#caede speaks

[magnuficent76]

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[whomuses]

@avernusfuries asked

Slides Caedes a bowl of Gale-made stew. Delicious!

Sitting in the corner brooding was something of a habit. As they had spent more time with these people, fascinating, caring, good people, as more and more had come out about who the person they were had been revealed - he'd felt like a monster. Maybe he was. The urge for blood that ran through his body and mind at all times... So when Karlach slid him the bowl, they hadn't really registered just how close she was. Lost in introspection; a slight, but contained startle. His stomach growled. When had he last eaten? They couldn't remember. Glancing over towards the fire, where some other shapes were, with their own food, eyes lingering on the wizard for just a few moments longer than the rest. "Thank you." he said, finally. Jaw parted for a breath, as if they were going to speak again, then decided against it.

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX.  

@whomuses sent:

rests forehead on their shoulder and leans against them from behind. keeps leaning. has maybe fallen asleep right there.

HE'S CONTENT to let Caedes lean against him. The weight is comforting &, he hopes, the support of his back seems to be the same for the tuckered out dragonborn.

Puck doesn't speak for a while, sorting through the bones he'd picked up throughout the day.

❝ Caedes ？❞ he murmurs finally, head tilting back slightly to address him. At the lack of response, he turns back around & resumes his task; this time, he has a faint smile on his face.

❝ Sweet dreams, Caedes. ❞

[wolfcat-hybrid]

These lil bitches are SO fun 2 draw

[Image ID: A four by four compilation of digitally drawn character faces, done in a chibi/emoji style. Each is of a different character and each has a different expression. End image description.]

[caedein]

Quick Callout @ the EW Fandom

If someone like me, who has only recently even known about a show, can see how shit the fandom is, I think there’s a problem. More extensive ranting and specific gripes under the cut. (fair warning: it’s long)

Only within the last month have I gotten in to EW. I watched what I could find of the series from start to finish and loved every minute of it. So what else to you to after ingesting all available canon content of a show? You look up the creators and backstory/history of it of course. However I was woefully unprepared for the unbelievable amount of BS this fandom has been through/done. 

Where do I even begin? 

Well let me start where I noticed the assitry start chronologically, back when Tord left in 2008. He left because the fans wouldn’t leave him alone. And then with Edd’s untimely death in 2012, the poor guy couldn’t even post a video expressing his grief over the loss of a dear friend without the fans once again harassing him to no end. He won’t even use his real name online anymore because the fanbase is unruly and relentless. (More on Tord and why his character is a touchy subject later)

Oh that’s something to touch on. People need to understand these people are not their characters. That’s probably a huge reason Tom and Paul are so fed with the fandom right now. Just because a character was based off a real life person does not mean you should or even reasonably can consider them one and the same. So please stop tagging fan art with these peoples’ full names. It’s not them and a lot of them don’t want to be associated with it. I’ve seen a lot of the same shit from things like the Supernatural fandom where the fans will ship the irl actors together. Here’s a general easy to follow rule of thumb: DON’T SHIP REAL PEOPLE. EVER. It’s obnoxious and more than a little creepy. These actors are their own people outside of whatever shows/movies they act it. Please just leave them be. But on the other side of it, you can’t disregard the feelings of the irl people these characters are based on because “they’re just characters.” I’m fairly certain the majority of the cast of EW has expressed their disapproval of the amount of explicit shipping and generally distasteful fan art. And while I am not one to discredit the value of explicit/nsfw or ship art, if the creator of something says, “Hey could you not draw these characters being nasty?” then don’t. It’s really that simple. Or if you do, don’t posting it publicly for all the see. Especially not in a fandom where I’m pretty sure a large quantity of the fanbase consists of minors. 

That’s another thing! The same shitty discourse happened in the UT fandom over nsfw artists refusing to keep their sin to the “undertail” tag, and not cluttering the main tag with porn. Undertale is a generally family friendly game with a decent plot and gameplay that got a shit rep because the fans were and still are utter shit. Is you feel that strongly about sharing your nsfw fan art of EW, even though you really shouldn’t be drawing it in the first place/be keeping it to yourself, please at least have the decency to actually use the Sinsworld/SW tag and NOT tag it with Eddsworld/EW. That’s what it’s there for. Seriously though, the creators have made it abundantly clear they do not appreciate this kind of fan art or attention, so like just stop? It’s honestly appalling the level of disrespect the fans give these guys. It’s really no wonder they’ve all started shunning the fans.

Also that! If y’all can’t see the problem of when the creators start shunning their fanbase because of the blatant, obnoxious disrespect for them as people and as the providers of this content they oh so enjoy, then there is a huge issue. Did the fandom even take two seconds to stop to consider why practically everyone but Matt (bless his pure heart) has all but abandoned this project? Does anyone see the issue there? Matt is the only one who is still trying to give this mess of a fandom a chance, and most of you from what I can see, aren’t giving him much to be hopeful for. Poor Matt just wants to keep his dear friend’s legacy alive and healthy, and y’all are raking it through hell and back with the amount of shit you put these guys through.

Speaking of which, remember when I said more on Tord later? Well that later is now. Incoming mini rant As a quick disclaimer: I love The End as an eddisode (or 2 w/e). As a plot/story/world building thing it was great. I however do not like that this is how they chose to reintroduce Tord’s character. Tord left because of the fans obsessing over him and giving him way too much attention. Knowing this, I cannot comprehend why on earth did they do this with his character? It was clear that they’d been leading up to something like this for a while with mentions of Red Leader and other allusions to his return such as his silhouette on TV in Dead Fun and his insignia visible in a few scenes. But I still can’t understand why they did this? Tom and Matt, both of which knew Tord and the reasons he left, but bring his character back under such a bright spotlight seems like the opposite of anything he would have wanted. I will admit I do not know the details of how The End actually cam to be, but if these guys had even the slightest clue of what the fans are like which I’m sure they do now, they could easily have seen the kind of attention this was going to attract. Hell they should have known something as big as The End would call attention to the fandom as a whole, not just one this one character contained to within the fandom. I honestly feel bad for irl Tord. He’ll never be able to come out of hiding online now, not after this. I almost feel guilty for enjoy his character in The End as much as I do because I know he’d hate being such a huge focus. It’s upsetting to see how the character with the least screen time and overall relevancy because his irl counterpart intentionally left the shows production because of too much unwanted attention has become the overwhelming undeniable fan favorite. Unfortunately I have to admit both the creators and the fans are at fault on this one, but it still sucks. 

The whole fandom blows right now. At least it feels like it with the majority of the active fandom acting so shitty. I don’t blame the genuine fans who don’t openly express their interest because they don’t want to be associated with this mess. Did the fans forget the reason Eddsworld even exists? Why is was made in the first place? Edd Gould, rest in peace you angel of a man, made Eddsworld for because he loved doing it. And god bless Tom and Matt and everyone else for continuing his work for as long as they after his passing. 

I’ve barely had any exposure to this fandom, and I’m already fed up with it. I genuinely love this show and wish I didn’t feel so guilty about doing so. I mean, I’m sure many establish/longtime fans of the series would be all all to willing to disregard me as just another part of the growing cesspool in this fandom simply because I got into it after The End and my favorite character is Tord. I didn’t watch EW for The End and Tord was high on my list of faves from the first episodes I saw him in form the show back in 2005-06, even with having no prior knowledge of the show or the later plot points. 

But I digress, this is not a post about defending myself. This is a wake-up call-out to a fandom that’s in down right sorry shape and desperately needs to pull its head out of its ass.

[lionofchaeronea]

On a Bombastic Lawyer

Martial, Epigrams VI.19 It’s not about violence, slaughter, or poison, But about three goats that I’ve gone to law: My neighbor made off with them, I complain. It's this that the judge requires to be proved – But you go on with mighty voice And wild hand-gestures all about Cannae, The war against King Mithridates, The broken oaths of the Punic madness, And Sullas, and Mariuses, and Mucius Scaevolas… Now speak, Postumus, about my three goats!   Non de ui neque caede nec ueneno, sed lis est mihi de tribus capellis: uicini queror has abesse furto. Hoc iudex sibi postulat probari: tu Cannas Mithridaticumque bellum               et periuria Punici furoris et Sullas Mariosque Muciosque magna uoce sonas manuque tota. Iam dic, Postume, de tribus capellis.

Two Lawyers Conversing, Honoré Daumier (1808-1879)

[devot1on]

She did feel better for the time being but even now, she could feel that heat still stirring in her gut, eager for more. It had been a while since her last heat... "Perhaps not as... many times as you, but similar, yes." Well, if Caedes planned to fuck her thoroughly, she was sure by morning she would feel much better and the worst would have passed. She dared not think of how bruised her neck and shoulders would be by the end of it, judging by the marks he continued to leave on her.

As he moved her, she whined, feeling her walls pull around his knot, still too swollen within her tightness. Oh, but the stretch still felt so good, the burn of it... "Please fuck me again, Caedes." Valaena found herself begging, excited by his words. The thought of being filled over and over, thinking of her body struggling to keep all of his loads inside her...

This heat let her speak her mind freely, no longer held back by modesty, by the fear of embarrassment. "I can take another... please..."

"I'm not familiar... with tieflings." he said, slowly, before licking a stripe up her neck. "Dragonborn... go in waves. Until the heat is over. Are you the same?" he asked, nipping at her ear. His nostrils were still full of her smell, the musky heat, and they couldn't help it. Another nip on the soft skin of her neck, near the bruise he'd left on her shoulder... They rolled their hips just a little, to force her to slide against the thickest part of his knot. Fuck, she was so good, so tight around it... "Because if it is..." he whispered, with a chuckle, "Well, by the time my knot goes down enough to move... I could fuck another load into you. And another after that..." he trailed the tip of his claw over that ever so slight bulge.

[caedescorvirpg]

ACT I SCENE I.  THE REUNION - int. townhouse

8:25 PM ﹒NOVAE TERRA

YOUR MEETING IS AS PROPHETIC as the undoing of the Old World. The sky hangs low in an oppressive blanket of blue and the sun trails behind you like a shadow drawn from twilight. You can feel the way warmth kisses the nape of your neck as you walk along the sidewalk to a townhouse you’ve never been to before. It’s always been like that though, a new headquarters for each mission you were made a part of. There was a home within Caedes Corvi but it wasn’t always in the same house.

You stop just short of the door, hesitating at the moment of truth. The brick facade looks new, weathered only by the careful hand of some architecture or another. It’s a compelling artifice but the foliage that climbs along its face spirals in an unnatural pattern and you recognize it for what it is. A message and threat, a means of communicating that you are precisely where you are needed to be.

THE CORVIDS are the first to arrive having been sent an earlier time than the rest. History lingers between them, a silent betrayal at having kept in contact only when needed, only when possible. A country has kept them apart, but it was their own decision not to extend their hand further for them to take. In this renewal of all things undesirable they are faced with the consequence of their absence. ROOK pierces the silence with a word and suddenly MAGPIE and BLUE JAY fall in line like soldiers among a battlefield.

At the door she knocks thrice, twice, and then four times before entering the dimly lit townhouse. MAGPIE is the first to notice the matte black envelope hanging from the chandelier and removes it from the gossamer string it was tethered by. The CORVIDS read the message in unison where confusion turns to anger which melts into grief and soon the inevitability of their lives fall in sequential order. Finally it seems they understand the burden of Crow’s loss.

The sun swallows the room whole in one last yawn before it too disappears under the horizon. BLUE JAY holds the instructions in his hands, folds it into six neat squares, and rips it along the edges before he pockets it into the depths of his trousers pockets. Neither ROOK nor MAGPIE nor BLUE JAY move from the foyer, none are allowed to do so.

—

9:00 PM ﹒FOYER ﹒EVERYONE

The lights flicker on even without assistance from the CORVIDS and soon the rest of the guild finds themselves drawn to the townhouse like moths to a flame. They arrive in various states of mourning and spread evenly apart as though they would dissolve if touched. That is the consequence of all things born from the heart of the beast, no one can stand to hold each other. No one feels worthy enough to do so.

MAGPIE begins without question, a voice looming above the rest, “They are watching us,” the words tumble smoothly from his lips, commands such respect along with his hands folded neatly in front of his chest. “We must prove ourselves worthy.”

HUMMINGBIRD scoffs loudly with a quirk of his eyebrow, “Haven’t we done enough? I thought this shit was over.” There is consensus among the Murder, a dangerous sense of betrayal swarming beneath the surface. HARRIER moves to take one step closer to the three but stops just short of BLUE JAY who quells the audience with a finger to his lips, and a gaze directed toward ROOK.  

“They are watching us now,” ROOK emphasizes, tucking her hands behind her back, placing her authority above the rest. “Do not forget that we owe the beast our lives.”

It’s a truth and a half-truth, a rehearsed lie they all swallow to make the facts of their lives easier to digest. ALBATROSS holds the locket around her neck tightly, makes eye contact with SPARROW and feels in her heart a danger with no name.

“What now?” SPARROWS speaks, unsteadied by the look ALBATROSS tosses their way.

“We reminisce.”

—

7 MINUTES PAST NINE ﹒ LIVING ROOM

The room is swathed in a myriad of green and beige, an homage to a foreign land a thousand miles away. A velvet settee sits precariously in the middle of the room, out of place and in direct view of an art gallery before them. It ignores the television sitting atop a pile of books one push from falling off, and acts as a rendezvous point for noticing the impossible.

SWAN is the first to observe the shimmer along the paintings, the way it moves languidly across the food, the graves, the coupons on the floor. It saturates all objects with a love filled melancholy that rubs her memory raw. The scene before her depicts a girl with ashen hair and a father who sits quietly beside her. They are working on arithmetics and clouds appear to move like molasses with the passing of time.

Directly below the photograph is a painting of a pan filled to the brim with oil and a hand poised over the ruby choker soaking within. Cut potatoes are haphazardly thrown to the side in favor of the thing buried beneath the surface.

Next, there is a nondescript house on fire in the second largest photograph and the glimmer surrounding it forces the rain move in time with the swaying of the flames. The scene feels wet and the atmosphere only builds in tension as NIGHTINGALE moves to inspect the image more closely. There she notices three half-dug, half-filled graves placed off center on the lawn with no names, no dates of birth, and no dates of death written on the plaques save for one number inscribed haphazardly on the center stone.

There are two more paintings on the gallery wall but their nature is vague and out of focus. One contains the portrait of a woman with no face and a needle around her neck, and the other a suitcase filled with clothing of a similar type.

Patrons of the exhibit hold their breaths, hitch their airflow just so, and as BLACK HERON reaches out to touch one with the palm of their hand [ to be continued … ]

A chill runs through the room, tickles the nape of BLUE JAY’S neck, and whether it’s from the vent above their heads blowing cold air into the room, or the realization of some other macabre thought, no one understands it as a coincidence.

—

9:10 PM ﹒ KITCHEN

MAGPIE wanders into the depths of the kitchen and allows the rhythmic buzz in the air to soothe whatever ache rests inside the cavity of his chest. And while It is the refrigerator that fills the room with a dull white noise, it is ROBIN who pretends to touch his shoulder with a gloved hand that jolts him awake.

She smiles coyly knowing intimately the effect her touch may have on those privy to her condition, and the cruel frown on MAGPIE’S face only furthers the idea in her mind. She sits on the countertop like a princess awaiting the world to wander in and gestures playfully to the item next to her. Upon the marble surface sits in perfect condition a black forest cake double the size it’s meant to be. 

“Well, dig in.”

There is no movement between the two, caught in a war of first actions, but it is LYREBIRD who volunteers to rid the room of uncertainty. They glide across the checkered floor with ease and in doing so mimics the perfect picture of some apparition or another. However, as they move to open the wooden drawer and obtain a knife for cutting, their hip bumps against a table and an apple tumbles from its container.

“How, unlucky,” the fruit splits open and a fly emerges from its carcass. “How unfortunate.”

—

9:20 PM﹒MASTER BEDROOM

In stark contrast to the rest of the townhouse, the master bedroom is plain and uninteresting. White wall-molding decorates the sides of the room in a line of twelve perfect squares and twelve perfect rectangles that leads to one imperfectly made king-sized bed and two double wide closets. The four poster bed frame lacks the drape one would usually expect from such a piece and it feels empty without it — hollow in a way that unsettles you.

SNOW OWL is the first to comment on its lack of detail, the way it feels too un-lived in to be staged. Her slender fingers begin to rob the room of detail and soon it finds a pair of golden earrings she brings to eye level. The jewelry doesn’t match the contour of her own profile but it looks to maintain the shape of STARLING’S own visage; from the curve of her brow bone to the shape of her nose, the girl on the golden earring couldn’t have been anyone but her. 

The sound of purposeful rustling disrupts the scene, and you can hear determination in every bang of the nightstand’s surface. There is a secret locked within its enclosure and the birds are determined to see its end. HUMMINGBIRD watches in fascination as HARRIER begins the process of maneuvering the pins out of place. It’s a rudimentary lock, the kind young kids practice on when there is nothing else to do, and so under the careful hands of a man with too much time the lock proves to be as fallible as man himself.

Despite this, it is HUMMINGBIRD who comments on the distinct lack of items within the drawer’s confines.

“What gives?”

“Yes, what gives.”

—

9:21 PM ﹒ BATHROOM

Some say one’s sense of smell is connected to the olfactory bulb, the segment of the brain that’s linked to the amygdala and hippocampus — the place where memories are stored and recalled in perfect unison. This may explain the reason why CALADRIUS knows the difference between hypochlorite and common household bleach (and the lives associated with each).

The upstairs bathroom is not connected to the master bedroom, and it is a curiosity to acknowledge when thinking about its relative size. You think perhaps in another lifetime this room’s purpose was made for another form’s end, and the peeling wallpaper next to the vanity only furthers this understanding. It’s a hint toward the truth of what the bathroom was before it could be called a bathroom, and it is the secret ROOK stops everyone from looking at.

To explain oneself is to waste time and ROOK finds herself immersed in the mystery of the bathroom as it is, before she is engrossed in the puzzle that lies beneath it. The glint of a mirror, the call of the vanity, the smell of some distant perfume — there’s a riddle to be solved and there is an order it must be made in.

Perhaps impatient with the lack of direction, GOLDEN PHEASANT takes it upon herself to further understand the room’s depth but PEACOCK takes her hand in his and shakes his hand no. There’s a question hidden within the walls and it is not theirs to find, not yet. The moment has to be perfect, it cannot be blundered by some inane or plebeian predilections. CALADRIUS makes a move himself, impervious to the scenes before him, but before he can do so the sound of something dripping halts him in his tracks.

It’s softer, more muted, and it does not sound like water. 

—

9:30 PM ﹒ GARDEN

Even among the rich, a private garden within the heart of Novae Terrae is not an expected sight. All it took was the gentle press of a stone for a corridor to be revealed and lead the Murder into a four walled enclosure with no roof above them. Hyacinths stand erect along the perimeter of the garden and offer a splash of color to an otherwise green landscape.

At the center of the enclosure is a table and four chairs, each with a different leg and different cloth coverings. They are uniquely mismatched but they do not feel out of place among the whispering of the breeze. In fact, FALCONET finds the chair they are seated on to be superbly comfortable, plush and seemingly made of goose feathers.

SPARROW however finds no such luck in their seat for the wooden legs feel too whittled down to sit on. ALBATROSS in a similar way does not find solace in her seat for the color reminds her too much of the ocean’s depths. They turn to PEREGRINE FALCON as their last line of defense but she too finds guilt in the object presented to her; finds nothing suitable about the director's chair to be comfortable.

“We weren’t meant to see this, we should go,” ALBATROSS states, already feeling as though the tall brick walls are closer she cannot escape. “There’s nothing left for us here.”

“Isn’t there?”

SPARROW plucks a purple hyacinth from the ground, wiping its petals along the pad of their thumb. The action washes away the color and reveals a muddy white beneath. In some strange way they all know it to be the same hue the sky held the night of their last meeting. Three years has passed, why does it continue to linger?

—

9:45 PM ﹒?

At the back of the townhouse, near the end of the hallway, on the left side of the third floor is a door with no door knob — no possible way to get in. It is impervious to the strength of man and the magic of Nihilum and above its frame rests a clock that sways in a gentle pattern; back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and fo— until it stops at the whispered confession of another. Until it too hears the sound of a misdeed with no forgiveness.

The door creaks open and the person pushes inward [ to be continued … ]

—

OOC: Hidden Clues

Each room has at least two secrets to be solved within it. These secrets can only be unlocked by interacting with the location and objects within it.

Even if your character is not listed at a location, you are free to create threads there and help solve the mystery of that room. The placement of characters was made to help generate thread ideas for everyone.

If you would like for your thread to be eligible for plot interjection please link your thread to the #answers﹑clues channel on discord. We will reply & notify each respondent when we are about to interject into a scene with a clue or answer. Only threads with at least one reply are eligible for this interjection

Not all threads placed in the #answer﹑clues channel will receive plot interjection.

OOC: The [ ? ] Room

Only one person may enter the [ ? ] room and bring upon us the next plot drop. Please react to the event message in #gameplay if you would like for your character to be chosen for this role! Tomorrow I will randomly select the lucky/unlucky person. 

If you are selected, you have 24 hours to write a self-para of your character confessing something to the door. If you do not publish this confession within that period of time, the admins will randomly select another character to do this!

The plot cannot move forward without a character moving it forward.

[volumina-vetustiora]

dies quo incipiam aliorum sensus considerare ante locutionem sententiae meae est dies quo vis civilis mea finiet. cum iste dies veniet, tantummodo plane caede me, tibi precor.

The day I start considering people's feelings before speaking my mind is the day my efficacy as a politician comes to an end. When that day comes, just kill me outright, I beg you.

[theofficialthething]

My Really Bad Scrapbook: Ch. 2

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Everything was tinted with red. The water and fog tainted from blood, the room haunted by yesterday’s aftermath. Red in the kid ’s cuts and scratches, softly painted onto their cold cheeks.

I imagined someone painting the entire sky grey, and they finished their painting, someone had spilled murky red water onto it. It dripped along the edges of the canvas and onto the clouds and sun. The painting dries, and now everything is a horrid maroon. The grey paints mix with the red water, and the water doesn't blend. The person is left with a greyed red skies on a soaked canvas.

And so, the room is now The Canvas.

She comes into the room.

Tap Tap Tap

Blood on a face, blood on hands, blood on blood. Eyes shot up, mouths unable to move. Angel boy struggling in his seat, tears falling on the floor.

The room is red, burning red. No murky water, no grey, no soft painted cheeks. Pure red.

The red fire taking up the air, breathing in smoke. My head is pounding, my throat burns as much as the fire on my skin. Angel boy is still until he stands and writes on the board.

Omnibus locis fit caedes.

I blink.

Did I see something?

The water spills to my toes and rises to my ankles. I turn to look around the room slowly, everything is fine. It is grey.  No fog being lifted, and sky continuing to suffocate, And then, I make eye contact with Angel boy.

The Canvas flashes to red,

Et nomen dumah.

I blink again.

I heard that.

Our cheeks flush pink, and we look back at her.

“Hi, Dumah...” I whisper softly.

Her face was blushing like ours, but tears were falling across her cheeks. 

She slowly falls from existence, and she is not there.

In that split second, we should have been yelling, screaming, throwing tantrums. We should have been terrible children, but we were still.  We were all angels. We couldn’t remove ourselves from the plastic underneath us, and once again, the hardened gum on the bottom of the desks were not the only things stuck here.

She comes back.

A man looms over her, he’s taller than the fog, taller than the sky. He doesn’t seem possible.

Dumah speaks, his voice lulling the classroom.

“Your glasses are cracked.” It was a simple sentence, and yet, it was the most inutile statement I’ve ever heard. This boy was the only one who could speak, and he decided to speak jack shit. What an insufferable boy.

“Ah, it’s not prescription, don’t worry. It’s really just for the ‘aesthetic’, as kids say.”

I think to myself, ‘Having your head crash through the atmosphere is also an aesthetic, but it has a very niche market.’ but I stop myself from saying it. It won’t be heard over the fog, anyway.

And then he looks at me, eyes matching mine. His eyes don’t seem to falter,

“And here we have someone who knows firsthand, to write with no ink.”

Wha   s he ta  in  ab-

@thewriteblrchronicles

[melihel-shadowhorn]

She smiled, glad they listened and lied back down without much bickering. She let go of his shoulder, covering him with the warm pelt she was previously using, pressing it to their chest, leaving the hand there. They were not going anywhere.

She shushed them, a low long ‘shhh’, urging them not to speak. What they were saying was mildly worrying, but she outlived Avernus. She had stardust flowing in her veins. Was Caedes really worried over such a seasoned sorcerer like herself? She felt the urge to chuckle, but ultimately restrained herself, hearing the serious tone in their voice. Instead, she scoffed.

“I can take care of myself, you know. And I’ll watch over you, if anything happens.”

She delicately grabbed their waving hand with hers, in a comforting touch, laying it back on their chest, now covered in soft fur.

"You can tell me everything tomorrow."

She observed in silence.

“Nine Hells, you’re a mess.”

She muttered in the end. No, she wasn't imagining things. She was sure of it: they were in very bad shape.

She quickly sat up, tightening the grip on his firm scales for a moment, trying to stop him from leaving, knowing full well her strenght was nothing compared to his.

“Caedes… please stay.”

Her tone was gentle, affectionate, yet firm - determined to help-, her flaming eyes sparked for a moment when glued them on her companion. She was worried they were about to collapse at any given moment and wanted to be ready when it will happen.

“This tent is spacious enough for the both of us and you clearly need some rest.”

[whomuses]

open rp || caedes - the dark urge

Eyes were half glazed; something was fizzing in the corner of his mind, some familiarity, some creeping nausea that began to crackle up through his snout. Jaw parted, as if he wanted to pant, but Caedes knew that there was no limiting this. No preventing it. This had happened before, after all. It crawled as readily as the tadpole, this time up their spine. Hands twitched. The urge hungered. It sickened. It had waited too long. It was to take action - and what Caedes wanted… would matter little.

"We're running out of time." he spoke suddenly, sharply, turning to his companion. Panic coloured their tone. No matter the resistance, the fighting, the exhaustion and lack of sleep, lack of food - their urge would have it's pound of flesh. No matter what they tried. "My body rebels against me. My mind is burning. You must take control of me, now." they were trying to speak firm, but fear was making his voice tremble. "Tie me, now, before it's too late. Before I -" the wooziness washing over him in a wave. "You - I - you need to -"

[zmaragdos]

by pure coincidence the Metamorphoses' saddest gay death is in pride month :( :(

RIP Athis and Lycabas

Erat Indus Athis, quem flumine Gange edita Limnaee vitreis peperisse sub undis creditur, egregius forma, quam divite cultu augebat, bis adhuc octonis integer annis,               50 indutus chlamydem Tyriam, quam limbus obibat aureus; ornabant aurata monilia collum et madidos murra curvum crinale capillos; ille quidem iaculo quamvis distantia misso figere doctus erat, sed tendere doctior arcus.               55 tum quoque lenta manu flectentem cornua Perseus stipite, qui media positus fumabat in ara, perculit et fractis confudit in ossibus ora.      Hunc ubi laudatos iactantem in sanguine vultus Assyrius vidit Lycabas, iunctissimus illi               60 et comes et veri non dissimulator amoris, postquam exhalantem sub acerbo vulnere vitam deploravit Athin, quos ille tetenderat arcus arripit et 'mecum tibi sint certamina!' dixit; 'nec longum pueri fato laetabere, quo plus               65 invidiae quam laudis habes.' haec omnia nondum dixerat: emicuit nervo penetrabile telum vitatumque tamen sinuosa veste pependit. vertit in hunc harpen spectatam caede Medusae Acrisioniades adigitque in pectus; at ille               70 iam moriens oculis sub nocte natantibus atra circumspexit Athin seque adclinavit ad illum et tulit ad manes iunctae solacia mortis.

Ovid, Metamorphoses V.47-73

"There was an Indian youth, Athis by name, whom Limnaee, a nymph of Ganges' stream, is said to have brought forth beneath her crystal waters. He was of surpassing beauty, which his rich robes enhanced, a sturdy boy of sixteen years, clad in a purple mantle fringed with gold; a golden chain adorned his neck, and a golden circlet held his locks in place, perfumed with myrrh. He was well skilled to hurl the javelin at the most distant mark, but with more skill could bend the bow, When now he was in the very act of bending his stout bow, Perseus snatched up a brand which lay smouldering on the altar and smote the youth, crushing his face to splintered bones. When Assyrian Lycabas beheld him, his lovely features defiled with blood—Lycabas, his closest comrade and his declared true lover—he wept aloud for Athis, who lay gasping out his life beneath that bitter wound; then he caught up the bow which Athis had bent, and cried: "Now you have me to fight, and not long shall you plume yourself on a boy's death, which brings you more contempt than glory." Before he had finished speaking the keen arrow fleshed from the bowstring; but it missed its mark and stuck harmless in a fold of Perseus' robe. Acrisius' grandson quickly turned on him that hook which had been fleshed in Medusa's death, and drove it into his breast. But he, even in death, with his eyes swimming in the black darkness, looked round for Athis, fell down by his side, and bore to the shadows this comfort, that in death they were not divided." (Transl. Miller 1915)

[passionpitobsession]

Hello hello! Here’s my last fanfic recommendation post for this year! I hope y’all enjoy it and have an amazing break whether you’re gonna be spending it alone reading these fics or with a big ol’ family! :)

once again, here are the previous posts:

Part I || II || III || IV || FicRec Page

under the cut are all the latest fics I’ve read! Please make sure to read the tags and author notes for additional warnings!!

His Salvation by Sallsmum

Rate: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 45 & Complete

Summary: Alec Lightwood had just gone through the worst year of his life. After losing both parents in an accident, he made things ten times worse after one drunken night with his best friend Jace. He needed a change and picked the quietest place he could find and bought an old house where he intended to make his life long dream of writing a novel a reality. Little did he know that things weren't as quiet as he had first thought. It wasn't until he had bought the place that he learned of it's sad past and of it's previous owner, Magnus Bane. It seemed that he and Magnus shared a troubled history where love was concerned and that misery loved company and even the veil between one life and the next was no barrier for two troubled souls. But finding love would mean risking losing it as well. Did Alec have the strength to do that again?

PowerPlay I by @bbmonarch

Rate: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 17 & Complete

Summary: The Lightwood family is a 'firm/gang' family in several cities. After Alec is released from prison, he has to take charge of the New York based organisation (which is in territory war with the Morgenstern) Magnus works independently with the distribution of several illegal substances and hates the Lightwood family with a passion. Magnus is given a chance to do something about his hate just as Alec comes into town, but will he want to then?

Heart of the Darkness by deathdario

Rate: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 15 & Complete

Summary: Alec Lightwood is an extremely routinised and monotonous man.While his sister, Isabelle, is happily married to Simon, enjoying her overly joyous life, and Jace is living with his girlfriend Clary, socialising, and studying law, Alec is still attached to his — slightly unhealthy — obsession with history and Archaelogy while he's studying dentistry under his parents' persistent demand.When he finally happens to unlock the secret of one of his researches, the next minute he's asininely forging through the Congo forest in search of The Caedes, a long lost tribe who he's more than willing to risk his life in order to learn their tradition and analyse their lifestyle.

My heart is yours! by Icylightning

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 20 & Complete

Summary: After a hunt goes wrong Alec is on the verge of dying leaving Magnus devastated until his friend Catarina comes up with a very unique cure!

One Show Only by @gingersnapwolves

Rate: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 7 & Complete

Summary: It's hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner ... but Alec will be damned if he isn't going to give it a try.

All the Colors of the Rainbow by @blj2007

Rate: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Alec comes home from work to find that Magnus is having an interesting evening of parenting.

All The Little Things by @mansikkaomenabanaani

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: Series of 6 & Complete

Summary: Alec and Magnus have been arguing. Alec can't quite remember the reason why, but is determined to fix things.

The World is Brighter Than The Sun by piecesintoplace

Rate: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Alec comes home from a terrible meeting in London to find out Magnus has been sick for that whole week he was gone. Alec does all that he can to make him feel better including soup, tea, and cuddles.

Fools Rush In by Maleciseverything

Rate: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 4 & Complete

Summary: Alec, Jace, and Simon go to Vegas for Jace's bachelor party and things get a little bit ridiculous. Alec wakes up the next morning and...wait a minute, who's that in his bed?

I'm Fine (Please Stay) by @blj2007

Rate: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Alec gets a mundane illness and Magnus just wants to take care of him.

it's a kind of magic by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

Rate: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 5 & Complete

Summary: Alec frowns at a point just over Magnus’ shoulder, and then his eyes widen. “Magnus… did your house plant just wave at me?”Magnus freezes. He whirls around and glares, hissing, “Figmund, you promised.” Figmund wiggles its leaves unrepentantly.

After the Party by ConeyIslandBlitz, sourwolfmalec

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Magnus and Alec leave the party, and just chat, gossip, generally enjoy one another's company.

After The Fall (a Malec oneshot) by malecluv_14

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Alec is grieving. Magnus is there for him.

Walk A Little Closer by @janoda

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Nothing beats a late-night stroll through the city.

like drowning people breathe by bonibaru

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 2 & Complete

Summary: Alec Lightwood was used to seeing odd things in his line of work. But never anything like this ...

Thigh Holster by @everydayisonfire

Rate: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Magnus doesn't get distracted by a certain Shadowhunter, wearing a tight thigh holster. Nope. Absolutely not.

Snapshot by Team_Alpha_Wolf_Squadron

Rate: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: Series of 2 & Complete

Summary: Research at the Institute has Alec finding a rather interesting picture of Magnus.

Prompt #42 by Ambros

Rate: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 2 & Complete

Summary: “I'll tell you what you can't do,” Jace says, voice calm, “You can't lose us both. So I need you to breathe and think.” “Fuck you,” Alec spits, but the words break in half, he tries to scratch at the vines again, the tips of his fingers numb, but Jace's hand is suddenly on his neck, anchoring him down, dragging him forward until their foreheads are touching, until Jace's eyes is the only thing Alec can see. And Jace says: “Go to him.”, and Alec's world breaks in half.

Forgotten by @facialteeth

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: There was a man on the subway that no one else could see besides Magnus. He never spoke. He never moved. He never looked up at all. Until one day, Magnus finally gained the courage to speak to him and that changed.

Love Like Moonlight by @hoteldumortz

Rate: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & Complete

Summary: Simon's suffering from some writer's block when trying to write a love song. Who better to ask for help than the lovesick Head of the New York Institute?

It started out with a kiss by binksybane

Rate: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 3 & Complete

Summary: Oh boy. The one time he'd gone out to the club he'd had his drink spiked, nearly got killed by rogue Vampires, and spent the night in a Warlock's bed...

[wolfcat-hybrid]

I am having SO much fun with hero forge's new two person bases! Here are some of my and my friend's ocs :]

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Two hero forge models, both tieflings in armor, stand side by side. The one on the right has his arm slung over the shoulder of the other, and the one on the left has her hand against his back. Both are smiling at the other.

Two hero forge models, a human person and an elven man, standing close to each other. The elf has his hand up by the other's cheek, and the human is holding the elf's hand. They're looking at each other fondly.

The same two figures in the privious image, in the same position, shown from a different angle. From this angle, we can see the human has their other hand resting on the elf's arm, and the elf's other hand is resting on the human's butt.

Two hero forge models, a human and a kenku, are smiling widely at each other from opposite sides of the base. Both have their arms raised in a cheer as the human chugs from a beer bottle. Empty beer bottles are littered around their feet.

Two hero forge models, the kenku from the previous image and a green elf, crouch down next to a fire. The kenku is on one knee, and is smiling at the elf. The elf has her hands out towards the fire, either warming herself or casting a spell. End image description.]

[caedein]

I feel a bit bad for how high and mighty that callout post I made sounds considering I only just rexently got into EW. It was just too hard to sit back a say nothing when this fandom is essentially imploding. I hadn't seen anything that really pointed out all the things that have been bothering with the current fanbase, or at least what I've seen of it. Which is probably what anyone on the outside would see looking at EW, considering that's exactly where I was not too long ago.