray her as the innocent lamb

But an assassin always knows

You can never really hide your true nature

This is what she was born to do

What she was taught to do since she was a child

She stood patiently despite the sun hurting her eyes, tapping her feet against the pavement she looked back at her hotel

She was just a few steps away from the entrance waiting for her employer- or rather his son she was told?

She checked her watch for the millionth time taking deep breaths to keep herself calm while she looked down the road in anticipation

She got a call this morning telling her to get up and dressed, they were going to see him today

She didn't think much of it, thier sources told them that they guy the hired to kill the previous owner had decided to take the throne for himself

Her job here was to eliminate that threat to their throne

Should be easy enough

Her curiosity and impatience was growing with each passing second

The winds blew with the screeching of the tires as atleast ten luxury cars came into view making her tap her foot against the road waiting as she slowly lost patience

About four cars passed her the fifth one stopping near her, she glared as he rolled the window down

Her jaw clenched, knuckles almost white as he looked at her raising an eyebrow as to why she wasn't already in the car

He looked her top to bottom, inviting his own death "get in the car will you, we don't have all day" he said wearing his sunglasses back

The tone in his voice implied that he owned her or something, she took a deep breath

These rich kids really needed someone to knock some sense into them

Just a pair of tweezers and she would show him what begging for death feels like

She gave him a tight smile opening the door and getting inside

She wasn't hazel

I'm a professional

Yes professional. She repeated again and again in her head

But kamal had much a punchable face she was genuinely curious as to how he had survived this long, especially with a personality like that

"They sent you?" He said eyeing her up and down again making her clench her jaw as she flashed one of her business smiles again

"You have read my file yes?" She asked with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes

Why him? Couldn't they have sent someone decent?

They were really testing her

"I don't think you'll be able to do that job" he huffed a laugh "i mean look at your fragile little self" he shook his head "koi tumhe kyu bhejega?" He said

She smiled looking at her hands in her lap "kyunki tumse tumhara kaam nahi ho raha"

The roads weren't the best here and she wasn't exactly a fan of them but they were working in her favor today

As a bump in the road approached she dug her heal into the car mat while his forehead hit the shearling wheel making her smirk as she looked out her window

The sun still shined high as she looked at the unfamiliar land they were approaching

Giant rocky mountains, nothing but dust and dirt

No sign of life

Her eyes turned to him with a questioning look on her face

Deep breaths maya deep breaths

We don't kill our employers

There was noticing in sight

The place was a dead land

She had half her mind thinking this was an ambush ready to pull out her knife at any point, but why?

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips

Her eyes almost popping out at the sight infront of her

She had tried to paint a picture in her mind about what this place would look like

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her

Did mines actually look like this? Her eyes ached from all the dust flying off with the cars but that didn't stop her from looking out the window

How could she get herself to stop when

It was a whole another city

In the middle of nowhere

She was after a man that was sent to kill the owner of this place

Alone

A single man killed the holder of the throne in his own territory

She had more respect for him than these incompetent people who couldn't do the job themselves

If she had morals she could never bring herself to kill that guy

But alas

Money concurs all it seems, And she had a job to do

She liked power

And someone who was able to acquire so much of it? She was sure she would like him too

That's part of the reason to took this mission

He was a challenge she was sure she would enjoy

The car stopped making her look up to see an impressive maybe a little too excessive mansion which seemed more like a castle from where she stood

Her eyes shined with delight at the sight

They got out of the car making her return to her senses

She was still mesmerized by it all but she had better things to worry about at the moment

She adjusted her glass hitching them higher on her nose while he stood near her fixing his suit

"Yeh sab" he pointed at the castle infront of them "mera hai" he smirked making her huff out a laugh

She liked people who had determination and confidence

But this guy? He was overconfident

If he could have all of this then they wouldn't have needed that guy or her for that point

They came to a stop near three much older men, two of them eyeing her like she wasn't from earth

"If anyone can do the job it's her" Andrews assured Kamal and guru pandiyan who looked maya from top to bottom

He scoffed looking at andrews the disappointment clear on his face, he turned to her "you think you can take the one who challenged us all?" He huffed walking ahead

She took a sharp breath letting her hair rest on her back, the old man with a cross nodded at her as if telling her it was time to become madhura

She huffed shaking her head

They were making it seem like she didn't know how to do her job

The were all so worked up, the nervousness was clear on thier faces even with thier best attempts to hide it

"We let him do the work for us and will now shoot him to claim what is ours" he chuckled

She frowned but kept walking

They all walked up the stairs, she curiously eyed the people standing with thals waiting to welcome them

Distracted with them her ankle twisted but she caught herself with the railing, the giant staircase truly made her realize how hard it was to walk in a saree

"Main kuch madad karu?" His voice made her face scrunch up as she stood tall once again

"Tumse?" She chuckled passing him up the stairs

Sure she couldn't kill him but there was no need to make nice with incompetent people who can't do thier job right

He snarled while she walked up the stairs with ease, one of her hands on the pleats of her saree to keep it out of her feet

"Jis chattan ko toodna tha sirf uski mazbooti ke bare main soch rahe the, lekin usse toodne wale hathode ki mazbooti ab pta chal rahi hai"

"Ab uss hathode ko kaise toodna hai uski soch" the older man said making maya frown as she looked at the other two

She wanted to hear more

She wanted to know more

Who was he? What did he want?

Usse bheja tha garuda ko marne par vo gya tha kgf lene?

Was it wrong that she was starting to admire him? She would still kill him so there was no harm in that correct?

They reached the doors with 4 men around them holding guys, sweeping past them they shifted inside the room with dark walls, a conference table in the middle of it with a window overlooking the empire

It was like a breath of fresh air looking over such a well crafted structure

Folding her arms across her chest she stood there infront of the window

This is what they are willing to kill over?

She smiled, she must say they had good taste

Who wouldn't kill for this

The sound of the helicopter made her look over her shoulder towards the door

Not wanting to move from her stop

Not wanting to stop

Wanting to know everything

She gave up turning towards the door awaiting the man's arrival like the rest of them

The anticipation was killing her as the door opened revealing the bright light

She shielded her eyes but couldn't help but look

The black suit came into view making her eyes shine

She couldn't quite make out his features due to the limited lighting in the room but she could see him

Everyone stood and watch as he came forward reveling himself entirely taking a few steps towards her making her rise a brow as a curve appeared at the corner of his lips

He came closer

And closer

Walking a circle around her holding her eyes as he sat down at the head of the table

Her eyes were on him while everyone else's were on her curiously watching as to what that little stunt of his was

If only she knew

"Hey Deva dekhna iss kursi ke liye koi aur sar na kate" his voice came making her turn and stand next to the older men

One of the workers came forward towards the man in white "rocky, garuda ko marne wala yahi hai" she eyed them but he caught her attention once again

She could feel his gaze on her

Making her look up at him

He smirked but it was shortlived as her eyes shifted again taking in her surroundings

So they hadn't seen him before?

"Aare basa re basa darr aur izzat toh dil main honi chaheye" the man at the top of the table flashed a charming smile making the corner of her lip turn up

He truly was something else

This was going to he fun

She stood next to the men sitting infront of him fixing her glasses better on her nose

The small bowls of fire were the only thing providing the much needed light to the room

She still couldn't see him properly

It bothered her a little

She wanted to know more

She wanted to know everything there was to know about this guy

It wasn't common for someone to peek her interest like this

But he was different after all

Everything about him was different

"Aare sabke thobade kyu latke hain? Jaghan ke liye naya hu, field main nahi" a smirked touched his lips

"Aye ek gya toh doosra aake baith gya isko khokho samjha hai kya" Kamal spoke making her eyes turn to him

So he wasn't all talk after all

"Hamare baap logo ne apna saamrajya mehefooz rakhne ke liye he hume paida kiya hai koi bahar wala aake baith jaye aur hum ghaas cheelte baithe?" He leaned back his jaw clenched

She rubbed her forehead

His annoying voice made her head hurt

Why couldn't she just put a bullet in his head again?

The other man on the other hand looked like he was enjoying playing with these people like his puppets "nepotism? Yeh kya ho raha hai hamare desh main jahan dekho recommendation, donation, domination, influence, ghoos, baap ka naam ab gareeb ke bache kya kare, mehenat karke first rank lane wala kya kare, bina ghoos liye kaam karne wala officer kya kare, hal chalane wala kya kare, AKELA GHUS KE SAR KATNE WALA KYA KARE" he let his fist hit the table leaning back with fury in his eyes

"Merit se aae hain bhai aapon ko bhi thoda respect de na bhai, tumhare baap logo ne sab sahi kiya, lakin ek mistake kar di, tum sabko mere time par paida kar diya, main raaj karta rahoonga tum sab ghaas cheelte rehana hun? What do you say sona?" He looked at her noticing her smile

She looked away for a second but when turned back his eyes were still on her

The smile on her lips vanished but it was too late he had already noticed it

Noticed her

Their eyes met his looking at her like she was something else he could take over and hers looking at him amused

"Kon hai tu?" An amused smile broke out on his lips as he frowned not being able to place her

There was no way he would forget someone like her

She looked at the male in the white for an answer "hamare liye kaam karti hai" he nodded making the man at the top of the table frown

"Dekha nahi kabhi?" He asked tilting his head to examine crossing one leg over the other and leaning on one side of the chair

"Abhi join kiya hai" the older male spoke for her

"Naam kya hai tera?" He raised his eyebrows leaning against the table his elbows on each side of it

The man was about to speak for her again but he stopped him, shaking his head he pointed his finger at her

"Madhura"

she spoke and something inside him snapped

It was as if he didn't expect her to actually speak

"Madhu" he repeated a smile streched out on his lips

"Mere liye kaam kar, bohot danger hai yeh sab log" he spoke smiling "aur vaise bhi itni badi company chalane wale ko ek company toh chaheye na" a sinister smile broke out on those lips

"You are my entertainment sona" he said making Kamal get up his jaw clenched "aye bass kar bohot charbi chadhi hai tabse dekh raha hu kutte ke tarah bhooka ja raha hai, hamari ladki ke bare main baat karega" that made her head snap in his direction

Since when was she their girl?

She looked at Andrews eyes burning with fire making him back up a bit as he nodded putting a hand over his arm "kamal kya kar raha hai baith ja" his panicked voice did nothing for him to back down, it was like this guy had a death wish

"Vo teri entertainment hai kya vo? chup baithe hain toh zada he foodak raha hai" maya took a deep sigh knowing what was about to happen

She didn't care enough to stop it but it seemed Andrews cared a lot

"kya kar rahe ho baith jao" he spoke again but went unnoticed

"Apni aukat janta hai tu? Bombay ki galiyo main shoe polish karke chillar pe jeene wala keeda hai tu" the man tried to stop him again getting up but he pushed him down

Maya frowned looking up at the man again

Was he truly who kamal said he was?

Did he really manage to get all this while being that person?

Did a simple guy went from polishing shoes to sitting on the throne of one of the most powerful empires in the world just like that?

If there was a doubt before it was clear now

The respect she had for him increased and the urge to kill Kamal intensified

"vo hai teri aukat, aapne uss din rok diya isiliye aaj hamare saamne rob jama ke baitha hai" another guy from the side tried to stop him aswell putting a hand on his arm calling his name

Why did everybody care about this guy so much? If someone wants to die this much let them

He shoved the guy off "don't touch me jiski jo aukat hai usse vahi rehena chaheye kooda khane wale kutte ko singhasan par bitha ke khel dekh rahe ho hun? Us bin bach gya aaj nahi bachega iski maut mere hatho hogi ISKI MAUT MERE HATHO HOGI-"

A gun shot was heard stopping the guy from saying anything further

Maya stood there unfazed she knew this was about to happen, infact she was waiting for it

She looked down as a pool of blood started to form at her feet

Tsk my saree, she stepped aside holding her pleats as to not get blood at the bottom of them

She took a deep breath looking at the man who did this

She was truly grateful

It wasn't exactly ethical to shoot your client so it was good that he did it for her

The silence streched out in the room as everyone looked at the body on the ground

But her eyes were only on him

"Kidhar tha main?" He said still holding the gun up, the rest of them turned to him listening carefully as to what he was going to say

"Entertainment haan you will be my entertainment sona" he put the gun away getting up from his chair

"Aye kahi nahi jayega tu" one of the older men said making the guards behind point thier guns at him for even suggesting that

But he stopped them "aye aye aye aye kya re partners hain re aise ek ek karke udh gye toh dhanda kon Sambhalega"

The space fell silent again as his eyes reached her again making her look at him

The older man spoke again "garuda ko marne ke liye ek rocky paida kiya toh iss rocky ko marne ke liye ek aur rocky paida kar sakte kya"

The man infront of her smile his face scrunched up

"mera baap se he nahi hua toh mere baap ki kasam kissi se bhi nahi hoga" he faced him

"one and only piece" he smiled putting on his sunglasses as he walked out

He walked out leaving everyone in the room stunned looking at each other's faces

Hoping one of them would say something

Do something

The body was dragged away

Andrews looking at her making her nod as she made her way out

Now was the time

What she had been waiting for

A smile streched out across her face

This was gonna be fun

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Did I forget anyone? I'm so sorry if I did

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ghostmaldo · 10 months ago

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𓇢𓆸 Spiderverse hc: Giving them flowers with GN!Reader 𓇢𓆸

*Shrugs* I think their neat and I have no creativity to make my own spider-sona so I offer this instead 💖

No warnings, Just fluff, Can be read platonically or romantically. Remember, friends can give each other flowers and its not gay to kiss your homies goodnight.

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Ask Box open 💙

Playlist I listened to while writing this: https://youtu.be/LWqT5xWzQ2k?si=_mFj6LztUIBaZWOr

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~Maldo

🕸️ Miles Morales 🕸️ (In a universe where he joins the spider-society)

~It’s been a busy day combating the anomalies sprouting through the multitude of universe. And with the spot still heavily on the lose and hiding within those thousands of universe… Let’s just say its been a hard day for a young man named Miles Morales

~His in the lunch room scouring for something to snack on before Miguel sends him on another goose chase or finally decides to send him home for a few days. Miles becomes a bit startled when he feels a soft pat on his shoulder. Too distracted in his own mind to have realized someone was approaching him.

~Oh, (Y/N)! Hey, sorry I didn’t see you there.” He chats with them for a little while before realizing they’ve got a hand hidden behind their back. Though he can clearly see the red and black roses peeking from behind their back. “Whatcha got there?”

~(Y/N) smiles, claiming they found these roses during one of their patrols and decided they were just right for him. They’d noticed Miggy (A nickname they call him just to get on his nerves) working him especially hard these last few days and wanted to give him a pick me up.

~Placing the roses in his hand, Miles is speechless. His never really received a full bouquet of his own aside from his family members. He stares at the petals for a long while. He can smell the black spray paint on some of the petals and it makes that much more special to him that (Y/N) put in the small detail to match his suit. This be far puts the pep back in his step.

~”Wow! Thank you (Y/N)! It’s great! I’ll make sure these don’t get ruined.”

~He gently places them in his locker until Miguel does send him home. And one he does arrive home, he has his mom help to put them in a special flower vase on the kitchen counter.

Mrs: Morales: ��These are pretty Miles! Que lindo’s! Who gave them to you?”

Miles: A friend *smiles*

🕸️ Gwen Stacy 🕸️

~(Y/N) and Gwen arrange to have a friendly outing on a particular warm day. She texts them shes at the shop they decided to meet. After a few minutes of them going without a response back, she starts to look for them. Quickly spotting the back of their shirt/jacket/cloak/etc. they normally decide to wear. They seemed hunched over a bit, focused on something out of her sight.

~”Hey you, I sent you a message- What are you doing?” (Y/N) makes an attempt to cover up what they have like a child caught with something they aren’t suppose to have. Even so, Gwen easily spots the blue and pink hues covering the tips of their fingers. She lets out a soft chuckle with a raised brow. “Busy?”

~Unable to hide it any longer, (Y/N) reveals the white rose with messily done spots of blue and pink through the petals they wanted to give to Gwen as a surprise. “For me?” She takes the flower gingerly into her hands and admires the work. Being as friends are hard to come by for her, she can’t help but instantly swing her arm around (Y/N) shoulder and bring them in for a half hug. “You too much you know that? But I like it! Are there mooore flowers? Come on! I wanna make you one too! Got any more markers?”

~She sticks the flower in her hair to keep it safe from being damage. Then takes the next few minutes to make an equally as messy flower made of (Y/N) favorite colors. “There! Now we match!”

~After the outing, Gwen places the flower in a cup of water. Even after the petals have long dried she keeps them in a special box she opens from time to time. She really cherishes the object and the petals still carry a sweet scent.

Hobie Brown:

~On a random Tuesday afternoon when (Y/N) is hanging out with Hobie at his place (Where ever that might be). Perhaps (Y/N) ran out to replenish snacks before some friends came over for movie night. One the way back, they saw the yellow roses of sitting in the garden of a government building and well… the rest is history.

~Upon returning, Hobie hears the door opening. He sits up from his place on the couch and goes to meet them.

~“Took you long enough, I was about to go and look for you myself- What’s that?”

~When (Y/N) explains the roses and where they got them from a wide prideful grins appears on his face. “So you jumped the fence and ripped them right out of the ground. Thorns and all? Good on ya! I knew you were a rebel on the inside.” Brings them in for that friends side hug and a ruffles their hair.

~Hangs them upside down somewhere in his place. (I don’t know to me that just seems like something he’d do) And keeps them for as long as they’ll stay intact.

~When he sees them hanging, a fond smile aways appears on his face.

Pavitr Prabhakar: (Thses flowers are more in symbolizem to innocence and a purity)

~Pavitr and (Y/N) are out on patrol together in some form of dimension, keeping an eye out on for anomalies… but anytime with Pavitr is a time spent with much laughter.

~They’ll be on opposite sides of of the city but clogging up the com lines with jokes, banter, and some genuine talk about life. Pavitr is actually in the middle of explaining something and patiently waits for (Y/n) to respond back to him. However, when the silence become a bit to long, he parks himself on a building. “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you alright?”

~He breaths a deep sigh of relief when (Y/N) voice finally comes through. “You were starting to scare me! Don’t do that!” (Y/N) might have to spend a few extra minutes coming up with an explanation as to not ruin the surprise they have. Though he may question why they suddenly want to meet up with him. His mind immediately making assumption that they might be hurt and need help.

~And yet again his relieved to see they are unharmed. (Y/N) instantly present the basket of white flowers to him. The flowers are practically glowing under the moon.

~”For me? Oh my goodness! (Y/N) you should have! But thank you! Wow! These are so elegant! Let’s run to my house so I can put them away properly. Shhh! Don’t tell Miguel!

~He places the flower on the window seal in his kitchen as he feels it really brings the room to life and he can gaze upon him every morning when he has chai with his family Whaaat i had to sneak it in it was my favorite part of the movie-

🕸️Miguel O’Hara 🕸️ (I love this grumpy cat-)

~It’s been several days since Miguel had gotten a decent nights sleep. The screen’s were greatly starting to burn his eyes to the point they were watering if he gazed upon them too long. Begrudgingly, he was forced to walk away less his eyes balls literally felt out of his skull.

~He sluggishly made his way to the cafeteria to refresh himself with a warm cup of coffee and some warm food to settle his belly. Hoping it would help him feel better. Though, it seems it only takes one particular person, about the only person he can tolerate in the later hours perks his mood entierly.

~He welcomes them to sit and chat for a moment before he has to return to his work, as much as he dosen’t want to.

~Before he does go, (Y/N) presents the arrangements of marigold flowers to him. The petals are a bright orange and blooming beautifully. At first, Miguels at a loss of words. His nimble fingers reach out to take the arrangement and bringing it closer to him. The sweet natural scent of the flowers hitting his sense like a truck… His never received flowers like this before…

~Then, the ghost of a small smile up lifts the corners of his mouth. Suddenly the dark circles under his eyes don’t seem so deep. “T-Thank you, Este es un regalo maravilloso (This is a wonderful gift).”

~Bidding them farewell, Miguel carries the flowers back to his working area. Before doing anything, he finds a place for the flowers to safely reside in, but in a place he can still see them from time to time.

~And its just like that his screens don’t seem to be such an eye sore anymore.

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starssecret · 1 year ago

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Y/N! These are my designs for Y/N to create a sense of continuity lol so I can still use some descriptive words lol

Hey! I have more information out now about them and their partners!

I’ve nicknamed Y/N after what pet names they’re called. So it wouldn’t get repetitive with Y/N and I’m taking these to be as Gender neutral as possible. But there are only so many names T~T

left to right- top to bottom:

Starshine and Sunshine for Classic

Buns and Hunny for Underswap

Doll and Prince/ss for underfell

Darling and Angel for Swapfell

Lamb and Sugar for Horrortale

Boba and Cocoa for FellSwapGold

under the cut for more!

In a perfect world- I would have a more feminine and a masculine one. But unfortunately I am but one person and 24 designs is a lot T~T so I went for smth androgynous. Though- I wish I could do all of them with hairstyles in both feminine, Masculine, and in both white and poc hair. I have such cute ideas T~T but again- time lol (feel free to ask what they are tho lol)

I tried my hardest to make these match the skelly of choice best I could lol, they're at least color picked lol. And these are supposed to be them like, within the first while of reseting underground. So what they look like for majority of the story. Though I think some of them need a bit of explanation lol (Like the horrors)

And actually, I had done what was at the time, my sona, long time ago in outfits pretty close though mine were a bit feminine to be nuetral. So I actually had some designs in mind when I started! And the nicknames are based on ones I already had in mind lol. So technically Skelly matches Y/N not the other way around lol.

I'm also making these with the assumption they live in Snowdin and it is cold. So that's why it's all pretty covering.

Ok now onto the individual commentary lol

UT:

But ok having matching space names with Meteorite is so cute is it not??? And obviously you're his little starshine <3. I love that I got to incorporate the fluff from his hoodie strings with the earmuffs. I think thats cute <3 and I almost made them pink lol, but to match I went with that grey lol

Sunshine's also a good one, because I think to match up, or even keep up with Rocket you got to be pretty upbeat lol, so Sunshine fits perfectly, and still vaguely matches lol. The outfit is also pretty solid! Still color block

US:

Buns <3 I think Buns and Lucky match pretty well, since Buns is close to and/or short for Bunny, and Rabits foot being Lucky- pretty close match! (Also if you use Bunny, Lucky, Bee, and Hunny, they all almost rhyme lol) But another sporty type! Or again at least upbeat! So a kind of joggers outfit so they don't freeze lol, tho Buns seems like an airy kind of person tbh, so light clothes above ground lol

Hunny and Bee just made so much sense lol, almost a no brainer. Even better, Bee is a super domestic type, so he would so call his S/O Hunny, idk why I chose to spell it Hunny, but I did and it stuck lol. I also love the parka for Hunny, I know the more obvious choice would be for doll, but I think it works well for Hunny and Bee's cozy vibe <3

UF:

Doll- this is one of the names I know is a bit feminine, but idk what else to really use? Shadow is the type to call you 'Doll, Sweetheart, ect' but Sweetheart didn't seem like a good nickname, so I went Doll. And with Doll's design I'm still a little ehhhh on, but it needs to be gender neutral so it's what I got lol. Originally Doll had an off the shoulder sweater, with the same knitting's pattern down the front, so I had to bring up the neckline lol. But in turn I did give Doll thumb holes in the sweater so like only their fingers show through the top of the sleeve cuff <3 Oh and the collar is to match a head cannon that I like about collars in fell culture showing that someone is taking care of the person wearing it. S/O would be given one quickly to help keep them safe.

Prince/ss was another one that was little difficult, but I think the slash fixes it- at least imo if y'all think otherwise lemme know lol. But Knight is very chivalrous and formal lol, so only the fanciest nicknames for his beloved <3. The outfit was easy though lol, with the general characterization I have for Prince/ss, being that overtime underground they become confident and capable to handle themselves with training under Knight, something bold and kind of aggressive was right for them. Prince/ss has a collar for the same reason Doll does.

SF:

Darling~ easy name choice, something sweet and classy lol matches Chardonnay just right lol, maybe not in theme, but in style. Their outfit was a little more difficult to do so it was different enough from Chardonnay but still matches, and is gender neutral lol. But I settled for tying the jacket in a knot at the waist. If I wasn't jsut doing half bodies rn- I might of made them a small top big pants lol, but also cold lol Darling has a fancy collar lol, Chardonnay is big into jewelry, so obviously he only gives the best lol, it's also got silver and some metal in it to match him lol.

Angel was also a pretty easy name, Silver thinks very highly of his S/O and that they're much better than he deserves, so Angel was a fitting name. Now their outfit was also pretty easy- but I do have some story with it lol. So I've mentioned Silver's underground issues, in the skelly intro post. So underground he's pretty distant underground, doesn't even really believe you're there. So it causes a little heartache, and you're mostly assisted by Chardonnay (who is happy to help the person who got his brother clean at one point-) Angel does have a collar but you can't quite see it, but it's a small thin black one from Chardonnay.

HT:

Now with Lamb things get funky lol, the name was pretty easy, it's not my favorite one, but I think it works lol. But they're already so torn up??? The way I'm setting HT is that they get in some trouble on the way back to the HT bros house, and with Lamb finding Pumpkin quickly they get out better than Sugar. Still scarred but not as bad.

Sugar however was not as lucky- it took Sugar longer to find Muffin, though they did find Muffin first as both brothers were out that day. And Sugar got into more trouble for longer and lost an eye. (Just an aside- but any hairstyle with Sugar has the hair pulled back on the side with the good eye so they can see as much as they can) Sugar's name is cute tho <3 Muffin- even tho being affected by the 'food' is still very sweet, and will still call you sweet things <3 and obviously food is very important to the HT bros so its a high compliment too lol

FSG:

Boba- this one took forever name wise, I thought about smth like Champagne for awhile, but thought it was too many wine names lol. I also tried bubbles or bubbly to reference Champagne but it never worked. I thought about coffee or things like juice, but settle on Boba, like Boba tea, so all the FSG people have drink themed names lol. Outfit was easier though lol, Long overcoat to keep warm, and basic black shirt and dress pants to be formal but still neutral.

Cocoa was an easy name, I thought of it one day and it stuck so hard lol, and it's so cute along side Coffee Bean <3 Outfit I saw while looking for an outfit for Boba and went Oh!!! Cocoa outfit!!! lol It matches Coffee super well too I think <3

Whew! All the Y/N's done! Again feel free to ask questions about their story, personality, ect! Though I hope to make posts about it, these posts take a long time lol (I might roll them out based on AU to make it easier lol) But happy to have these done and out there! :D

#ut au #bad reset best outcome #Y/N #sans x y/n #papyrus x y/n #Undertale #Underswap #Underfell #Swapfell #Horrortale #Fellswap gold

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toxycodone · 5 months ago

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Oughhghh been thinking about petplay recently, specifically with the 2nd beastkinsona I conceptualized for that Kabru fic. A little bit of backstory I made for them because it’s kinda relevant to the dynamic: this sona is mixed with a shapeshifter (the ones that read minds and create illusions out of leaves). They saw the people that owned them as their family, but knew because of their mind reading abilities that the feeling wasn’t mutual, even though they were outwardly very affectionate to Shifter, praising them, giving gifts, etc… They only did this as a means of keeping control over them. Shifter is convinced for a long time that they can earn genuine love from them if they keep using their powers for whatever unsavory things they ask for, before eventually being like “fuck these guys, actually. They only love me for my cool and awesome mind powers and illusions. I’m out of here.”

Anyways, Shifter meets Kabru and IMMEDIATELY dislikes him because they can see how he sees them in his mind, and it doesn’t match how he acts towards them, and it reminds them of their “family”. They can’t stand his fake ass. But then when their annoying self-absorbed ass actually manages to pull a genuine reaction of distaste from him, they have to pause and evaluate some things about themself because why was that kinda….. 🥴 cus they’re so used to being spoiled that it’s like they’ve never considered that someone could be condescending or mean to them, so they’re completely caught off guard by how it makes them feel. Shapeshifters (at least in comparison to other monsters) seem pretty cowardly, and I think that bleeds into their personality. They’d submit embarrassingly quickly if Kabru decided to stop playing nice with them.

And I think it would feel pretty empowering for Kabru to have a monster submitting to him. He could buy them a collar and they would wear it in public shamelessly. I don’t think anyone would even think anything of it because they already have a pretty eccentric taste in fashion. I normally enjoy imagining myself in a more dominant role, but something about this gets me…. Okay, yap over, sorry lol

-star anon

NOOOOOOO,,,,,LOVELOBE LOVE,,,the idea of being a spoiled beastkin esp one that can read minds waaaaah,,,,and like??? Being more into negative reactions versus positive ones…JUST. YES.

ageeed I am usually a pretty firm dom/top but being stepped on and used and degraded. Is hot. Consider Kabru bottoming with them having a collar on w a leash and he’s yanking on it to control their thrusts and. Yeah.

#IM NORMAL!#suck my ask #Star anon

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2truehearts · 1 year ago

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Hoi Hoi!

I don't know if we have time since the EBG is ending, but if time permitted, I would have loved to have the chance to explore and fish around the little nuggets you dropped for what happened with You and Ayato and how Venti got involved.

I think the Delusion idea is pretty inspired, and considering how in canon, they were widely available in Inazuma, that's such a fun idea to throw into an EBG scenario. I really want to know how the whole thing came about and what happened storyline wise, both from an in-universe explanation and from an ooc one.

There's so many questions I have, and while I don't know if they'll ever be resolved this go around, from what I've seen of your blog's storyline, it sounded like it was going to some interesting places.

So this is your stage.

If you wouldn't mind, I would love to hear more about what you had planned and your storyline. How did you envision what happened during this EBG?

And thank you for playing along with the Ayato sabotages. :)

WAAAAHH THANK U 4 ASKING NONNIE!! and ofc!! since u asked, i'll ramble on LMAO

it's utc bc it's a bit long (plus there's mentions of self-h-rm, f1res & bvrning, bl00d, d--th, injvries, and t0xic manipvlation!! please view at your own risk!!)

so, to start— my sona's (i'll be referring to myself as that for now if u don't mind!) plan was to quietly settle down in mondstadt with venti and at least try to love him wholeheartedly till the end of the ebg .. but, well, that didn't work, considering the asks (and letters) i got from others that made me falter and that plan went to shit.

venti noticed, burned down the estate out of fear that i'd leave too soon and got jealous because this was the time allotted for him to receive be loved truly and purely—but that got sliced in half; switched my vision with a delusion to stop me from leaving (it was the same one as my og dendro one so i didn't know it was a delusion, which was why in vi's 💐 anon ask there was a snippet of dialogue where my sona was very confused because why would venti call this a delusion when it looked like my vision? keyword; looked).

i fainted because i used the delusion too much and lost a lot of blood (when my sona's anxious, she h*rts herself to focus on the pain then heals with her vision, which is why she wears slightly long gloves), then he tried burning the estate, injured ayato in the process, which got me a letter from ayaka telling me to come over (to which i hesitantly agreed to, scared because one, i don't know this woman (a few of my past memories were blurred because of overusing the delusion), and second, i, ironically—don't like seeing people injured). i stopped getting asks (letters) abt it, but if i did get more i would've played along further and would've gotten close to ayato through the child in this anon's ask, healed his wrist, and would later be locked returned back to mond—where venti would fully answer the letters in my stead because again, too much use of a delusion can cause someone to age and die.

if you still see this nonnie, feel free to ask more questions n stuff, and i hope you enjoyed the ride dshjsdhjskaaskaskas >:D!!!

#tw manipulation #tw fire #vi look away #vi don't look #nonnie #ebg stuff!!#tw death #tw blood #tw injuries #if u ever do still ask abt something anon—i'll be sure to answer them as best as i can!!#and hehehehe #the sabotages were rlly fun n masochistic so yea they were right up my alley LMFAO #there were some that made me cry tho #hsdfjhdfsjhksfsks i was so close to giving up n just saying bye bye to the ebg 4 ayato #but i'm glad i pulled out lol #the punishment is BRUTAL FDGSFHKFJKSAHJHJKDAJSHKJKAKJHHJA #anywho #thanks for asking abt the ebg lore of me blog nonnie!!!!!#hope this isn't too long or anything ... wuyhdsusdsjjsdhkhsdsjhdssjajas

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scrybird · 7 days ago

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NEED 2 KNO BOUT UR FUCKED UP SONA LOR LIKE ASAP!!!

I have to say, this is a first for me.

Matter of fact, I didn't even know what you were referring to at first since that bit has been in my bio since forever, collecting dust.

I appreciate the question and the enthusiasm, though! I will oblige.

I've always been a fan of narrative storytelling through character design (who would have thought that actually looking at someone tells you stuff about them?), which is why I employ it quite a bit.

A good example is Lazav, I think, which I'm going to go out on a limb and say that's who you saw on your feed. A mixture of things, mongrel, half-breed, he would call himself a peacock but he's far from recognizable as one.

This mostly stems from his family tree, a jumble of different species and extramarital affairs from a mildly wealthy family of ice mongers (was an actual job a few hundred years back). Once the profession of ice farming got outclassed, the family started bleeding money generation by generation; so much so that poor Lazav can't even be considered a Nepo baby.

This comes through in the form of his usual attire- boots instead of dress shoes, dress pants but with patches on them, among other things.

With no real discernible skills, Lazav has made a name for himself by just beguilling and lying his way to the top. This is Lazav's main character point, his very core.

He's a peacock but doesn't look like one. His white feathers -the opposite of what the very colorful peacocks are like- even make him look like an owl to some.

He's a bird- but has sharp teeth.

He wears a black sweater, which almost blends in with his plummage. Thus you don't know where the clothing ends and his body starts.

The only part of his body that's not monochrome, are the eyes, bright orange, like a warning almost. And almost like a mockery, the buttons on his jackets and coats are eye themed as well.

The point being, Lazav is so inherently rooted in deception and trickery that it's noticeable from far away, so long as you can see the cues. It's a bit of a kindness to anybody else, if anything, "if you recognize me for what I am, you are smart enough to not be decieved by me anyway".

A bit of an alternate version of Lazav, is when I get him drawn with a priestly attire. The driving narrative point this time being that he's still a liar, yes, but this time not to others but rather to himself. A man so afraid of death and being hurt that he'd go to the worst of places, striking pacts with the vilest of beings just to be safe. Unaware of the irony of such deals. In the most unlucky scenarios, his own flesh has been warped (always following the teeth and eye theme!) to a form that is most grotesque but also! The most resilient and "safe."

Poor Lazav, little by little, wound by wound, scar by scar, he's learning not how to stay alive. But rather, how to live.

There's more of course but this is what I could gather from my notes at 1:30 am. I could have waited but you did specify ASAP.

A pity that you asked anonymously. Otherwise, I'd keep bothering you about it.

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batdiangelo · 5 months ago

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🗣️ talk about your Sona

Cracks knuckles

I was gonna write a blurb but I just. I wanna yap. so you get that instead. (Also I am so SO sorry this took this long to get to you!!)

yapping commences below the break!

AJ, as a character, is so COMPLEX. He goes through so many character arcs by the time he's in his early twenties, and his story is far from over at that point.

He relies on his mothers and siblings more than he cares to admit. He relies on his wit and knowledge and when all of that can't help him, he is truly terrified.

Thanks to his godly heritage; his physical appearance has non-human attributes. namely, his eye color and snake-like pupils. He has Heterochromia. His right eye is red, and his left is a dark cyan. (specific, i know, but all my personas have this trait! it's like...my thing) Other than the snake-like pupils, AJ is thin- he stands at about 5'7 in height; and his presence is unsettling, almost. He's always cold, so he's always seen wearing sweatshirts or sweaters. He has talons for nails on his hands, and his teeth are sharper than average.

by the time he's fully grown, he has more non-human traits than human traits. and that, is all thanks to a specific god who took special in AJ.

some of that complexity that I absolutely adore comes from his feelings towards this god. He appreciates the set of abilities given; but he's faced people who's called him terrible names and done terrible things to him just because of something he can't control.

SPEAKING OF THAT, Shout out to AJ's big brother, Marcus. (He's only about a year or so older than AJ)

Marcus has been a recurring character already in SoTFD, but know you're getting to know him from AJ's perspective- you're seeing Marcus from someone who knows him. Marcus, to AJ, is someone he can turn to when he has absolutely no one.

because Marcus grew up being there for AJ. He's said, "If you think you have no one, you're wrong. you have me."

AJ is not the man he is without Marcus. It is VITAL that Marcus is there because if he is not, AJ is not even human anymore. he succumbs to the negative slew of actions and words given by a specific set of people, and he becomes this... inhuman thing. there's no explanation for it other than He'd be better off dead than becoming that.

AJ isn't that though. He's a kid, who adores reading and writing. a kid who's been dealt a rather shit hand of cards, and he's doing everything to make the best of it. He is a momma's boy (despite denying it at every opportunity). He cries at the dog in sad movies. He loves, and feels and he's human. He wants to be a dad, and have a big family, just like the one he grew up in.

His favorite greek myth/epic to read is The Odyssey (yes, he ADORES epic the musical). He's cried over Achilles and Patroclus (yes, he read TSOA, he was inconsolable for WEEKS). This guy's just a guy!!! and I haven't even gotten to his husbands yet! or his sons!

His husbands and sons, though... that's a whole other post for another time. I could talk for hours about them.

anyways, all this to say....

Alexander Jason Wayne, they could never EVER make me hate you.

also! If you wanna learn more about probably one of the most complex OC/sona's I've made, just send an ask!! I will answer just about any question about him!!

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merry-thieves · 4 years ago

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Possible meanings of Chain of Iron snippets

Yes, this is going to be a long post.

I didn’t put all teasers here only those where I could actually come up with something.

Alastair looked amused. “Never before have I heard such a concise statement of the ludicrous philosophy with which you and your school friends go through the world.”

So, Alastair is definitely speaking to one of the Merry Thieves

probably James, since Al and Matthew aren’t on the best terms and conversations between Thomas and Al would go in another direction (either fighting or with way more feelings)

it seems like James and Alastair are on quite good terms here if Alastair isn’t snappish and shows his true (happy) emotions

Anna was fortress-surrounded by her friends: tall, handsome Thomas; Christopher, who shared his sister’s stern delicacy of feature, peacock Matthew, who always looked as if he’d just rolled out of an unmade bed piled with silks and velvet. And Eugenia Lightwood, who hadn’t bothered to take off her canary-yellow gloves or hat, as if she were ready to run out the door any moment.

They all eyed Ariadne suspiciously as she approached Anna. Anna didn’t seem to see her at all; she was leaning back with one booted foot braced on the wall behind her. She was all lean black and white lines, her close-fitting jacket following the outline of her slim curves, her head thrown back as she laughed. Her ruby pendant glimmered in the hollow of her throat.

Keep your head up, Ariadne, she told herself. You can do this.

“Hello, Anna,” Ariadne said.

First of all, Eugenia is in this group which is interesting regarding the main characters in Chain of Iron

Is Eugenia part of the main group? Has she an important role to play? (we are supposed to find out the reason why she is disgraced)

We have Ariadne’s pov here, so she might play a big role too in Choi, at least we will have more of her and Anna’s relationship

Also, she calls Matthew “peacock” which is so accurate and funny!

Alastair’s gaze flicked to Matthew. “Why,” he said, “are you not even wearing a hat?”

“And cover up this hair?” Matthew indicated his golden locks with a flourish. “Would you blot out the sun?”

Okay, Matthew and Alastair aren’t brawling which is a good sign

Also, where are they? There has to be a good reason if both of them are attending and standing next to each other

I’m guessing they’re outside since they’re supposed to wear hats

The brave princess Lucretia raced through the marble halls of the palace. "I must find Cordelia," she gasped. "I must save her."

"I believe the Prince holds her even now, captive in his throne room!" Sir Jerrod exclaimed. "But Princess Lucretia, even though you are the most beautiful and wise lady that I have ever met, surely you cannot fight your way through a hundred of his stoutest palace guard!" The knight’s green eyes flashed. His straight black hair was disarranged, and his white shirt was entirely undone.

"But I must!" Lucretia cried.

So, the main thing I want to point out here is that Lucie is crushing so hard on Jesse!

and does she picture him with an open shirt or am I reading too much into this?

James spoke at last, and there was real kindness in his voice. “You must give people time, Alastair,” he said. “We are none of us perfect, and no one expects perfection. But when you have hurt people you must allow them their anger. Otherwise it will only become another thing you have tried to take away.”

Alastair seemed to hesitate. “James,” he said. “Does he think —“

Soooo, James and Alastair are friendly now? (please, please, please)

And who does Alastair have to give time? Matthew or more likely Thomas?

Also, James is one eloquent babe

“I know that you’ve been doing something — something you’re keeping secret. I’m not angry,” Cordelia hastened to add. “I just wish you’d tell me what it is.”

Lucie tried to cover her surprise.

it was about time that those two speak about all their secrets! They want to become Parabatai for Raziel’s sake!

but I have the sneaking suspicion that Lucie is going to deflect the question or is going to make something up to avoid telling the truth

(please let me be wrong)

“Alastair! Cordelia!” A familiar voice bellowed up from downstairs.

Sona went white and laid a hand against the wall to steady herself. “Elias?”

I’m not sure about you guys but going white and bracing oneself against a wall doesn’t seem like someone is happy

So, I guess Sona isn’t really happy that Elias is back

is there another reason besides the drinking why she isn’t

and is Elias mad at his children? I mean he is bellowing

also why is Elias mad at all? All his charges were dropped and he is a free man once more

Cordelia shivered a little, though it was not cold in the room. “There is something weighing on you, Matthew,” she said gently. “A secret. Will you tell me what it is?”

She saw his hand go to his breast pocket, where he often kept his flask. Then he lowered it stiffly to his side and took a deep breath. “You do not know what you are asking.”

“Yes, I do,” she said. “I am asking for the truth. Your truth. You know mine, and I do not even know what makes you so unhappy.”

Cordelia told Matthew everything about her father and maybe about her feelings for James

if we’re lucky Matthew tells Cordelia about the poisoning and someone can finally help him (I think CC said that Matthew would tell Cordelia everything in Chain of Iron, hopefully that’s true)

also, Matthew doesn’t want to drink after Cordelia told him the story about her father

Matthew also found out why Alastair had been so mean in school and that Matthew can't really partially blame him for what happened with Charlotte

Jesse glanced out the window. They were passing through Piccadilly Circus, nearly deserted at such a late hour. The statue of Eros in the center was lightly dusted with snow; a lone tramp slept upon the steps below it. “Don’t have too much hope, Lucie. Sometimes hope is dangerous.”

“Have you said that to Grace?”

Jesse shook his head. “She won’t listen.”

is there a possibility that Lucie won’t try to raise Jesse from the dead and instead tries to stop Grace from doing so? (the parallels between this and qoaad are uncanny)

I don’t think that there is anything that will stop grace from trying to perform necromancy other than force

“I’ve been trying to hate you,” Thomas said quietly, “for what you did to Matthew. You richly deserve to be hated for what you have done.”

Alastair’s dark eyes glittered. “It wasn’t just his mother I slandered. It was your father, too. You know it. So you don’t have to—to act all high-minded about this. Stop pretending you are only upset on behalf of Matthew. Hate me on your own behalf, Thomas.”

he is calling him Thomas!!! Ahhhh! (so they’re probably alone)

Thomas doesn’t really hate Alastair at this point but also hasn’t fully forgiven him

at least he hasn’t thrown Alastair into the themes

maybe Thomas is trying to suppress the fact that Alastair also wronged Thomas’s own family and it’s easier for him to direct his attention to Matthew’s family?

His golden eyes were fixed on her, fierce as a hawk’s gaze. She said, "It doesn’t matter what I said. I wanted them to leave you alone —"

"I don’t believe you," he said. She could feel the slight tremors running through his body — tremors of stress, that meant he was holding himself very still. Holding himself back. "You don’t say things you don’t mean, Daisy —"

Okay now, what did she say? I’m guessing something quite flattering or that she loved him maybe?

also, who didn’t want to leave James alone? Some bigoted Enclave members?

is James trying to fight against the bracelet’s spell? Or is he breaking Cordelia’s heart yet again?

James closed his eyes. Against the back of his eyelids, he could see the city take shape—the minarets flung darkly against a blue sky, the silver river. Cordelia’s voice, low and familiar, rose above the clamor of his nightmare. He followed it out of the darkness, like Theseus following the length of thread out of the Minotaur’s labyrinth. And it was not the first time. Her voice had lifted him out of fever, once, had been his light in shadows. . . . A sharp pain spiked through his temples. He blinked his eyes open: he was firmly back in the present, his friends all looking at him worriedly. Cordelia had already moved away from him, leaving behind the lingering scent of jasmine. He could still feel where her fingers had rested against his shoulder.

JORDELIA! (Sorry; I just had to get that out)

What city is this? One in a demon dimension?

And does James have some kind of visions now? Interesting...

I love the connection between James and Cordelia

Apparently, the gracelet is trying to suppress James's feelings and memories of Cordelia...but please tell me he notices here that he is in love with her?

Also, Cordelia is trying to stay away from James :(

Hands caught his wrists; he was hauled up roughly, an arm around his back. he smelled brandy and cologne.

“Matthew,” he said, in a dry voice. “James needs water,” Christopher said. “Do we have any water?” “Never touch the stuff,” said Matthew, settling James onto the long sofa. He sat down next to him, staring so intently into James’s face that, despite everything, James had to stifle a laugh. “I’m fine, Matthew,” said James. “Also, I don’t know what you expect to discover by looking into my eyeball.”

Okay WHAT IS UP with James in the latest snippets?!? I NEED answers!

Is James follwing in his father's footsteps? Regarding drugs you know...

Also, Matthew has a tendency to stare into Jame's face (not that I blame him)

Christopher!

Okay, I'm devestated that James knows it's Matthew because he smells of alcohol. I'm NOT okay!

Also, what kind of stuff is this?

“You should have told us,” said Thomas. “We would have helped you move your things. I’m exceptionally good at carrying large objects.” “And think of all those hairbrushes you would have had to relocate,” Lucie said. “Haven’t you got six or seven?” Matthew glowered at her affectionately. “I try to be at least as stylish as our local ghosts.”

I think it's clear that Matthew just moved and didn't tell any of his friends of his plans...Why Matthew, why?

Also, Thomas and Lucie are just so wholesome how they try to brighten the situation with their comments

Sooooo, is Thomas also good at carrying people *cough*Alastair*cough*, just asking...?

How many Hairbrushes does one need? Seriously, what kind of purpose do seven hairbrushes serve?

Don't worry Matthew, only Magnus can beat your stylishness

That’s all for now! Should I add anything else in your opinion?

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 4 years ago

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i am not a hero pt 2: all will be well

Part 1 | Fanfiction Masterlist | AO3

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Warnings: descriptions of racism, mentions of alcoholism

"Thank the angel you're all here," Cordelia exhaled as she arrived in the room about the Devil's Tavern. "Have you heard? Alastair was-" She stopped herself as she surveyed the room, registering the looks the Merry Thieves were giving her. "Oh, no. No, no, no." She turned to James. "Tell me you didn't have anything to do with this."

"Daisy-"

"Tell me!"

"I can't lie to you."

She stumbled backwards, her heart shattered. James reached for her, but she protested. "No! Don't touch me! You can’t lie to me? All you have done is lie, apparently. You didn't... You didn't even tell me... I thought we were doing this together... I was such a fool.”

"Cordelia, you know we had to keep it from you," Matthew explained. "You're rather... overprotective."

She laughed. "Overprotective? I care for him, Matthew, because he's my brother. I know him as well as I know myself, though I understand if that's confusing for you, seeing as you've never had a brother worth caring for."

"Cordelia," James said sternly, a warning. "We understand that you're upset-"

"Upset? You have betrayed me! You could have told me the truth, and I would have helped you. I would have shown you alibi, I would proven to you with evidence that it was not him-"

"If there is evidence, it will be presented before the courts, and all will be well."

"You don't get it! You don't. You- I thought all this time that it was me. That I didn't understand the world or society or friendship or... marriage because I was raised isolated from the Clave by an inattentive, narcissistic drunkard." She enunciated each other her final words with all of the vitriol she'd been suppressing since her father arrived in London. "But I was wrong. It was you. You all... You live in a fantasy world, one that your parents created for you. And that's fine. that's good for you, I'm glad that the people in your life were capable and willing to do that for you. But the world does not work the same for all of us."

"Really, Cordelia? You wish to speak of the world and how it works for -- and against -- each of us?" Matthew challenged.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Whatever do you mean, Matthew?”

“You, what? Don’t believe we know what it’s like to be prejudiced against? Would you have said the same while Alastair himself was ridiculing James for his parentage or me for my… presumed sexual proclivities?”

Cordelia gawked. "That was over four years ago, Matthew! He said foolish things and he regrets them, yet you continue to live in the past. Not only do you hold mistakes you all made as children over his head, but you dare compare your experience to his? You can go anywhere, do anything, without anyone knowing what you do with your nights. Perhaps you wear that carnation, but you can take it off, Matthew. So, James’ eyes are golden. Tell me, James, when you were eight years old, were you kicked out of the general store because the townspeople believed you to be stealing for no reason other than your golden eyes?”

James was silent.

“So, please, tell me again how you understand what it’s like to walk in my brother’s shoes.” She turned back to Matthew. “You were given everything, Matthew. You have all the money you could ever dream of. Your parents love you unconditionally. You choose to live your life openly. Perhaps you should not need to choose, but you do, and it is a privilege to be able to make such a choice so freely, knowing that you will continue to be safe and cared for. Not everyone has such luxuries. My brother no longer even has a choice; you have taken it from him."

Silence had fallen over the room. The boys had always understood that they were very lucky in life, just as they had understood, on some level, the ways that their parents had been unlucky. However, it was easy to live a lucky life and forget to consider how those around oneself may not afford the same privileges. James looked to her finally. "What... What do you mean by that? What choice?”

She turned to him with a blank expression, then sighed. "I suppose the whole Clave will know soon, anyways. As you know, with the memory magic being used, the Clave needs alibis. Alastair has only got one, and I can’t imagine it will end well for him." She turned to Matthew and sighed, "You and your brother have been given everything. I have no doubt in my mind that Charles will not be held at all responsible for the realities of their affair. He will continue with his life unscathed, to marry whomever he chooses, to obtain any position he chooses, to live whatever life he chooses, just as James would have even if he had not married me. Because that is how the world works. Alastair will be seen as the one who persuaded him into such proclivities.” She paused before muttering under her breath, “Not to mention that I haven't the slightest idea of what will happen when my father learns the truth.” She took a breath and continued, “So, to make a long story short, James, no, I do not believe all will be well.”

“Cordelia,” he started, “you must believe that we had no intention of exposing anyone’s personal affairs. It was not personal at all; we are only trying to put an end to this mess.”

“Well, congratulations, James. An innocent man has been arrested, your killer still walks free, and my family is in ruins. I believe you have accomplished quite a lot.” Her eyes scanned the room. Matthew looked to be in a state of shock, Christopher in confusion, but her eyes settled on Thomas, his head hung low, his face turned away. “I… I may not have expected this, but I can believe it well enough. But, you, Thomas? How could you?”

He looked up at her, tears on his flushed cheeks. “Cordelia, I-”

“Tell me, was any of it real? Did you ever truly intend to be my brother’s friend, or was it all just ploy for your little detective game?”

He shook his head. “Sort of, at first, but-”

“I trusted you!” She yelled before restraining her anger. “He trusted you. After everything, after Charles and- I thought that finally, finally my brother had someone in his life who was kind and gentle and caring. Someone honest and trustworthy, but it was all a lie. You used him, too.”

“Cordelia, I- I’m so sorry.”

“You are not who I thought you were." Her words echoing ones that Thomas had once spoken. Unlike Thomas,’ however, her realization held no trace of anger or upset. No, her words were spoken only in true fear.

Seemingly finished with the boys’ stunned silence, she took a breath. “If you will excuse me, I must take my leave. James, my mother and I shall be staying at the Institute for the time being, so it would be in your best interest to avoid it as much as possible. There’s not much of a point in continuing this sham of a marriage, seeing as I haven’t got a reputation to save, so I will write to the Consul first thing tomorrow morning requesting a divorce. Then, you shall have what you always dreamed: you will be rid of my family and I forever.”

“Wait-” James cried, his voice breaking.

“You are dead to me, James Herondale.”

Without waiting for a reply, she darted out of the room.

The four boys were left, staring at one another. Thomas unsuccessfully attempted to stifle his tears while James looked to be on the verge of a complete breakdown, his torso trembling.

“What, are you two bloody heartbroken now?” Matthew mused.

Thomas slammed his fist on the table loud enough to alert the whole establishment. “Fuck, Matthew! Shut up!”

“Thomas, you found the bloodied dagger and Ms. Highsmith’s necklace in his bedroom yourself. We saw him walking around downtown the nights of the Gladstone and Beauvale murders. Whatever Cordelia claims, I truly don’t think we’re wrong about this.”

“And what if we are?” Thomas challenged.

“It could have been planted,” Christopher offered. “And there could be many reasons that he was out those nights. After all, we were, too.”

“Which reasons, Christopher? Have you ever seen him in a bar? He doesn’t even drink. He’s hardly more than a lowly shut-in.”

“His father does,” James said quietly.

Matthew glared. “What?”

“His father drinks. I don’t… I don’t know a lot about it all, but it would follow that if Elias were out drinking again and did not come home, Alastair would be the one to go out looking for him.”

Matthew groaned. “Fine, if we are truly pursuing this, then what? We’ve got maybe half a day if we’re lucky before Alastair is to go before the Mortal Sword.”

“Then we have half a day to find the true culprit,” Thomas announced, regaining his resolve.

“If Alastair is our only lead at the moment, we must pursue it,” Kit offered. “Who could have planted it on him? What motive would they have to frame him? Who would have had access to his bedroom?”

“Well, I can answer one of your questions,” Matthew said nonchalantly. “Who wouldn’t want to frame Alastair Carstairs for murder?”

“Matthew, if you’re not going to be helpful, please be quiet,” Thomas said in his usual gentle but stern manner, though the complete opposite of the last time he’d asked his friend to be quiet. “Sona is nearly always home; it would be very difficult for someone to enter the house uninvited and not be seen. As Matthew put it, Alastair is a bit of a shut-in, but he’s clearly been going out more, especially at night, since his father has returned. Sona’s been having trouble sleeping as of late, though, so even getting access to his bedroom at night would be difficult. They’ve only one servant, Risa, so there’s truly not many folks moving about the house regularly.”

“Since when are you on a first-name basis with Mrs. Carstairs?” Christopher commented in confusion, and Thomas blushed.

“What do you recommend, then?” Matthew asked.

“Kit is correct, it’s our only lead. We must return to Cornwall Gardens. If we’re lucky, they may have left something behind, or perhaps there’s some sort of record of visitors to the house.”

James looked uneasy. “This seems wrong. Maybe we can still go after Cordelia-”

“There’s no time, James,” Thomas admitted. “She’s too angry with us. I’m no happier about it than you are, but if there is any way that we could possibly fix this, we must do it.”

He nodded. “Let’s go, then.”

“Won’t there be people at the house?” Christopher asked. “The sun has not even set yet.”

Thomas sighed. “Cordelia is taking Sona to the Institute, and I’d imagine Risa is accompanying them, at least for the initial journey until she is settled. Elias is just a risk we’ll have to take.”

As they ventured out, however, they were not even out the doors of the tavern before Thomas stopped in his tracks. If looks could kill, Matthew would have murdered Thomas several times over by now. “Elias is here,” he whispered.

“What?” James narrowed his eyes.

“One of us should stay here and keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t return to Cornwall Gardens until it’s been cleared. Besides, I don’t want him interfering with Cordelia’s plans, either.”

“Are you volunteering, then?” Matthew asked.

Thomas thought for a moment. “I suppose so. I’ve done my searching already; it’s better to have some fresh eyes. You and James know the layout of the house well enough.”

“Very well,” Christopher declared. “Thomas, I shall send you a magical letter when we are finished at the Carstairs residence.”

Thomas narrowed his eyes with worry. “Please don’t. I’m rather weary of fire.”

“Nonsense. The fire’s not important; it’s a magical letter.”

“It’s a magical letter that you send by lighting it on fire! It should be called a fire letter!”

“Fire letter,” Christopher hummed. “No, that’s not quite right. No, fire message! I shall send you a fire message, Thomas!”

“Alright,” Thomas whined. “You all should go, we haven’t got much time.”

“Thomas, are you sure you want to stay here?” James asked.

“I’ll be fine. He’s a drunk; I’d be surprised if he even stood up before you lot were finished. I just want to make sure.”

James gave him a short nod, and they took their leave. Thomas settled down at a corner table, pulling out a notebook from his pocket and pretending to be fixated on it while he kept his eye on Elias at the bar.

Just his luck, and much to his surprise, Elias stood to leave not long after the rest of the Merry Thieves had departed. Thomas waited for a moment after he left, and then went out after him. He stepped out onto the street, looking for a sign of where Elias had gone, but he quickly saw only darkness as a cloth was wrapped around his eyes and nose and he was subdued, quickly losing consciousness.

A/N: I also just wanted to clarify a couple of things, I believe that the Clave will come to certain conclusions and Charles will not refute them, not that he would create the lies himself. These conclusions make sense to me, not only because Charles is a white boy who is seen as an “insider” (which they would try to rationalize), but because orientalist beliefs have hypersexualized the Middle East for centuries, associating MENA with “deviant” male homosexuality. This is believed to be one of the (many) reasons queerness is rejected so thoroughly in the MENA today, and I think it’s important to consider how ideas like orientalism impacted lives in historical fiction, although the concept had not been coined or studied yet.

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Lost in the Shadows - Chapter 32

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Using what little time she could before they would enter the land of the thief, Lucie packed a small bag. She had no idea what she’d need, but it was best to come prepared. Her power so far had seemed endless in that world, the biggest limitation was that using magic exhausted her and in the worst case she’d pass out. The best she’d thought of so far was to pack lots of sugary snacks for a quick energy boosts. Luckily, aunt Sophie still had a lot of cookies she usually fed to the gnomes and her father had several packages of dextrose. She desperately hoped it would be enough. She wasn’t even sure if eating would help against the fatigue, but she didn’t have a better plan. Power naps whenever she was safe had helped so far, but she didn’t think she would find a safe enough place in the land of the thief, not with the schedule they were on.

She’d felt his power in that land. In between, there was more power, more darkness than here, and Lucie could harness it. In his realm, the power and darkness was even greater, even more unimaginable, but it was in his control. Lucie would have to fight him for dominance, and she knew it was not a fight she could win in the long run. Instead she would have to hold on long enough for Cordelia to use cortana and end his life.

Cordelia had packed lightly, only carrying a small bag with some food in case they’d have to stay long and a bottle of water. Lucie herself had gone for a bottle of lemonade so sweet it would probably make her teeth fall out. Everything for the extra energy, especially after tonight’s less than ideal sleep. If they’d had the time, Lucie would have chosen to sleep another night, but they didn’t. If they acted now, Alastair could still be saved.

Lucie had to admit she didn’t know Alastair as well as she wished. If only she could have foreseen he might do this, but it had never even crossed her mind. She didn’t even know he knew how to summon the thief. In between her recklessness, Cordelia’s heroism and Thomas’ stubbornness, they’d all thought Alastair was the cautious one, the one who thought things through and didn’t run into situations headlong. That was why, she presumed, her mother had urged him to be the voice of reason among the four of them. And she had a point, Alastair usually did think, but did thinking help when you started with some very wrong assumptions? Lucie did not think Alastair valued his own life very much. He would not risk her, or Thomas, or Cordelia unnecessary and that was why he was cautious, but he would easily sacrifice his own life because he didn’t think it mattered. Lucie didn’t even know where to begin with deconstructing such thoughts.

There were enough people Lucie loved deeply. Her parents, her brother James even if he annoyed her to death. Cordelia, of course. Thomas too. But she didn’t think she could trade away her soul for someone, nor did she think that was the kind of thing people you loved would expect of you. If they did, they shouldn’t, right? She imagined only selfish and horrible people would demand such sacrifice from the people close to them. Lucie would be horrified if anyone close to her would do this for her, and knowing Thomas, he would be too. Thomas already hated feeling like a burden, he hated it when people so much as inconvenienced themselves for his sake and Lucie expected he was going to be very upset when he found out what Alastair had done. Did Alastair believe that love meant sacrifice? She imagined perhaps being treated badly by people and being told that was love had caused him to believe that this was what you did when you loved someone.

‘Ready?’ Cordelia asked.

She was still wearing the crown hair braid Lucie had done yesterday, and although it was looking a bit messier it still held and would keep any hair out of her face.

‘I think so,’ Lucie said.

She didn’t feel ready, but she didn’t have time to wait. She didn’t think she’d feel more ready if she did. If anything, waiting and not doing anything only made her feel more nervous. Better to get this over with.

‘Whatever happens… In case we don’t make it, or the darkness gets the better of you. I love you,’ Cordelia said.

‘I love you too,’ Lucie said. ‘We will make it. Think positive. I’m sure that’ll help.’

Lucie struggled to think as positive as she wanted to. She knew it might not work out. She also knew the thief would have to be destroyed at some point. Her mother had lost her power and slept for 130 years just to seal him in, and if he broke through… Lucie wasn’t sure what he’d do, but she imagined it would be bad.

‘Are you ready, Lulu?’

It was her father, carrying one of Alastair’s dagger. ‘You know, my offer to come with you still stands. You’re far too young to go on such a dangerous mission alone.’

‘I’m not going alone,’ Lucie said. ‘I’m going with Cordelia. I think too many people would only make it more risky. Besides, I’m the only one who has the power to get to him, and we don’t have the time to wait until I’m older, or stronger.’

‘You’re right,’ Will said with a sigh. ‘I just got off the phone with James. He’s on his way here too, but won’t be there in time to see you. But you could call him before you go.’

Lucie nodded, and took her phone out of her pocket, calling James. She’d have to make it quick, but if she didn’t survive she would have at least said goodbye.

‘I’m in the bus right now, so not the best place for a phone call,’ James said. ‘I’ll be there somewhere this evening. I hope.’

‘I hope I’ll be there around that time too, but I can’t make any promises,’ Lucie said. ‘Listen, I don’t have much time. Daisy and I have to go, we have to defeat the thief of souls before midnight.’

‘I still don’t really understand what’s going on there,’ James said. ‘I’m starting to regret going on a holiday with Matthew instead.’

‘Don’t be sorry, Jamie,’ Lucie said. ‘I’m glad you and Matthew had fun. It would have been too dangerous for you here anyway. I have my powers to protect me, you don’t. I would even say, don’t come here, but I know you and I know you’re not going to listen.’

‘You guessed that right,’ James said. ‘I’m coming for you, Lu.’

‘Big brothers are the worst,’ Lucie said with a groan. ‘But I love you, Jamie. I hope I’ll see you when you arrive. And if not…’

‘I love you too, Lu. I wish you didn’t have to go.’

‘Me too, but the thief has to be stopped, and if we succeed in time, there’s still a chance Alastair will survive.’

Lucie didn’t know what her father had explained about the situation with Alastair. She knew James still didn’t like him, and she understood, but she hoped he would be a bit more empathetic now that he knew about the situation.

‘Dad told me about what Alastair did for Thomas,’ James said. ‘I never knew he had it in him to do something so selfless.’

‘I don’t think he should have,’ Lucie said. ‘I don’t think Thomas would have wanted him to. But I’m going to do what I can to save them both.’

Cordelia was signaling to her that they needed to hurry.

‘I really have to go, Jamie.’

‘Come back, alright,’ James said before hanging up.

‘James?’ Cordelia asked.

‘Yes,’ Lucie said as they left, walking to the ruins.

She wasn’t absolutely sure it was where the thief would be, but Lucie imagined it would be the best place to start their search. She desperately hoped he would be there. If not, she wasn’t so sure how to find him.

‘How is he?’ Cordelia asked.

‘Worried. Also on his way here.’

‘I hope that’s not going to be too awkward,’ Cordelia said.

‘I think he’s pretty much over you and likes you better as a friend,’ Lucie said. She hoped that was true. ‘Mostly, he’s hoping we don’t die.’

‘My mother lost it when I told her the truth. I didn’t have the time to explain everything. She fears I’m following too much into my father’s footsteps, but she is also terrified for Alastair, and very angry with him.’

‘She’s not also on her way here?’ Lucie asked.

‘She is,’ Cordelia confirmed. ‘Risa is driving her, she’s in no state to drive herself right now. They’ll also be there in the evening, I think. Apparently she considered coming before, but hoped Jem would make sure we were alright, and she wanted to give us space. Now there’s a very real chance Alastair might die, and I think she blames herself. She tries to hide it, but she feels like it’s all her fault, that she didn’t protect Alastair enough.’

‘But that’s true, isn’t it?’ Lucie said and then she realized how insensitive that might sound. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.’

‘No, it’s true. But it’s also not that simple, I think,’ Cordelia said. ‘She could have protected us better, and should have left Father much sooner. But she also loved him. He saved her life, that’s how they met. He was traveling in Iran, hunting a rogue vampire that had killed several people. Father had chased it all the way from Greece to Iran, and then in Tehran it tried to kill maman and he saved her and finally killed the vampire. That’s how they fell in love. Or at least how she fell in love with him. And for a long time, she tried to deny the problem, she wanted to believe he was still the hero who saved her. And I cannot blame her for that. Nor does Alastair, although I don’t think he understands how she could still love him. I think he always felt like it was up to him to protect her and take care of her and he did the best he could.’

Cordelia had started crying softly, and Lucie took her hand. She understood Sona a bit better now. Her father had also saved her mother from something dangerous once. Her mother had criticized his methods and his recklessness and Lucie had always thought that was terribly romantic. Many of her love stories involved her characters saving each other. She’d never considered how difficult it might become if your hero did change or had never been the person you thought they were in the first place.

‘We’re here,’ Lucie said. ‘I’m going to take us straight to his realm this time.’

She opened the gateway and stepped through to the gates of a castle. It was exactly like the one she’d dreamt off, this had to be it.

***

Thomas had no idea for how long he’d been walking when he encountered a castle. Time felt odd here, like it was slipping away with every step he took, like it moved sideways instead of forward. He gripped onto the few memories he had. He was Thomas Lightwood, and he needed to get out of here and get back to his family. He hadn’t yet figured out who the girl with the light brown hair and the boy with the dark eyes were, but he knew they had to be important too.

He kept thinking of that boy most of all. He had to be important, with how often Thomas thought of him. And he was so beautiful… Golden brown skin, black hair and eyes, sharp, but delicate features. There was a certain sadness in his eyes too, and Thomas wondered why. Was it something he’d done? It had to be, why else would he remember the boy as being sad? Whatever he’d done to hurt him, Thomas needed to get back and make it up to him. If only he could remember who he was…

The castle looked vaguely familiar, built in what he guessed was medieval style. It wasn’t a style he was particularly fond of, but he figured it was better to go inside than to keep wandering in the woods. Perhaps inside there would be some clues. Perhaps the dark eyed boy would be there, but Thomas didn’t think so. He suspected that boy might not like the look of this castle that much either, although he wasn’t sure why he thought that. Considering the clothes the boy wore, he expected him to have good taste.

Inside was empty. Thomas wandered through the halls and something about it was familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Had he been here before? Thomas didn’t remember much from before. He tried to think of the boy, unable to recall his name. Who was he? When had they met? And what had Thomas done to hurt him?

‘Why do you keep following me?’ the dark eyed boy demanded.

Thomas wasn’t sure how to answer. He had been following Alastair around a lot, because Thomas liked being near him, but he wasn’t about to admit that. At fourteen, Thomas didn’t think he was ready to come out and he wasn’t sure how Alastair would respond if he found out Thomas was in love with him. Better to admire him from a distance.

‘Are you going to answer, Lightwood?’ he asked. ‘Lost your tongue, perhaps?’

‘I’m sorry,’ Thomas said quietly, not meeting Alastair’s eyes.

‘I didn’t ask for an apology, I asked for an explanation,’ Alastair said.

Thomas didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what explanation he could offer other than being in love with Alastair. He liked being near him, even if Alastair wasn’t nice to him. Thomas had come to realize Alastair could be kinder when his friends weren’t around and he suspected Alastair was afraid his friends would turn on him. Thomas wished Alastair would see his friends sucked, and Thomas would be kinder to him than they ever hoped to be.

‘Clive has been whispering,’ Alastair continued when Thomas didn’t say anything. ‘He says you’re gay and that’s why you’re so obsessed with me. I told him that’s ludicrous, of course, but if you don’t back off he just might start saying it out loud. You know how rumors can spread, you wouldn’t want that, would you?’

Thomas didn’t know what to make of Alastair’s statement. Was it a threat? A promise? A warning, perhaps? Thomas wanted to think it was the last one. Alastair might be mean and snarky, but he wouldn’t out Thomas, right?

‘Listen, Lightwood, you’re nice. I can’t for the life of me figure out why you’re so insistent on following me around, but you’re starting to attract the wrong kind of attraction and you’re going to get yourself in trouble. Just move along, go back to your stupid little friends and leave me be.’

Thomas hesitated. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ Alastair bit back. ‘I never asked for a little child to follow me around school.’

Alastair seemed upset. It wasn’t the first time Thomas had seen him get upset, Other people tended to miss it and thought he was just mean or difficult. But his eyes were always haunted, and no matter how cruel his words were, he said then with sadness carefully concealed underneath that bitterness he showed the world. Thomas was worried about him. He wasn’t so sure Alastair was alright. It felt different with him than the other bullies. Boys like Clive Cartwright seemed to enjoy themselves when they made fun of Thomas, they laughed. Alastair didn’t, not beyond that wicked smile that admittedly made Thomas’ heart skip a beat. He didn’t seem to have fun tormenting others, he didn’t think it was funny. It was as if he wanted to drive everyone away.

‘Is everything alright, Alastair?’ Thomas asked softly. ‘You seem very upset.’

‘You don’t know anything about me,’ Alastair yelled at him, raising his voice for the first time. ‘You don’t understand a thing. Get away from me, just leave me alone.’

Thomas couldn’t place the memory in a context. He’d been in love with Alastair then, and Thomas guessed he still was now, but he didn’t remember anything that had happened after this. He wished he could remember, wished he could be sure Alastair was alright, but this had been years ago, and anything after was blank.

Thomas heard voices, both female. There were people in here then, and they were willing to speak at least amongst themselves. Perhaps they could help him find his way home. He was now certain that not only his family needed him, but this dark eyed boy as well. He’d done something wrong, he felt. He needed to apologize, even if he wasn’t quite sure what for.

He encountered the two girls in a long corridor. One had red hair and the same brown skin and dark eyes as the boy from his memory. Alastair, he reminded himself. His name was Alastair. He didn’t recognize her beyond her similarities to Alastair though. The other girl he did recognize. He’d seen her face too.

‘Thomas!’ the girl exclaimed. ‘We’ve been so worried about you, thank the heavens we found you.’

She did know how him then, although he guessed that made sense if he could recall her face. She was a friend, right?

‘Who are you?’ Thomas asked.

The girl took a step back. ‘Do you not remember us, Thomas? Do all people here forget? Where’s Alastair when you need him.’

‘I do know my name,’ Thomas said. ‘And I remember my family, and Alastair. I remembered your face as well. But I don’t remember who you are.’

‘I’m Lucie,’ she said. ‘Lucie Herondale. We’re great friends. And you know Cordelia as well, don’t you? She’s my girlfriend, although that’s a pretty new thing and we haven’t had the chance to tell you yet.’

Lucie did ring a bell. Cordelia… he wasn’t so sure. He turned to Cordelia. ‘Do you know Alastair?’

‘He’s my brother,’ Cordelia said.

She looked sad when she spoke of him, and Thomas wondered if it had anything to with what he must have done.

‘You look like him. Do you know where he is? I think I need to apologize to him.’

Lucie frowned. ‘What for?’

‘I don’t know,’ Thomas said. ‘I feel he is very sad, and I thought maybe it’s my fault he’s so sad.’

Cordelia looked pained. ‘It’s not your fault, Thomas. You did the best you could. He’s been through a lot in the past, and you’re right that he’s usually sad although he hides it well. I think that’s why you remember him as sad.’

Thomas guessed that made sense. He remembered wondering at school, why was he like that, why was he so sad? His father had suggested once to invite Alastair over to their house, but Thomas didn’t. They weren’t actually friends, were they? He didn’t think Alastair liked his presence at all, although now he guessed what Alastair had said had been a warning too, to protect him.

‘Why can’t I remember?’ Thomas asked. ‘Where am I?’

‘We don’t have much time,’ Lucie said. ‘We’ll explain everything on the way.’

Thomas frowned. ‘Where are we going?’

Cordelia sighed. ‘That’s the thing. We thought he would be here, but there’s no one here but you. We’re looking for the thief, but if he’s not here we’re not sure where to find him.’

Thomas was even more confused. ‘What thief? What did he steal?’

‘You, Thomas. He stole you. Your soul, that is, and countless others,’ Lucie said. ‘If we do not find him and end his life, you will die and stay here forever.’

Thomas swallowed. He couldn’t die here, he needed to find his way back to his family, to Alastair. He began to remember Lucie. He remembered reading bits and pieces of her writing, although she was very nervous about letting him read anything. He remembered playing video games together, discussing story ideas. Thomas was more of a song writer than a book writer than Lucie was, but he’d written some songs to go with Lucie’s stories. He didn’t think he’d ever told her about his songs though… Why hadn’t he? They must have really sucked.

‘Where’s Alastair?’ Thomas asked. ‘Shouldn’t he be with you? And didn’t you say we needed his help?’

‘Alastair could help you with your memory,’ Cordelia said. ‘But we don’t know where he is. He’s in this world somewhere. He… he sacrificed himself for you. If we don’t kill the thief soon, he will die.’

‘For me?’ Thomas tried to imagine it, but he couldn’t picture the boy from school doing such a thing. He remembered something more, going on a walk with Alastair which can’t have been that long ago. Talking about all sorts of things. They were friends, maybe? Thomas didn’t doubt he still loved Alastair, but wasn’t sure where they stood right now. ‘Why would he do such a thing?’

There were tears in Cordelia’s eyes, perhaps Thomas should not have asked such a question.

‘He loves you. And he thinks it would be better if he died if that meant you would survive.’

Did that mean Alastair was his boyfriend? ‘But I would never want that,’ Thomas said. ‘I don’t want anyone to die for me. I… I can’t remember. Did I agree to this? Did I let him die?’

What sort of monster was he, if he’d allowed this? What had he done? Maybe that was what he needed to apologize to Alastair for.

‘I don’t think so,’ Cordelia said. ‘I think he made this decision alone, and never told anyone. You were probably already here, or at least in a deep sleep, when he did it. Don’t beat yourself up over it, it wasn’t your fault. Lucie, any ideas to find the thief now? Can the other souls help?’

‘They’re under his control,’ Lucie said, ‘but his power is spread thin. I think I can command some of his souls.’

Thomas wasn’t sure he understood what Lucie was doing when she started speaking to the souls once they were outside. They came to listen. Something drew them there. Thomas wanted to listen too. He wanted to do as she asked. Perhaps he was a soul too. Lucie could see ghosts, he remembered. She’d always seen ghosts.

‘I need you to find the thief of souls, and return to me. And if by chance you come upon Alastair Carstairs, bring him to me.’

‘Do they know who Alastair is?’ Thomas asked Lucie.

‘They don’t, but I do so that’s enough,’ Lucie said. ‘They take my commands quite well.’

‘That’s good news, but be careful with saving power,’ Cordelia said. ‘You’ll have to keep everything at bay while I fight him.’

Cordelia was carrying a golden sword, so Thomas guessed she would be the one who could kill the thief of souls. To do that, they had to find him though.

‘I’m not dead, am I?’ Thomas asked.

‘Not yet,’ Lucie said. ‘But if we don’t kill the thief, you or Alastair will die.’

‘If he hides from you, does that mean you can defeat him?’ Thomas said. ‘If he believed he could easily win this fight, he’d confront you and try to kill you. If he’s hiding, that means he’s scared, doesn’t it?’

‘Perhaps, but I’m counting on the worst until something proves otherwise,’ Cordelia said.

‘Or perhaps it’s because of the deadline,’ Lucie mused.

‘It won’t matter to him if he dies now or tomorrow,’ Cordelia said. ‘The deadline matters for us, because if we fail Alastair or Thomas will die. But their souls have no use for him if he’s dead. Nor do I think one more soul will tip the scales and make him too strong to defeat.

Thomas, if we find Alastair, I must ask you not to kiss him until after the thief dies. Alastair’s bargain is fulfilled when he kisses you and then he’d die.’

Thomas longed to kiss Alastair, had for a long time, so he was glad for the warning. Would Alastair kiss him when they reunited, without telling him what he’d done, never giving him a choice? He didn’t quite understand what Alastair had done, and most importantly, why. He would never have asked Alastair to die for him, he would never have wanted it. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel when he saw Alastair again. He would be happy, of course, if they both survived, but he was also upset about what he’d done. He knew it was sweet in a way, that Alastair had done it out of love, but it was too much. Thomas had never wanted anyone to die for him, least of all Alastair.

#Lucie Herondale #Thomas Lightwood #cordelia carstairs #Alastair Carstairs #the last hours #Thomastair #Lucelia #fanfiction #tlh

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lifewouldbebetteronmars · 4 years ago

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Hello, can you write a Thomastair based on the prompt where Alastair dies and Thomas thinks about their time together?? ❤❤❤

Of course I can! This is one of the ones I was actually excited to write because I know exactly what I want to write. I’m sorry that is took so long but it hurt to write and I hope you like it!

I hope none of you hate me after this because this fic might hurt more than Castle Towers Fall, and that’s saying a lot.

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Seasons of Love (Modern AU)

“Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

How do you measure a life of a woman or a man?” - Seasons of Love, Rent

Thomas could barely remember the funeral, it had gone in a blur. There wasn’t a lot of crying, maybe Cordelia and Jasper (not that he really understood what had happened), but Thomas couldn’t even recall if he had cried as well, he hadn’t really even cried at all the past few days. He felt numb the whole time as everyone droned on and on about how sorry they were, how missed Alastair would be, how they could only imagine how he felt.

Thomas didn’t even know how he felt. All he knew was that it hurt. Everything hurts. And unlike every time before that, Alastair isn’t there to make it better. He didn’t know if he was angry or sad, he didn’t know if he was tired or hungry anymore.

Now he just sat there on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall, all alone in his and Alastair’s flat. James and Cordelia had offered to take Jasper for the weekend, saying it would be a good distraction for the both of them. After Sona had died, Alastair went to court to get custody over his brother, something Elias had detested and tried his hardest to fight. Thomas remember how the trials had been, how Alastair was barely grieving his mother in his haste to make sure Jasper wasn’t ruined by Elias like he was.

Alastair was pacing the floor of their bedroom, to the point where Thomas was concerned for the carpet underneath his feet.

“Calm down, love, it’ll be fine.” Thomas had tried to comfort from his spot on the edge of the bed, but apparently it was no use, because Alastair was still stressing anyways.

Alastair turned to him sharply, an unreadable look on his face. “But what if it’s not, Thomas? What if they rule in Elias’s favor? I won’t let my brother be ruined by that bastard, I won’t!”

“They won’t. Once they meet Elias and hear yours and Cordelia’s statements, Jasper will be in our custody, the lawyers said it would be an open and shut case. You know this.” Thomas had said calmly.

“But they also said that Elias could have a chance, with what his lawyers have been spewing about us.” Alastair spat and Thomas sighed, knowing he was right. Elias’s lawyers had pulled out all the stops in order to get Jasper. From saying Elias had successfully gone to rehab to saying Alastair shouldn’t have Jasper because he’s his half-brother, not even really a Carstairs in according to Elias’s lawyers.

Thomas then stood up, moving behind Alastair to wrap his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “But you and I both know that none of that matters. The judge will see through Elias’s facade and Jasper will be safe, here, with us before you know it. I promise.” Alastair turned and buried his head in Thomas’s chest.

“Thank you.” he whispered but Thomas heard him.

“Anytime, my love. Anytime.”

And Thomas had been right, the judge saw right through Elias’s facade at the last trial. Right after Elias’s lawyers had said it wouldn’t be beneficial for Jasper to grow up in a home with two men, instead of his own father. Needless to say, they had gotten to take Jasper home with them that very day. That was almost four years ago, even if it only felt like yesterday to Thomas. Alastair had only just been talking about what they were going to do for Jasper’s fourth birthday party, which Thomas didn’t even have the heart to cancel now. Even if Alastair wasn’t going to be there anymore. He looked around the room, at the photographs on the wall, all taken by Alastair, all of them amazing and special in their own way.

His eyes then focused on Alastair’s piano, just wishing Alastair come back and play it again for him. He could still remember the first time he had asked him to...

“Oh come on Alastair! Please!” Thomas had begged one lazy Sunday afternoon. They had spent most of the day in bed, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows and sharing lazy kisses.

“No, Thomas.” Alastair had said and tried playing it off, saying that he was terrible at the piano, so bad that he would make Thomas deaf. But Thomas had said he would risk his hearing to hear Alastair play at least once.

Eventually Alastair had given in, rolling his eyes as he sat down at the piano bench. He took a deep breath before starting to play. It was simple, familiar tune that Thomas knew well. It was one of the first songs Thomas had sung to Alastair, an old Elvis Presley song, that Thomas had said reminded him of Alastair. And oh, Alastair wasn’t bad, not at all. He was absolutely amazing as he played the keys with a practiced finesse.

Thomas couldn’t help but sing the last line of the song as Alastair’s playing started to slow.

“For I can't help falling in love with you...” he sang, moving to sit next to the other boy, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Alastair leaned into his touch, resting his head on Thomas’s broad shoulder. His eyes were closed and he was breathing softly, Thomas would have thought he was asleep if he hadn’t just seen him playing.

“See, I’m terrible. I hope it was worth going deaf for.” Alastair whispered, eyes still closed. Thomas rolled his eyes and kissed the top of Alastair’s head.

“Yes, you’re absolutely horrible, Lassie.”

That little routine played out almost every time Thomas asked Alastair to play for him. Alastair would refuse and say he was terrible and out of practice, Thomas would convince him with kisses until he gave in and played a song or two. The three of them would spend afternoons like that; Alastair playing as Thomas sang, Jasper clapping from next to them on the bench, always asking them to play nursery rhymes he learned at his preschool.

He shifted his eyes from the piano to the rings on his pinkie and ring fingers. He looked at them with a sad smile, bittersweet thinking about the wedding they were supposed to have. They hadn’t told anyone their plans yet and hadn’t planned to, which annoyed all of their friends and family to no end.

They planned to take a trip to Paris in June, Jasper included, and have a small ceremony there, something small and intimate. It was their favorite place after all and it was where Thomas had realized his feelings for Alastair the first time and the place he’d proposed.

“Marry me.” Thomas had said. They were sitting on the balcony of their hotel room, drinking tea and talking before bed. Alastair had paused, his tea nearly spilling on him as the mug wobbled in his shaky hands.

He looked over at him, dark eyes wide and unsure. Thomas hated when he had that look on his face, one that he knew must have been constant during his relationship with Charles. Alastair looked down at his mug of tea just as quickly as he looked up, whispering. “Really?” It was just loud enough for Thomas to hear the way his voice shook, as if he thought this wasn’t real.

“Yes, really. I want you to be my husband, Lassie. I want to be able to call myself your husband and say ‘You see that beautiful man right there, that’s my husband’. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, until we’re old and grey, and wearing adult diapers because we can’t go to bathroom on our own anymore. I want us to have a family of our own, so Jasper isn’t by himself when he gets older. I want everything and more with you, I want that more than anything,” Thomas stopped, moving to get the ring box out of his pocket. He’d been carrying it around for months now, trying to get the courage to tell Alastair how he felt. “I’ve been carrying around this ring for a few months now, waiting for the perfect moment to arrive and I didn’t want to miss it. And now is the perfect moment. Because it’s just you and me in our favorite city in the world, and that’s perfect for me. So will you, Alastair Jahan Carstairs, marry me, Thomas Gideon Lightwood and make me the happiest man alive?”

Alastair finally looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, some of them slipping down his cheeks. He nodded with a small smile, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Thomas knew full well that he had a stupid grin on his face that Alastair would say make him look like an idiot. Thomas stood up and gathered Alastair into his arms, kissing every inch of his face that he could. Alastair was attempting to kiss back but it was hard with the amount of smiling he was doing.

When they had both finally pulled back, foreheads touching, Alastair’s arms wrapped around Thomas’s neck while his arms were wrapped tightly around Alastair’s waist. They stood there, swaying slightly to a beat no one else could hear.

“That last part was awfully cheesy, Lightwood.” Alastair teased lightly as he nuzzled their noses together.

“Soon to be Lightwood-Carstairs.” Thomas corrected.

“Or Carstairs-Lightwood.”

They hadn’t planned to tell anyone about what they were really going to do in Paris, Alastair had said it would be more fun to surprise them. He always did like the dramatics, no matter how much he denied it, it was a fact.

The ring on Thomas’s pinkie was smaller than the one on his ring finger, since it had been fitted for someone else. They weren’t fancy rings, made of silver with a small inscription on the inside of each one.

The bigger of the two read; A.J.C., standing for Alastair Jahan Carstairs. While the small read; T.G.L., for Thomas Gideon Lightwood of course. The inscriptions had been Alastair’s idea, he said it had made the rings a lot more personal than they appeared, like geodes.

He hasn’t taken the rings off since before the funeral. He hadn’t taken Alastair’s off since the hospital, when the nurse gave him Alastair’s bag of belongings. Thomas had cleaned it until his fingers were prunish, before slipping it on his pinkie, the only finger it would fit. He couldn’t bury the ring with Alastair, it hurt too much to even see him in the casket, much less with the ring he was supposed to have until he grew old.

But Alastair would never get to grow old. He would never have their wedding in Paris. He wouldn’t even be at Jasper’s birthday party next month, or the next Christmas, or their next anniversary. It made Thomas angry to think about that, that they didn’t get the years Thomas had promised him.

It made him angry when he thought of the time after their engagement, when they talked about death. How he’d made Alastair promise to find love again if he were to die young, and Alastair made him promise the same thing. He knew he couldn’t live up to that promise. He knew he never could. Because Alastair was it for him, he was the person who made his world turn and the one who made it feel like fighter jets in his stomach (not butterflies, because those are too soft to describe how Alastair makes him feel).

How could anyone else replace that? No one could. No can ease the unbearable pain he’s in, no one can make him stop feeling like he’s going to crawl out of his own skin. Alastair was the only one for him. His true love, his soulmate, all the cliche things like that.

“You better not fall in love with me, Lightwood.”

“That won’t be a problem, Carstairs.”

Alastair had teased when they first got together, half serious and half not. Thomas wasn’t sure if he was grateful that he didn’t listen or not. Maybe if he had listened he wouldn’t be in this position...no, he can’t think that. He would never regret Alastair, never. If he did, it would make him no better than Charles, and Thomas had always strived to be better than him, to make sure Alastair never felt the way he did with Charles ever again.

“I’m so happy I didn’t listen.”

Thomas had whispered against Alastair’s skin in bed that night, causing Alastair to look at him in confusion. He hadn’t remembered when he told Thomas to not fall in love with him.

“I’m happy you didn’t listen either.”

Alastair had said later on, when he thought Thomas had fallen asleep. He hadn’t, but couldn’t bring himself to tell Alastair that, knowing it would embarrass him.

He couldn’t help but lose himself in the memories, nearly drowning himself in the process. From the first day they met, it had been Alastair and it would always be Alastair. That had never changed. Not in the near decade he had known Alastair. Not even when he’s old and grey, in adult diapers and can barely remember his own name. It will always be Alastair.

“You must be Alastair Carstairs! I’m Thomas Lightwood, nice to meet you!” Thomas had said excitedly, holding out his hand for Alastair to shake.

Alastair looked at his hand warily before shaking it. “You’re a little too small, Thomas. I think I’m going to call you pipsqueak.”

Thomas hadn’t even been listening, distracted by the pretty boy in front of him. “I’ll call you Lassie then.” The other boy looked at him in surprise, a small smirk curling on his lips.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine, Thomas Lightwood.”

#the last hours #the last hours fic #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #modern au #based on a song

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neverleftthedesert · 3 years ago

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2, 10, 17, 19? :D

dsmp sona ask meme

(tysm for indulging me omg i would Die for you :)))

2. appearance?

Her appearance has changed A Lot over time, but as of the current canon, Psyche's about five feet tall, pale skin, white-gold eyes (which she always keeps covered with a blindfold), and unrealistically long white-blonde hair. Her most defining feature is definitely the pair of angel wings on her back, "clipped" to prevent flight. I usually picture her wearing a v intricate shiro/hime lolita dress; I doubt she'd variate from that kind of style often. Oh! and she's never seen without her red scarf :)

17. dnd alignment?

Psyche's definitely Neutral Good. While she definitely believed in L'manberg more than anything while it was still around, Technoblade's execution definitely made her realize that you can't always rely on things like systems of law to protect the good of the people; circumstances and potential consequences determine whether or not she'll follow a rule. She always puts the welfare of the community above her own though; during the reconstruction of L'manberg, after most people lost everything they had yet again, she'd take jobs without fee even though she too was struggling to get back on her feet. Despite the running theme of everyone in the SMP being a kleptomaniac, I genuinely think a community like L'manberg would always take care of each other when times got tough. (wow that was way too long,,)

19. most prized possession?

A red scarf that Tommy made for her right after the L'manberg Independence War. Since Tommy canonically knows how to sew, I like to think Psyche taught him how :))

10. backstory? (tw: attempted suicide) (also it's just Very Long bc i copied this from my notes,,)

under the cut for the dashboard's sake,,,

I don’t know if this is asking for a backstory before she came to the SMP but if it is, I don’t have one! For the early years, Psyche’s existence coincides with Wilbur’s—she fought in the original war for independence as a medic (where she lost a canon life), secretly worked for Pogtopia and eventually lived in the ravine during the rebellion. (Mostly because she’s the type to lose herself easily in people like Wilbur, i.e. charismatic leaders with big words and bigger ideas.) After her home was destroyed at the end of the war, she assisted in reconstruction and lived in New L’Manberg until Doomsday. Instead of wisely evacuating beforehand with the majority of the nation, she tried to stop the three most powerful people on the server from destroying the livelihood of so many—and consequently got killed by Technoblade. After everything she loved was destroyed and there was no chance of L’manberg—the thing she’d given everything for—ever coming back, she decided she would die alongside it. However, she just barely survived throwing herself into the crater—if L’manberg didn’t want her dead, she’d live. (She wasn’t going to be happy about it though.) So! Now having lost everything in the world that mattered to her, she decided she would live in the only other place that kind of felt like home—the now abandoned ruins of Pogtopia—living off of Techno’s old potato farm. She encounters a few people living there—like kids dared to go down here at night, traumatized ex-L’manbergians coming there to write poetry, or even Tommy coming to store some of his valuables—but she doesn’t really talk to them (if any, then a tiny bit). The one person she does talk to while living there is Ghostbur, who she’s known since he showed up in New L’manberg and who visits her in Pogtopia a decent amount. After he visited Psyche on a particularly uh. bad mental health day, she had a massive breakdown. For reasons too long even for this already terribly long explanation, she spontaneously sprouts angel-like wings large enough to actually support flight; the tears streaming down her face become tears of pure, molten light (and also just. wouldn’t stop, so now she wears a blindfold so she doesn’t freak people out.). Before she can even really realize what’s happening, DreamXD appears before her, telling her that flying isn’t allowed on the server before uh… “clipping” her wings. Fun. Anyways she doesn’t see Ghostbur after that, or much of anyone until Quackity pays her a visit. How he heard she was alive/here I’m not sure, but he needs a good tailor if he wants Las Nevadas to look good (did I mention she’s a tailor/seamstress before this??), so he figured someone he already knows to be talented and who currently has nothing else to do would be a good option. He sees that she’s not in the best headspace so he tells her that coming to work for him in Las Nevadas will finally give her the purpose she’s looking for again—I mean, when was the last time she made anything? Made other people happy? So yeah thanks for the manipulative pep talk, boss—but it works so Psyche is now a happy resident of Las Nevadas.

#ask meme #dsmp sona #ty again for the ask!!! i rlly appreciate it!! :D

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ramzawrites · 4 years ago

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I’m glad you like reading about c!Leif! And I like answering your questions about him!

So yeah he does other things, like tapestries, wood/stone carving, and all sorts of stuff, painting just happens to be his favorite. I’d say his second favorite would be soapstone carving. He likes to make mini versions of all his animals. Most of the more artistic things are kind of self taught. Before he settled into the sanctuary he traveled a lot to find the ‘perfect place’, during his travels he met plenty of people, he just copied them. Monkey see monkey do really lol.

His anxiety does make him sad sometimes, he would love to make new friends, but his nerves tend to get the best of him. Though he definitely doesn’t mind being surrounded by animals rather than people. As nice as it would be to have friends around to talk to, the quiet is nice most of the time.

I definitely agree that c!Philza would probably have spent a lot of his time traveling and learning about the world. c!Leif would definitely be more inclined to get to know c!Philza seeing as he’s one of the calmer smp members. I like to think that when c!Leif manages to make a new friend he’ll spend hours excitedly introducing them to all of his pets. I can imagine him growing quite fond of c!Philza.

When c!Leif found the ruins I’d say he was more intrigued by the architecture rather than how it got there or who made it. During the process of rebuilding he did stumble upon some strange runes, he wrote them down for later and proceeded to forget what he did with the notes.

The tendrils really only bothered him because of the smell, he heard something about a large red egg at one point, but has yet to put two and two together. He assumes they were just some sort of invasive species, a seed probably stuck to the shoes of a traveler.

I’m really glad you enjoy his character! I really enjoy building his story and it’s fun to rant to you about him!

After getting to know, and open up to c!Ramza, c!Leif would definitely like to consider them a friend. Especially if they offered to help find the rougue chicken. A one way ticket to being c!Leif’s friend, his animals. They seem like a very kind person, and they probably have some entertaining stories he’d enjoy hearing.

And for the final question, this isn’t all of his animals but these are his most prominent friends. Almost all of the animals are named after peoples of Ancient Greece, gods and goddesses, philosophers and scientists, perfect example: Archimedes the chicken. Archimedes was a Greek mathematician, physicist, engineer, inventor, and an astronomer. One of the the more renowned scientists found his time, so it’s only fitting that a chicken who probably knows more than it lets on should be named after him. There are plenty of chickens roaming around the sanctuary, most with names, but Archimedes sticks out more so than the others. He likes to make himself known, if you aren’t paying attention to him he is either tearing up your home or pecking at your feet. There are three different packs in the sanctuary, they don’t stay there full time, they like to roam. The pack that c!Leif is the most friendly with is the smallest one, there are only five wolves in this pack,and c!Leif has lovingly named each of them. There are three siblings: Acesias(a physician),Marinus(a philosopher), and Lobon(a literary forger). A mother to the siblings, Lysias(an orator). And a runt they found in a ditch, Isocrates(a rhetorician, and Spartan general) Lobon and Isocrates are the only males in their little pack. There’s an especially large heard of horses that don’t live in the sanctuary, but c!Leif goes to feed them every morning, most are named, though c!Leif has yet to meet all of them. Four of the named ones include Hecate, Epiphiron, Heimarmene and Gelos. There’s one polar bear he managed to drag home, appropriately named Lyssa, for her rude tendencies. Lyssa was the spirit of mad rage and frenzy.

There are and abundance of birds living in the sanctuary, mainly parrots. One particularly vain parrot is of course, called Aphrodite. There’s a decent size lake that flows into the ocean, there’s freshwater fish living in the lake, and c!Leif can follow the river to the ocean where all of his sea turtle friends are, they tend to ignore him, but he enjoys watching them from time to time.

There’s also a pair of piglins who he has forced to live in a section of the sanctuary. He found them during a trip in the nether, he wasn’t wearing gold so they came after him, he just led them home and trapped them in a little building witch he latter added a lava pool and a bunch of gold to. They begrudgingly stay because they don’t know how to get back to the nether, he calls one Ares for obvious reasons, and the other is Menoetius, a titan god of violent anger and rash violence. He doesn’t like to pick favorites, but he has a favorite. A little bearded dragon, I have a bearded dragon so it only makes sense my sona does too lol. Her name is Anteros, the god of requited love, she likes to ride around on c!Leifs shoulder while he does chores and feeds all the other animals.

As for chores and feeding, c!Leif spends the early hours of the mornings gathering wheat, carrots, meat, etc for all the animals. He goes around to water tubs and troughs , refilling the water tubs around the sanctuary and feeding all the animals. He also spends a good hour scrubbing bird poop and picking up goat droppings, some of the animals just like to do their business wherever. He also goes to the lake to make sure there’s no debris or sickened animals there contaminate the water. That’s another detail about the sanctuary, he has a veterinary room for sick or injured animals he comes across. c!Leif’s interactions with animals vary from animal to animal. Pandas and wolves enjoy belly scratches, parrots like when you talk to them. Turtles are pretty indifferent, cats are cats, they want love, you give them love, they are then filled with rage at the fact that you are touching them. Fish, well, they’re fish. Can’t really pet them lol.

If you have any more questions I’d love to hear them! Some questions help me develop him more so it’s always nice to have questions to answer!

I know you said you enjoy long asks but this feels a little too ridiculously long.

Ohhh that’s cool! Very talented! ngl I would love to see the little figures of the animals 😌 I think they would look incredible cute and awesome!

honestly c!Leif sounds like a person I would definitely approach and ask about how to treat mobs correctly and how to take care of them correctly! I know c!Ramza would! They would probably ask him about it and write down the info he has in order to spread it/ keep it safe for others to research!

I’m happy to hear that he didn’t have to deal with the egg too much and that it went well!

The animals sound so nice! But also mischievious haha I bet c!Leif has a lot on his hands with them but in a good way! I really adore that you use old prominent greek names!

Honestly the place sounds amazing! ngl I would love to see something like this, I imagine this as a really beautiful and peaceful place. I can tell you thought a lot about this and I love it so much!

Would he feel comfortable with inviting people over? Only people that he really trusts or feels he more comfortable having his home for himself and the animals? How would he react if someone gets too close and maybe wants to investigate the place, seeing how anxious he is

Has he had problems with maybe protecting his animals or has his life there been rather peaceful?

#Ramza chats #🏤#🏤-anon #dsmpsona rant #long post

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alienwritings · 5 years ago

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how much is love meant to hurt?

there is a boy named jamie. he was born with demon blood, though he always put more merit in it than it was worth. or perhaps it was everyone else that didn’t put enough worth in? It is hard to tell.

but, there is a boy named jamie. he said once, “i am a herondale. we love but once.”

once, he fell ill and his sister’s friend read to him in his fever and he fell in love with her dark red hair and her dark brown skin and her beautiful, beautiful voice. he grew well and left her home, but she did not leave his heart.

once, there was a boy named jamie. he spent every summer in idris in a house next to a girl with fair hair and a mother worse than she deserved. he felt pity for her and so he kept her company and - one day he was excited enough for the visit of his sister’s friend, the girl he kept in his heart, that he shared this news with this neighbor, this friend, of his.

it was a mistake, but how was jamie to know?

the girl, the neighbor, the friend. she could see so clearly the love the boy felt and told him so. and then - because her mother bade it so - she bound his love away. jamie said once, “i am a herondale. we love but once.” but the girl was special and could make love seem to be where it was not. the neighbor, the friend, asked him to bind himself with a braclet. he did. a silver cuff - a chain he could not escape.

a false gift tied away true love.

there is a boy named jamie. he knew only how to be loyal, even when that loyalty was for a false love. a love that made him ache in a way love never should. he wore a silver cuff around his wrist that blocked away the first and only love he could truly have. this sounds like a sad story, does it not?

oh, it is. in many ways it is. but, the friend, the neighbor, that jamie made could feel pity in her heart too. so when she was able, or perhaps when she realized she herself could not use him anymore, she let him free from his bracelet and his heart thrummed a melody he had almost forgotten. dai-sy. da-i-sy. d-a-i-sy. d-a-i-s-y. daisy.

there was a girl named cordelia. her mother and her brother called her layla and her sister in arms and the boy who held the key to her heart called her daisy. when she was younger she nursed a boy named jamie back to health and from then on nursed a love in her heart.

do you see? do you see how pretty and neat and lovely it could have been? cordelia had a mother who wished her happily married and jamie two parents who had always been fond of cordelia’s family and wanted only good for their son. cordelia, dearest of friends and sisters in arms with jamie’s sister in blood. do you see? it was almost as if the angel had wished it so and, jamie’s family had had more dealings with angels and demons than most.

jamie was bound by a silver cuff, but everytime he was let loose his heart beat daisy . and he found his way to her. cordelia was as loyal a lover as the daisy she was called would suggest. she took him the first time he returned to her. she took him the second. then, she took him even when he was wearing a cuff that bound him away except-

she was not an angel. though, perhaps an angel would have been less forgiving. she was not an angel, so on the day before she promised to wed her love, her jamie (though he could not be hers with what bound him away) she asked him a simple request.

it is late at night, the wedding is to take place outdoors, but lucie insisted that cordelia prepare in the institute. lucie said that if it was not to be a real marriage, it should at least be fun. sona hand protested gently, but she knew that her daughter would be kept far away and in the safe hands of her parabatai, and lucie was always careful about not letting others monopolize time she had claimed for her and cordelia. so cordelia spent her last unmarried night in lucie’s room for as long as she could but-

the marriage was a white marriage. a false marriage for a year. a marriage to keep james from punishment for only doing what he could not help to do. and yet, cordelia did not want disloyalty. she had asked just that of james when he’d gone down on one knee to protect cordelia’s honour after she had lied to protect him. he had agreed, and yet.

and yet he still wore another girl’s bracelet around his wrist. so cordelia could not fall asleep the night before her wedding, because she would not marry a man who was tied to another so visibly. she did not know what time it was when she finally slipped out from the bed she was sharing with lucie, but it did not seem to matter anymore. she was careful to be as quiet as she could to not wake lucie. thankfully, lucie was a terribly heavy sleeper. cordelia tied back her red locks with a ribbon she found on lucie’s vanity. she looked for a robe, but settled for a discarded blanket from earlier in the day.

then, with the ribbon that likely clashed horribly with her hair (it was too dark to tell) and the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, cordelia crept out from the room and tiptoed down the hall as if she was a stealth demon.

it was easy to find james’ room. she’d visited him in there before, both when he was ill and the times when his parents shoved them into it with mischievous looks. she paused when she finally reached it. there was a part of her that still felt as if she was asking for too much when she asked for loyalty. but-but this would still be her only first wedding day. and, frankly, it was a wedding day she had dreamed of for years, all the way down to the groom it would be. she scrunched up her eyes and told herself she deserved loyalty at the very least on the day of their wedding. so cordelia held her breath and lightly knocked on the door.

she had hoped, in the back of her mind, that her knock would be too light for james to hear and she would have to find her way back to lucie’s room, out of luck. her hopes were ignored. she heard bedsheets rustling and footsteps and then-

“daisy? Is that you on the other side of the door?” the voice was hoarse, a little tired. and it was clearly james. cordelia felt her skin heat at the sound of his rasps and cleared her throat as discreetly as she could.

“er, yes. sorry.”

“no worries, daisy,” james said on the other side of the door. cordelia could almost hear the smile in his voice. “i would open the door, but it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

cordelia snorted at that, but said no more, her words suddenly lost.

james waited a moment before speaking up again, “daisy, are you alright? is there something you need?”

there , cordelia thought. this is the moment. and it was. “james. i know this is a little silly but, well. do you think you could take off grace’s bracelet just for the wedding? i understand that the marriage isn’t to be real, but it is going to be a wedding, my first wedding, nonetheless and i don’t really want it to be to man wearing a token of affection for someone else.”

there was another pause when cordelia finished. she bit her lip, and opened her mouth to take back what she had just said-

“daisy close your eyes, please,” james said.

“um, alright.” cordelia did as she asked, and then she heard the creak of the door and felt the woosh of air and then - the warmth of james close to her.

“see, my eyes are closed because it’s bad luck and i think it’s only fair if yours are as well. now, will you take the bracelet off yourself and keep it for me? that way you will know i don’t have it.”

cordelia smiled, eyes still closed, and reached out and fumbled for james’s wrist. her hands met james’s arm and she took a quick breath when she realized he, at the very least, wasn’t wearing a shirt with sleeves. then she hurried on and let her hands trace down his arm to try and not seem out of place, they settled on the cold metal of the silver bracelet and she snapped it off and pulled it close to her. she hear james let out a breath almost-almost of relief?

“i-cordelia?”

“yes james?”

“i. please never let me wear that bracelet ever again.” “um, if you’re sure james.”

“i’m sure. well, i think we both ought to go back to bed. It’s late and we’re to be married tomorrow. er, cordelia. do you think we could talk once more tomorrow, before the wedding?”

“if you’d like, of course,” cordelia said. and then, smiling, she added. “afterall, i did wake you up in the middle of the night to talk to me. i think a chat in the day can easily be arranged.”

james laughed lightly. then, they bid each other goodnight and cordelia rushed back to bed and hid the bracelet in the bottom of lucie’s dresser before falling asleep easily.

the next day there was a wedding that was not nearly as much of a sham as it would’ve been with a silver cuff.

there is a request made by a girl named cordelia to a boy named jamie at the witching hour. there is a conversation that quickly became a confession and reveal of bound love hours before a wedding.

there is a boy named jamie. once jamie said, “i am a herondale. we love but love once.” he is ridiculously lucky enough to marry the girl he loved.

#tlh #shadowhunters #chain of gold #jordelia #james x cordelia #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #the last hours #rey's writering

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