#props to Jace for giving me wings for this take
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đđđđđđ. Birth of a thought made manifest in human flesh âDĂĄinsleif's originsâ.
âThe Winged One's regret or remorse gave birth to a thought, and as he imagined the path that could have been taken, a new soul was born.â
As a result of the war waged against the Second Who Came, Nibelung and the ensuing chaos with the leaking Forbidden Knowledge that had to be subdued lest the world was plunged into darkness, thus left with no chances for survival, Phanes' functions were ruined and could no longer use their absolute authority to suppress the original order of this world. In combination with his severely wounded state, the Usurper glimpsed into the wrongs of his deeds and the ones bound to come after if he were to be deteriorated further due to the influence of the Forbidden Knowledge, the loathing and resentments of the world or other forces that could take advantage of his weakened state.
He who loved his human creations more than anyone, and He who cursed the gods to come after to love humans saw himself mired in hypocrisy the moment his creations were at disadvantage the most and were kept in the highest regard no longer due to his own decisions' and that of his closest circle, who should follow his will. Thus in a moment of weakness and lucidity, his regret gave birth to a thoughtâ to a what if. What if things were different, what if his initial desire continued without struggling against the vicissitudes and personal agendas, what if he was stronger to not let himself be corrupted to this point of apparent no return.
What if he could undo everything that made his sacred plans evil.
From these last thoughts was DĂĄinsleif born as a soul, nurtured in a seed in Irminsul's benevolent aura out of its kindness and will for the world to cease fighting against its own natural orders and to diminish the loathing and resentments of the world that the Primordial One has caused. One day of the countless moons this seed basked under the moonlight and Irminsul's might, he was born in the material world in Celestia as a human, a manifestation of the origins never known by others of Phanes' closest circle until divine's eyes fell upon him. Unrest was among them, yet only muted at the knowledge that they could do with him as they pleased. So repeating the cycle of a once heiress of Celestia that failed in her task to retrieve the Pearl of Genesis and believed herself to be the queen of the kingdom of darkness, DĂĄinsleif was sent there with the intent to erase his memories of any ties he could have to Celestia.
Thus he would have no connection with the divine, nor his actions would suppose betrayal to anyâ for it is them who betrayed them first, abandoned him to his fortune. Unbeknownst to them, he who they abandoned would be the one to silence the source of all sins in the deepest abyss and undo the wrongs that began with the greatest Usurper, as well as reweaving all threads of fate.
It would all begin in Khaenri'ah, where DĂĄinsleif has drifted with a mission he recalls no more, and where he would mature his views of the world, limited at the time as they may be. His love for humanity and pursuit to defend them limitless as the Primordial Sea from where all life is born, even if his personal beliefs about the laws set in the kingdom and its deeds may differ drastically from what it would be expected of anyone who arrives to the kingdom established along the roots of Irminsul.
#âàŒșâ§àŒ»â glimpses in the past of a shattered spirit âheadcanon.â#don't perceive me#as I tie the knot tighter#of my the take I've been wanting to implement for Dain#for a whileâ#this is a great way to justify better#a few descriptive choices#as well as explain a few things#connected to his knowledge#one might think that his fight for humanity would be conditioned by this#and that could be right#but this is all on himself#as he could stray perfectly fine from this line of thinking#from which he was born#if he didn't agree with it#specially as someone who advocates that everyone#should be masters of their own fate#which includes himself#I'll continue to keep vague a few things#such as the big ? of whether he'd be a G.old case#in terms of how long he lived until the Cataclysm#for now this will do#before I go into rambly mode#props to Jace for giving me wings for this take#insecure as I was for even implementing it as part#of my portrayal of Dain đ„ș
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Chapter Eleven: Magnus Bane
Okay, kiddos. Letâs go.
Jace and Clary leave the Brotherhood HQ, and Jace calls the cab driver a âbrain-dead moronâ. You know what, hereâs the full quote:
Jace leaned forward and banged his hand against the partition separating them from the cab driver. âTurn left! Left! I said to take Broadway, you brain-dead moron!â
Oh, man, Iâm so hot for Jace you guys. Heâs so evil and cruel. Iâm fanning myself. And the reason he wants to take Broadway? He wants breakfast. Thatâs it. Itâs not a life-or-death situation. He wants fucking breakfast.
I like the idea of the diner they go to. A place where magical ppl can get together for some spaghetti. I donât know if Iâve mentioned this, but I LOVE the idea of a secret (or not-so-secret) magical Manhattan. Itâs just so unfortunate that Clareâs is so bad.
Clarinet asks Jack-Jack about Magnus Bane. Jack-Jack explains that heâs a warlock. Alec shows up. Clare is the foreshadowing master.
Clary freaks out about a guy in front of the store who looks like a demon. Clary. Girl. Come on. You know about this stuff already. Itâs been like two days. Calm down. Apparently heâs a bouncer (for a diner) and is the warlock equivalent of a squib.
Honesty, I love this diner. They have blood on tap!!!! Thatâs so cool!!!!!! Plus, the people eating there sound way more interesting than our MCs.
[A] boy with spiky blue dreads was sitting next to a beautiful Indian girl with long black hair and gauzelike golden wings sprouting from her back.
Gotta love how the only people of color are basically set-dressing, though. At least Simon is Jewish, even with the messed up antisemitic crosses-burned-into-him dream thing. Clareâs Jewish, though, so of course she represents only herself and leaves everyone else out in the cold.
Alec shows up:
There was a kinetic, almost feverish energy to [Alec] that hadnât been there before. Something about Jace sharpened him, brought him into focus. If she were going to draw them together, she thought, she would make Jace a little blurry, while Alec stood out, all sharp, clear planes and angles.
Oh, here it is. The âpoor gay boy only comes to life in front of hopelessly straight crushâ trope. Bc Alec has nothing better to do than obsess over Jace, a boy who is currently being rude to the waitress. Does Clare honestly not know how annoying rude boys are?
Isabelle and Simon show up. Apparently, even Isabelleâs perfume is evil:
Isabelleâs hair tickled [Claryâs] face, smelling of some kind of vanilla perfume. Clary fought the urge to sneeze. She hated vanilla perfume. Sheâd never understood why some girls felt the need to smell like dessert.
Havenât I mentioned? Clary is the best girl to ever girl. Isabelle canât even order right. Instead of getting something reasonable, like a large order of coconut pancakes (gross, Clary), âIsabelle fastidiously order[s] a fruit smoothieâ.
Jace goes off to flirt with the waitress. Clary is confused bc the waitress is a Downworlder and arenât they, like, totally evil? Isabelle and Alec assure her that the only kill the bad Downworlders. The rest they let live.
âLike letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes, Clary thought.â Uh, not really. The Downworlders arenât spiders. Theyâre just people, living their lives.
âSo theyâre good enough to let live, good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt withâbut not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.â Isabelle and Alec looked at her as if she were speaking Urdu. âDifferent from people,â said Alec finally.
This doesnât really seem like such a difficult question? Isabelle and Alec are just trying to cover up their bullshit.
âBetter than mundanes?â said Simon. âNo,â Isabelle said decidedly. âYou could turn a mundane into a Shadowhunter. But you could never turn a Downworlder into one of the Clave. They canât withstand the runes.â
So Shadowhunters judge others based on their ability to become Shadowhunters? Seems not at all racist. Iâm so glad we had this chat. Jace comes back and explains that thereâs just a shit-ton of hostility between Shadowhunters and Downworlders, so itâs not really racism.
Miracle of miracles, Isabelle reveals that Magnus Bane has invited the magical community of New York to his house for a party. God, I love parties.
Thereâs a whole day before the party, so Simon and Isabelle decide to go for a walk in Central Park. For some reason, this makes Clary feel a âmurderous rageâ. These emotions are seriously not healthy.
Back at the Institute, Clary goes exploring in the library and finds a photo of her mom and other Order of the Pheonix members-cum-Deatheaters Shadowhunters. Evil Giles shows up and points out Valentine, Luke, the Lightwoods, Jaceâs mom, and himself in the picture. Clary mentions that Jace doesnât look anything like his father. What could this possibly mean?
Honestly, the concept of a book about the children of villains isnât terrible. It really just the complete ripping-off of Harry Potter that annoys me.
Oh, God. Clary gets back to her room (armed with a sleeping potion from Hodge) to see Jace looking at her sketchbook. Iâm not even good at drawing, and my sketchbooks are still deeply personal. You canât just look in someoneâs sketchbook! Itâs like a diary! WTF, Jace!
In fact, Clary tells Jace that itâs  basically a diary and that he shouldnât look at it. This should be obvious.
Wait, Iâm laughing:
âYou could try not being charming all the time,â Clary said. âIt might be a relief for everyone.â
BITCH, WHERE???
Jace offers to tell Clary a bedtime story. Itâs the famous falcon story, the one that Clare used in her Harry Potter fanfiction. You know, where Jaceâs father gives him a falcon to train, and when Jace loves it, his father kills it. Proof that Jace is Draco.
Somehow, Clary makes the connection that this story is about Jace only as she falls asleep. Whatever.
Isabelle wakes up Clary. Again, a famous moment:
[Isabelle] looked like a moon goddess. Clary hated her.
Bitch, Isabelle is a moon goddess, and I love her.
Yes, we have a makeover scene!! My secret weakness. Iâm sorry, fellow patriarchy fighters. Makeover scenes are just so good.
Isabelle continues to be the coolest person in this book:
Her room looked as if a disco ball had exploded inside it. The walls were black and shimmered with swirls of sponged-on golden paint. Clothes were strewn everywhere: on chairs, spilling out of the closet and the tall wardrobe propped against one wall. Her vanity table, its mirror rimmed with spangled pink fur, was covered in glitter, sequins, and pots of blush and powder.
I want this room!
Clary gets a slinky black dress, fishnets, and boots. I want this outfit, too. When Isabelle does Claryâs makeup, Clary asks if Alec is gay. For some reason, this causes an intense shock in Isabelle:
Isabelleâs wrist jerked. The eyeliner skidded, inking a long line of black from the corner of Claryâs eye to her hairline. âOh, hell,â Isabelle said, putting the pen down. âItâs all right,â Clary began, putting her hand up to her eye. âNo, it isnât.â Isabelle sounded near tears as she scrabbled around among the piles of junk on top of the vanity . . . She sat down on the edge of the bed, ankle bracelets jingling, and looked at Clary through her hair. âHow did you guess?â she said finally. âIââ âYou absolutely canât tell anyone,â said Isabelle. âNot even  Jace?â âEspecially not Jace!â âAll right.â Clary heard the stiffness in her own voice. âI guess I didnât realize it was such a  big deal.â âIt would be to my parents,â said Isabelle quietly. âThey would disown him and throw him out of the Claveââ âWhat, you canât be gay and a Shadowhunter?â âThereâs no official rule about it, But people donât like it. I mean, less with people our ageâI think,â she added, uncertainly, and Clary remembered how few other people her age Isabelle had ever really met. âBut the older generation, no. If it happens, you donât talk about it.â
Okay. So. Iâm trying to judge this for when it was written. But, like. Is the homophobia necessary? Itâs kind of like the ridiculous sexism in ACOTA/R. Itâs a choice the author is making, for, like, no good reason. This is a case of a straight author needlessly torturing her gay character. But since this was published in 2007, I feel like this has been talked out, so letâs move on.
IT TURNS OUT THAT ISABELLEâS ANKLETS ARE WEAPONS. I LOVE HER. WE ARE GETTING MARRIED. WEDDING INVITATIONS TO FOLLOW.
Ugh, Simon short-circuits bc Clary is wearing a short skirt. Please calm down, sweetie. Youâre embarrassing me. Wait, what is even going on here? Jace gives Clary a dagger, and, uh, this happens:
âI could give you a thigh sheath to put that in,â Isabelle offered. âIâve got tons.â âABSOLUTELY NOT,â said Simon.
Iâm actually laughing. Lol for real. What does this even mean? Is a thigh sheath too sexy or something? Simon, can you chill for .2 seconds? This isnât your body. Letâs all take deep breaths.
Clary puts the dagger in the outside pocket of her backpack because thereâs no way having to unzip a backpack to get to the dagger could bit her in the ass during a fight. Then Jace reaches over and undoes her hair bc, uh, shipping moment.
Iâm so grossed out by the fact that in a short while, they will think theyâre siblings.
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Scribble-Doodle: Letâs Nuke Edom!
What if Magnus told Alec no in 220? What if Alec and Izzy had to seal the rift without his help? How would they do it?
âWhat do you mean he said no?â Izzy asks in disbelief.
Alec leans against the computer table. âExactly that, Magnus said no.â
She stares at him for a moment. âDid you tell him about the Seelie Queenâs betrayal? That she joined forces with Valentine?â
Alec sighs. âHe already knew.â
âDid you tell him about the demons? About the rifts?â Izzyâs voice is full emotions and rising slightly.
âHe already knew, Iz,â Alec replies quietly.
Izzy takes a step closer. âDid you tell him--â
Alec lifts a hand to cut her off. âIzzy! He slammed the door in my face before I could say anything more. Magnus is not coming. He wonât help us close the rift. Accept that. Move on. Weâll have to deal with it on our own.â
Throwing her hands up, Izzy exclaims, âHow? Rune magic isnât strong enough to close a rift of this size, you know that.â
âYes, I know!â Alec snaps, finally losing his patience. âI know that, you donât have to remind me. Weâll just have to think of something.â
Gritting her teeth, Izzy leans against the table, too. âAlright, alright,â she mutters, taking a deep breath and letting it out again. âThe shieldâs up, so we canât get in reinforcements. The warlocks wonât help us, so weâre on our own. What do we have that we can use?â
After a lengthy pause, Alec says, thinking out loud, âDemons react badly to pure adamas, right?âÂ
âYes,â Izzy nods. âBut the only piece of raw adamas that we have is the stone you used to track down Jace. And you could barely smash a fly with that one. We have our weapons, of course, those are made of adamas, too, but I very much doubt that dumping them into the rift would help.â
Alec freezes as his mind stumbles across an idea so insane⊠that it might actually work. âIzzyâŠâ
âI was joking, Alec!â she protests, rolling her eyes.
Straightening up, Alec points at her. âNo, no, you were actually onto something there. Since we canât use warlock magic that would close the rift from our side, we need something that would close it from the other side, from Edom. We need something so powerful that, when dropped into the hole, the following explosion would collapse the rift.â
She straightens up, too. âAnd do we have something like that?â
With a pointed look, Alec waves his hand, index finger still outstretched, around.
Izzyâs eyes widen. âYou canât be serious.â
Alec tilts his head and raises his eyebrows challengingly.
âYou want to drop the angelic power core down the rift?â she asks in utter disbelief.
âIt will certainly do the job,â Alec replies.
âYeah,â Izzy drawls sarcastically, âand take out half the city with it! Itâs the angelic core, Alec. It has the power of a small nuclear weapon!â
He nods. âAnd thatâs exactly what we need to close the rift.â
She shakes her head. âYou canât be serious.â
âI am. Perfectly.â
Izzy closes her eyes, still shaking her head. Then she says, âEven if we decided to do this - and thatâs a big if! - how would you want to set it off? With a remote detonator? I very much doubt it would cover the distance to another realm! With a timer? We donât know how deep the rift is. It could fall for a whole minute and still not drop deep enough to seal it when it explodes!â
âThat wonât be a problem,â Alec says with not a hint of doubt in his voice, âthe core wonât explode till it reaches Edom. Itâs made of blessed adamas. Itâll simply burn through anything less substantial than the demon realm itself. But once it gets there, itâll be like lighting a match in a room full of gas.â
âRight. So, if that wonât be the problem, what will?â Izzy asks, her voice full of sarcasm again.
âWeâll have to make sure that it actually reaches its destination,â Alec explains. âBecause demons are dumb creatures but theyâre not that dumb. Theyâll soon realize what weâre up to and theyâll try to stop us at any cost.â
Izzy raises her eyebrows. âLike how? Carry it out of the rift? You said it yourself, the moment they touch it, theyâll disintegrate!â she points out.
Alec raises his eyebrows, too. âYou think theyâll care? Driven into the frenzy by their masters, theyâll die by the dozens to stop us, if need be. Because once that core explodes, it wonât just seal the rift, it might take out a part of Edom, too, for all we know. It does have the power of a small nuke, after all.â
Izzy rubs her forehead. âRaziel, I canât believe weâre even contemplating doing this!â
Alec throws his hands up. âIf you have a better idea, Iâm all ears.â
âAlec,â she says, looking up at him, âif we disengage the core, weâll lose the wards, all the protections here, at the Institute, everything! If we do this and we fail, we might lose the whole city!â
âAnd if we donât seal the rift, we will lose the city. Thereâs simply not enough of us to kill all the demons pouring out of the rift and without the warlocksâs help, we canât close it. If we donât do something, we will fail for sure,â he replies.
They stare at each other for a long moment, then Izzy mutters in resignation, âWhat the hell. Letâs nuke Edom!â
Everyoneâs there, on the beach, every single Shadowhunter whoâs able to lift a weapon, from the common foot soldier to computer geeks, armed to the teeth. And in their midst, the angelic core, strapped to a stretcher.
Several yards away, the rift into Edom yawns, spitting out howling demons and emanating an eerie red glow. It looks like the gates of hell.Â
âAlright,â Alec calls out. âHalf of you archers stays with me, the rest goes with Izzy. Weâll make sure the coreâs delivered to where itâs supposed to go. Youâll cover our backs. Once the creatures figure out what weâre up to, theyâll try to stop us. You need to give us enough time to do our job. The rift needs to be closed or weâre all dead. Is that understood?â
They all nod grimly, determination, apprehension and downright fear are written all over their faces. But theyâll do their job. Or die trying.
Izzy looks up at her brother, then she lifts herself up on her tiptoes and kisses him on the cheek. âBe careful, big brother,â she whispers in his ear.
He hugs her quickly around the shoulders and whispers back, âYou too!â
Then they separate and with one last nod, they head out to fulfill their duty.
The moment the angelic coreâs dropped into the rift, falling down and down and down the hole, resembling a bright white-blue star headed for the gaping reddish mouth of Edom, it seems as if they kicked the hornetâs nest. Demons start crawling and flying and slithering up the rift, trying to catch the shining spec of blessed power, but it keeps dropping and dropping, burning through limbs and wings and even bodies, still aiming for Edom.
And the archers at the lip of the hole keep firing runed arrows down at the larger demons that could, maybe, with a lot of determination, slow down their angelic bomb. They keep firing and killing everything that tries to crawl out of the hole in a desperate attempt to save itself, too, not letting anything get past. And on the beach, Izzyâs soldiers fight the beasts rushing in from the city to try and stop themâŠ
Then, the angelic core explodes and a wave of white-blue energy shoots up the rift, burning all the demons in its way and pouring out of the hole and across the beach, too, balling over the Shadowhunters fighting there and turning the demons into dust before petering out and dissipating altogether, while the rift itself implodes with a silent, barely audible pop.
When itâs all over and the demons are gone and the rift is sealed, Izzy picks herself up, spitting out sand and wiping away blood from her eyes. Her first thought is for her brother, who was right there, at the edge of the rift when it collapsed on itself.
âAlec!â she screams, turning around and around, trying to find him.
But thereâs nothing there, not even a slight indentation in the sand where the rift used to be. The gate to Edomâs gone - and everyone who was in the vicinity of it when it went disappeared together with it.
âAlec!â Izzy screams again, tears flooding her burning eyes.
But no one answers, the beach is eerily quiet, all of the people around her, her soldiers, seem dazed, but her brotherâs not among them, her brotherâs nowhere to be seen.
âAlec!â
Alecâs lying on a dust covered pavement, blanketed by darkness pierced with dim red glow. He can barely see in the gloom but he doesnât need to. He has a terrible suspicion he knows where he is.
He hurts. He hurts so much. He doesnât want to move because every twitch sends agony flaring through his body. He remembers standing at the edge of the rift, shooting arrows down the hole, picking off demons trying to escape. And then⊠then the angelic core exploded and its energy shot upwards and out, before reversing its course and pulling everything back in - and everyone. Him included.
Alec fell. He fell through the rift before it closed. Raziel, he thinks, staring up at the swirling, bruised looking sky, at the boiling, red-streaked clouds. RazielâŠ
Thereâs a sound, a scuttering sound, first to one side, then the other. All around him. A whisper of a growl, chittering.
For a second, Alec freezes, then slowly, biting his lip to stop himself from crying out in agony, he pulls out his Seraph Blade and as its runes flare up white-blue, more brightly than ever before in reaction to the strong demonic presence, he can see that heâs in the courtyard of a palace - or what used to be one. Now itâs just a smoking ruin, demolished by the angelic coreâs explosion.
âMy, my,â echoes an amused voice from the deep red shadows. âLilith will be most displeased. She really liked her fortress. After centuries, it was finally tailored to her needs. And now, all in shambles.â
Alec tries to roll over and despite all his efforts, a pained groaned escapes him as his broken bones grind against each other. Still, he manages to prop himself up and lift his blade - and in its light, he can see monstrous beasts crawling closer, led by a man with glowing eyes.
âWho are you?â Alec croaks out, his broken ribs preventing him from drawing in a deep breath of the noxious air.
Thereâs a chuckle and then the man steps closer. Heâs tall and stunning, elegantly dressed and poised. âMy nameâs Asmodeus and Iâm one of the Seven Princes of Hell. Welcome to Edom, Shadowhunter. Welcome to hell.â
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yes, it is i, your local mess. back with none other than my child ace zhu. as always iâm a mess with intros and iâm just ?? excited to have my lil bab back pls. his STATS page is there, and i have some PLOT ideas --- but otherwise, if you want to plot give me a lil heart ?? or hit me up on d*scord ( STAN PARKER#8932 ). MENTIONS OF FAMILY DEATH,  ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT, VICTIM BLAMING, AND ABUSE ( MENTAL, PHYSICAL ), UNDER THE CUT !!
PERSONALITY.
personality wise, as is one of the brightest kids you will ever meet. ever since birth ( or so his mother would say ), the boy has had a genuine grin on his lips. blessed with optimism and an idealistic view of the world, itâs honestly no wonder heâs earned himself the label of the quixotic.
ace has always had a romanticized idea of the world around him ( his parents were the most in love, his siblings gave him the best they could give, his school was the best one around, etc, there was always a naive optimistic view behind everything with him ).
itâs likely not shocking that he falls in love with anyone that will give him attention and or affection. although he lacks romantic experience, ( though there were romances here and there â plot idea(s), wink wonk ), heâs kind of ⊠obsessed with the idea of romance, the feeling of being in love, and all things surrounding the very concept of love.
the moST AFFECTIONATE PERSON EVER. need a hug ?? ace is there. donât need one ?? heâs still there. loves affection so much, whether giving or receiving; loves skinship and just ?? closeness. what a Nerd.
his heart is eight sizes too big for his body ?? heâs blatantly optimistic and idealistic about everything for the sake of everyone around him. heâs always worrying for others, always asking if theyâve eaten, if theyâre feeling okay, and just being altruistic above all?? he really just wants to be a positive source for anyone he can but it can just get  âŠannoying sometimes ( or so heâs been told ), so oftentimes he has to hold himself back.
he talks so much, about everything and anything. boy has like zero filter somtimes and it even frustrates him at times. he just gets nervous often, and his mouthâs first reaction is to just ramble on about pointless things. before you know it heâll tell you all about snail hibernation.
korean is a constant work in progress for him. he can speak and understand it almost fluently, but sometimes someone will speak and his brain just like ⊠stops functioning?? but as i said before, the kid talks and asks a lot of questions so if he doesnât understand what someone is saying heâll make you talk around it until youâre both on the same page
he is quite confident of the fact that he is both pan romantic & sexual.
small excited puppy that just wants love, honestly.
CHILDHOOD.
ace zhu was born in a small US town in upstate new york, in a town called new paltz. he also has two older siblings; thereâs a seven year gap between him and his older sister mei, and ten years between him and his brother, benjamin. ( aka benji ).
his chinese name is jieming but his english name is jason. he went by jace a lot growing up, but in middle school he dropped the j and began to prefer ace over jason and jace bc ?? one kid called him â the ace â when he was playing baseball and he was like ⊠oh ym god. ( a Nerd ).
i wonât lie, he had a rather comfortable childhood. his parents loved him as much as they loved each other, and although they were much older, his siblings loved him too. and there were never any money problems he was aware of ( being a rose colored glasses kid will do that, ig ). itâs also likely that he was bullied in elementary school, but such things used to go way over his head as a younger kid.
he has always wanted to be a dancer, and probably always will, ( Â there was that baseball dream there for awhile but he quickly learned in high school kids his size donât get scouted unless theyâre the best of the best, so that dream kinda blew away ). but it wasnât until he was 11 that he started taking lessons.
it wasnât until late spring when he was thirteen that things got complicated; his father was hospitalized after a severe stroke, a fact that he didnât know about right away â his mother claiming that she didnât want him worrying about something like that when everything would be okay. being the gullible boy he was, he believed it then.
but after a few weeks of his dad being in the hospital he knew something was up; his brother came home and stayed, began working odd jobs on top of the successful one he landed out of college, and helped way more than he ever did when he lived with them. when ace finally asked him about his reason for being home, benji told him everything.
his father wasnât in good shape, and his mother was barely holding onto the hope that everything would be okay. there were financial problems that she couldnât take care of, and benji decided to step in himself. this broke thirteen year old aceâs heart, of course. all he wanted to do from then on was help his family.
so he prompted himself to that summer. any job that would hire a thirteen year old, he was after. dropped his dance classes, started dog walking, babysitting, house sitting, lawn mowing, you name it. it wasnât much, but he wanted to help.
his father also passed away that summer, a few weeks before ace started high school. he quit baseball shortly after, as the sport was something they shared and he didnât think he was good enough to go further with it anyways.
he was a sophomore in high school when he was scouted by a south korean entertainment company for the first time. shortly after seeing his potential of talent with dance, they talked him into the idea of becoming an idol in korea, which prompted him to want to audition.
it took convincing his mom for weeks, but she finally said okay after benji had told her it was a once in a lifetime opportunity
so off to seoul he went at age fifteen !! to be a trainee !! fr nearly 3 years !!
TRAINEE DAYS ( first time around )
although he had no prior korean, and he pushed himself hard to learn the new language, he oftentimes found himself sticking around the other english-speaking trainees. at least when he first came to korea.
after about a year or so, he managed to stick out like a sore thumb to some senior of his. and theyâd soon taken him under their wing in a way. he was propped up above a bunch of other trainees in his group because this one higher up favored him; given spotlight dances, suggested to directors and managers because they had connections, all because they wanted to see ace happy. or so it seemed. it didnât make him too many friends.
and although it was a bit lonely, he still had people that he called friends, and a senior that adored him, right ? it was no wonder ace had started to admire with this senior of his above most people he knew at the time.
ooooh boy, bad idea.
one of their encounters had gone a way ace had never expected â or wanted. they were kissing him and touching him in a way he had never wanted. not any off it. he somehow got himself out, explicitly saying just how much the encounter was notwanted, and ran away.
the next day at practice wasnât a nice one.
or the next day after that
this senior seemed to be after only one thing with ace; and after such advances were denied by the dancer, they became harsher and harsher on ace by the day. no more spotlight dances, and the beginnings of mentions of him being worthless and wasting his time because he didnât have any real talent. and ace, being impressionable at the time, and extremely homesick, believed them.
then they began to hit him. just once or twice a day over stupid things, but it became gradual over a few weeks. heâd come to practice with markings  he couldnât explain; or didnât want too, because he was still in the belief that this senior was a good person, and it was somehow his fault.
he ended up quitting shortly after that ( not soon enough ), with the urging of a friend that had witnessed said abuse ace was enduring, and maybe noticed a change in his demeanor. ( he was more sad than he had ever been and it showed â even more so than he allowed when his father passed on ) â plot idea ?
after he quit, when he was barely eighteen there was a LONG search for somewhere to live. he couldnât afford a place of his own and no one wanted a kid who couldnât afford rent for a few months to be their roommate; until he came across jeaki. the two have been living together ever since.
although being a trainee didnât work out the way he had hoped, and he was internally more sad than he had ever been during his last months of being one, heâs never let go of his kind and benevolent nature. one thing he promised himself when he came to korea was that he wouldnât change. and for the most part, he hasnât.
he still hasnât exactly come to terms with the abuse he endured. because he feels so many others have had it worse, and he was lucky that he had gotten out of that situation. he doesnât want to confront how itâs scarred him, because it undoubtedly has.
RECENTLY
after about a year and a half of working as a dance instructor ( teaching mostly kids and elderly ), he has fallen back into trainee life by chance thanks to the parents of one of his students. while it was a really hard decision to make, to go back into everything or not, heâs decided he wants to go after his dream.
though the company heâs apart of now is on a much smaller scale than the first. ( think fantagio, maybe even smaller than that ), and he believes itâs a better fit this time around even though heâs working just as hard as he was before, if not harder.
overworks himself ? falls asleep in the studio more than he does in his own bed. he just needs a nap and some food, and to take out his contacts before he goes blind from sleeping in them.
#seoulintro#â.ă.:*ă»â parkerâs wife speaking âă OUT OF CHARACTER. ă#i forgot how fucking long this was WOW
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MTG Weekly Tumblr Recap
Tibalt | Original art by @sedelerystickâ
Welcome to another edition! So many things to look at this week, including a look at the spoilers for Amonkhet, as well as Cats under Wraps, and some reactions to this weeks Magic Story, Trust. But letâs not put the Cartouche before the horse, and get started on the bounty that is this issue of the Magic the Gathering Weekly Tumblr Recap
1. To the Victor go the Spoilers
Cartouche Blend | Reconstructed by @hopelessly-vorthosian, Original MtG art by Kieran Yanner
This week, we got glimpses of Amonkhetâs local deities, and theyâre posed to make waves. Like the gods of Theros, these gods require you to meet a certain condition before they can fight for you. It seems that all 5 will have different conditions, which will interact with their activated abilities. Hazoret feels right at home with Madness cards from Shadows Over Innistrad, and Amonkhetâs own âDiscard mattersâ theme.  Kefnet strikes me as a shoo-in for a control build. not only does it give you an end-of-turn mana sink, but late game, only costs 3 if you miss your land drop. Expect to see these on game day, I think!
Recently, we saw the Planeswalker deck cards, sans text, but now here they are, in their untouched, uncensored, lean, mean ab-flexinâ glory! Gideon, Martial Paragon is lackluster, feeling like a toned-down version of his Battle For Zendikar printing, which has been a mainstay in Standard since he was printed. Liliana, on the other hand, is EDH ready, just begging to be slotted into an Atraxa deck. Her +2 can make short work of smaller creatures, or gun down larger threats every other turn, much to the ire of Voltron players. Her ultimate is nothing to scoff at, especially in a multiplayer game where sheâs spent several turns putting creatures underground.Â
Liliana, Deathâs Majesty looks amazing to me, being able to wipe the board 3 turns after she comes down, all while protecting herself in the meantime. Alternatively, she has a home in battlecruiser decks, promising to raise the two titans left in standard, or any of the Gearhulks from Kaladesh. Gideon of the Trials also has the goods to shake up standard, being a three mana Platinum Angel that can protect itself. The great thing is, the emblem even works with any other Gideon, including his Battle for Zendikar printing, or Martial Paragon. Expect to see this, alongside his Oath at an LGS near you!
These two creatures are posed to be my favorite in the set. Scribe of the Mindful seems lackluster at first glance, but serves as a potent threat. With it, and Keftnet in play, your opponent is forced into a dilemma. Either walk right into an answer, such as a Fatal Push with revolt on, or give you the free card draw. With so many uses, I look forward to playing with the Scribe. Soul-Scar Mage fills me with an incredible urge to build UR Prowess again. It was an archetype I enjoyed deeply during EMN standard, but lost its chutzpa for me with the release of Kaladesh, and more importantly, the loss of Elusive Spellfist. Soul-Scar mage could be the aggressive, field-controlling presence the archetype needs to return!
-- Nick @nick-dowdle-jeskai-judicatorâ
2. This  Weekâs Magic Story Review
Trust, by James Wyatt
Untitled | Original MtG art by Tyler Jacobesen
When writing a recap for the Magic Story, I think itâs important to consider beforehand what you want to focus on and what to leave out. For example, are we writing this for those who have read the story or for those who havenât? The answer, of course, is both. You should cover the essential aspects of what happened so that those who havenât read it can catch up and understand, but at the same time additional thoughts should be added, or those who have read it will find this to be nothing other than a boring summary. So, with this in mind, letâs get right to it!
This weekâs Magic Story, Trust, follows the Gatewatch as they arrive in Naktamun, and their first experiences there. Thanks to Jaceâs sublime improv abilities (and despite Chandraâs vocal ignorance regarding the customs of Naktamun), the group is able to lie its way into convincing Vizier Temmet that theyâre returning from a mission for Bolas, and secure a place to stay as base for its operations. There are two main takeaways I would like to underline from this story. Firstly, we see a warrior taken away by viziers of Bontu as consequence for declaring  âThe trials are a lie! The gods lie! The hours are a lie! Free yourselves!â and âThe return will bring only devastation and ruin!â This is interesting: this woman somehow found out the truth, or at least part of it, hiding behind the trials of Amonkhet. This begs a few questions: how did she find out? Have other Amonkhetians discovered the truth over the years? And does she know something that we, as an audience, do not? Sooner or later, we will hopefully find out.
Renewed Faith | Original art by Wesley Burt
Now, onto the second major issue: Gideon. Ohh boy. As I mentioned in last weekâs installment, Gideonâs admiration of the gods (stemming from his backstory) can and will cause friction between him and the rest of the Gatewatch. The feeling of utter devotion that Oketra instills in him in this story is powerful and difficult to explain (props to James Wyatt for conveying it so effectively), and has resonated with many who have felt a similar religious abandonment in their life: take @talinthasâ post on this, for example\. As a non-believer, I have a hard time relating to this feeling, but I do not underestimate its power. And it is clear that Gideon is torn between the Gatewatchâs mission and his feelings towards Oketra. All you have to do to see that is read these two passages: Firstly:
"Do you hear her?" Chandra said. "She's a freedom fighter!"
"We're not on Kaladesh anymore," Gideon said gently.â
and secondly,
"And what if your precious cat-god is the one lying?" "She's not." "So much for asking questions. Seems you already know the truth." "I don't know about the woman, or the trials, or the hours. But there is no deception in Oketra.â
There is no doubt, in Gideonâs mind, that Oketra is on the right side of the things. The godsâ true nature and intentions are still a mystery, both to the Gatewatch and to us, but the fact that they are the supreme authority on Bolasâs plane should make us suspicious, at the very least. Next week we will hopefully resume from the cliffhanger of Gideon meeting Oketra alone and see how exactly this will unfold.
As Cruel Reality shows us, Gideon will eventually have to face the true face of Naktamun. But what will happen between now and then? And how will this affect his relation with the divine? I look forward to finding out alongside you all.
--- Diego, @magus-of-the-color-pie
3. Just Cos...play
Nicol Bolas Armor | @dominian-dracologistâ After some exciting progress reports, itâs finally ready!
Akroma | @jdcosplay
--- Compiled by Liam, @coincidencetheoriesâ
4. Shot through the Fan-Art
All Long, Evil Villains Have Equally Long, Evil Cats | Original art by @frigidloki
Spoiler season descended upon us like angry Jackal God, and as the new art is unveiled, new inspiration sparks within Magic Tumblrâs best and brightest. @diorevoredo is enamored with the concept of cat mummies, while @misteryada celebrated the opening of a fresh pack of chalk with a six foot announcement board drawing of our beloved Goddess, Oketra. Speaking of the Gods @theblogeternities imagined a world where Elspeth, spurred by the devotion of those who share her story, ascends to Theroan Godhood. Also, see the same userâs melding of the Amonkhet and Theroan Pantheonâs key art If youâre less for the gods, and more for the monsters, @steveraffleâ has immortalized the Eldrazi Titans in Stained Glass --- Liam, @coincidencetheories
5. Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision| Original Art by Danny Orizio
This week, weâre looking to highlight some YouTube videos!
Commander Clash - MTGGoldfish:  A third series begins with a brand new cast member, Twitchâs Mrs Mulligan, Jennifer Long! Deck Tech #1 - Board State: Recap contributor @delver-of-seacrestâ is starting a YouTube channel, Board State, and in this premiere video, heâs going through the Temur variant of the Modern Delver. Is it worth it: Mind vs Might - Tolarian Community College: The Prof takes a look at Magicâs most out-of-itâs-time duel deck release in recent memory, and asks if it is indeed worth the MSRP. and what else might be of relevance... oh yes Amonkhet Trailer (English) - Wizards of the Coast: Iâll just leave this here. --- Liam, @coincidencetheories
...and finally: Magic: the Travelling Binder project
It started with an idea by @zoe-of-the-veil, to send someone a magic card for them to receive, enjoy, love and then autograph and pass along to another magic player, with new cards being added once a card is full of signatures, hopefully building to an amazing collection winging itâs way around the world. Adapting and developing the idea, @commandtower-solring-go is preparing to host the Magic Binder of Travelling Cards, hoping to turn the tables on Wizards, and instead of sending cards to WotC for them to sign, participants would chose a pet card, sign it themselves and send it to @commandtower-solring-go. The cards would then be collated and arranged in a binder, to be sent to Head Office in Renton, as a gesture of appreciation for the game we all love. We understand that this is still going head, so check out the post for more!
Thank you again for reading this weekâs issue of the MTG Weekly Tumblr Recap. Hope to see you next week!
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hello my loves !! iâm lizzy ( 18, she/her, est ), alliâs messy co-admin and local china line enthusiast. right here is my lil bab ace !!  iâve been playing him for quite some time now, but iâm always in the mood for developing him even further !! if youâd like to give him a chance and plot, give this a like or feel free to hit me up on dis*ord @ #8932 !!
MENTIONS OF FAMILY DEATH,  ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT, VICTIM BLAMING, AND ABUSE ( MENTAL, PHYSICAL ), UNDER THE CUT !!Â
PERSONALITY.
personality wise, as is one of the brightest kids you will ever meet. ever since birth ( or so his mother would say ), the boy has had a genuine grin on his lips. blessed with optimism and an idealistic view of the world, itâs honestly no wonder heâs earned himself the label of the quixotic.
ace has always had a romanticized idea of the world around him ( his parents were the most in love, his siblings gave him the best they could give, his school was the best one around, etc, there was always a naive optimistic view behind everything with him ).
itâs likely not shocking that he falls in love with anyone that will give him attention and or affection. although he lacks romantic experience, ( though there were romances here and there --- plot idea(s), wink wonk ), heâs kind of ... obsessed with the idea of romance, the feeling of being in love, and all things surrounding the very concept of love.
the moST AFFECTIONATE PERSON EVER. need a hug ?? ace is there. donât need one ?? heâs still there. loves affection so much, whether giving or receiving; loves skinship and just ?? closeness. what a Nerd.
his heart is eight sizes too big for his body ?? heâs blatantly optimistic and idealistic about everything for the sake of everyone around him. heâs always worrying for others, always asking if theyâve eaten, if theyâre feeling okay, and just being altruistic above all ?? he really just wants to be a positive source for anyone he can but it can just get  ... annoying sometimes ( or so heâs been told ), so oftentimes he has to hold himself back.
he talks so much, about everything and anything. boy has like zero filter somtimes and it even frustrates him at times. he just gets nervous often, and his mouthâs first reaction is to just ramble on about pointless things. before you know it heâll tell you all about snail hibernation.
korean is a constant work in progress for him. he can speak and understand it almost fluently, but sometimes someone will speak and his brain just like ⊠stops functioning ?? but as i said before, the kid talks and asks a lot of questions so if he doesnât understand what someone is saying heâll make you talk around it until youâre both on the same page
although he lacks actual sexual experience ( not that he lacks the desire, but bub is still a virgin ), he is quite confident of the fact that he is both pan romantic & sexual.
small excited puppy that just wants love, honestly.
CHILDHOOD.
ace zhu was born in a small US town in upstate new york, in a town called new paltz. he also has two older siblings; thereâs a seven year gap between him and his older sister mei, and ten years between him and his brother, benjamin. ( aka benji ).
his chinese name is jieming but his english name is jason. he went by jace a lot growing up, but in middle school he dropped the j and began to prefer ace over jason and jace bc ?? one kid called him â the ace â when he was playing baseball and he was like ⊠oh ym god. ( a Nerd ).
i wonât lie, he had a rather comfortable childhood. his parents loved him as much as they loved each other, and although they were much older, his siblings loved him too. and there were never any money problems he was aware of ( being a rose colored glasses kid will do that, ig ). itâs also likely that he was bullied in elementary school, but such things used to go way over his head as a younger kid.
he has always wanted to be a dancer, and probably always will, ( there was that baseball dream there for awhile but he quickly learned in high school kids his size donât get scouted unless theyâre the best of the best, so that dream kinda blew away ). but it wasnât until he was 11 that he started taking lessons.
it wasnât until late spring when he was thirteen that things got complicated; his father was hospitalized after a severe stroke, a fact that he didnât know about right away --- his mother claiming that she didnât want him worrying about something like that when everything would be okay. being the gullible boy he was, he believed it then.
but after a few weeks of his dad being in the hospital he knew something was up; his brother came home and stayed, began working odd jobs on top of the successful one he landed out of college, and helped way more than he ever did when he lived with them. when ace finally asked him about his reason for being home, benji told him everything.
his father wasnât in good shape, and his mother was barely holding onto the hope that everything would be okay. there were financial problems that she couldnât take care of, and benji decided to step in himself. this broke thirteen year old aceâs heart, of course. all he wanted to do from then on was help his family.
so he prompted himself to that summer. any job that would hire a thirteen year old, he was after. dropped his dance classes, started dog walking, babysitting, house sitting, lawn mowing, you name it. it wasnât much, but he wanted to help.
his father also passed away that summer, a few weeks before ace started high school. he quit baseball shortly after, as the sport was something they shared and he didnât think he was good enough to go further with it anyways.
he was a sophomore in high school when he was scouted by a south korean entertainment company for the first time. shortly after seeing his potential of talent with dance, they talked him into the idea of becoming an idol in korea.
it took convincing his mom for weeks, but she finally said okay after benji had told her it was a once in a lifetime opportunity
so off to seoul he went at age fifteen !! to be a trainee !! fpr nearly 3 years !!
TRAINEE DAYS
although he had no prior korean, and he pushed himself hard to learn the new language, he oftentimes found himself sticking around the other english-speaking trainees. at least when he first came to korea.
after about a year or so, he managed to stick out like a sore thumb to some senior of his. and theyâd soon taken him under their wing in a way. he was propped up above a bunch of other trainees in his group because this one higher up favored him; given spotlight dances, suggested to directors and managers because they had connections, all because they wanted to see ace happy. or so it seemed. it didnât make him too many friends.
and although it was a bit lonely, he still had people that he called friends, and a senior that adored him, right ? it was no wonder ace had started to admire with this senior of his above most people he knew at the time.
ooooh boy, bad idea.
one of their encounters had gone a way ace had never expected --- or wanted. they were kissing him and touching him in a way he had never wanted. not any off it. he somehow got himself out, explicitly saying just how much the encounter was not wanted, and ran away.
the next day at practice wasnât a nice one.
or the next day after that
this senior seemed to be after only one thing with ace; and after such advances were denied by the dancer, they became harsher and harsher on ace by the day. no more spotlight dances, and the beginnings of mentions of him being worthless and wasting his time because he didnât have any real talent. and ace, being impressionable at the time, and extremely homesick, believed them.
then they began to hit him. just once or twice a day over stupid things, but it became gradual over a few weeks. heâd come to practice with markings  he couldnât explain; or didnât want too, because he was still in the belief that this senior was a good person, and it was somehow his fault.
he ended up quitting shortly after that ( not soon enough ), with the urging of a friend that had witnessed said abuse ace was enduring, and maybe noticed a change in his demeanor. ( he was more sad than he had ever been and it showed --- even more so than he allowed when his father passed on ) --- plot idea ?
after he quit, there was a LONG search for somewhere to live. he couldnât afford a place of his own and no one wanted a kid who couldnât afford rent for a few months to be their roommate; until he came across jeaki. the two have been living together ever since.
RECENTLY.
although being a trainee didnât work out the way he had hoped, and he was internally more sad than he had ever been during his last months of being one, heâs never let go of his kind and benevolent nature. one thing he promised himself when he came to korea was that he wouldnât change. and for the most part, he hasnât.
he still hasnât exactly come to terms with the abuse he endured. because he feels so many others have had it worse, and he was lucky that he had gotten out of that situation. he doesnât want to confront how itâs scarred him, because it undoubtedly has.
since living in his shared apartment with jeaki, heâs picked up a job as a dance instructor. although his dream of being an idol came to an abrupt end, dancing is still something that makes him so so so so happy.
heâs a v generous teacher who will teach just about anyone, no matter age or gender or what have you. rly likes helping kids who are interested in dance, bc he remembers being that age and just wanting someone to help and encourage him with dancing.
overworks himself ? falls asleep in the studio more than he does in his own bed. he just needs a nap and some food, and to take out his contacts before he goes blind from sleeping in them.
JUST came back from an abrupt trip to america. heâd only gone back a spare number of times during his time in korea, because money was tight on both ends and he wasnât going to burden his mom further by asking to come home every other month bc he missed his mommy. ( god, he wanted to tho ).Â
his older brother was the one that bought him the ticket and urged him to come home, telling him it was serious and not to worry about the money or anything
his mom had just been talking abt how much she missed him and his brother decided to take action ??
as CUTE as it was, boy had a panic attack while packing his bags, thinking that his mother was in danger or something djksd.
thatâs p much it ?? thIS IS SO LONG IF YOUâRE STILL READING IâM SORRY AND I LOVE YOU
#am i gonna use eunwoo as my ooc mascot ? u betcha .#( â ââ i need a cha cha beat boi  â ă OOC. ă#THIS IS SO GDAMN LONG IM#seoulintro
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