#Magnus was hoping for everything to be a dream so bad

[nocreativityfornames]

I like talking about my ocs and I like hearing about other people's ocs, so let's talk about them because why the hell not ( part 1? )

Question, what was your MC doing right before they arrived in the Devildom for the 1° time? I'll start: Magnus was peacefully sleeping inside a bus while making their way home when they got summoned & pulled inside the Council Room, falling on the floor ( ouch ) in front of the brothers and Diavolo.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hey!

I have recently entered the fandom and have yet to read the books, but I’ve kinda spoiled myself all of tvl. I was wondering what was lestat’s relationship with his older brothers, if anything was ever mentioned. I know his older brother is Augustin and that the second one wasn’t named, and I know the marquis’ viciousness and his relationship with Lestat, but I know close to nothing about how Lestat’s relationship with Augustin and the other one was. If he loved each other, if they didn’t, what Augustin and the other one thought of Lestat and vice versa.

Do you mind telling me more about them? I’m positive I won’t be able to read tvl for another few months, so I’d appreciate it :D

Hey!

Welcome :) Hope you will enjoy your stay here!

Lestat's... relationship with his brothers (six older brothers, but only two of those had survived into adulthood) is... not good, to put it simply.

They are the ones who go and drag him back when he tries to run away, who lock him up, and beat him. They are the ones who mock him, and berate him. They are the ones scolding him.

Augustin is the one directly named, and so there are a few instances where they talk, or better, where Augustin berates Lestat or scoffs when Lestat tells of the wolves, for example.

"You little bastard, " he said coldly. "You didn't kill eight wolves! "

I don't think there was much love lost between them (all), at least from their side, Lestat was too different, and too full of life for the way they lived at the castle. There is this note that Augustin had "spent his wife's small dowry as soon as he married her." Lestat's family is impoverished gentry, and literally living off the meat Lestat brings back from hunting by the time the wolves happen.

Augustine is also the one who initiates the scene with the "impossible", which is referred to in 1x01, when Louis goes out onto the Fairplay balcony - Nicolas gives Lestat the fur-lined cloak, and Augustin scoffs:

"Now he will really be impossible! "

Which then leads to Nicolas famously saying (and that is what Lestat says in french when Louis steps out there):

"I too am impossible, Monsieur, " he whispered as I gave him the parting kiss. "Someday, will you let me come to talk to you and tell me how you killed them all? Only the impossible can do the impossible. "

This comment by Nicolas is important, but Gabrielle's comment after is also, because:

"But why don't you go down to the town and make a friend of him? " she asked. "Why the hell should I do that? " I asked. "Lestat, really. Your brothers will hate it. And the old merchant will be beside himself with joy. His son and the Marquis's son. "

His brothers will hate it... and both Gabrielle and Lestat want to break free, from their life and from his brothers - her sons - have talked about breaking free at that point, and in that conversation, Lestat confessed to dreaming about killing them all:

"Mother, " I said in a low voice, "there is more to it. Before it happened, there were times when I felt terrible things. " There was no change in her expression. "I mean I dream sometimes that I might kill all of them, " I said. "I kill my brothers and my father in the dream. I go from room to room slaughtering them as I did the wolves. I feel in myself the desire to murder... "

The relationship between them is never resolved.

Lestat's brothers die in the revolution.

I am not sure how the show will spin it, but in the book he is turned before that happens - and with the turning came money, from Magnus, and despite all the bad blood, the beatings and insults, the being locked up... he sends gifts back home.

He goes and purchases toys for his nieces and nephews to send home, and sends money directly. Dreams about renovating and furnishing the castle.

When they die, he thinks about them, often, falls into a depression after Nicki's death, refers to them at the same time that he does think about Nicki.

They are on his mind, despite everything. And I think he loved them, despite everything. They were... family. But an abusive one.

[kairukitsuneo]

Idea from @compaculaaa and co-writing presents::

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What if TFA ULTRA MAGNUS SURVIVES

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⚠️⚠️Heavy Angst, Major Character Death⚠️⚠️

💠Based on context from Trial of Megatron (Pt 1) from TFNation💠

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After handing over the Magnus Hammer to his chosen successor, Ultra Magnus vents, as if a heavy burden has just lift off his weak spark. Abruptly, his internal gears shift and give out, forcing a few of his vital parts to cease in operation.

It's a matter of time before his spark slowly extinguished.

Frightfully, Ultra Magnus searches for the comfort of his lover. There is something, something important to tell him! Alas, nothing moves under his command, not a single digit nor a quiver of his lip plates.

A worried look shoots from Alpha Trion. The older bot senses something is wrong, yet fails to see the turmoils his loved one is battling. Until it is far too late, and Alpha watches with growing panic as Ultra's optic slowly dims down.

The blue helm tilts to the side as if losing all of its weight of life. His active read-out is going unstable and almost flat lines, warranting an emergency aid. Ratchet and Red Alert rush in to assist Perceptor.

"Please save him," Alpha begs, "you have to, please!"

"We will do what we can," Perceptor reassures.

Alpha can only stand by helplessly, darting optics at the busy medics who hurriedly hook Ultra Magnus with more equipment to stabilise his vital. Cables over cables have gruesomely plugs into the bigger body, obscuring the beautiful face he worried for. A blue servo gently put on his clenched fist he had no recollection of doing so. The nervous young bot who is shaken up too, yet selflessly try to comfort the older mech first.

Suddenly, Perceptor calls Alpha Trion and Optimus over by the berth. Optimus hopefully asked, "Is Ultra Magnus alright now?"

"There is nothing we can do," Perceptor's emotionless voice cut down all hope.

Alpha's expression goes blank, as if he is ignoring what he doesn't want to hear. He walks towards the berth, looking at his dearest, who quietly sleeps as though it is a normal daily routine. "Oh Ultra, look at you, you look just tired," the elderly whispers lovingly, "I'm sure you will be chirpy once you rested well!"

Optimus frowns and looks at the others for help with the situation. Weirdly, others say nothing. Ultra Magnus remains attentively "listening" to his lover's stories. And at his last moments, they all who huddle by his berth, silently watching as he slowly fades away.

"He just falls into a recharge, right?" Alpha asks, more of persuading himself than asking the questions.

"I'm sorry, Alpha Trion." Ratchet regretfully informs, avoiding optic contact with the pleading ones, "he has gone offline."

Like a heavy blow to his processor, Alpha Trion stumbles and falls backwards. Luckily, Optimus reacts fast enough to catch him and guides him to be seated. He watches in a daze as everything moves slowly around him; Ratchet and Red Alert remove the spark supporting equipment and cables from Ultra Magnus; Perceptor declares the offline time of the deceased. Alpha Trion hazily shakes his helm, repeatedly murmurs,

No no no this can't be happening!

And he continues to deny the whole thing in his head, thinking it is just a bad dream, or maybe Ultra's vitals will spring back up at the last moment.

But all colours have already drained from the familiar face he once knew. The warmth no longer holds its meaning on the cold and hard chassis. The grey, motionless, and quiet shell, is what's left of his lover.

"We shall prepare for the funeral," Perceptor leads everyone else out of the room, including the concerning Optimus.

As Alpha looks at the grayed corpse of his beloved, now in the optic of no one. He falls to his knees, holding Ultra's servos in his, the servo that was severed from his body.

Finally it sinks in, and he comes to terms with the fact that Ultra Magnus is gone now.

This...this is too unjust. Why take away such a kind and sweet spark from him? The good mech had done nothing wrong and always be there for his people as he leads the Autobots. He protected and saved many of our kinds. Why did fate have to be so cruel to him?

Cleansing tears fall from his optics as he swears at the ill fate, at All-Spark or even Primus for the injustice, until he can cry no more tears.

Tiredly, Alpha lowers his helm, carefully taking a good look at the face he has looked upon many, many times. The smiling face of his; the soulful and longing gaze of his; the angry childish pout of his; One last time, he commits them one by one into his deepest memory banks.

Oh, his beloved, his dearest and precious.

He had to let go now.

"I will love you, for eternity until my spark joins you with the All-Spark."

A final love confession whispers from Alpha's lips as he moves closer and plants a goodbye kiss on the grey ones.

Unnoticed by Alpha's dimmed optics, vivid light shines from within Ultra Magnus' ashy chassis, filling the space between them with a sharp beam of hope. And almost immediately, his colour returns at his core, spreading across his frame and servos like a miracle paint.

Alpha feels his chasis burning hot like a sun. Confusingly, he wants to step back and investigate. But his lips instantly capture by another pair of lively lips.

"Mmh Ultra?" Even through muffled mouth, it doesn't hide the excitement and surprise in Alpha's voicebox. He wants to remain hopeful. To believe what's happening right now.

Alpha kisses again and again, verifying the warmth he felt is not an illusion or glitch. And each kiss is replied with increasing heat of love. Alpha's spark joyously throbs, sensing the pulsing of another spark, as their thread of bond reforming with each intimacy. Finally, he calms down and meets with the bright blue optics in front of him.

"Is it really you? Ultra?"

"Yes, my sweetspark." Ultra smiles devotedly at his love, lifting his uninjured servos to caress the teary cheeks.

They exchange no more words and pull deep into a passionate steamy kiss again. Alpha doesn't want to waste a klik to savour this reunion after what he has agonisingly gone through.

No more big surprises, except for the crowd at the door standing in shock that demands an explanation.

[erimeows]

Transformers: Masterlist

Hi there! I'm Eri, and I write for all sorts of stuff. While I do have everything published on here, I personally choose to have my masterlists linked to my Ao3. As most people who follow me are aware, I do not write for Transformers anymore. I believe Transformers is the thing that got my account going and while I am very appreciative of that, I'm burnt out on Transformers.

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Transformers Headcanons And Scenarios- this is a massive collection of random Transformers headcanons, including x reader and character x character, as well as other random junk. There are so many chapters that tumblr will not let me link them all individually, so please have the entire book!

MegaOp Week- this is the collection of oneshots I did for MegaOp week a couple years back. Enjoy!

Kinktober 2021- this is a compilation of all of the Transformers oneshots I wrote for Kinktober back in 2021. Hope you guys enjoy, everything else from here on out is ficlets!

Character x Character:

Hatefuck (Megatron x Ultra Magnus)

Any Other Way (Blackarachnia x Optimus Prime)

Aftermath (Bumblebee x Prowl)

Winter (Optimus Prime x Ratchet)

Orion's Belt (Optimus Prime x Bumblebee)

Quiet Resource (Optimus Prime x Ratchet)

Synesthesia (Bumblebee x Sentinel Prime)

Happiness Doesn't Wait (Bumblebee x Prowl)

And The Flowers Were Grey (Optimus Prime x Ratchet)

History (Optimus Prime x Sentinel Prime)

Skeletons, Skeletons (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

To Be Known (Bumblebee x Prowl)

Love Us Again (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

Say My Name (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

Blue Cosmos (Optimus Prime x Starscream)

Hellfire (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

To Build A Home (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

A Sight To See (Optimus Prime x Bumblebee)

Evergreen Wasn't Such A Bad Dream (Optimus Prime x Starscream)

Put Your Head On My Shoulder (Optimus Prime x Sentinel Prime)

Derailed (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

Training Wheels (Optimus Prime x Sentinel Prime)

Our Gentle Sin (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

Dreaming Of You (Optimus Prime x Megatron)

Crush (Bumblebee x Optimus Prime)

Happier (Optimus Prime x Sentinel Prime)

Everything Left Unsaid (Optimus Prime x Sentinel Prime)

Ivy (Optimus Prime x Sentinel Prime)

We Don't Make Sense (Optimus Prime x Sentinel Prime)

Character x Reader:

Super Bass (Ultra Magnus x Reader)

Through The Years (Optimus Prime x Reader x Megatron)

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes (Ultra Magnus x Reader x Megatron)

When Your Actions Have Consequences (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Use (Prowl x Reader)

In Your Eyes (Swindle x Reader)

At The Shrine Of Your Lies (Sentinel Prime x Reader)

A Piece Of You (Ultra Magnus x Reader)

Honey Bunches (Megatron x Reader)

Bound To Be (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Snow (Optimus Prime x Reader)

All The Birthdays Optimus Didn't Celebrate + The One He Did

Butterscotch (Prowl x Reader)

Vintage (Megatron x Reader)

Flickering (Lockdown x Reader)

Feel It In The Sunrise (Megatron x Reader)

Pen And Paper (Megatron x Reader)

Crazy (Optimus Prime x Reader)

The Test (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Breaking Point (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Worship (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Bitter (Wasp x Reader)

Mine (Sentinel Prime x Reader)

Are You Bored Yet? (Ultra Magnus x Reader)

Afterthought (Blurr x Reader)

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is Yours (Starscream x Reader x Megatron)

Twice As Hard (Megatron x Reader)

Poison Paradise (Sentinel Prime x Reader)

Slippery (Bulkhead x Reader)

The Announcement (Megatron x Reader)

Exploration (Jazz x Reader)

Impasse (Optimus Prime x Reader)

White Linen, White Rose (Bulkhead x Reader)

Ultraviolet (Soundwave x Reader)

Strange Land (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Feverish (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Healing (Ratchet x Reader)

Yellow Roses (Bumblebee x Reader)

For You (Optimus Prime x Reader)

Intervention, Baby (Prowl x Reader)

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday Prompt: timetravel with both Alec and Magnus returning to the start of their journey. By this time however Alec has been married to Magnus for years, and led the Clave for years. Meaning he no longer defines his worth through his family and he demands the respect he deserves. His „they cannot have been that bad“ nostalgic view on the terrible three and reality clash quite badly, resulting in quite a lot of change to the timeline and a lot of forced growing up for the trio.

here we go! i hope you enjoy this! thank you for the lovely prompt!

lumine

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Perhaps, if they weren’t soul bonded, Alec could have been convinced it was a dream.

That’s what everyone else thinks.

That he reacted violently when he woke up from his fever because of a dream and the medics say it’s natural. That his temperature was dangerously high for a nephilim and that they weren’t sure he’d make it.

If it weren’t for Magnus, Alec might believe them, but no one and nothing can convince him that what he has with Magnus doesn’t still exist.

He’s seen stranger things than the tantrums of time and while it’s strange to walk the Institute’s halls in a body so much different from the one he’s used to; he knows it’s real.

Alec sees a young, alive Izzy and Jace and while his heart leaps to see them again and so youthful, there is something far more important.

So, he nods and keeps his face blank and gets rid of them as fast as he can, pleasantly surprised at how easily they back off and let him rest.

The moment they’re gone, Alec is using his stele to carve a series of secret runes. The Commander of an Institute is privileged to know the secrets of their home and Alec isn’t surprised when the passage opens up.

Finding Magnus loft should be difficult, but Alec’s never found an easier path to walk. His feet lead him past wards that sing when they touch him and a door that opens before he raises his hand to knock.

A shockwave of magic knocks him back but the wards catch him. Alec stares because Cat and who he recognizes must be Ragnor are both violently struggling to contain Magnus.

The shockwave wasn’t an attack or defense, but a backlash of their magic against Magnus. The three of their magics are struggling not to hurt each other and Magnus’ magic seems torn.

As if Magnus can’t bring himself to hurt his friends, but that letting them keep him contained is torturing him.

Cat is crying and so is Ragnor and Alec knows instantly that Magnus must have also had a fever. If Cat and Ragnor were healing him and here when he woke, they would have been compelled to stop him.

Because Alec knows that Magnus would have said fuck to the timeline, to the clave, to the world and come to him.

Which would mean they’re stopping Magnus from what they probably assume is a fever-induced attack on the clave.

—

Magnus is ready to do very stupid things if it means breaking free from the hold Cat and Ragnor have on him until a fourth energy presses against the barrier.

Magnus’ magic croons, delight in every particle of it as it presses harder, a possessive need fueling it.

“Alexander—” Magnus demands quietly because his vice his hoarse from screaming and his boy comes to him. Not even Cat and Ragnor’s combined magic can compare to the desire that Magnus magic has to be reunited with Alec.

The minute he has his beloved, his darling Alexander back in his arms, everything goes still.

Magnus isn’t aware of the flashes of blue and gold that dance between them, only that he has Alexander pressed against him and can feel him again.

“Alexander, you must never leave my side again,” Magnus orders him because he can’t bear it. From the way Alexander’s arms tighten like bands of platinum around him at the thought, his boy agrees.

As their bond settles back into place, Magnus sighs in contentment as his control returns back, his magic, — all of it that he gained as sole sovereign of Edom — returns to him.

With their magic slowly dissipating, Cat and Ragnor hover around him and Magnus loves them, but he doesn’t trust these versions of his dear family with Alexander just yet.

So, he wraps ward after ward around his boy as Alexander presses close and breathes him in.

[totheidiot]

intro post :)))

hm okay so most basic information about meee. the name is arian, my pronouns are strictly he/him. i am a sex-averse asexual (not sex-repulsed. keep that in mind because i do interact with suggestive content like a sex joke or a smut fanfiction sometimes. so be wary of that please !!). also on the arospec, specifically panromantic. i like to write A Lot and you will know from my posts. i am regrettably not a funny person either. hmm i think that's all !!

fandoms !

stranger things - all posts tagged under #the monster show that got really popular - don't exactly post so much about it? you might see this tag only when i might be engaging with my st mutuals or when i post a fanfiction update

the magnus archives - all posts tagged under #rusty quill presents: this man has too many eyes. - a tag you shall see very often !! have not begun s5 (will touch that probably, next month?) but got hugely spoilered for it.

the magnus protocol - all posts tagged under #rusty quill presents: the lack of eyes is causing me unease. - i am in the place with most of the fandom ! waiting for the next episode that is.

the goldfinch - all posts tagged under #the gay bird book - you will probably never see it now, still worth checking out my old posts? i don't even remember if they were good or not.

the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy - all posts tagged under #crash into the 42nd answer - live laugh love 80s sci-fi comedy series that forever changed my style of humor.

death note - all posts tagged under #something about death and a notebook. or whatever. she dies of diarrhea in three minutes. - enjoy the lawlight brainrot.

tags !

#🍂 arian's shit : all text post that i wrote myself ! every post i didn't reblog, all of that !! even some reblogs are tagged with this if i add a lot of my own thoughts to another post.

#🪐 arian's asks : my replies to asks i get :) anons are tagged with #those who have no name and the hate anons are tagged with #those who deserve no name i only got one hate anon even that was in my old blog but it's best to be prepared ! if it's not an anon ask, i will tag it with the asker's username or if they are mutual, they get a special tag !

#📷 arian's friends <33 : all the interaction with my mutuals and friends <3

#📝 arian writes fanfiction : pretty self explanatory !! all the times i mention my fanfiction !

☁ arian's very complicated and strange dreams : a very miscellaneous tag ! basically talking about my dreams

#🌌 arian contemplates his universe : textposts written by me that are not really connected to a specific fandom. posts might get a bit personal/random/vent-y

fanfiction !

the goldfinch

things we don't talk about . : xandra hears strange, loud and suspicious noises from theo’s bedroom. upon closer inspection, she discovers that boris is staying the night. the next morning, she confronts them about it. 1/1 , tw references to alcohol, implications of underage sex, internalized homophobia. not my best work at all, but you can read this one !!

six of crows

a fool's game : modern era hs au where the crows are hired by their principal van eck to steal the rival school fjerda high's mascot before the games. 6/? abandoned. tws of six of crows really. don't read this one, abandoned and i don't know how to even feel about this.

stranger things

i got your letter (hope you feel better than i do) : will gets sent a series of anonymous love letters in his locker. mike's been awfully quiet about this. 2/2, tw internalized homophobia. i don't really like this one but it's been very well-received so you can give this shot if you !

your apparition passes through me : that's the masterpost, everything you need to know :)) DO read this one, this is still very much ongoing <3

we both matter (don't we?) : mike asks max if she could go to California with him on spring break. that sounds like a bad idea, but she goes for it. el is unhappy in lenora; she is not in love with one of her first friends, but she is painfully in love with the certain red-haired skateboarder girl, who makes her laugh. 1/2 i have no idea if there will be a continuation? this was really good in my opinion, kind of sucks that it didn't get any love :((

upcoming !

stranger things

two byler fanfiction, both coincidentally i'll be co-writing with mutuals :). one of them is a eeaao au, written with @qulizalfos and the other is very longfic, slightly crack fic written with @iamtheoneandonlyever that documents mike and will's life from college, all the way to their fifties.

the magnus archives

আমি তো চক্ষুর বস্ত্র ধরে / দেখতে পাই অতীত, ভবিষ্যত, পৃথিবীর অধ্যাত্ম। : a character study of jonathan sims, before being the Archivist. all written entirely in bangla, bangladeshi!jon obviously, a focus on his language, his grandmother and his culture. only like two people in the fandom probably can read this.

here are my side-blogs :)) : @incaseimakeit-daily and @16-04-16-daily . also, credits for the dividers goes to @//saradika-graphics :))

[khaleesiofalicante]

Rafale and Cami's discussions and angst are another level of complicated and so fucking good!! Like, I understand Cami's position, but at the same time I know the pain and pressure Rafael is dealing with rn, and while yes, he's not leading as much as barely keeping under control, he's still doing everything in his power... but will that be enoight?? FUCKING WOW.

“People don’t read porn anymore,” Magnus rolled his eyes. “Not for the last fifty years at least.” “Don’t ask me how I know this but I know David does,” Alec rolled his eyes too.  PLEASE HE'S SO DONE WITH EVERYONE JAGDCJHZDGC

Alec and David talking and bonding and Alec giving advice😍😍. I need more of that so bad!!! He’s always felt like hope was a dangerous thing. The only thing more dangerous than broken hearts was broken hope. HE KNOWS THINGS!!

All the people who cared for him ended up dead. Looking back, the foreshadowing makes me feel both stupid and depressed LMAO

The way I love Arthur's POV in this chapter is not normal. istg I've read it like three times and I cry every time 😭😭. It was shocking, and terribly sad and so beautifully written. I don't really take many pictures of myself and never, EVER, take pictures of myself crying, but I remember I was reading this chapter at like 2 am and bawling my eyes out, trying not to make a noise so I wouldn't wake someone up and trying to swallow the pain in my chest and then thought "lmao this looks so weird I am crying about fictional people and this is my definition of having a good time, I need a pic lol"

Arthur never saying visions and just calling them dreams and nightamares, that is so in character and sad at the same time. And how hard, living like that, constantly getting stuck on this visions all the time, never telling anyone and just learning about them little by little 🥺😭. God, it was just so good and I felt my heart beating faster and faster like I was the one trapped in a vision!!!

Also, don't think we've forgotten about that little boy Arthur saw!! I am not letting a single detail slide😤😤

And yet, he had fallen in love with Kincaid anyway. He had fallen in love with the boy who he witnessed kill his brother a thousand times. I coudl write a whole essay just about this, please don't let me 😭

So, he watched the man cry quietly, clutching a stele in his hand. WAIT THIS WAS AFTER DAVID DRAW THE AGONY RUNE, RIGHT??

I have to make a list of my top favorite moments in lbaf, but this scene definetly has a place there!! I LIKE PAIN DON'T JUDGE ME!

Thank you so much. I struggled SO MUCH with that particular Arthur POV. I'm glad it turned out well :)

So, he watched the man cry quietly, clutching a stele in his hand - this is a vision of Other David before his suicide.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Burn - a Magnus Archives fic

An AU Somewhere Else - part of the Magnus Monsterverse series.

Spoilers for the whole podcast.

There's a lot to take in.

Jon is doing his best...

And so is Timothy Stoker.

AO3

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I had only been free for a month and change.

It didn’t feel like a month and change. A thousand years felt like nothing, like one bad night’s sleep, filled with unpleasant dreams and little rest. A month and change, on the other hand—of physical therapy (because maybe I needed it?); of long, confusing tests: of questions I could not answer; of a hospital bed and beeping sounds; of learning to walk again like a normal person instead of some lurching beast; of communicating and speaking as an I and not a We or It…

That felt like a thousand years.

I dozed a little on Martin’s shoulder on the way back. Was it actual sleep? I wasn’t sure; I hadn’t been able to sleep during the apocalypse, and I certainly had not for centuries as floating eyeballs.

But this was… this was good.

Peace.

Martin rested his head on mine. I think we both rested.

Jared opened the car door. “Like a couple of cats, right?  I’d leave you in there, but I got places to be.”

His weird Corruption hookup. Well, whatever floated his boat. “Sorry.���

“Don’t be. 'S nice to see.” He shrugged. “Lonely and Eye. Wouldn’a predicted it.”

He was hoping he could find this same togetherness, though Flesh and Corruption were often at odds. He found this person quite attractive, and they made him laugh, and never made him feel stupid or crass, and—

What are you doing? I asked the Eye, who was showing me this, who wasn’t trying to give me all of Jared’s mind and life story, but certainly more than I could know on my own.

Romance! It wordlessly informed me.

(Its delight was known to me. Known like the sound of my voice from inside my own head.)

This wasn’t new. I’d thought it was because interacting with this as myself was new, but It had been… like this… for at least a few years.

Funny. I hadn’t been afraid of the Eye in a very long time; whatever we’d reached in my doomed world, though wicked, had been… good, at least for me. Should I be afraid now? Was there a point? It almost seemed absurd to be afraid of the One who kept me so carefully for so long in the only way It knew how.

“Thanks,” said Martin, and tucked me under his arm as we headed back between the rectangles.

Just my luck—Jane wasn’t outside anymore. “Does Leitner own all of this?” 

“I genuinely don’t know?” said Martin. “I don’t even know how he made money again when they came through here. For all I know, he pod-peopled his alternate self in this place.”

“Pod-people?”

“Jon—”

I chortled. “I understood. I’m teasing you.”

“Oh, I see,” he said, sounding far too pleased by my machinations. “So I’ll have to go more modern, then. Face Off, maybe?”

The Eye plastered strange images in my head of Nicolas Cage and John Travolta being increasingly bizarre, and I stuttered. “What in blazes did you just reference?”

“We’re watching it tonight,” he said with fiendish delight. “Popcorn and everything.”

I laughed, face against his arm. “Must we?”

Martin kissed me. “Human activities. It’s a good choice.”

And heaven help me, I tried to flirt. “I’ll give you human activities.” I sounded like a moron, and my face went hot.

He started giggling.

I muttered, “I don’t think that’s how flirting works.”

“Only the best kind,” he said, still snickering, and brought me inside.

#

He’d done beautiful things with the rectangle that was his flat.

Painted the walls like sea, with frothing waves near the ceiling, and such fine detail in color progression and distant bubbles that, for a moment, my breath was taken away. I felt enveloped, out to sea, gloriously free. Incredible.

“Oh!” I breathed.

“Mike helped me,” he said, popping off his shoes, walking over thick and lovely throw rugs that somehow seemed like sea floor. “It’s a little more Vast than I wanted, but it still feels like home.”

I’d found his gills. I’d kissed them. They were delicate, sensitive. “Do you wish you still lived in the sea?”

“Well, yes and no. Yeah, because of course I do, no, because I’d never come out again. I’d be lost.”

Even his bulb choices were perfect—no harsh lighting, but gentle, like sun diffused through water. And… “It’s so quiet.”

“Oh—yes, the Lukases helped with that.”

“The Lukases!”

He sighed. “They paid for soundproofing in the walls. Sort of said I’m an honorary member, or whatever.”

“Wait just a damn minute. I was told they didn’t have the big groups here—the Magnus institute, Solus Shipping, Pinnacle Aerospace, all of it.”

“Sure, but there’s still the Lukas family, who’s a lot friendlier than they were, and also a lot more religious?”

“ More religious? Please don’t tell me they fund Leitner.”

“Oh, no, he’s got no backers—he’s rich on his own, though I don’t know how.” 

“But the Lukases?”

“They sought me out. Offered me their home.”

I stared at him. 

He had his back to me, fussing with a bookshelf. 

“Are… they didn’t hurt you?”

“No. Anyone Lonely is family to them.”

“That’s literally the opposite of how that works.”

“You know that, and I know that. They’re not the same.”

I tried to picture this and could not. “I don’t know what to make of this,” I admitted.

“We’re all here,” he said, suddenly turning to me. “Trapped here, saved and brought here… trying to make it work after we made the worst decision any of us ever could have.” And he looked so vulnerable, eyes shiny. “Given what we all did, none of us deserved that second chance. You know that, don’t you?”

“Deeply,” I whispered.

“So we all find a way to make it work here. And we all have one another’s back here. Jane makes sure that we aren’t spied on—her little creatures check all the walls all the time, all the wires, the plumbing, everything. Callum Brodie uses his shadow creatures to make sure that none of us are followed. And—”

“Brodie?”

“A seriously depressed teenager now, but we’re helping him.”

“He was alone,” I whispered. “A child.”

“Being fed on by the Dark. Yes.”

I shook my head. “But Leitner knew when we left the complex.”

“Yes, we let him have that—a general camera in the courtyard, observing when we leave the buildings. It’s a compromise.”

I stared. “This is why no one knows how to respond to me yet,” I said. “They don’t know if I’m… part of this… this…”

“Found family. That’s the term. And by gods, none of us deserve to have found it, but we’re here. We’re here.” Tears spilled down his cheeks, dampening his collar.

I came to him, then. Came to him in his ocean apartment and held him tight, compressing, keeping, protecting (yes We would do anything to save him), and he sobbed on my shoulder, and I didn’t know what to do other than what I already was.

It was enough. He held me back, clutched, clung, and it was enough.

#

His tears faded, and we breathed. 

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?” I whispered back, and kissed his neck, under his collar where some of the gills hid.

“I’m supposed to be helping you adjust, but here I am, doing this.” He didn’t sound that upset. Of course not. We were together.

“Oh, yes,” I murmured, lips on his skin. “We can’t possibly be there for each other. That would be madness.”

He went so still. “I said that to you.”

“You said that to me.” I confirmed with a kiss.

“In the cabin. After it… after everything.”

“Not quite after everything.” This was important. “After Lukas. After we got away, made it north. After you… struggled to stay with me.”

“It was so hard,” he whispered. “So hard to stay out of the Lonely.”

“Yes. And you did it—you… you did it.” Another kiss. “And then one night, after we found Daisy’s 21-year Dewar’s whiskey and got into it, I ended up crying on your lap all night about my grandmother’s plants.”

His laugh is wet, but real. “Gods, I’d forgotten that.”

“I didn’t. Definitely not one of my better moments.”

“Well, it was only fair,” he said, stroking my hair. “You weren’t there when she passed, and that wasn’t your fault at all, but her plants died before anyone even knew to check on her. I know, Jon. You felt awful about it.”

“I still do. How pathetic; it’s been a long time.”

“It’s not pathetic. It’s one of the things I love about you; you don’t stop caring, no matter what burns you, or bites you. It matters, Jon.”

“Even… in your ending?”

He went stiff.

I waited. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Maybe I just ruined everything. Maybe I—

“Yes,” he whispered. “Even then. Because you became a god, Jon, and you were going to end the world your way—but the moment I… the moment you realized that meant I would die, you changed course. You steered the whole thing away from total destruction. Even then, you cared.”

It was my turn to be still. “I wasn’t a god.”

“You were. Sasha thinks you might be now, too.”

I laughed. “Right. A god.” I pulled back, expecting his matching grin.

He was not grinning. 

“I’m not a god. I’m going to need an income, for crying out loud.”

Martin didn’t blink. “You became something else—something that wasn’t an avatar. Something none of us were. You changed the first time like all of us did, but then you changed a second time. That’s the difference.”

“Martin, I didn’t—”

“It wasn’t another version, so don’t try that. It was you. Just you. But you’re right, anyway.” The tension was gone. “We are here for each other.”

So we were putting talk of deification in the ‘later’ pile. All right. “Someone very wise said that to me,” I complimented unnecessarily, since we’d literally just discussed the moment. I sighed. “I am very bad at flirting.”

“I like the way you do it,” he said, and kissed me.

And then there came a knock at the door.

#

We both jumped. 

“Hang on,” he said, and headed for the door.

“Wait!” I said.

“If it was someone bad, we’d have been alerted,” said Martin, and opened the door.

Tim.

Tim stood—

Tim, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a scowl, with old burns on one arm and a gaze that slid right past Martin and onto me.

Oh, gods. Oh, gods.

“So it’s true,” he said. “They did find one of you.”

And it was not his playful voice, and it was not his on-the-edge-of-flirting voice, and it was not his before-the-worms sharp and loving joy, and as he pushed right past Martin and came my way, I knew he was going to hit me.

I was going to let him.

(I don’t forgive you—)

It had been my fault, all of it. Not being a good enough friend. Not being a good enough Archivist to save him. 

(You really think he wanted you to give more of yourself to the Eye?)

(Yes because he SAID—)

And even though this Tim had obviously not died in the Unknowing, I’d hurt him, and (I don’t forgive you) I would let him do whatever he wanted.

Whatever he had to do.

“Wait—” said Martin.

Tim embraced me.

My mind, too shocked, catalogued the differences between his body and Martin’s, the unrelenting firmness of him, the unfamiliar triangle shape, the—

“You asshole,” he choked, tears in his eyes.

And then he hit me, anyway.

#

Me-shaped bags of eyes could still get knocked on their arse even if their boyfriend thinks there’s been deification, and I went down like a sack of wheat.

“Tim!” Martin shouted, tackling him, late because he honestly never understood how much Tim hated me, and had thought to the end that we could work it out.

Tim pulled away from him, slid to his knees, and yanked me off the floor. Cartoon imagery flashed through my head of rubbery victims being punched to the ground and springing back up like Weebles, but he didn’t hit me again.

He gripped my shoulders and stared into my face.

“Fuck’s sake, Tim!” Martin said.

“It really is you,” Tim said. “You.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He stared at me. Red streaks richened his brown hair. His eyes, too, were lighter—sort of a flame gold, rather than his familiar chocolate-brown. “What?” he said. 

“For everything?” I added pathetically.

“Moron, I hit you.”

“Great, Tim, just great,” said Martin, marching past us both to his second room. “I just get into explaining the kind of community we’ve built here with blood and sweat and tears, and you blow in and do this!”

I’d forgotten just how good a puppy face Tim had. “So my timing was spectacular, as usual?”

“Magnificent.” Martin muttered.

“Sorry!” Tim called after him, sounding anything but.

I stared at him.

He looked back. 

“You’re alive.” I couldn’t help the tears, the hitch in my voice. “You’re alive!”

“Uh,” said Tim. “You’re gonna mess up that shirt.”

“Oh, go to hell,” I said, and wiped my face on my sleeve.

“Yeah, no,” said Tim. “Already did that. Took the world with me. Not a good time. Zero stars, would not recommend.”

“Oh, gods, I missed you,” I said thickly. “You can hit me again if you want. I get it.”

“I’m good,” he said, settling back on his haunches. He wasn’t smiling at me, but it wasn’t a look of hate, either. (My heart swelled.) “I just had to do that once to see how you’d react—and because of what you did.”

“Only once? What did I do in your world?” I said. “Besides completely failing you.”

Tim sighed. “Table that for a second, boss.”

That took me a moment. “I am far from your—”

“When we were about to take out the Circus, you fucking shoved me out of the way,” he said.

I blinked rapidly at him. “I what?”

“You kept your head in the Unknowing,” he said. “You kept all of us clear. Even Basira, though she decided she’d done it herself after you were gone, but whatever. You… you took the detonator from me.”

Wait. “I kept my head?”

“Yeah.”

“The way Jonah…”

“Who?”

“The way… Elias wanted me to?”

“Yeah. You did. And you made some fucking deal with Helen, and you shoved me into her door, and you took my revenge from me.” His jaw tightened, muscles working along the sharp angle. 

I swallowed. This was a lot to take in.

In his world, I’d been more in the Eye.

In his world, I’d been the better Archivist.

In his world, I’d given everything to try to save him.

And… I’d still failed. “What happened?”

“You died. You knew just where to set the plastic explosives. There wasn’t anything left of you after the theater blew.”

Had I done that on purpose? 

I suddenly knew that I had. I’d known what Elias was trying to do, and, seeing no other way, I’d removed myself from the equation. 

Gods, that worked out well. Ugh.

All the blood drained from my face. I had to know. “What did Elias do then?”

“Do?”

He didn’t even know? “For Archivist.”

“Oh. Basira.” Tim shrugged. “Not that it mattered.”

“Why… why didn’t it matter?”

“Because I burned the whole fucking world a year and a half later, so yeah. It didn’t matter.”

His look was challenging now. Hard. Yet…

I knew he feared my response. Why?

“I’m not sorry I hit you,” he said. 

“It was due,” I said. “I lost you in my time. I would’ve given anything for you to have that chance.” And it just tumbled out: “We were friends. And then Sasha… and everything happened, and I never hated you, but I’m terrible at interpersonal communication, and I could’ve tried harder to talk to you, but all we did leading up to the Unknowing was fight, and I thought… I thought I’d have more time.”

“Sounds about right,” he says, low. 

“I wasn’t enough to keep anyone’s head clear. Not even my own.”

His eyes went huge. “You werent?”

(The Eye offered to show me.)

(Oh, gods, I needed to know, this was Tim, I needed to know.)

Please don’t take all of me, I asked It, and—

Saw.

Saw Tim, falling into rage too bright to be depression and too dark to be anything else. Living in the Archives for months like some kind of troll, physically attacking anyone who came near. Obsessing over what I’d done, what I’d taken from him—his revenge, his closure with Danny, his death.

His glorious death, which he’d wanted, like some fictional barbarian.

Saw his irritation at Basira, whose arrogance knew no bounds (and that tracked—she’d thought she had just ‘reasoned’ her way out of the Unknowing after spending months in the Archives, feeding the Eye). Saw his rage at Elias, whom he knew had something to do with all of this, and his irritation because Elias knew better than to come anywhere near him.

(Because Elias put Elias first. Elias never got his hands dirty. Elias stayed out of danger. Elias—)

I saw Tim encountering a tale of Desolation one day, as he did filing literally out of boredom, and his entire self surging in response to the sensation of burning-eating-sizzling up his hands and his arms and his throat and—

He burned the Archives down, did not even know if anyone survived because he walked away and did not look back.

Walked away into Chelsea, into places he could never afford, filled with people who looked down on everyone like him, and he burned that, too.

Jude found him three days later, sitting on the banks of the Thames near Tilbury, bubbling the mud like lava, and took him under her flaming wing.

All of it, in an instant, and then a beautiful thing: It nudged me gently back into myself.

I’d lost no time. I’d lost no thoughts. He was still looking at me, waiting for my response.

Thank you, I thought at It.

I swallowed again, tasting bile. Tears stung my eyes. “I wasn’t as good an Archivist, I suppose.” I swallowed around the lump in my throat.

He looked a little haunted. “Wow. So. Not all sold out, then.”

“Not then, I wasn’t. I tried to stay human, and that’s why I couldn’t save anyone. You did it, in the end. You used the detonator. And… you died.”

“So I got them,” he said, suddenly vicious and hungry. “You’re saying I got them.”

“You did.” (I don’t forgive you—)

“Then I don’t care about anything else.” 

My face must have said more than I intended. 

He sighed. “Please don’t tell me you walked around feeling bad because I got exactly what I wanted?”

“I… of course I… You said…” No, I couldn’t go there. How unfair would  that be? He’d have to say he forgave me just out of social expectation. I changed tack. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “You must have been so angry to do go the way you did.”

“Yeah. I was. But it’s been a long time, boss. I was… it was just me, feeding the Desolation, for years at the end. Had a lot of time to think. Had to think. Part of how it fed on me was making me think about everything I did wrong.”

“That’s so cruel,” I whispered. 

He shrugged. “They are cruel. All of them. And…” He sighed. “After we lost Sasha, I lost myself.”

“I think we all did, a little. And again, Tim, I’m not your boss.”

“Yeah, wel, you didn’t completely fail, either, so you’re just going to have to be flexible today.”

“I did fail! You have no idea what I did.”

“Pretty sure moping was involved,” he drawled.

“Now, that is not fair. Also true, but that is beside the point.”

He actually grinned.

It wasn’t his grin of old, free and wild and asymmetrical. But it was there. Tim Stoker grinned at me.

Tears stung my eyes again.

“Right. If you’re done being stroppy?” said Martin, carrying a tray.

“I’m still angry,” said Tim.

“Isn’t that your secret? You’re always angry,” said Martin.

Tim pointed at him with both index fingers. “I understood that reference! But yeah, he’s… he’s not my Jon. I’m okay.”

Ouch. 

He caught the look on my face. “You’re the Jon I was friends with. Not the sanctimonious prick at the end who knew better than everyone and wouldn’t listen to anybody.”

“I did that?” I blinked at him. 

He stood and offered a hand. “He did. But not you. I swear, if you’d been that guy, macking all over Martin and negging him while you were at it, I really would have killed you.”

I stared at him. At his hand. At him. 

He was not joking.

I swallowed. “How do you know I’m not?” 

“His body language and yours. Look. You get into Desolation… you get into the thing where your whole hunger is destroying anything that makes a person human, and creating bodies out of wax, you get real damn good at reading people. Knowing just the perfect moment to strike, or when you’ve already lit the match that’s gonna leave them in ruins.”

My eyes felt huge. “G… good for you?”

He snorted. “Yeah, you’re fine. Get up, boss. Martin made something, and we’re gonna eat it.”

I don’t know why I took his hand. I half-expected him to burn me like Jude, but he didn’t. “You walked in here ready to murder me?”

“Yeah. You’d do the same for him.”

He was right. If the situation were as described, I absolutely would.

Martin had made a lovely little tray of scones and sandwiches and tea. He’d added a few flowers, though I had no idea where they’d come from.

Was his second room converted to a kitchen? I’d have to look later.

He smiled at me. “Human things include eating.”

“I suppose,” I conceded.

Tim watched me. We weren’t good yet; but we were better. I’d accept better.

Better could be grown into good.

(I don’t forgive you… but thank you for this.)

Maybe we could even grow good into great.

Maybe this really was our second chance.

Maybe I needed to grab it with my eye-filled hands and hold on with all my weird little might.

“Cheers,” said Martin, toasting me with a scone.

“Gods, I love you,” slipped out, and I obediently dug in.

[cinberella]

Devil in Disguise

Artist: @skylar102

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Rating: M Pairing: Malec Word Count: 48.500

This fic was created for the ​ Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver

CHAPTER 1/7 UNREACHABLE

It's challenging, almost impossible, not to look up at the restricted area where the very important people are. It is probably as difficult for Alec as it is for anyone else in the club. In fact, people keep dancing and having fun, mostly minding their own business. Or so it seems. Presumably, they are afraid to be caught gaping disrespectfully at one of the most powerful men on the planet, but it is easy to notice how the bravest ones among the crowd do attempt to throw a fleeting glance up to the VIP area, every now and then, certainly dreaming of being admitted into the inner circle of those - lucky bastards -  who can hang around the ridiculously stunning owner of the club.

Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn and prominent object of desire is the even-too-aware recipient of all the ill-concealed curiosity, reverence, and a certain amount of suspicion coming from his diverse clientele. He must know even too well the emotions he arouses in the clubbers, the power he holds over them. Well, not over Alec. He is a Shadowhunter, after all. He’s no one to be easily intimidated. But aroused? Well, that he undoubtedly is.

There is something in the way the man looks so out of reach that makes Alec crave him badly and, at least, he can fill his eyes with the Warlock’s charm and incredible persona. It’s a treat he indulges himself in, but Alec has no false hopes or dreams to be able to get closer to the man.

Up there, the Warlock looks more like a King, actually, or a God looking down at humanity from his personal Olympus; maybe it’s the ridiculously huge throne he is sitting on that makes him look so regal, but the power overflowing him is almost tangible even from the underbelly of the club, where almost everything is allowed. Almost. Warlock Bane hates troublemakers and bad-mannered people. The audacious display of his power makes people behave rather properly and, in the end, he magnanimously stands there for everyone to admire him, mannerly and respectfully, but never up close.

Does Alec play by these rules? Well, yes and no. He has the impertinence of a 20-year-old young Shadowhunter on his part, and the black stark runes on his arms and his neck dissuade the numerous bouncers in defense of the VIP area from telling him to eye up at their boss with less insistence and insolence. After all, staring isn't illegal, maybe just a little daring or even a bit rude, but Alec's gaze is irresistibly drawn to that fucking throne strategically placed in the exact center of the elevated platform. From there, the club owner overlooks all the people dancing with an oddly detached grin.

He is magnificent and Alec wants him. He has wanted the man since the first time he saw him.

Tonight is just the same story as usual. He will play his staring game for a while, drink a few cocktails, and when he loosens up a bit, letting the stress of the day bleed out of him, Alec will give in standing on the sidelines and finally will look for someone else more attainable. It’s a familiar routine by now. As is the fact that the Warlock will populate his dreams. Later and in the next few nights. But at least in dreamland, Alec can indulge in doing unspeakable things to the hottest man he's ever seen.

Anyway, it’s way too early for that; Alec is still sipping his first Cosmopolitan near the bar; his siblings already vanished into the crowd. And he is still shamelessly enjoying his show. A show offered for free.

Tonight the Warlock is even more impressively dressed up than usual. And Alec almost drools taking in all the details of his perfect facial features, focusing on the bloated makeup around his otherworldly eyes - his demonic mark on display. The Shadowhunter is fascinated by those little specks of gold in them - and ok, yes, he may have activated a couple of runes to enhance his sight both from afar and in the dimness of the club, so what?

The High Warlock of Brooklyn is a man as much feared as desired, and in Alec’s opinion he knows perfectly well how wanted he is and enjoys it a great deal. Everyone wants to be in his good graces, to get close to him, even if it means spending hours kneeling at his feet like obedient pets. Pets who are dressed - or rather undressed - only in leather and piercings, Alec muses.

Oh, Alec would kneel before him… Not up there for everyone to see, he is not much of an exhibitionist, even if he knows he is quite attractive and that maybe, in another World, he could quite fit with the picture the Warlock makes for himself.

In fact, Magnus Bane usually surrounds himself with people who are aesthetically up to it; he uses them to make his public image even more suggestive. He may be naturally beautiful of course, but the way he dolls up? Perfect. That shirt perpetually open on his chest, those necklaces, not to mention his hair, always styled in a way that seems to defy gravity.

Magnus Bane looks unattainable, no… He is utterly untouchable. He is totally out of reach, especially for rune-bearing people like Alec, who in the end is just content to admire the man from the dance floor, and bask in the energy and grandness that emanate from him. Magnus Bane is like a rock star performing on stage. For everyone to look at, and for no one to get close to. The Warlock doesn't even need to hold his own glass, there's always someone there for him to promptly bring a drink to his mouth, just at the minimal gesture of his fingers. Fingers that are often glowing with an intimidating blue light.

His magic.

Alec is fascinated by the idea of so much power held by one man alone. He sighs. Surely the Warlock is the most attractive man he has ever seen. No one on the dance floor, not among Downwolders, nor among Shadowhunters, holds a candle to him.  Not by a long shot.

Well, Alec may have this little crush on Magnus Bane, but that doesn’t change a thing. Because he is just invisible to the man. Things are not so easy between their people and as proof of this, Alec has never been with a Warlock. Not once. Yet, given a chance, he would surely have one ride on the sex carousel with this particular Warlock.

Oh well, it’s just a stupid thought that Alec doesn't waste much time mulling over. What would be the point? Magnus Bane has a reputation, although it is commonly known that he never hangs out with Shadowhunters, if not for business. He despises them, to some extent; even though, Nephilim are allowed into his club. It would be too bold a move, politically speaking, to forbid them from dancing at Pandemonium. After all the Lightwood siblings and a few other Shadowhunters from the New York Institute are quite popular among the Warlock’s fellow Downworlders. So, free ticket to Pandemonium for them. That's how it works, and honestly, it works just fine for Alec.

He enjoys his little escapades at the club and Magnus Bane never looks down at him. Even if the Warlock must be aware of his presence in his club. Yet, he just seems not to care. He just ignores him, as well as the other Shadowhunters that usually come together. Alec is again  thinking of inexpressible things he would do to the man - and luckily Warlocks cannot read minds - until the last drop of his cocktail touches his tongue and he darts toward the dance floor to find someone not so out of his league to spend the night with.

It’s easy, as usual, and once again the guy he approaches smoothly while moving to the music is a werewolf. When their gaze met, his eyes gleamed with a greenish light and Alec knows what that means. And he is game, because why not. The young man is tall and has a knockout smile lingering on his mouth. Alec immediately knows he is going to walk off with him. On the other hand, this is why he came, this is how his evenings at Pandemonium usually go since he started coming a couple of years back. He has flirted, hooked up, and even had brief flings with a considerable amount of Downworlders, mostly werewolves. His sister Isabelle, on the other hand, has a weird penchant for vampires, while Jace has a preference for Seelies. Sure, they've gotten into trouble a few times, especially Jace, for having broken more than a few hearts in his wake.

Despite them being rather reckless in their dalliances, they have maintained good relations with a lot of people, having established a few good friendships and alliances, also because, Vampires, Seelies and Werewolves usually don't hold grudges for too long, not over trivial things like hooking up with a Shadowhunter.

Maryse and Robert Lightwood, the Heads of the Institute, had decided to ignore their children’s endeavors and, admittedly, have done a lot to build courteous relationships both with the pack of New York, and the local vampire clan, surely with more orthodox methods than exchanging body fluids. Connection with the Seelie Court was a bit more difficult, but the Queen wasn’t interested in getting in the Shadowhunters’ way and the established agreement was live and let live.

As for the Warlock community, well, every interaction with the Institute was based on business, on making financial deals, especially with a few talented healers and, rarely, the High Warlock himself. Everyone knows the Heads of the Institute have a lot to be forgiven for, but their leadership seems to work out well, after all. The only ones who seem unable to overcome what they did in their youth are their own children. Stories about the abuse they perpetrated on Downworlders have somehow come to their knowledge. The truth is that while other exponents of the Circle were exiled or sentenced to death, Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood were inexplicably pardoned and were even given an Institute to run. It was meant to be a punishment, but Alec hates them for having gotten away with their misdeeds so easily.

Alec was educated to be a politician, so he understands it was all a game of power, of honoring the Lightwood name in front of the Clave, of making alliances, but he can't help but be disgusted by his parents, whose hands are stained with the blood of so many innocent people, including children. That’s unforgivable in Alec’s eyes and conceivably, that is the reason why Warlocks in New York do not normally socialize with Shadowhunters. They are the ones who have suffered the worst persecution of all. They are half demons after all. While werewolves and vampires were once human and Seelies have also angelic blood in their veins, Warlocks were treated just like their demon parents and slain without mercy. Magnus Bane, being the High Warlock in the City and owner of one of the highest-ranked clubs in the Shadow World, can't always avoid dealing with the angelic people he loathes so much. Alec knows that his mother has met him on occasion at the Institute, but the Warlock has never been officially introduced to the younger Lightwoods.

It’s almost funny that Maryse is probably ashamed of them. In her eyes, they are not capable of a diplomatic relationship with such an important representative of the Downworld. 

They are disobedient, reckless, indiscreet, often insubordinate and recalcitrant in following her orders, and always prone to defy her authority. In the last couple of years, Maryse has turned from being constantly enraged to resignedly disappointed. Alec remembers the furious quarrels when she used to try to marry him off to one girl or another from Alicante. Alec flipped her out each time, not only metaphorically, and refused to abide by her unreasonable request. The main reason for his refusal to marry a girl is that he is gay. But even if they required him to marry a guy, he wouldn't do it. No way. He values his freedom too much, he is still young and is not ready to marry and have a bunch of children - even adopted ones. Moreover, their parents know he is gay, as well as they know Isabelle and Jace are bisexual. They came out together, right on the occasion of a family dinner, when Maryse continued to insist that Alec at least should date a girl of their choice, give her a chance. Their combined - and epic - coming out only exacerbated the already tense relationship, especially with Maryse. And since then her irate screams have turned into sad, almost pitying looks. Alec doesn't know what pisses him off the most. He knew how to deal with his mother yelling angrily at him. But not with those miserable eyes. He just wanted to tell her, "there's nothing wrong with me, nothing you need to feel sorry for." 

Alec has never questioned his mother’s love for them, but he knows she considers her offsprings her greater failure. So, they never get to be involved in her business even for something simple as showing the Warlock around to allow him to reinforce their wards. No. They weren't even considered capable of taking care of a task so uncomplicated.

On the other hand, though, she was also afraid of Magnus Bane, she didn’t trust him and so maybe she was also trying to protect her kids. Alec does not know, but one thing is for sure.  The High Warlock of Brooklyn doesn't seem to have gotten over the old grievances that seem to have festered since the end of the Uprising. It's been a little over 18 years since Valentine was killed, by his own wife and the man who had sworn to protect him with his life, his parabatai no less, but Magnus Bane has been distrusting the Clave and its people with the same intensity for all these years. If not more and more profoundly through the years.

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"Alec, my God, have you slept with a werewolf or have you tried something new and fucked a vampire?" Isabelle exclaims laughing and pointing at his neck.

Alec groans brushing his hand over the deflect rune on his throat, which is thoroughly bruised all around. As usual, after having been at the club and having parted ways for the night, the three siblings met at a nice bistro not far from the Institute for breakfast, before sneaking back inside. Their walk-of-shame is something that happens quite often and when they stride into the Op Room after a night out, their fellow Shadowhunters usually just give them a benevolent and a little envious look. Among all of them, they are the wildest and most devil-may-care.

"Shit… I know, he mauled my neck… didn’t he?”

Jace snorts not really in an elegant way. “You, dog!"

Alec laughs. His brother can be so crass.

“Technically, he was the dog. And a very satisfying fuck.” He deadpans sarcastically, making his siblings giggle. He knows how to be crude too apparently. But these dog-related puns with the werewolves are a common joke and no one gets offended by that anymore.

“Anyway, I'll heal it with an iratze.” He sniffs at his T-shirt and grimaces, “God, I do need a shower. What about you? All good?”

He asks casually sipping his black coffee. He must admit that he enjoyed his night with the werewolf at his place. It was intense and quite rough but it helped him to blow off some steam after the unsatisfying patrol they had been on. No demons to slay last night and a lot of pent-up energy to put to good use. Jace smirks proudly, as usual, and eloquently wriggles his eyebrows.

“Yeah, sure, mission complete. I went to Roselyn’s and well, her sister was there too, Miriel, Mariel, Muriel? Something like that, I don’t remember her name, but I do remember that she was very flexible... When I bent her over…"

"Jace, good Lord... we don't need details. We never do, really."

“Well, this could be educational for you, you know?”

“No, that would make me feel like I wanna throw up, so please, shut up.”

Alec rolls his eyes, trying not to picture his brother having hetero sex with two Seelie girls, while Isabelle is putting on her red lipstick, with a hand mirror, and lets out a muffled chuckle at her brothers’ bantering. Jace seems extremely pleased with himself.

“Ok, ok… well, I had fun anyway, thanks for asking. That’s all. But you’re such a buzzkill, bro. What about you Iz?”

“Uhm, all good. I spent the night at the Dumort Hotel, with Stéphane. It was lovely, he whispered French words to me all night, he was very… charming.” She clicks the mirror closed with a smug smile on her red lips.

“Ugh… Sure, you went there to listen to him speak French. That’s right.” Jace mocks her, with a playful patronizing tone.

“No… I went there to get laid, actually, and I did, but it was… sweet… He is a very nice guy, that’s all; maybe I’ll see him again.”

Alec thinks she might obliterate the poor guy, eventually. She never sticks around for too long with the same vampire and she has a couple of on-and-off relationships with a Seelie man and, incredibly, also with a Mundane. She says his obliviousness about the Shadow World gives her thrills.  Not that Alec cares, Isabelle can handle her flirts and hookups as she sees fit.

They dawdle at  the table, chatting and enjoying their coffees together, treating themselves also with some pumpkin muffins. Differently from the usual, there is no rush this morning. Their parents are in Idris - thanks to the Angels  - and they shouldn't be back in New York for at least another couple of days. They both have been summoned to Alicante for who knows what crisis impending the Shadow World. Not that their parents ever involve them in the Institute's political decisions. They are just little soldiers, mere executors of orders, and do not make much use of their theoretical privileged status of being the children of the Heads.

Indeed, quite the opposite of that. They are often punished for insubordination, put on ichor duty, or sent on night shift patrol for days without respite. The night before when they decided to go dancing, it was already after midnight, and they had been patrolling for more than six hours. However, the situation was unusually quiet along the streets, with no suspected demonic activity whatsoever, and so instead of returning back with the others, they ended up staying out all night. But as they say, when the cat's away the mice play, right? Or they go dancing... Or… Whatever.

Alec likes his life after all. It could be better, but it could be so much worse. And luckily he has his siblings by his side, and that’s all that matters.

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As soon as they set foot in the Op Room they stop dead, finding themselves in the presence of their parents. Well, none of them saw that coming.

Their furious, unsympathetic, disappointed parents are back. Hurray. As soon as Maryse sees them, she stalks toward them, stopping them from getting away from her clutches.

"Where the hell have you been?" She spits out through her teeth, angrily. Alec looks her straight in the eyes. He isn’t afraid, and they did nothing wrong.

"Out." He replies, flatly.

"Alexander..." There is a threatening hint in her voice, that makes Alec snap.

"What? We're all of legal age, we don't have to explain ourselves. We went on our patrol shift, dutifully, and got back in time for today's assignments. Who cares where we've been last night? Why do you even care?"

"Well, I care, because I already know where you've been... You went to Magnus Bane’s club, didn’t you?"

"And even if we were? I don't see how that can be a problem. You and Dad are such hypocrites…"

"We are just realists and we worry about you. That man… He is dangerous… And you are so naive.”

“Naive? That’s new…”

“Well, at least, you are unaware of the truth… You may not believe me, but  I was so worried… Your father and I need to talk to you, ok? It’s…urgent.”

She sounds oddly frantic and genuinely concerned.

“What is it?” Isabelle asks suddenly worried. She doesn’t like her mother’s attitude. What the fuck may have happened?

“I just can’t believe that we returned earlier from Idris just to warn you and you were dancing at that horrible place! By the Angel, how could you always be so irresponsible?”

“Mother, just tell us what’s going on, ok?” Alec interrupts her, exasperation clear in his deep voice.

“Ok…” she concedes and then sighs before continuing. “Disturbing news was brought to our attention and we must take measures about it as soon as possible. The Clave is counting on us and your father and I... you know the delicate situation we are in."

"Of course, we know, how could we not? Your alliance with Valentine has ruined our future. Despite our family name, all positions of prestige are precluded to us. Because of you and your fucking lack of judgment. So, pardon me if I don't pity you with your delicate situation."

Maybe this is not the best time to dredge up the past, but Alec is so angry with his parents. He can barely hold back. They are there, all judgmental and distraught, thinking they can tell them how to live their lives.

"Alec..." It is their father who has come forward, deeming it necessary for him to intervene.

"Look, we are perfectly aware of our mistakes and you know it. We have always been honest with you, never hidden our… past. But we were young and stupid and we've been trying for years to fix what we did and this may be the occasion to do something important. But we need your help."

"What? This again? I told you, I won't let you marry me off to secure your alliances in Idris."

"This is not what we want from you, in fact, I would say the opposite. We need your…   interpersonal skills."

Alec frowns at that. It’s quite unexpected and… unsettling. It is enough to make him shut his mouth and keep his frown on his forehead.

"What do you mean Dad?"

Isabelle asks warily, stepping closer to her brothers. Jace has only folded his arms over his chest in a defying stance.

"You know… Given your particular proclivities and tastes..." Robert begins, but Isabelle snorts loudly.

"Oh God… Proclivities?"

"Isabelle wait... This is important, ok? We need you to go on a mission for the Clave."

A mission?

They are suddenly more interested in what their parents have to tell them. This would be a first, after all. A real mission, not just patrolling around the city.

"What mission?"

Maryse sighs and looks at them more calmly, now that she and Robert have their attention.

"Someone is plotting against the Consul. There seems to be a coalition of Downwolders who believe that the Mortal Instruments are not safe in the hands of the Clave and that they are a danger to all the demon-blooded. We got very worrying intel. It seems that the leaders here in New York have allied with the Seelie Queen to carry out a coup in Alicante. Their final goal is to eliminate all the Shadowhunters, it is not clear how, but it seems there may be a spell capable of… deruning us somehow.”

Alec hears Isabelle gasp.

“What? That’s��� horrible.”

“Exactly. Vampires as well as werewolves and Warlocks could be involved in this. What we ask of you is that you gather information. You are good at hanging out with them… Just be careful, now that you know the truth you wouldn’t want to trust them as blindly as you’ve done so far. You don't have to overdo it, nor expose yourself too much. Just try to figure out through the grapevines if anything is going on in the Downworld. Something shady or just… kept hidden.”

“What happened to we are worried about you. Are you ready to throw us into the lion's den now?"

Jace asks and then throws his hands in the air in an exasperated gesture. “You’re fucking incredible…”

“Jace, we are telling you this, so you can be prepared. But as I said, your peculiar skills may be too useful to think about missing this opportunity. I mean, Jace you could get closer to Camille Belcourt, while Alec may try his hand with Maia Roberts? We know you go to eat at the Jade Wolf quite often, and Isabelle? You are surely able to befriend Magnus Bane, aren’t you?”

The three siblings gape at their parents as they had gone insane all of a sudden. And then Jace chuckles hysterically, but it’s a sound that makes Alec shiver.

"You really don't know what you're talking about, do you? Camille has been deposed and the new head of the clan is Raphael Santiago, who is a very close friend of Isabelle’s. And Magnus Bane? He is just an asshole who won't let any of us get anywhere near him. And there's no way Maia could be charmed by Alec because, you know, Alec is gay and enjoys sleeping with male werewolves."

Maryse steps forward, her face a sharp, hard mask of anger, barely contained at this point.

Jace rubbing Alec’s sexuality in their face was the last straw.

“Look, I honestly don't care how you intend to pursue this task, and least of all, who you sleep with, as long as you can get info from your precious Downworlder friends. There could be a war, do you understand? A war! So we must do anything and everything to avert this crisis; we need to do it, at any cost. Also, we could finally get the chance to restore our name in front of the Clave. But we need your cooperation. So, you’ll do as you were ordered if you do not want to be transferred elsewhere with immediate effect!” The woman concludes with a wicked grimace.

“What? You can’t be serious!” Alec shouts in disbelief. But his mother laughs in his face.

“Oh, I can assure you I am. You have been nothing but a thorn in our side. And now… if you can't even achieve the one thing that is required of you, for the benefit of this family, for our future, and probably for the future of all Nephilim alike, well, I can only deem you so useless that you can go and fill the ranks in some other Institute with a shortage of personnel. You know… Seul, Lima, or Stockholm… they keep asking the Clave for recruits. And you know what? You could just go and be useful there, as far as I am concerned. Do we understand each other?”

Maryse’s outburst leaves them at a loss for words, so they just nod their heads, more to acknowledge her words than to agree with them.

“Good. Silence and compliance look good on you. You'll only report to me and your father. We count on your discretion. If there are no questions, you are dismissed. And go make yourself presentable. You look… obscene."

She adds scrunching her nose and looking intently at Isabelle’s skimpy outfit before striding away, followed suit by her husband.

Alec is speechless. Apparently, they are good to fuck around but not for real diplomatic, sensitive missions. What the Hell? Is this the idea their parents have about them?

He feels offended and unfairly belittled; it may be true that they weren't exactly cooperative during their adolescence and that they never missed an opportunity to embarrass their mother or piss her off, but Jace is a formidable warrior, Isabelle has strong diplomatic skills and Alec, well he's strong and resilient, an excellent fighter and with innate strategic and leadership aptitudes. And yet, it had always been clear that bearing the Lightwood name, they would pay the price for their parents' crimes. And they have never been inclined to make sacrifices to redeem themselves from something that wasn't their fault in the first place.

The most they can aspire to is to stay at the Institute for life, and maybe Alec can one day become Head, if he doesn't keep screwing up every chance to show off his skills.

Alec looks at Isabelle and Jace. They are as bewildered as he is, if not more. What their mother has asked them is basically to betray their friends, and double-cross them. But then another thought flashes through Alec’s mind. And an unexpected one at that.

Apparently, he now may have a chance to get closer to the man who has been living rent-free in his wet dreams for years. Sure, he doesn't like having to submit to his mother's blackmail, and honestly, he doesn't even believe that what Maryse reported can be accurate or true. New York Downworlders have been loyal friends to them, their relationship with the young Shadowhunters is based on cooperation and reliability, and now their parents want to jeopardize the lasting peace between them by sending them to spy on their allies? That’s insane. Isabelle and Jace are still looking at him with a baffled expression on their faces. But Alec snickers at them; there is nothing to worry about, actually. Maybe they just have to humor their mother for a while, faking to play along with her mischievous plan until the intel from the Clave turns out to be what it actually is, i.e. bullshit. And then everything will be back to normal.  This is just another glitch of the Clave, and Alec is used to dealing with their shenanigans. There is nothing to be concerned about. On the contrary, this could be a great opportunity. In fact, Alec now needs to come up with a plan to approach the most unapproachable of all Downworlders, a way to become his friend (and hopefully more than that). Magnus Bane is the most fascinating challenge he has ever found himself to face.  And the hottest of all. Alec is going to find out if the Warlock is really as unreachable as he seems.

But first, he needs to talk to his partners in crime, his perplexed and visibly worried siblings. They won’t let him down, Alec knows that.

[saibug1022]

hi o/

for Lance and Apollo (+ Atlas, if you want!) - failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

and for Mattheo and Magnus (+ Callum, if you want!) - desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

thank you! 🌺

Lance Hartley (The Elementalists)

His biggest failure is probably nearly not getting into Penderghast. He became so disillusioned with his school work in high school that he slacked off a lot, to the point where he almost failed and couldn't graduate. He managed to scrape it all back together but originally his admission to Penderghast was denied and he had to fight tooth and nail to graduate, reapply, get accepted, and get a scholarship. As of bk3 no one knows this except his father and his sisters

Apollo Solaris (The Elementalists)

I'd say Apollo's biggest failure is actually a failure of his morals. He killed Raife at the end of bk1 and he's been haunted by it ever since. He feels disgusted with himself even if he doesn't really regret it.

Atlas Ernhardt (The Elementalists)

His biggest failure to him is between running and letting his foster parents die, not finding Apollo sooner, or getting trapped in the mirror dimension, all born from guilt of not being able to protect his family properly. As a result protecting his family is all he cares about, refusing to let them down again. It's why he gives the sun crystal to Kane to save Apollo

Mattheo Lazarin (Bloodbound)

I think Mattheo's greatest desire is just stability. He just wants his life to settle and the vampire and humans to find a balance and for the clanless to be accepted. He wants everything to settle so his life can follow suit, and he's not afraid to admit that but he is careful with how he admits it. He feels bad, feeling like the desire makes him selfish. Instead he hides behind what he does to fulfill that dream, which is doing things like helping the clanless, fighting Gaius, resisting Rheya, etc etc.

Magnus Bishop (Windverse/Laws of Attraction)

Magnus most wants to tear down most of the criminal justice system and he is NOT shy about it. This was the whole reason he became a laywer after all. But he knows he's not going to single-handedly reform the world so instead he uses the law that oppresses people as a weapon against the oppressors.

Callum Wyland (Hero)

(I'm so excited, I never get to talk about him)

Callum is kind of hard to nail down but that's also the biggest indicator of what he wants. He wants to find himself. Of course in the obvious of finding out where he's from, why he has these powers, how he ended up on earth, etc etc. But it's also in the sense that he has no idea what he wants to do. He knows he loves Kenji, he knows he wants to keep being a Hero, and he knows he isn't unhappy with his job, and he also knows that he doesn't want his life to look like that forever. The problem is he doesn't know what that future looks like. He wants to figure out what his dreams are. I don't think anyone knows because I don't think he's even quite figured that out himself. For now he's jsut stumbling along as the world unfolds before him and hoping that answers or the opportunity to find them come with it.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Grimm 1x01

*Hank is a confirmed Shutterbug.

*Hank has been married 4 times. I always forget.

*Nick seeing his first woge in the first minute of the episode is a Good Call. Also, my heart at him buying that ring for Juliette. The ring Juliette will never wear.

*Also Nick the profiler. AU where Nick, Audrey, and Will are just cops together and Lucy is the local history professor who gets caught up in their cases.

*"I didn't know you couldn't sing." Their friendship my HEART.

*The Time Wars crossovers are turning into the Big Four of Back in the Day.

*Oooooo the aunt Marie introduction! Played like a villain! Like Ashley! Saving the reveal for later on!

*"Do you have a photo of her?" "Uh, yeah, on my iPhone." Literally Nobody would say it like that.

*.... Nick and Lucy could have met taking Carol and Marie to treatments. .... Except for the whole "different states" thing.

*Marie couldn't move for a week when she saw her first Wesen. We know from later on that she was 11. My HEART.

*Nick killing his first Wesen with the power of "shooting him a whole bunch of times"

*THE KEY. Ohhhh the keys my beloved storyline.

*AU where Meg transfers out of Old City to get a from the Weirdness and ends up working in a Portland hospital. And then her first patient is Aunt Marie.

*Might just let four narratives entwine irrevocably and change each other forever. Idk.

*Renard looking out for Nick... I know he has Ulterior Motives and everything, but to a point, he really does treat his men as his People, under his protection. I think there's some sincerity in that.

*Cannot get over the fact that one of the biggest images from the ads for this-Juliette running through the woods in a red dress-is from a three second dream that has no bearing on the show ever.

*"I think it was just a cat." Juliette, having no idea that a cat will change the course of her life forever.

*Oh, right, Marie was a librarian at one point.

*Hank being the one to figure out that the girl went through the park.... Is very important to me. Nick knows people. But Hank's not just someone who tags along. He's a really good cop.

*R.H. Robin Howell. Red (riding) Hood. I'd forgotten how Specific this show gets sometimes.

*Monroe and Nick's first meeting was so bad, guys. So, so bad. I always forget how truly bad it was. I remember the tackle through the window, but that was the second meeting. The first... Oof.

*"And by the way, you're paying for that window."

*"You people started profiling us over 200 years ago." Given how the show progresses, this has the same mood as that post about Julius Ceasar dying well over 70 years ago. Or was that Abraham Lincoln? Anyway, that.

*"No, I'm here because of the little girl." And "We're not things." . Very similar to Will's "You said you were tracking the boy," and later, Magnus' "I'm not sure how he'd feel about you calling him a thing." Just. Similar.

*Okay but Monroe and Nick's dynamic is made 10x funnier by the fact that Monroe is 10 years older than Nick. Just. Very Tired Guy Does Not Get Paid Enough For This Nonsense. (But yes, obviously he's going to help. Just, for goodness' sake, could you please learn to go to bed at a reasonable time?)

*See, Hank and Joe have very similar roles: The grounded partner to contrast the one who sees the Impossible. The voice of reason to keep the out there one grounded. But whereas Joe is basically a paper cutout designed to look ridiculous while Will looks smart, Hank is a really intelligent man and an excellent cop.

*Wait Adalind really just straight-up tried to kill Marie right in front of Nick? Like, you couldn't have waited until visiting hours were over? You were disguised as a nurse, so it wouldn't have caused you problems.

*"Let's hope she doesn't wake up first." * Immediate cut to Marie opening her eyes* Brilliant episode ending tbh.

[amischiefofmuses]

🎵🎵 for whoever you're more inclined to

Send 🎵 for a song lyric I think describes your character || Selectively accepting

Logan ('97) - 'When they finally come to destroy the earth, they'll have to go through you first, I bet they won't be expecting that. When they finally come to destroy the earth, they'll have to deal with you first, and now my money says they won't know about the- Thousand fahrenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes! Invincible (oh-oh-oh)! You're Invincible!'

Logan (D&W) - 'I thought I saw the devil this morning, looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue, with the warning to help me see myself clearer. I never meant to start a fire. I never meant to make you bleed. I'll be a better man today. I'll be good, I'll be good. And I'll love the world, like I should. Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good. For all of the times that I never could.'

Magnus - 'Close my eyes and feel the heat, keeping my head up when I'm walking through the fire. Filling me with the desire. See the chains around my feet, wondering if I'm gonna wake up, and be flying. It's killing me, killing me trying. I'm a dreamer, I'm a man. I'm doing whatever I can to make the bad things go away. When I'm beat up and alone, I feel it wherever I go, it's like a poison in my veins.'

Scott - 'You're debating your future and what comes next. Watching shit on the TV that tells you to - Just play dead. That the world's a mess, and it's all your fault, just turn that shit off! You push through, you don't run. You don't need anyone. Cause you got what you need, got the blood you can bleed. Shoot your shot, chase a dream.'

Mystique - 'There's something in the water. I don't like the flavour, I don't like the taste. Searching for nirvana. Something that'll take it all away from me. Don't bother me, my misery. It's holding me, won't let me speak. Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head (in my head). Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head.'

Colossus - 'Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in love? I wonder. Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do. What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call. What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out Oh, if the sky comes falling down. For you. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.'

Rio - 'I'll play my tiny violin, 'cause now, you'll watch me as I burn it to the ground. All the king's horses and all the king's men, Couldn't undo all the damage I did. You call me mad, but I make perfect sense. If I can't be your hero, I'll be your villain.'

Wanda - 'In an upside down world, I'd be smiling. And everything would feel like it was nothing. I'd be fine when I'm alone, my brain full of light and of joy. And the hope that I'd learn to find love in my own voice. With all the clouds on the ground, then all the rain would stay down, so our heads would never get wet. Sunny days would seem worth it, and everyone would love all the songs that aren't perfect.'

[jongside]

hi!! secret anon again jeje

oh wow so you're an expert in kpop o.O and you even know skz since begining!! that's so cool

which was the first group you got into?

oh my fav onewe ones are RAIN TO BE, veronica and montage_ (you can guess my fav onewe song lol)

omg yes so many song recomendations!! they're going straight to my 'to listen' playlist (i'll let you know what i think as soon as i listen to them) well the txt ones i already knew them, the other ones i don't. I kinda like txt, i know them and their names but i don't really stand them yet

OMG YES YES YES i also can't stand the tv show for shadowhunters, it was really bad,,,, like from minute 0 everything was wrong. i'm reading the last serie, i'm still on the first book hahah. i need to know, who's your fav character? mine is Magnus cause he's iconic,,,, (as you can see i'm a big fan of shadowhunters lol9

yes!! i don't like kdramas that make me cry cause,,, no thanks hahah. The spanish series i'm watching is called "Las chicas del cable" ("cable girls" in english) and it's based on 1930 in spain, and the protagoinst are girls who work at a telephone station(? sorry i don't know how to explain it well (english is not my first language haha)

YES cause after telling you the top 3 songs i was like,,,, waitttttt. let me tell you i like every song they've released jajjajaajajaj

thanks!! i really like my job, is like my dream so i really like it ahahah

i've never been to a kpop concert YET, but ateez are coming to europe so i hope i get tickets. and i haven't been to any festivals tbh, i went to a few concerts, most of them cause they were in my city and for free, i saw two spanish groups 'Maldita Nerea' and 'Auryn' and another one i went cause i really liked, they are 'Destripando la historia' (translates as gutting the story) they are a spanish duo of youtubers that make songs ab disney stories but telling the truth behind the story, like the real story and not the one disney told

and by now you can guess im from spain lmao

okay new question,,,,, how many albums do you have? do you collect pc? do you own lightsticks?

have a great day<3

case 65 anon ✨

Hi my dear anon 💖

U-kiss got me into kpop, like i was so so much into them and i do still take so much pleasure listening to the old songs, Only You my beloved. Then it was Shinee and Btob. What was the first kpop song you heard?

I discovered Onewe with Rain to be so it hold a special place in my heart 😊 Ah yes tell me when you listen and if you like some of them. I must add Xeed to that list cause i just start stanning and OMG i'm obsessed Dream Land is on repeat all day.

It was indeed really bad 🙈 and all the things they changed. Alec wedding...that is when they lost me for good! My favorite character is Jem (baby 🥺) and Magnus and Alec are my favorite couple, so cute.

Las chicas del cable, i watched season one, it was nice hey hey another spanish one that i only watched season one yet but really liked was Gran Hotel! And since now i know you from spain it is only fair for you to know that i'm from france 🙂

In all honestly i don't own any albums or anything kpop related...yet. I always feel "weird" when i say it cause i know that for some people it makes you not a real fan. Well once again it's quite pricey...but now that i have more stable incomes i'm thinking about buying 1 or 2 albums as a treat. What about you anon? Is there some you really want? Or do you have a favorite one? Oh maybe what is your favorite stray kids album?

Have a nice day 💕

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

~Introduction Post~

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[writeyouin]

Um, if you’re willing, could you please do mtmte whirl with a clockmaker s/o (he/him pronouns) for the Valentine’s Day requests?

Whirl X Reader – Clockmaker

A/N – Hey, I always make the reader inserts gender neutral where I can, so I hope you can still enjoy this.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

There was very little in life that Whirl had patience for. His emotions were always quick to change, usually leaving him in an uncontrollable rage, or a deep depression. Everything that he did now was out of anger over his past, and why shouldn’t it be? Nothing he remembered held a trace of happiness.

When the Functionists attacked his shop, Whirl’s face was stolen. When the cities were bombed, his once peaceful way of life was stolen. When he made his first kill, his humanity was stolen. Ever since the Cybertronian war started, everything that Whirl had ever had was stolen, but now that war was over, and all Whirl was left with were the emotional scars.

And after all of that, Whirl had gotten himself stuck on the Lost Light, a ship full of hapless fools chasing a dream. When he signed up to the mission, he only did so to get away from the reformed planet Cybertron, a place that only held bad memories for him, but now he wondered what the hell he had been thinking. He should have known better than to join a crew full of hopeful lunatics. He was an ex-wrecker, and the sad thing was that even old wreckers had no place among other Cybertronians.

Still, although Whirl had little left in his life, there was one thing that he always found time for, and that was clock-making. He had avoided the hobby for years, ever since the loss of his face and servos, but since joining the Lost Light, he had taken it up again. He would sit for hours on end, making replicas of the exact same digital clock, missing the days when he could carve the most delicate patterns into metal, or make mechanisms that would bring out tiny Cybertronian figures to strike miniature working bells. Now, he only ever made the same thing, calming the raging inferno inside till it was nothing more than a tiny flicker of heat, barely noticeable at all.

After a particularly long day, when Whirl wanted to shoot down everyone and everything, he sat at the desk in his hab-suite, making clocks, one after the other. He was on his ninth clock, his rage only beginning to quell when he heard a knock at the door. Such a tiny knock could only come from one person on the ship; the human liaison to Earth.

Whirl hated humans, yet you regularly took time to visit or talk to him. He had made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with you, yet now you were paying house-calls to his hab-suite. Whirl considered threatening to squish you, following up with some warning about how all the blood would explode from your body, but he knew if he did, it would be a week in the brig. It wasn’t fair; why did he have to get into trouble when you were the one bothering him?

He knew that he could just ignore you, but that would go against Rung’s advice from Whirl’s court-mandated therapy sessions, and if Ultra Magnus heard that he wasn’t following Rung’s orders, that would be yet more time in the brig, or worse, one of Ultra Magnus’ etiquette lessons. Whirl waited a minute longer, then when you knocked again, he reluctantly opened the door.

“What do you want?” He asked glumly, lacking his usual fire.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” You said earnestly. “I heard that you’d had a rough day, so I thought I’d swing by and check that everything was alright.”

Whirl knew very little about politics, but he was fairly sure that was code for: I made a report about you to Earth, and they want to know if you’re a loose cannon. Can’t have another Megatron on our hands now, can we!

“Can you just go?” Whirl asked, wondering what was wrong with him. He never normally asked anyone’s permission for anything, especially when he was trying to get them to leave.

“Oh,” You looked sadly to the floor, making Whirl’s insides twist with guilt. “Yeah, sure. You’re probably busy, right?”

“Probably,” Whirl responded somewhat sarcastically.

“Yeah, you know, Rung told me you stay inside to make clocks.”

Whirl glared at you. He had given you the obvious signal to leave, and here you were, still trying to wheedle some conversation out of him. Were you worried his clocks were bombs or something? What the hell did it matter what he did in his spare time?

“Yeah,” He growled, “What of it?”

You chewed your lip nervously, knowing that what you were going to ask was a long-shot, but trying anyway, “I was wondering whether you might teach me how to make them too.”

Whirl stared at you like you were a puzzle that he couldn’t figure out. Why did you want to learn clock-making? It wasn’t like it held any value for you the way it did for him. Faced with you in all of your curious ways, Whirl didn’t know what to do. Should he run, fight, scream at you? Or… For once in his miserable life, should he trust that someone might actually want to spend some time with him?

Honestly, Whirl had been watching you for a long time; ever since you had come aboard the Lost Light actually. You were kind to people, and you took an interest in what they did. You listened, you soothed, you cared. And yet, as much as Whirl longed to believe that you might actually want to learn about his hobby, he couldn’t let himself fall into that trap. If he did, he might end up admitting to himself that he liked you, or worse, that he cared for you in a way that he was certain that you couldn’t feel for him. You were the ship’s liaison, it was your job to keep a close eye on any dangerous bots, and though that was primarily Megatron, Whirl knew that it also meant him.

To protect his fragile feelings, Whirl glared at you, “I can’t threaten you without going to the brig, but I want you to listen real good blood-bag. I don’t want anything to do with you, and if you ever try any pathetic excuse to get into my hab-suite again, well… No threats, but you’ll be sorry.”

With that, Whirl returned to his hab-suite, shutting you out. He sat down on the floor, imagining the sad look on your face, just outside of his reach. Were you doing that weird optic thing where your eyes leaked coolant? Whirl hoped not.

Despondently, he looked over to the unfinished clocks on his desk feeling empty, all of his previous motivation leaving him. He shuddered, talking quietly to himself, whispering how he was supposed to be alone, without anyone getting too close. It was better this way, right?

Whirl spent the next few weeks carefully avoiding you. Although stealth wasn’t his strong suit, he found that he excelled at it when he suddenly had to hide from you. Every time he did so, he told himself that it was because he would crush you if he ever saw your face again… That kind, sweet face that begged him to open up.

Yet, as large as the Lost Light was, it was still a confined space, where one could not escape their troubles forever. And so it was that when Whirl wanted to drown his troubles in some high-grade energon, he found you sitting alone in a corner booth at Swerve’s.

With a laptop in front of you, instructing you how to work, you tinkered away at a clock that you were attempting to piece together with a screwdriver. Whirl watched incredulously as you struggled with the contraption. Even from where he was standing, he could tell that the clock would never work; his processor marked 17 flaws in total, but there were probably more that he couldn’t see from where he was standing.

Thinking back to his rejection earlier, Whirl sighed, feeling like a real tool. You really had just wanted to learn something new, and he’d thrown you under the bus to protect his own pride. Whirl wasn’t really sure what he should do from there. He didn’t know whether to walk away, or whether he should sit with you and offer advice.

Why was it that wherever you were concerned, he became confused? Whirl knew he wasn’t the best bot in the universe, hell, he was probably one of the worst, but throughout his life, he was always certain about what he was going to do. He never hesitated, even if it would be better to sometimes. Quick-thinking and hasty decisions came naturally to him, and he liked it that way. Yet, whenever you came into the equation, Whirl found that he doubted himself constantly. He couldn’t feign confidence or be assertive; you made him feel so vulnerable.

Whirl sighed, ready to walk away, until he saw you grimace in pain, clutching your hand to your chest. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to you, but one look at the bloody screwdriver and he could guess. Damn it, why did you have to be so fragile?

Huffing, Whirl strutted into the bar and seated himself opposite you.

“Your servo okay?” He asked, not meeting your eye with his one optic.

You stared at Whirl, surprised by his sudden appearance, “Uh, yeah. It will be. Thanks for asking.”

“Don’t mention it… really. You know, if you wanna make a clock, you have to do it right… Could’ve come to an expert and asked for help.”

“And what would an expert tell me?” You asked, accepting his denial as an apology.

“Well, he might tell you to come by his place tonight, so he could give you the proper tools to learn by.”

“I see,” You nodded casually, “And would this expert let me in this time?”

“He might… If he can work through his own scrap.” Whirl got up to leave, “You should go now, before he changes his mind.”

Smiling, you took Whirl’s advice and got up, leaving the bar with him. As the two of you journeyed slowly through the ship’s corridors, you talked, dominating the conversation with Whirl, who still didn’t know what to make of you.

Whirl was an expert on clocks, taking great pleasure in putting them together; he wondered if he would derive the same feeling from piecing you together as well. For the first time in his life, Whirl found himself accepting his nervousness around another being, for he had a feeling that this time it would pay off.

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[lampmeeting]

kloktober day 7: sci-fi or fantasy

one of my original story ideas is kind of a space opera kinda thing, so i decided to bring the boys into that universe as the ragtag crew of a spaceship! details (plus bonus magnus) under the cut

nathan: captain/pilot of the Mordrymden, sort of a catch-all ship. salvage, transport, bounties, whatever they can get hired for. he loves beer and guns and movies and music from Old Earth, especially metal. he's a nice boy from a nice family who plays at being hard. every time he has to shoot someone he feels terrible and needs to holochat with his mom afterwards. has a big dumb crush on the woman who's the boss of the big shady nightclub-like space station, and the crew "accidentally" ends up there quite a bit.

pickles: ship's mechanic. always banging on everything. left for space at a young age with dreams of being some amazing rock star bounty hunter, but that didn't quite work out. has an older brother in organized crime that he despises but always seems to run into. him and charles were married years ago before charles' disappearance, and he still wears his wedding ring in a locket and asks about him everywhere they go just in case.

murderface: the cook! has a large hydroponic garden on the ship that he's very territorial of. somehow knows the weirdest trivia of every planet they visit. gets his feelings hurt if he makes a new dish and the guys don't like it. is typically followed around by NU8-LR (affectionately called "Knubbler"), a sarcastic, party-loving little robot they found during their travels.

skwisgaar: the navigator. hears the universe in his head as music and follows movements and phrases to get the ship where it's going. when they're lost the music sounds terrible and he gets very upset and distracted. while he claims to be human, there's a rumor that his father was something else. if the crew meets an alien, 9 times outta 10 skwisgaar's gonna try to seduce it.

toki: doesn't have a role on the ship. he's still pretty new and getting used to things. was rescued from a research facility on an ice moon where a cult had been experimenting on him his whole life hoping to find a way to channel their god. did it work? murderface befriends him first and lets him hang out with the plants.

charles: or "doc off". is a holographic program that helps to operate the ship and dispense information. the physical charles has been gone for years, disappeared for reasons the crew still don't understand, but charles left this hologram in the ship's computer for them. pickles will sometimes get drunk and talk to him all night.

magnus: part of the original crew, had been drinking buddies with nathan and murderface for years beforehand. purchased half of the Mordrymden years ago thinking they'd make big money. his recklessness during jobs earned them a bad reputation though, and jobs started drying up. he and nathan got in a physical altercation one night, and nathan was forced to shoot him with his blast pistol. now magnus sulks in darkened bars by himself and keeps his ears open for any opportunity to get back at his ex-friends...