#alcgideonlightwood

[magnuslightwoodbane]

boy i can’t wait for alec to lead the ny institute through the war with poise and dignity, do more for downworld relations than the accords ever have and to be better than any council position could ever be, and eventually stroll in like “what up i’m consul now. also the clave is bullshit ur all fired” and they’ll thank him for it

[vampire-himbos-of-santa-perdita]

1, 13, 19!

thejadewizard asked:1, 2 and 19.

1.) Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.

Since I’ve got 2 requests for this question, I’ll do two of my WIPs!

Haunt Your Murderers: Drag queen thieving ring murder plot thwarted by lady pirates.

Time, Undone: Dysfunctional magical family grapples with possession and dark secrets.

2.) Post a line from your WIP with no context.

His friend swears profusely, damn propriety. “Are you alright, old chap?”

Basil mulls over his answer for a feverish moment, making a show of the true dire ridiculousness of the situation. “No, I am not alright, Hamish. Do I look alright to you? There are at least a dozen dead bodies down here!”

Hamish perks up. “Any fresh ones?”

13.) Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?

Andrina fashions herself a raft, drifts out to sea until she finds a ship, commandeers it, and sails off. 😂 

19.) Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

…I can’t stop. :O

[anthony-kate]

alcgideonlightwood replied to your post: And exactly why was there some freaking out...

you and i both know there’s never a reason

Tbh, I expected something huge after the uproar but this??? They had an honest and mature talk. And they barely touched the immortality. I am...???

[henryclaremontdiaz]

🌠

sadness from inside out

adam parrish

zac efron

mutuals send me a 🌠 and i’ll tell you three things i associate you with

[ketzwrites]

alcgideonlightwood replied to your post: in the books, ithuriel also dies and she’s still...

no he didn’t explode as far as i remember

... I mean, details, right? He’s an angel. Walk it off, Ithuriel.

[jaskiersbeloved]

@amorverus, @phildrawsfanart, @alcgideonlightwood. for the blog compliments

@amorverus I am blown away every time when I’m looking at her mobile tbh. It’s just so stunning that I simply can’t. And her icon? A masterpiece, honestly. Plus all of the gifs and close ups that she makes are just simply amazing, 11/10, would recommend forever

@phildrawsfanart you mean my amazing talneted, pure Phil? THAT Phil? Well, Anon, I simply love her. All of her fanarts are simply beautiful and creative and I love every single one! And Phil? Phil is the purest ray of sunshine out there. Like I just love her so freakng much, it almost hurts *.*

@alcgideonlightwood All of her posts either makes my cry or laugh, there’s no in between. Also I simply love her icon, okay? Like Jesus Christ, let me breathe :P And Meg is really sweet, all the ppl that says otherwise can come at me.

Blog compliments

[sophieturnerr]

thoughts on malec having kids

Okay so I would love to see them with kids, they’d be such good parents like we already see how they are with Madzie like they love her and she loves them. Honestly I’m so excited to see them be the best uncles in the world. Like honestly if we don’t get at least a flash forward at the end of the show where we see malec with at least one kid I might scream. 

Obviously they need to have some moments to chill before they do have kids, like even ignoring the dumb timeline they’ve had like almost no time to just relax and be them? So where I want them to have kids and I think they’d be amazing fathers they need some time to themselves. Then of course adopt and love their children. Which no one could convince me they don’t have in the future.

send me “thoughts on ______”

[jamescarstairz]

my rec is the literal only book i’ve read this year called the cruel prince by holly black. it’s great if you like high fantasy and faeries

i really need to read more books too and also stop rereading the same ones while my new ones glare at me from the bookshelf oops i just looked up the book and it sounds really interesting i’ll have to add it to my list thank you!!

okay i think you’ll forever be one of my fave people on this site and even though we dont talk as much anymore seeing your posts and your general presence on my dash makes me smile so dont even think about deleting again youre such a talented writer and an all round wonderful person. youre also a cutie & ilysm 

want a compliment?

[the-roci]

He understood everything in theory, but that doesn’t stop anything from hurting.

When an arbitrary number of past lovers suddenly turns into kind eyes in a faded photograph and everything suddenly feels much more real that Alec has ever let it. Every small trinket, every gift that was purchased and given as readily as he gave Magnus the omamori, are all that remain of those that once loved Magnus just as deeply and fiercely as he does. But love wasn’t enough to stop the inevitable, just like it’s not enough to stop the terrifying thought that one day, he’ll become just an afterthought tucked away inside the same box.

To be opened, sorted through, and touched. Trailed along fingers that will no longer remember the warmth of his palms as they cup the curve of a soft morning smile. Alec wasn’t lying when he said that he couldn’t live without Magnus, but he never really considered the after, when he’s gone and Magnus is forced to live on without him. It’s enough to squeeze the breath out of his lungs. Because as much as it hurts to think about becoming a memory, it hurts more to think of Magnus alone, closed off or lonely after working so hard to open himself back up. So, while he still needs to process the lives Magnus has created, Alec is suddenly so very grateful for everyone who kept Magnus happy, who loved and cherished him, comforted him when Alec wasn’t yet able to.

It’s why Alec finds himself back inside the loft, the golden hues of morning now replaced by muted light. Everything is still and shadowed, with flickering candles and a music so faint, Alec can barely make it out. He would almost describe it as calm if it wasn’t for the treads of unresolved tension that bear down on him as soon as he steps through the door. Sitting in the middle of it all, with pillows surrounding him, and a martini loosely held in his hand, is Magnus. Looking every bit as frayed as Alec, and while it’s not quite like him, Alec almost feels the need reach for the glass, letting the burn of alcohol overpower the tremble that has settled inside his throat.  

Magnus turns fully towards him as Alec enters. Gone is the sharpness that lined his words over breakfast, replaced by a smile that’s equal parts small and pensive. It’s exactly how Alec’s been feeling since he stormed out of the loft that morning. Any other night Alec would follow the shine in those beautiful eyes like a beacon, but tonight, he’s cautious, giving himself and Magnus distance.

“Hey,” he says, when he wants to blurt out that he’s sorry. He doesn’t know how to navigate his feelings and instead of sitting down and talking about them like Magnus offered, they get caught and twisted, stuck somewhere behind his brain and he can’t quite reach them. So they fester, thickening and stretching until there’s a steady pressure between his temples and before he can help it, he says something stupid.

And he’s so tired of fighting, but he’s also too tired to look at all their fractured pieces and figure out how to smooth out their edges. But he wants to be whole again, complete and happy, until they can both focus on now instead of the after. Because if all they have is this, Alec wants to make the most of every single moment he’s given.

“I haven’t been handling this well,” Alec starts because he’s not sure how else to handle this outside of jumping straight into it.

“Look, Alexander, we’re both-”

“Magnus, I love you.” With everything going on with his mother and Jace and the Owl, there’s so little Alec is certain of, but at least he has this. The curve of Magnus’ lips when he laughs and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Alec loves Magus, fully and completely, and there’s absolutely nothing that can change that. “But this entire thing-” his mortality, everyone who came before him, and the idea of after- “it’s just, a lot. And every time I think I have it figured out, or that I’m okay with everything, something pops up and I guess I’m not as good as handling everything as I thought I was. That’s on me though and I’m sorry for taking it out on you.”

Magnus nods, a slow and contemplative thing. A nod he’s likely used with George and everyone else that had to have this conversation. And it hurts. Maybe more than it has a right to, but the pain is shifting, settling into a place that feels more manageable.

“Figuring this all out is never easy,” Magnus says, and Alec can hear the wear of centuries in the drag of his words. “If it’s any consolation, being immortal doesn’t necessarily make me immune to saying things impulsively either.”

“No kidding. A child, huh?”

“Would you feel better if I admitted I was no better?”

Alec allows himself a sheepish smile. “Maybe. But I kind of feel like I deserved it.”

“Well, there’s something we can agree on.” There’s an easy honestly that makes the room feel bigger, like the walls aren’t crumbling in on them. It reminds Alec when he stood on the edge of his future and kissed Magnus after their first date.

With some of the tension slipping, Alec sits himself next to Magnus. The touch of their thighs pressing together is the most grounding thing Alec’s felt in the past forty-eight hours and he wants to lose himself in it. To slip back into a time when he didn’t have to think about the fact that he’s a shadowhunter and Magnus is a warlock and all the complications that come with it. But he knows they need to face this before they can make it through to the other side. There’s a small comfort in the fact that he’s always been determined, driven and stubborn until his objectives were succeeded. With Magnus at his side, he knows they can beat this. He just wishes he knew the first step in the process.

Silence falls over them. It’s thoughtful, but mostly exhausted. It roots inside Alec and from the dip of Magnus’ eyes, it’s rooted inside him, too.  “We’re both working through things,” Magnus says, “I think we’ll both have an easier time if we cut each other some slack. I was out of line this morning” It’s a soft admission, paired with Magnus moving his hand until his pinky is brushing Alec’s leg.  “I told you before that this is new to me, too. That goes beyond you being a Shadowhunter. Everything in that box belonged to someone that’s a part of me, a part that I’m going to cherish so long as I’m alive, but this,” he says, reaching further until their fingers are loosely entwined, “us, it’s everything to me, Alexander. The thought of losing you, of going through everything again-”

The rest is lost to an exhale and without thinking, Alec reaches for him. Gently running his thumb against Magnus’ eat until familiar fingers wrap around his wrist “I never meant to make you think about that,” Alec says. “I just can’t imagine a day when I don’t get to wake up and see that incredible face.”

“Neither can I,” Magnus says, and it’s so soft and earnest and it makes Alec ache in a different sort of way. “So let’s focus on the mornings we do have. Try to save the rest for later.”

It’s not a promise Alec can make, so he settles for an, “I’ll try.” He sighs, not quite managing to expel all the confusion and anger and fear that somehow managed to burrow inside him, but it’s a start. There’s so much to come to terms with and figure out, but sitting here, arms wrapped tightly around Magnus, it makes Alec certain that they’ll do whatever it takes to smooth everything out.

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Thank you to @alcgideonlightwood for reading this one over. :) 

[vampire-himbos-of-santa-perdita]

tell me more about andrina and millie

They met at the circus when Andrina was ~16. She was performing on aerial silks and caught Millie’s eye in the crowd. Millie was wearing a top hat, which she snatched right off her head, and used it as an excuse to see her after the show. Millie saw something in her, so she taught her everything she knew about piracy. She lets Andrina in on the secret society of women vigilantes who go by the name of Steamboat Annie. 

Andrina finds herself a ship and crew, taking up the mantle as the latest Steamboat Annie. Meanwhile, Millie goes deep underground. Waaay back in 1666, the Great Fire of London choked out hundreds of people who once lived in the tunnels beneath the city. As a response, Millie and her coven at the time flush out the demonic energy left over from all the deaths that occurred, thus cementing herself as the High Priestess of the underworld. All nefarious criminals now defer to her. No one knows her by name (but Andrina), and she’s able to traverse London, above and below ground essentially anonymously.

A decade or so later, Andrina returns to London, something Millie is privy to almost immediately, because she’s spritzed her perfume all over her ship’s sails. After some shenanigans, Andrina returns to Millie. Millie grapples with the fact that she’s been pining over Andrina in the interim, and knows because she doesn’t get attached to mortals easily, that that’s a relationship worth pursuing. 

They spend a lot of time together philosophizing over immortality, particularly as Millie agrees to work alongside Vermilion and Octavian to resurrect people from the dead. This is a direct conflict with Andrina’s moral code, as Vermilion and Octavian are the exact people she’s working to stop. Millie explains her grey morality as having to sometimes “let good things come from bad”. (Millie’s using them as her puppets, so it’s moot point.) For the most part, these conversations are in good humour, and they will love each other always, but it still bothers Andrina deep down. Especially since Millie won’t entertain the thought of gifting her with immortality too. 

Andrina’s a very special person in Millie’s life, and one day, she’ll have a cigar box full of old photographs of their time together to show the rest of the Marsettes.

Ask me about my OCs/WIPs!

[anthony-kate]

anica (my new phone changes your name to antics so that’s fun) thank you for being so level headed

Hahahaa Amazing. And thank you, Meg 💖💖💖, I am trying here. Though the biggest question might be: 

@SHTV: When are you going to pay me for calming down half of this fandom every week??? Here’s a suggestion: Give me access to your screener and I show you how to actually write a review.

[henryclaremontdiaz]

alcgideonlightwood replied to your photo “my life ever since @alcgideonlightwood talked me into starting the...”

ronan is not a good role model

alcgideonlightwood replied to your photo “my life ever since @alcgideonlightwood talked me into starting the...”

neither am i, the college dropout

i cant believe you’d shit on two people i love like this

[ketzwrites]

i’m excited to see more warlock politics, to see izzy flourish in her new position, and to see how ollie deals with knowing about the shadow world. sorry that was more than one thing i’m just really excited

Yaaas, the warlock politics will be lit af. I can’t wait for Lorenzo and for the warlock party as well. That shot of Magnus doing The Most Magic is so iconic already, I really want to know the context.

I feel like they’ve figured out a storyline for Izzy, so hell yes! I’m really into seeing our Lightwood babies growing up into their rightful commanding positions in the NY Institute

So excited for Ollie! Luke is getting that classic supernatural vs humans storyline and I loved that Ollie wasn’t like that skeptical person or weirdly already into the supernatural. She is just logical and she believes her gut, so Luke will have a very interesting season dealing with her. 

[kindaresilient]

expressions that invite you in

Thanks to Meg @alcgideonlightwood​ and @writerlydays​ for the info about dorms mates, it is slightly there lol but couldn't have done it without you, you guys rock<3

also, @fatal-vision, look! 

can be found on ao3

The jolt of the doorbell of the coffee shop pulled Magnus out of his notes reading concentration with a jolt. He watches as Alec angrily walks towards him, agitated and promptly sits down in next of him.

“You need to teach me how to swear in spanish, I want to, no, need to call Kyle a piece of shit without him knowing” he blurted out.

“Well hello to you too” Magnus said.

Alec sighed. “Sorry, hi” and leaned to peck him on the lips, short, chaste and incredible sweet. Magnus couldn’t help but smile.

“Now that you’ve greeted me accordingly, tell me what’s on your mind about Kyle this time”.

Alec sighed more loudly and rolled his eyes so hard he thought they were gonna stay in the back of his head. “He just keeps leaving dirty dishes on the sink, doesn’t respect my space to be honest,  smokes this weird thing that I’m afraid to ask what it is but some of the plants on the window died so it must be toxic, so I need you to teach me how to call him a piece of shit without him noticing, because venting isn’t enough anymore and I’m afraid I’m going to kill him If I don’t say something” he finishes.

“So you want to know how to say pedazo de mierda to Kyle to feel better?” Magnus asked.

“If that how you say piece of shit, then yes”.  

An idea formed in Magnus head. “I mean,  I could teach how to call him pedazo mierda I have no problem with that…” he grabbed Alec’s hand and started playing with his fingers on the table. “Or maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Or maybe you could move in with me” Magnus blurted out.

“What!?” Alec asked

“What” Magnus retorted. Then, he continued rambling as If he didn’t just ask Alexander to move in with him. “You know what, it is a bad idea, how’s your pronunciation--”

“Magnus--”

“Tienes que cuidar tus vocales y quizás el acento, that’s where the tricky part relies, for me at least--”

“Magnus!” Alec shouted, interrupting him, maybe a little bit too loud for a coffee shop, but extreme times, extreme measures they say, and Magnus babbling was an extreme time.

“What?” He asked, If a bit breathless for all the fast speaking pace he was doing.

Alec took his hand again and kissed his knuckles, giving him a blinding smile. “I would love to move in with you”

“Really?”

“Really” Alec replied with a smile.

Magnus released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding and grinned. “Good. Because I'm dying to annoy you with my habits and to be annoyed by yours”,

“Can't wait to be annoyed by you, babe”

Magnus eyes went soft at that confession. “Te amo” he mumbled. Alec did know what that meant. I love you.

He leaned again and kissed Magnus on the cheek. “Te amo también”, he replied, rusty spanish and all, be damned.

[goldenalec]

i've read all your fics and i love your short drabble style :') they're amazing! i'm pretty new to tumblr, so do you have any recs for other writers on here? preferaby same style?

skjdj thank you so much anon! This is so sweet 😭💖 So sorry this is so late!

This list is in no way all-encompassing, but here are the writers on tumblr I absolutely could not live without: 

@magnusbicon, @luminousalexander, @champagnemagnus, @sunnyalec, @maialec, @catarinalec, @kindaresilient, @alecsgideon, @laughingmagnus, @alcgideonlightwood, @irisphryneadler, @alecslittlesnores and @stupidnephilimlove

[magnuslightwoodbane]

the wonderful @champagnemagnus tagged me in this (thank you so much love!) create a moodboard/aesthetic for yourself i tag @magnusbicon, @alcgideonlightwood, @bram-simon, @catarinaswife, @harryshmjr and @the-roci!