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archangel 2.0 (game master cinematic universe, part 8) | read on ao3
“Absolutely not,” Siobhan said when she rounded the corner to see Sam’s evil doppelganger coming the opposite way down the corridor. “Whatever plans you’re cooking up, I’m not in the mood for them today.”
Other Sam just shrugged at her. “No plans. Perfectly innocent, that’s me.”
“Like hell,” Siobhan replied. “You’ve already fucked with me once, I’m not believing that for a second. Why are you even here, anyway? I know for a fact you shouldn’t be filming today.”
“You people commandeered my home, not the other way around,” Other Sam said with clearly forced patience.
Siobhan just hummed in response, noncommittal and suspicious, and Other Sam tilted his head to examine her closely, then straightened, pleased with what he saw.
“You never really liked me, did you, Siobhan?” he asked, a faint smile of satisfaction playing about his lips. “You always had a feeling that something was off. You know, it's funny what the subconscious remembers, even when it didn't really happen.”
“God,” Siobhan bit out with an impatient roll of her eyes. “Fuck. Yes. I know you wiped my memory, well done you, you can stop fucking gloating about it.”
“Aw, you think I'm talking about that? Oh, no. You've seen me before. Trusted me, even.” 
Other Sam smiled, and when he spoke next, his voice was different. “Enough to vote for me, as it happens.”
“What the fuck?” Siobhan asked, genuinely bewildered, because that voice was eerily familiar. Though it hadn't crossed her mind in nearly 20 years, it used to be everywhere, back in her uni days. Political advertisements, news briefings, Question Time; you could barely turn on the TV without hearing it.
“Oh, good,” Other Sam said instead of answering, back to his usual accent and clearly pleased with himself. “I was worried I mightn't have kept the voice.”
“But that was—” Siobhan began, and faltered. It was English, for a start, pitch perfect in a way that didn't feel like a put-on accent. The range, the register, the cadence—they were all slightly different from Sam's, but somehow just as natural. Firm and authoritative, but in a friendly way. The voice of a politician you would be happy to vote for. The voice of a politician she had voted for, in fact, seventeen years ago. 
“That was Harold Saxon,” she said in disbelief. “You can't—no. Do you mimic voices, or—”
“Oh, no,” Other Sam replied cheerfully. “That was me. He was me.”
Siobhan just looked at him flatly. “You can't expect me to believe that.”
“Believe me or not, it's true,” he said. “It's a fun little thing called regeneration.”
Siobhan's eyes narrowed. “And what's that?”
Other Sam mustn't have been expecting her to call him on that, or had revealed more than he planned to, because to Siobhan's private delight, he looked suddenly uncomfortable. He folded his arms, closing himself off—but even so, was unable to fully hide his unease, fingers tapping out a restless tic on his upper arm. 
“Quirk of Time Lord biology,” he answered shortly. 
“You're not getting away with a half-arsed answer like that,” she snapped back. “What does it mean?”
He paused, weighing his words carefully, even as the jitters in his fingers betrayed him. “We don't die,” he said slowly. “Or, we do, but… it's not permanent death. We change.”
“Change what?”
Another pause, another careful consideration of how much to reveal; silence, except for that faint, almost imperceptible tapping.
“Everything,” he replied eventually. “Face, body, even the way we think, to an extent. Every single cell, overwritten.”
“Bullshit,” Siobhan breathed. But—it was just something to say. Deep in her heart, she believed him. 
Other Sam just shook his head. “I was Harold Saxon,” he said—not an insistence, but a fact, solid as stone. “You knew me, Siobhan. The whole world did.”
It was too much to be true, but it couldn't be a lie. She felt the disquiet building in the pit of her stomach, felt her own knotted fingers start to fidget, drumming out a quiet rhythm.
“Why?” she asked. “Harold Saxon was PM for a couple of days, then had some kind of mental break and was never seen again. What did you have to gain from doing that?”
“That's only what happened the second time round,” he said softly. “The first time was much more interesting.”
Something didn't feel right. The world felt unstable, like at any minute, the wallpaper that was the backdrop to reality would start to sag and peel. But Other Sam had the answers, it seemed. And there was security in knowledge. 
“What do you mean?” Siobhan asked.
“You know what happened,” Other Sam said. “Even if it didn't happen, not really. But I can show you, if you want.”
“Please,” she breathed, and Sam's exact double met her eyes with all the gravity of a black hole. 
“Do you trust me, Siobhan?”
And the funny thing was, she did. Despite it all, despite everything she knew and everything he had done, she couldn't help but believe in him. Everything he said sounded rational, reliable, reassuring—a port in the storm. 
She nodded.
“Good.” He smiled, then, slow and broad, and she trusted that, too. “I'm glad, because this might be… uncomfortable.”
Other Sam pulled out his microphone from inside his jacket pocket and aimed it at her. It made a strange buzzing noise, the tip glowing bright, and suddenly she was bent double, clutching her head as pain a thousand times worse than any migraine she'd ever had splintered through her skull. 
It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and she couldn't escape the agonising clarity as memories she had previously believed to be whole and solid peeled apart into two mirrored pieces. 
On June 20th, 2007, Siobhan Thompson voted Saxon in the UK general election.
On June 23rd, 2007, Siobhan Thompson watched the TV in the university caf as Prime Minister Harold Saxon shot the US President dead, and the broadcast of an apparent “first contact” suddenly cut to a black screen.
On June 23rd, 2007, Siobhan Thompson watched the TV in the university caf as Prime Minister Harold Saxon shot the US President dead, then looked out upon his domain with satisfaction as the sky opened wide like a mouth, spilling out millions and millions of bladed metal spheres that laughed with the voices of children.
On December 31st, 2007, Siobhan Thompson spent the night partying with friends, ringing in the new year with hopes that 2008 would bring nothing but good things. 
On December 31st, 2007, Siobhan Thompson spent the night tossing and turning in a fitful sleep after another day slaving in the labour camps, producing resources for the Master’s war to come. Her days consisted of nothing but work and sleep, with barely a thought to spare about what the new year would bring, but if she had been pressed to name a hope—it would be for relief. In one form or another.
On June 24th, 2008, Siobhan Thompson thought about America. It held the promise of a bright future, maybe a career in her chosen field of archaeology, or maybe any number of exciting new opportunities. It would be scary, uprooting her entire life to move halfway around the world, but oh, it would be worth it. All she had to do was jump.
On June 24th, 2008, Siobhan Thompson thought one word, the one word that united the entire planet. It held the promise of a bright future, the revival of a god and the downfall of a devil, the world unfolding with possibilities outside the confines of the labour camps that were all she’d known for the past year. It was scary, placing her trust—her life—in nothing more than a story, but oh, it would be worth it. All she had to do was believe.
Both timelines were true. One had been reversed when the paradox that sustained it had been broken, but Siobhan couldn't deny that they both had happened. Impossibly, the parallel sets of memories were carved equally deep into her mind and body, the life she knew existing side by side with the ghosts of trauma.
In the present, she looked at Other Sam—the Master—with abject horror.
“You can’t have,” she whispered, eyes wide.
“But I did,” Other Sam replied cheerfully, and god, it was a mindfuck, aligning the atrocities of the year that never was with the familiar face of a friend she’d known for years. The deaths, the labour camps, the slavery, the shipyards, the radiation pits; all to feed a war that would reach across the stars, and all masterminded by the man who now stood in front of her as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“And now you’re here,” Siobhan hissed. “From fucking… god-emperor of the Earth to just working at Dropout, huh?”
“Oh, all of that was the old me,” Other Sam said innocently. “I’ve changed. In more ways than one,” he added, with that little peering-at-his-hands gesture that Siobhan recognised from the Deja Vu recording. 
She scoffed. “And I’m supposed to just trust that?”
“You did a minute ago,” Other Sam replied with a faint smile.
Her heart sank. She had. She undeniably had. She’d let him fuck with her brain without even questioning it, because when he asked, she’d trusted him implicitly, even when mere moments before she was questioning him with all the suspicion she could muster.
Which meant, worst of all, that that feeling of trust hadn’t come from her.
“How did you—?”
“The Archangel network,” Other Sam said, not even bothering to hide his smugness. “Remember that?”
Of course she did. It was the best carrier, back in the day, before it went offline—shortly after Harold Saxon was removed as Prime Minister, as a matter of fact. She’d used it. Everyone had used it.
“Good, wasn’t it?” he continued. “A low-level psychic field, moving your thoughts to exactly where I wanted them. And even though the satellites were taken down, that was still nearly eighteen months of conditioning.”
“Fuck you,” Siobhan breathed.
Other Sam grinned. “Can’t do it across the whole planet anymore, but one-on-one, well, let’s just say I have a rather… magnetic personality. So if I give you that same stimulus…”
He began drumming his fingers again, and this time, Siobhan could see it for what it truly was. Not a fidget, but a signal, written deep into her subconscious seventeen years ago—abandoned, forgotten, but never truly gone. And she had echoed it so readily, she realised, had been sucked into the pattern without even noticing. Tap tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap.
Trust me, it said somewhere deep in her brainstem, soft and insidious and unable to be ignored. Believe in me. And—
“Stop it!” she snapped, clenching her fists to still her traitorous fingers.
Other Sam raised his eyebrows, the picture of innocence. “Stop what?”
“You know exactly what,” she growled, holding onto her anger like a shield. “The drumming.”
He laughed, a bitter little huff of a sound. “If only you understood the irony of asking me that. But fine, if you insist.”
As she felt that creeping influence leave her, Siobhan let her hands relax, but not her mind. “Don't you ever try that on me again.”
Other Sam just pulled a mournful face. “But it's so much fun!” he protested.
As Siobhan glared daggers at him, he raised his hands, palms facing outwards in surrender. “Don't worry, don't worry,” he said. “I've got places to be. In fact, you've actually given me a very good idea.”
“No, no—”
“I'm leaving you alone, Siobhan. Isn't that what you wanted?”
“No, fuck—”
It was too late. Other Sam was already walking down the corridor purposefully, ignoring her completely. With a feeling of dread building in the pit of her stomach, she pulled out her phone and began to write a text. 
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Sam burst into the editing suite, Siobhan close behind, to see his doppelganger sitting at one of the computers with a look of quiet focus. 
He looked up when he heard the door, and seeing who had just entered, sneered. “Oh. It's the cavalry.”
“What are you doing?” Sam demanded.
His double merely gave him a cool look. “Tell you later.”
“Hell no, dog,” came a new voice from the doorway, and Sam's double blinked to see Lou, still breathing heavily from what must have been a jog from the other end of the studio. 
“Tch. You, too?”
“Course,” Lou replied, looking at Siobhan with fierce pride. 
Sam, now fully inside the room, stepped out of the doorway to let Lou enter, which he did with a glint in his eye. 
The Master merely watched, one eyebrow raised coolly as the other man walked close, staring him down the entire time. And when a fist rocketed into his shoulder, hard and accurate, the carefully-cultivated air of perfect nonconcern shattered as he winced in pain.
“That's for Escape the Greenroom, you sick son of a bitch,” Lou said, shaking out his hand. 
Other Sam frowned, rolling his shoulders back with an audible crunch. “Fine,” he shrugged, the lines of pain in his face giving the lie to his nonchalant words. “Fine. Get it out, if you have to.”
Lou smiled dangerously. “Good,” he said, and wound up once again. 
The second punch hit Other Sam squarely in the jaw, and was even harder than the first. 
“And that's for everything you did to the world. And more importantly, everything you did to my friend.” He turned back to Siobhan. “Good?”
“Good,” she confirmed. Her smile faded as she switched her gaze to Other Sam. “Get fucked.” 
“Hell yeah,” Lou said with satisfaction, and turned to go. “Yeah, you can schedule me with him for shit now,” he added as he passed by Sam, who nodded.
With a click, the door closed behind him, leaving Sam and his doppelganger, still rubbing life back into his jaw, alone in the editing suite.
“I can’t say you didn’t deserve that,” Sam remarked.
His double merely sniffed, turning his attention back to the monitor.
“So. Now it’s just us, like you wanted, what is it that you’ve really been doing in here?”
“Getting you more subscribers,” his doppelganger replied matter-of-factly. “Isn’t that something you want?”
“Well—”
“Sam,” came the cool response. “Come on. I know how much you stress about those budget meetings, because you say it’s part of my penance to pretend to be you in some of them.” His mouth twisted, and he added, “I’ve been so good about it, too. Haven’t murdered even one of your board, and it’s been incredibly tempting. But you need the revenue, you need the profits, you need the subscribers.”
Unfortunately, Sam couldn’t deny it.
“I’m doing you a favour,” his double said softly, seeing the light of resistance fade from his eyes. “I’m not hurting anyone, it’s just a low-level psychic signal that nobody will notice. Subconsciously prompting social media viewers to actually subscribe, if they like what they see. And share it with their friends, and so on. It’s all for the benefit of Dropout, I promise.”
“You know I’ve gotta suspect you’ve got an ulterior motive, right?” Sam asked.
“I know,” his doppelganger replied. “But even if you don’t trust me, and you think I’m up to something—well, whatever that is, it’s a problem for later, right?”
Sam grimaced. “Yeah, please don't ask me to trust you. Siobhan told me what you did.”
His doppelganger just shrugged. “That was then.”
“She also told me what you did about ten minutes ago.”
“Like I said,” his double countered. “That was then. But I’m grounded, remember? I have to use my talents, brilliant as they are, for good. Or whatever you call good, anyway. The good of the company, maybe, and it’s definitely that.”
“Look. I’m only agreeing because I’ve got the Doctor on speed dial,” Sam said slowly, after a few moments’ thinking time, and he watched as a grin spread like oil across his double’s face. “Don't make me regret this.”
“Cross my hearts,” the Master replied.
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missed an installment of the game master cinematic universe?
original idea by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist: x
art by @northernfireart concept: x scissor sisters sketch: x sam and his doppelganger: x escape the death beam: x brian and other sam: x
by @bloopdydooooo drawing collection: x
writing by me (!) part one (escape the greenroom): x part two (deja vu): x part three (sam says 4): x part four (you think you know someone): x part five (point and counterpoint): x part six (a selection of correspondence): x part seven (all good things should have a bit of malice in them): x part eight (archangel 2.0): you are here!
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dark-dragon-8 · 1 month ago
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Ok so I'm watching Supernatural right now, right, and I'm also a long time fan of Shadowhunters (as in, I watched it when it first came out and still rewatch it every once in a while, big fan). So I know how the dynamics work in the show quite well.
It also means I find crossover potential between the shows because, let's be honest, they'll go really well together. Two aspects of how the world deals with the supernatural, hunters being unaware of Shadowhunters because they can't even see them. Amazing, 10/10 crossover potential.
Now, what I don't understand is why people take Sam & Dean from the future (AKA later seasons) in their fics and have them work together with the Shadowhunters when there is so much rivalry potential between them.
Take Clary's ability to talk to angels, for example. If the two series were in the same universe, I can assure you that the angels will jump on the opportunity to communicate with her (or just talk to any of the Shadowhunters in general, since angels can do that in Supernatural as long as they have a vessel), tell her lies and/or half truths about the Winchesters
[like how they are demonic in ways warlocks aren't, how they turned at least two angels, one of which is an Archangel, mind you, against heaven and "made" the first one kill other angels for them. They even killed a couple of Archangels. Hell, depending on the timeline, they could even tell them that the Winchesters killed God, they can tell them how ungrateful they are, that they were God's chosen, that he gave them whatever they wanted, powers, immortality (he kept bringing them back to life), their loved ones back, etc and they still killed him]
They could manipulate the Shadowhunters to be on the lookout for the Winchesters just like they did with those church messengers.
What I'm trying to say is, that so many people have them getting along in their fics yet I can't find a single one where people actually explore the dynamics of distrust and even fear (those people killed GOD, everyone who knew/found out would be scared of them) that could happen had the angels actually been involved and the two were actually set in the same universe and with their respective plots progressing at the same time (or at least the same years the shows themselves are set in, just make them match and/or make them interact during each of their respective seasons that occur at the same year/time frame).
It could honestly show such a new, raw and authentic turn of events that could make the fic feel just that much more real.
I love all types of crossover fics, I really do, I'm just really disappointed that there aren't any fics with this dynamic available and instead majority of them are all either Destiel or dimensional travel. It's just a bummer, honestly.
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pipskippy · 5 months ago
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fallen oc sketches…i never get tired of drawing lily’s curls <3
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thismustbetheblog · 1 year ago
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Taskmaster Hotel: The Natural Friends edition but it's just Sam Campbell vibing x
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no-life-101 · 5 months ago
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Shadowhunters Family Tree
Hi everyone! I'm a big fan of family trees and after doing a lot of research, here's what I have made!
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This tree is interactive! Click here for tree
It contains the franchise's main characters and other side characters. I know it contains inaccuracies due to Cassie not having released an official family tree (yet ... hopefully).
It has just over 200 characters!
I made this back in July 2021, and as I've been reading and rereading the series I've been updating :)
The resources I used were:
The books
Fandom WIKI
What others have shared/theorised
[Link: https://www.familyecho.com/?p=FKACO&c=sqwfx7unj5sct9m3&f=681755598857980502&lang=en]
[Updated: 22nd September 2024]
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lurafita · 8 months ago
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I have decided we need more text messages between the group
Simon: @.everyone! I have important news! Clary: Simon, it's 2am. Izzy: Simon! Wtf! I was sleeping! Maia: This better be important. Magnus: Yes, it better be. Simon: It is! Me and Jace are in love! Clary: … Izzy: … Maia: … Jace: Really, babe, you could have waited to tell them until tomorrow. Simon: I could not! This is the most surprising and pressing news in the last decade! Clary: Simon, I don't know how to tell you this… Maia: We've known for like, two years. Simon: Wha??? Izzy: I'm going back to bed. The next time you wake me only to tell me things I already know, I will end you. Simon: But… but… How could you all have known? I didn't even know! Max: Dude, please, it was so obvious. Simon: Then why didn't anyone tell me?!… Wait, Max? What are you doing up this late? Isn't it a school night? Max: Woke up from all the noise of Magnus trying to wrestle the bow out of Alec's hands so he can't go and shoot you with it for waking him up. Clary: Damn Simon, was nice knowing you. Maia: At least you and Jace had a few hours of not being oblivious idiots before you die. Jace: I told you to wait until tomorrow! Simon: Magnus! I'm counting on you to keep your more murderous half detained for long enough for me to hide! Izzy: RIP
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inkykeiji · 2 years ago
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reader def went through a beading phase and made her and touya-nii matching beaded bracelets and he loves it. but she made TOO many like dozens around the house "I made them especially for you touya-nii" and he tripped on a few on the floor and wanted to yell so bad but she so cute overly obsessing about her new hobby while hes away at work
this is so fucking cute and 100% canon oh my GOD yes yes yes!!!!! and he buys her the prettiest beads, too, returning home from work every day with a new colour or a new type of bead (heart-shaped, shimmery, glittery, cubed letters, etc). she’s so excited when she finally learns how to make a 3D cuff—eyes twinkling bright and brilliant as she rushes towards him the moment he’s stepping into the flat, crowding up against him and shoving the lopsided cuff in his face, chattering on about how she’s been working on it for days and it was so hard, touya-nii and don’t you love it, niichan??? 🥺
and, god, she’s so beautiful in all of her excitement and adoration for him, pouring from her eyes and sopping in her words as she paws and clings and holds him close, hugging his arm to her chest before she finally slips the cuff on. and he loves it so much, loves her so much, wears that misshapen cuff on his wrist every single fucking day of his life, treats it with the utmost delicacy and handles it with extreme care, only taking it off when he kills (he doesn’t want to splatter blood all over such a pretty piece of jewellery <3)
(the colours are totally black, sparkly grey, and purple <3)
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woundgallery · 2 years ago
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Killarney Clary
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tmrrwppl · 1 year ago
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Cas is never allowed a phone. Period.
cause he'd have Jordan in his contacts as Mr. Bimbo and this as his contact photo
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@bloodbulletsandbytes
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hislopchino · 2 years ago
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HIGNFY's Guest Webterview: Julian Clary
We asked him some questions and he answered them. This was a self-explanatory process.
Q1. Being widely regarded as the master of double entendre, what’s the key to good innuendo?
It’s got to work on several different levels and if you get it right it’s sort of a perfectly formed very pleasing thing that bears repetition.
Q2. Your early stand-up on the alternative comedy scene was seen as pretty risqué at the time and you went on to play Leigh Bowery on the stage in Taboo. Do you think that there are any taboos left for young comics to explore?
Yes there are there’s always new taboos coming up I guess. I think the rule has always been that if something is funny then it’s not in bad taste and if it’s not funny then it is. I’ve never really dealt with taboos; it’s all about me when I’m talking. I don’t really pass observations on great matters of the world.
Q3. You’re a known dog lover. If Paul and Ian were dogs, what breeds would they be?
Paul would be a kind of rough, tufty mongrel - a cross-breed, quite intelligent and tenacious. Ian would be an interbred strain of something that’s not going to live very long, like a bulldog.
Q4. Paul Merton used to be a writer on your show Sticky Moments With Julian Clary. It must have been quite sad watching his career spiral into oblivion since then?
Well we were in an office together in Soho writing Sticky Moments in 1990 when I remember Paul saying, ‘I’ve been asked to do this show Have I got News For You, this current affairs quiz thing’. And I said, ‘Oh you don’t want to do some silly quiz panel show’. But despite my advice he chose to do it and he must take the consequences.
Q5. You just finished a run playing Emcee in Cabaret. Will you do a dance for us now please?
No I won’t do a dance for you. My legs are exhausted.
Q6. Your autobiography ‘A Young Man’s Passage’ covered your life up until 1993. Any suggestions for the titles of Paul and Ian’s respective autobiographies?
Paul’s would be ‘I’m More Intelligent Than I Look’ and Ian’s would be ‘I’m More Interesting Than I Look’.
Q7. If you could have two guests on the show (dead or alive) who would they be?
I would like to have seen Quentin Crisp on the show with his observations and his take on life. He would have been very decorative and very funny I should think. And Muriel Spark. I’m a big fan of Muriel Spark. I saw her on Question Time not long before she died and she was very on the ball and cleverer than anyone else there. She was also very funny. She’d have been great I think.
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clarythericebot · 2 years ago
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A City of Bells fic!
i searched up fics for the book just in case there were any, and there was one--a superbly written one detailing the events leading up to Felicity and Jocelyn's wedding, the people of Torminster's utmost satisfaction of the match, and the conclusion of the Problem with the Drains.
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zickmonkey · 1 year ago
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I fucked up the timeline a lil
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claveandcovenant · 4 months ago
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— The New York City Institute
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The New York City institute, built in the early 16th century under the consulship of William Aldertree, is one of the oldest institutes in the Americas as well as on of the largest in the world. While the primary focus of the institute is to protect mundanes and enforce Covenant law within the city, it also provides additional support to the Greater New York area when needed. As of 2012 it is the base of operations for the Clave in Exile, headed by Consul Alexander Lightwood.
— Notable Features
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The Greenhouse: A later addition to the institute, the greenhouse was added in the early 20th century by then head of institute Clyde Graymark and his wife Florence- who had an interest in experimenting with herbal medicine. It now boasts a variety of plants of both magical and mundane origins, including wolfsbane, midnight flowers, angels trumpet, and moonflower.
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The Library: An original feature from the 1500s, the institute library holds over 5,000 books in its towering shelves ranging from historical texts, to magical grimoires, to classic fiction novels. In addition to this collection the library also acts as a miniature museum containing various magical artifacts.
— Staff & Residents
Heads of Institute: Jace Herondale & Clary Fairchild
Staff & Resident: Beatrice Mendoza (tutor), Simon Lovelace, Isabelle Lightwood, Maryse Lightwood
Former Heads of Institute: Robert & Maryse Lightwood, Marian Whitelaw, Edgar Graymark
Former Staff & Residents: Alec Lightwood, Max Lightwood, Hodge Starkweather (tutor), Adam Whitelaw, Rachel Whitelaw, Edith (mundane housekeeper)
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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 months ago
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Right After All: Part Five
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.9k
Warnings: slow burn angst, fluff
Summary: It's yours and Clarissa's birthday. Sam and Dean throw a party in the Bunker for you two which makes you realize two things. One, you and Dean are more alike than you think. Two, your feelings for him are only going to get stronger.
Right After All Masterlist
Square Filled: jack kline (2021) for @spndeanbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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It’s right there in black, thick ink. Clarissa makes sure to put it on every calendar she can find every single year. May 9th. The day you and Clarissa were born. She was born five minutes before you, making you the younger twin. The more you grow older, the less your birthday matters to you. Sure, you always hang with friends and eventually your parents, but you don’t get excited about it anymore.
Clarissa, on the other hand, loves her birthday. She makes it a big spectacle and invites almost everyone she knows. Your parents are in another country for work so you’ll have to do something with them when they get back, so it’s up to you and Clarissa to do something if you want.
You leave your room and go down to the kitchen where she is. She’s texting someone on her phone with a huge smile on her face.
“What are you smiling about? Who are you texting?” you ask and get a water bottle from the fridge.
“Dean. He says to come over in an hour.”
Yeah, that’s right. Dean hasn’t lived with you since he got better. He moved out not that long ago to join his brother back at the Bunker. You didn’t realize how lonely the house got when you didn’t have him to come home to.
“Does this have anything to do with our birthday?”
“I don’t know. He didn't say.”
You know it does. Her birthday is all she could talk about for the past month.
“Happy birthday, Clarissa.”
“Happy birthday to you, too,” she grins.
If you’re going to go over to the Bunker, you need to get dressed. The present you got for your sister is in the car because you didn’t know what you were doing party-wise. If you went to a party, then it would be in the car for you to grab at a moment’s notice. She saw you doing that and put your present in there, too.
The Bunker is only thirty minutes away so it doesn’t take long to get there. There are no cars on the street or anything to indicate Dean has something up his sleeve. Knowing Clarissa, he has to. She wouldn’t forgive him if he didn’t at least throw her a party the day of. You park on the side of the street and grab the presents from the back.
You two walk to the front door and knock, only for Sam to open it.
“Hey, come on in.” You two do and he closes the door behind you. “Let me take those.”
“Thanks. What’s going on? Where is Dean?” you ask.
“In the library.”
It’s suspiciously quiet. You and Clarissa walk into the library and out pops everyone Dean knows. Jack, Castiel, Jody, Donna, Clarie, Alex, Garth and his wife, Eileen, Charlie, Rowena, and Gabriel. It’s a small party but super meaningful. Clarissa doesn’t look too happy to be partying with a bunch of people she doesn’t know but you know she has plans with her friends this weekend.
Dean’s cast is off but he still has to take it easy while the leg continues to heal. The wounds on his abdomen have mostly healed but are scabbing over. He likes staying with you and Clarissa but he really misses his bed and is glad he’s back in it.
“Happy birthday!!” everyone shouts.
“Thank you!”
You go around and greet everyone before allowing yourself to take in the decorations of the Bunker. Sam must have done a lot of this since Dean has never been the one to pay attention to detail. There are games set up all over the library like beer pong in one corner, card games in another, and a table full of alcohol and food.
The first game you decide to play is Cards Against Humanity. Everyone sits in a circle and grabs their cards before one person reads out the black card. Everyone else will choose one of their white cards to place down, and the person with the black card picks the funniest white card that best goes with the black one.
“What brought the orgy to a grinding halt?” Gabirle reads.
Everyone shuffles through their white cards, putting one down at a time. Once everyone does so, Gabriel shuffles them before reading them out loud. He gets to the last one and starts giggling like a schoolgirl.
“What is it?” you ask with a grin.
“I choose this one: Child Protective Services.” Everyone laughs at how crude the joke is. “Who put this one down?”
“I did,” Jack says. “What’s an orgy?”
Again, you laugh at how innocent he is. Maybe you shouldn’t be playing this game with someone like him. 
About an hour has passed before people start getting bored of this game. Dean grabs three alcohol bottles and brings them over to the group.
“Never Have I Ever!” He must have had a few drinks before this because he looks a little tipsy. “I’ll go first. Never have I ever tried a flavored condom.”
You pick up your glass and take a sip along with a few others in the group. There was this one guy who had grape-flavored condoms and you almost threw up. That’s the first and only time you have ever tried one.
“Never have I ever had a threesome,” Jack says. Everyone looks at him like he’s crazy. How does he know about all of this? “What? Dean gave me a book to read.”
This time, almost everyone drinks. The only people who don’t are Jack, Claire, Alex, Garth, and his wife.
“Really? You’re drinking?” Dean asks you.
“What can I say? I’m a twin,” you grin.
Since Castiel is so innocent and hasn’t really done anything, he gets bored of watching everyone else drink and decides on another game that everyone can play. It’s called Suck and Blow where one person holds a card to their mouth just by breathing in. They have to pass it to the person on their right or left, and they blow the card over to the person who then catches it with their mouth and sucks to hold it to their face. If the person drops it on their own, i.e. can’t suck long enough, they have to take a shot or a drink. If the person drops it with another person, both of them have to kiss.
Luck would have it that you’re sitting right next to Dean with Clarissa on the other side of him. The direction is going clockwise which means you’d have to pass the card to Dean when it comes to you. Suddenly, all the alcohol you’ve drunk is gone from your system. What if you drop it while passing it to him? Would you kiss him in front of everyone? Would you be able to keep it PG?
Garth and his wife kiss, Alex takes a shot, and Gabriel practically makes out with Rowena. Castiel does a good job of sucking the card to his face as he passes it to you. You like Castiel but never in that sense so you make sure the card is secure to your mouth before pulling away from the angel.
You turn to Dean and lock eyes with him. One second is all it takes to immediately feel the connection between you two. He meets you halfway and presses his lips to the other side of the card. Your eyes haven’t left his even as you blow on it to get it unstuck from your mouth. You pull away before anyone else can see that there might be something between you two.
He turns to Clarissa and passes the card to her but she purposefully drops it just so she can kiss her boyfriend. You immediately look away from them because you can’t help but picture yourself as her. You two are identical twins. It’s hard not to think of yourself in her shoes when she looks exactly like you.
Everyone gets bored of this game easily as soon as people drop the card on purpose just to kiss someone they want to. After that, people kind of form their own groups and do their own thing. A game of beer pong is set up but you don’t feel like partying with them anymore.
You go to the kitchen to get away from everyone. You let them tire themselves out until it’s time to give the presents. You’re not a materialistic person so you don’t need a lot of presents but Clarissa is the complete opposite of you. She loves getting gifts and opening them. She’ll have a better time doing this than you will.
“That’s from me,” Dean says when you grab a present from the table. “For you.”
You open the package and take the top of the box off, gasping at what’s inside. “You got me a gun? This is so cool. Thank you, Dean.”
“I got it personalized with your name on the side.”
“This is amazing. Thank you.”
You don’t have a lot of practice shooting guns but now you’re gonna have to learn. Sam got you a collection of books and Castiel got you nursing equipment you can use at the hospital. Those three gifts are the best ones out of everything you got. 
“I want this one first! Don’t tell me who gave it to me. I want to guess,” Clarissa grins.
She takes a medium-sized box and tears into the package with her perfectly manicured nails. Her smile is wiped off her face when she sees what’s inside.
“What is it?” you ask.
“A pink knife, a pink gun, and a pink taser? Who got me this?”
You look around the room to gauge everyone’s reactions. Dean looks like someone hit his dog with a car and he’s trying to hide it. He got her this. She doesn’t like it at all. He opens his mouth to answer but you jump in before he can.
“I did.” Clarissa looks at you. You can feel Dean’s eyes on you but you ignore him. “I got you those. You can’t ever be too careful out there.”
“Come on, you know me better than this,” she shakes her head and puts the box on the ground.
“Here, this one is from Dean. Open this.”
You grab the present you got her and hand it to her. It’s a small box that piques her curiosity. The box is long and velvety which usually means it’s for jewelry. She opens the long case and gasps in delight. Inside is a tennis bracelet with her name engraved into it.
“Oh, my God! I love it!” She jumps into his arms and presses kisses along his neck and jaw. “Thank you, baby.”
“Anything for you.”
You can’t look at Dean but you can feel his eyes on you. The end of the party is meant for people who want to drink and chat before leaving. Jody, Donna, and the girls leave since they have a long drive ahead of them. Garth and his wife need to get back to their kids so they leave after the presents are done. The party is slowly getting smaller but the people who are left have a few more hours in them.
If you stay here any longer, you’ll have a panic attack so you sneak away from the party and find yourself wandering the halls of the Bunker. You’ve been here plenty of times but you never really know what resides here.
You follow the hallway to a small staircase leading down to the gun range. Fitting seeing how you need to practice shooting. There is already a gun on the table from whoever used it last, so you grab it and inspect it. You don’t shoot it but you do aim it as if you are.
“You need to switch the safety off if you want to shoot it.”
You jump at the sudden voice coming from the door. Dean stands there with his hands in his pockets.
“I know. I don’t want to shoot it.”
“I know what you did back there. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I didn’t do it for you.” You keep your back to him so you don’t have to look at him. “I did it because I didn’t want to hear her whine about it.”
“Right,” Dean whispers. He walks closer to you until you can feel his body heat on your back. “Do you want me to show you how to use that gun?”
“Sure.”
Dean wraps his arms around you and grabs the gun while it’s still in your hands. He’s talking but you don’t hear a word he’s saying. All you can focus on is the feel of his arms around you, the way his chest feels against your back, and the heat coming from his breath on your neck.m What the hell is wrong with you? Why can’t you get him out of your mind? Why is he the only one you’re having trouble with?
“Got it?” Dean asks, pulling you from your thoughts.
“I think.”
Dean raises both your hands and aims the gun at the dummy at the other end of the room. He shoots it three times before removing his hands from yours. You find yourself leaning into him but he’s already moving away from you. It’s the alcohol. It has to be.
“See? You got it.”
“Thanks.”
You turn your head and look at him with hooded eyes. You can’t help it when your eyes drop to his lips, and he licks his bottom lip in response. The door to the gun range opens and Clarissa pops her head open, causing you to move away from Dean quickly.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Here I am,” he says without taking his eyes off you.
“Come on, let me try my new clothes on for you.”
You let Clarissa drag Dean away just as much as he lets her. There is no way you’re going to drive thirty minutes back home after drinking even though you know you’re fine. There are so many bedrooms in the Bunker, you decide to sleep over for the night.
However, you can’t sleep. All you can think about is Dean pressed against you. This isn’t fair. He’s just a man. How are you letting him have this much control over you? You yank the blanket off you and leave your room in search of what? What are you looking for? Anything that might help you sleep.
You wander into the garage and see the shiny black Impala Dean is so fond of. She’s a beautiful car. She’s lucky to have Dean as an owner. Classic cars are much cooler than modern cars so the fact that he has this is just amazing. You’ll never see a better-looking car that is used every day than this one.
“What are you doing up?”
You look back to see Dean walking into the garage. Of course, he’s here. “I can’t sleep. I decided admiring your car is a better use of my time.”
“Yeah, she’s a beaut.”
“I’ve always wanted to drive her if I’m being honest.”
Dean holds up a finger and returns back into the Bunker. He comes back out holding the keys to his car.
“You still have ten minutes left of your birthday. This is a one-time offer. Take it or leave it.”
You don’t hesitate to take the keys from him. The car runs better than you thought she did. Driving her on the open road with no other car in sight is everything you hoped it would be. You and Dean don’t say much during this drive because what is there to say? You don’t want to ruin it by saying the wrong thing.
You pull into a spot dedicated for cars to pull over if they want to take a break and enjoy the scenery but you don’t get out. Instead, you admire the trees the moon illuminates.
“It’s so peaceful out here and beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is.”
You look at Dean to see he’s already looking at you.
“Thank you for my gift. I really like it.”
“You’re welcome.”
A piece of hair falls in your face but before you have a chance to move it yourself, Dean reaches over and tucks it behind your ear. He keeps his hand on your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheekbone. There is no one else on the road. No Clarissa to interrupt. No one else to see what might happen.
He’s leaning in but you’re not sure if you have what it takes to resist him. You want nothing more than to kiss him but what kind of sister would you be if you did that to Clarissa? You’re a lot of things but unfaithful isn’t one of them. Dean’s nose barely touches yours before you pull away quickly with a shake of your head.
You open the driver’s door and hop out of the car while Dean stays inside.
“You can drive home.”
What the hell are you doing, Dean? Why is it so hard to pick one?
Dean doesn’t say a word as he slides behind the wheel. You get in on the other side and allow the ride home to be spent in silence.
What the hell are you doing, Y/N? Why is it so hard to stay away from him?
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darcyolsson · 3 months ago
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bestie I need your help because I always see people mention that it's canon that jem and will were in love but I can't remember anything like that in the books so are they just kind of exaggerating or is it actually canon 😭😭 it's been too long since I read these books
so the answer no but also yes but no but yes hope that helps :)
if your question is "do they have an on-screen romance on par with the other romances in the books which involves them mutually acknowledging their romantic feelings for one another", the answer is no. in the infernal devices, their relationship is presented as a really close platonic relationship (with notable homoerotic overtones, but which man in tsc hasn't been there). HOWEVER,
there's two quotes from other tsc stories that people usually bring up when disussing this:
Clary took a deep breath. "Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?" There was a long silence. Then: Two people, said Brother Zachariah. There are memories that time does not erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend Magnus Bane, if you do not believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable. (city of lost souls)
and
“What you said before,” she asked. “That Jace Herondale loves Clarissa Fairchild more than anyone you’ve ever known except someone — you never finished the sentence. Who was it?” “I was going to say you and me and Will,” he said. “But — that’s rather a strange thing to say, isn’t it?” “Not strange at all.” She cuddled in close against his side. “Exactly right. Ever and always, exactly right.” (after the bridge)
both of these are notably from spinoff stories set 100+ years after the infernal devices, though, so basically..... interpret it how you want to. cc said she did not intend to write them as a romance (and i don't think they are in tid), but that's what death of the author is for.
in MY humble opinion they were in love but only in the same way will & jem are one person. so like, yes, but not in the most literal sense, but it's kind of woven into every word in those books so you'd have to be quite blind not to catch it, and the story is stronger for it being a natural interpretation of the text rather than it being something that is outright stated (more than a few times, at least). but what do i know. hope this helps!
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