#v: Little Girl Gone (Clari)

[tmrrwppl]

Say that again, I didn't quite hear ya Messed with the wrong bitch in the wrong era I been at work and I got my badge of honour Honey, I've changed so much since I last saw ya

When Casimiro Tellemanca ran away at 14, against his own better judgement, he brought his 10 year old sister, Clarissa, along with him.

Together, they arrived in New York City and fell in with a group of other homeless kids who were thrilled upon finding Cas had the ability to move things with his mind and disappear when he wanted to. They weren't however as thrilled with the soft little girl attached to his hip, who often tried to be helpful and didn't provide much help, despite her best attempts.

Around 2002, Cas was introduced to Roger Price, who immediately took to Cas and his sister, becoming a sort of guide to the other teenagers in the group and trying to keep them out of trouble.

In 2003, Roger told Cas he would be leaving for a while, and telling him what he needed to do to avoid Ultra and stay off the radar. While Cas wanted to listen, he also managed to follow Roger with Clari and the other kids from a distance, wanting to help him somehow. Cas forced Clari to stay behind while he and the others snuck into the seemingly random laboratory. Roger had a confrontation with another man, the two arguing and using their powers against each other as Roger attempted to detonate a bomb. Cas had been trying to get the other kids out of the building when he saw his little sister pick up Roger's bomb and activate it-- before she suddenly collapsed to the ground screaming moments before it exploded.

Cas managed to teleport to her and Roger got them both out of the building. But unfortunately, it appeared the other kids died in the explosion... or the resulting gunfire that seemed to happen suddenly from within the building. Roger comforted them as best he could, saying it was most likely because they weren't like them... and didn't have powers. Cas wanted to argue that Clari didn't either, and that she was useless and had caused all of this, but as soon as he said it the 13 year old was crying so hard that he could feel her sobs in his own head, projecting them telepathically. Oh.

Roger told them to run and stay safe, and stay away from Ultra, and for Cas to protect Clari... before going to get into his car... Which then exploded.

Both Cas and Clari were thrown back away from the car, Clari landing in the street and Cas around the alley.

Before Cas could get to his sister's side, he was slammed to the ground, arrested for the apparent bombings, his clothing later confirming the gunpowder from the first explosive was on his jacket-- from when he had grabbed his sister.

He was sentenced to 20 years at Ryker's in the aftermath, since they decided to charge him as an adult. He didn't fight it, he thought Clari had been killed in the explosion with Roger and blamed himself for all of it. Especially the fact she died thinking he thought she was useless.

Meanwhile, Clarissa had been safely stolen away by an Ultra Agent, treated in a private room at a hospital as Hugh Bathory, the man who had been fighting Roger, hovered over her bed. He was intrigued by the small girl having broken out upon throwing the bomb, despite her prime barrier resisting only after the moment.

All Clari could remember was Cas' anger, tell Roger she was useless, and that she ruined everything. And he left her.

Years later, Cas could remember the moment he woke up from his grief, it was seeing a news report about Ultra working on a new gene therapy to track potential evolutionary mutations. Speaking was a man named Jedikiah Price, and behind him was Hugh Bathory... And at Bathory's side, older but still recognizable, was his little sister. He didn't even make a plan, he just teleported out of his cell to go find her.

Cast of characters vs Arcane Counterparts (loosely based)

Casimiro 'Cas' Tellemanca - Violet/Vi

Clarissa 'Clari' Tellemanca - Powder/Jinx

Hugh "The Founder" Bathory - Silco

Roger Price - Vander

Jordan Reynolds - Caitlyn

Russell Kwon - Ekko

John Young - Jayce

Killian McCrane - Viktor

Jedikiah Price - Heimerdinger

[tragcdysewn]

y’all know the drill, under the cut is where my muses are at/what happened to them during the event! just let me know who you want for, no caps because i will be dropping a decent chunk of pre event stuff, so go crazy go stupid!

abi mckinnon

girl is thrilled to have her magic back and will absolutely be abusing it this week to make up for her shit weeks with awful luck

ahsoka tano

she has realized that she is incredibly codependent on the force, and now that it’s back, she doesn’t need to worry about dealing with that

allana solo

she was neutral on preferring one power over the other, so them swapping back is really not that big of a deal. she could still help her family either way, so it doesn’t really matter

anastasia romanova

anya really loved having magic while she did, but she’s also very happy it’s gone back to its original owner, and she’s totally fine being normal

ariana dumbledore

well, magic is back, but the force is gone and she no longer has to feel her familys vibes 24/7, so this is actually cool with her, but she’s kind of wishing she was a muggle ngl

bellatrix black - narcissa black

will be torturing people in the street to make up for lost time, run far and fast if you see her she’s insane

cassie lang

superspeed was fun, but she’s missed her own powers, so she’s totally fine going back to growing and shrinking

clary fray

being spiderman was very fun, but clary does not need the extra responsibility of superpowers on top of shadowhunting, so you know? this is okay

darcy lewis

darcy is fully aware she is not responsible enough for superpowers, so she’s totally fine with this being a fun little experience that’s over now

davina claire - hope mikaelson

she really thought she’d be fine without her magic, but she was going a little crazy after the first week tbh. she’s v happy it’s back now

elphaba thropp

look elphaba is just relieved she didn’t cause a huge witch hunt this time after accidentally torturing like two different people

feyre archeron

she’s just happy her family is all back to normal and safe, but also is pretty relieved to have powers she knows how to use again

hallie parker

girl is pretty bummed out that she doesn’t have superpowers anymore, but she can also acknowledge that she is a menace and this is probs for the best

howl jenkins pendragon

he’s doing fine, and fun fact : he got his full memories back and is therefore actually v happy now. he’s a lil confused/concerned how easy his head was messed with but he remembers now and that’s what matters

jaime lannister - myrcella baratheon

thank god this is done jaime is an old man who does not want to be dealing with this bullshit any more than he has to please let him chill

james potter - lily evans

unfortunately, james got involved in a power malfunction accident, and died, so now he’s completely unaware. be ready for billionaire playboy james potter it’ll be a fun time

jin zixuan - lan jingyi

he was already mildly concerned about this place now he is so very worried he is just major Concerned Dad™️ vibes man needs a drink

jeyne westerling

her biggest concern is the paperwork she is going to have to do because dear lord it’s a lot. she’s doing fine though just dreading going to work

korra

thank god she has her bending back because as cool as she thought flying would be it was hard and wings are heavy and she really just had a terrible time

lan wangji - lan jingyi

he did get some peace and quiet for once though he is more concerned about the juniors than ever (mostly jingyi but all of them a little) and is on edge now that he knows how weird shit can get

lumine

she had an absolutely awful time and would like to never do that again please shit was awful and she’s totally fine being totally powerless (she is not powerless but shhh)

lyanna stark

she was kind of freaked out taking other peoples faces, so she wasn’t really using her powers much. she’s absolutely fine being back to normal

marinette dupain-cheng

mari is THRILLED this is over, oh my god. she likes her shoes, she likes her fuzzy carpet, she likes leaving her fabric swatches all over the floor, and her feet really fucked up all that for a few weeks

mj jones

mj is also fully aware now, she experimented with some magic with peter, and saw some memories she shouldn’t have, and immediately went home and worked on unlocking her own until she did it

mya stone

she literally only used this to flirt with her girlfriend and she’s pretty good at that without magic so she’s fine with it being gone now lol

nie mingjue

honestly kind of bummed the ability to vanish from annoying conversations was his ideal superpower but he’ll deal he’s a big boy

renesmee cullen

her actual powers seem so boring now? she liked her flowers and shit what real benefit does showing people your thoughts really have?

rose weasley

she was doing fine with her new powers, but she did miss her magic a little bit, and it felt weird not having it, even in situations she wouldn’t use it anyways

sheev palpatine

he killed multiple people he’s in his element and everything is fine but also he’s still in an awful mood so beware unless you’re his mom or sibling

shen qingqiu - luo binghe, shang qinghua

man found out his best friend is severely anxious and depressed, and that his roommate that he thought wanted him dead is in love with him. he is THRILLED this is done literally never fucking again

thanatos

he is immortal again and that’s how he likes it. man has missed being able to teleport because he has discovered he hates walking places and he hates public transport more

ty lee - katara

she can acknowledge she was not using her powers responsibly and probably was at risk of hurting herself, so she’s fine with it being gone, and she got a cute new apartment layout so

wanda maximoff

honestly kind of a bummer that she’s back to chaos magic after druid magic was so peaceful. kind of tempted to try making her chaos magic do some of the druid stuff though

wen qing - wen ning, luo qingyang

she unfortunately killed someone in an unfortunate accident while trying to figure out her powers, and considering her whole life has been about saving people and avoiding bloodshed, girl is not doing okay at all

[bytheangell]

This Is the Coda That Never Ends... Part 16

(Read on AO3) (Read from the start)

Jace should be here. Clarissa doesn’t know why the thought crosses her mind more than once as her nerves shoot up to impossible levels. But it isn’t just that he should be here… she wants Jace here. She has no reason to. In fact, out of everyone she’s encountered since the art show, he’s the one she’s spent the least amount of time with, yet he’s the one she keeps hoping for. It’s an instinct she can’t shake, though she does her best to ignore it for now.

Clarissa finishes the pentagram and stands back with the others, stopping at the nearest point outside the circle. Simon stands to her right immediately, and she feels a comfort in his dedication to this - to her. Despite the fact that the others are keeping things from her she finds that she doesn’t trust them any more or less than Simon, but his willingness to tell her the whole truth, no matter how dangerous, definitely wins him some brownie points. 

It’s still upsetting for her to see the emotions in their eyes when they look at her - everyone other than Lorenzo, who spares her the occasional pitying glance but otherwise doesn’t seem as invested as the others despite finding himself in the middle of her problems. He stands beside Simon, and then Magnus. Isabelle falls in to Clarissa’s left. 

“Isabelle clearly remembers the last time we performed this ritual,” Magnus says, not without a hint of amusement, and Clarissa wonders how he can be so calm when they’re about to summon a demon. 

“And Lorenzo, I assume this isn’t your first memory demon?” Magnus grows more serious at this question, and Lorenzo’s eyes darken just a moment before he shakes his head to confirm Magnus’ assumption. Clary wonders after the look in Lorenzo’s eyes if they were his memories, but doesn’t dare to ask. 

Magnus continues. “Then for Clarissa and Simon’s sakes, here’s what’s about to happen. Since there are two warlocks present we should be able to keep the demon contained without joining hands. Less risk of one of you breaking the seal and freeing the demon this time - if Mr. Rey is up for the challenge, of course?” Lorenzo scoffs. “Child’s play.” 

Magnus nods. “It’s imperative that you all do exactly as I say, no matter what. When the demon asks for payment, and he will, do not try to bargain with him directly. Any issues will be mediated through me, and only me. Understood?” 

Clarissa looks around the circle at the faces of these people she doesn’t know, friends she doesn’t recognize. This is their world, not hers, not really. Magnus’ questioning gaze lands on her last and she hesitates. It isn’t too late to say no. She can turn and walk away, back to her roommate and art school and the life she’s starting to build for herself from her artwork, and leave all of this behind. She doesn’t remember them, and if she doesn’t go looking for answers then maybe she never will. Maybe she’d be better off. 

But she knows better than to think it would last. She might be okay for a day or two but her comfort in the familiar would wear off soon enough in favor of pursuit of the truth. She has to do this, not just for the hopeful faces around her, but for herself. 

Whoever that may be. 

Clarissa nods. 

Almost instantly a circle of magic flows through them, connecting them and completing the circle. Tendrils of blue and yellow reach out and mingle together to form intersecting waves of green energy. 

Magnus speaks again, this time in a harsh language she doesn’t understand.Isabelle and Simon tense on either side of her as a black smoke forms in the center of them the moment Magnus stops speaking. The pulse of the magic grows brighter, stronger around them in response. 

“Valak is here,” Magnus announces. Clarissa can hardly see him through the nearly solid mass of swirling smoke, his voice distant through the sound of wind that rips through the center of them, but he raises his voice louder to be heard above it. “The payment he demands is a cherished memory of someone you’ve lost.” 

Clarissa feels the tension that fills the room. The blue and yellow magic flickers for a moment before solidifying again. Are they rethinking agreeing to help her? She can’t ask this of them, the price is too high. No one should have to lose a memory of a loved one. 

“What if I give five memories?” She shouts the question to Magnus. 

“That isn’t how this works, Biscuit,” Magnus says, his voice is sad and almost too quiet to hear above the roar between them. A moment later he jerks forward and the image of a green man with horns glaring at a potted cactus Magnus holds out to him is visible in the smoke before vanishing entirely. Isabelle is next, and there’s the image of a girl roughly their age dressed in all black, covered in runes and placing a blade on a holster around her thigh. The girls laughs, and then she’s gone. 

The trade of one memory to get back hundreds is an easy one for her, at least. Clarissa takes a second to close her eyes and think of her favorite image of herself and her mother before it appears in front of her. Their hands are covered in brown paint as they press down on white paper on the table, laughing when she smudges what’s meant to turn into a turkey. One of her first memories of making art with her mother. She can feel the physical loss of it deep within her, tears stinging her eyes as it’s gone. The sadness turns off like the flip of a switch and she doesn’t know what she’s so upset over - she knows it was something important, but---

Simon is next. There’s no hesitation before two women are on the screen, one old enough to be his mother, the other probably his grandmother. She glances to her side to see the heartache reflected in Simon’s eyes as he watches it play out one last time before he loses it forever. They’re at a table and they’re laughing, passing a bowl between them, and then it’s gone. 

Last is Lorenzo. There’s the longest pause here, first double any of the other’s, then triple, before Magnus grunts against the effort of keeping the circle sealed around them while Lorenzo is clearly distracted. 

“Hurry… up…” Magnus manages, struggling not to let the circle of magic containing the demon break. Clarissa senses the concern there, and wonders if all of this will be for nothing if Lorenzo decides she isn’t worth giving up that memory for. She wouldn’t blame him if he does, but selfishly looks over at him, eyes locking in a silent plea.  Lorenzo takes a deep breath and steels himself before a memory is finally torn from him as well - Lorenzo, laying with a sheet draped artfully over him while he lies mostly naked on a bed, looking up at the affectionate gaze of a man paining him with nothing but love and adoration in his expression. And then it’s gone. 

That’s it, Clarissa thinks. That’s everyone. She waits expectantly for whatever comes next, trying her best to look stoic and resolved when she can feel her heartbeat racing so fast it almost hurts, fingers curling and uncurling anxiously at her side. 

“Valak accepts our payment,” Magnus says, finally. “Clarissa, step into the circle.” 

Clarissa eyes the swirling mass of black smoke in front of her. For a moment she isn’t sure she can do this: there’s a demon in that mass, even if she can’t clearly see it. Or maybe the demon is the mass, it isn’t like she was told many specifics about all of this before they started. But one look around at the people who willing sacrificed something so important to them, something personal they’ll never be able to get back again, and she knows that she has to hold up her end of the deal now. 

“Clary--” Simon says, clearly also rethinking this part of the plan, but Clarissa only shakes her head.

“I’ll be fine,” she says, not sure if the words are more for Simon’s reassurance or her own before taking two steps forward. 

It’s deafening, like being caught in a windtunnel, high-pitched whistling filling her ears as the entity around her passes by at impossible speeds. All of a sudden she feels hands over her head, fingertips coming to rest over her temples, and she freezes, closing her eyes. She doesn’t want to see it, afraid that if she does, she'll go running and ruin everything. But she can feel the demon behind her, crowding her space, pressing against her back as the fingers press harder. 

And then it starts. She can pick apart a memory or two as they flood back her, passing through her mind like rushing waves before landing back in their rightful places. Luke taking her to the farm, riding around the back of his pick-up truck since there isn’t anyone else around for miles.  Waiting for Simon to pick her up in the van he uses for her band which she spray-painted with the words ‘Midnight Burrito’. Sketching art for their graphic novel, symbols and creatures that tug at something she can’t quite recall, something that hasn’t been returned to her here and now. So many of the memories feature Simon, grabbing coffee, sitting in his room while he tested out new chords for something he just wrote… Simon Lewis, her best friend. 

She remembers birthday parties and sleepovers and visiting the police station where Luke would let her hold his badge and sit at his desk, but only after he took away any important papers from the top of it. Luke, the man who practically raised her. How could she ever forget him? 

Her mother is a part of so many of the missing memories. She always thought she just had a boring childhood with little worth remembering, but now she realizes that it’s just that so many of her memories included the two people who were taken from her… or was she taken from them? It’s a lot. It’s too much. Her brain can’t pick apart the images and they overwhelm her all at once, blending together and making her head spin until she closes her eyes against the onslaught of images to help. 

But it doesn’t help, and a moment later she blacks out, the swirling cloud vanishing the second her body slumps to the ground. 

--- 

When Clary wakes up it’s to the sound of voices. A lot of voices, speaking in hushed tones from almost all sides of her. 

“Maybe we should call a doctor.”  “A mundane doctor? For a girl we just overdosed with memories? She’ll end up in a psych ward, Simon.”  “So Catarina, then?”  “My healing magic is perfectly capable. She doesn’t need a doctor, she just needs time. That amount of memories, her brain has to catch up with itself, file everything back away and reboot the system, as it were.” “The food is ready, if anyone is hungry while we wait.” 

The voices come into better focus and her eyes flutter open at the smell of something delicious. She speaks slowly, feeling groggy like she overslept too many alarms after a hangover. 

“Did someone say food?” Clary manages. 

“Clary!” Simon says, moving to kneel beside the sofa she’s resting on. “Are you alright? How do you feel? Do you need anything?” Clary opens her mouth to speak again but finds it uncomfortably dry. “...water?” 

“I’ll get it,” Simon says, but before he can so much as stand up Magnus has a glass of water in his hands, holding it out to her. 

Clary takes it and drinks slowly, aware of the expectant looks aimed her way. 

“It worked,” she says finally, placing the glass on the table in front of her. Clary turns to Simon specifically, practically beaming. “Growing up together, working on our graphic novel, your band with Maureen… all of it.”

Clary stands up on shaky legs, wrapping her arms around Simon. She can hear him make a quiet sound next to her ear that’s part laugh, part sob. 

“I missed you, Fray.” Simon beams, but it only lasts a moment or two before he sees the troubled look still on her face when she pulls away. 

“But if I didn’t give them away with the others, why did you take them? They’re all so harmless.” 

Simon looks uncomfortable there, and Isabelle decides to chime in. 

“Because Simon and Luke are part of the world you had to give up. We were afraid if you remembered any of us, even from before, it’d put you at risk. It was… we thought it was the right call. We thought it’d be easier.” 

Clary glares. “Easier for me, or easier for you?” 

“Maybe easier isn’t the right word. We thought it’d be safer. For all of us. You remember your life before you turned 18 but there’s still a lot you don’t understand, Clarissa-” Magnus starts. 

Clary scrunches her nose. “...please call me Clary again.” 

“Yes, thank you, Clarissa was killing me,” Simon readily agrees. 

“But you don’t have any new memories from the past year, do you?” Magnus continues. She can tell that he’s hopeful she might, that giving her back these memories might trigger something else locked away, but there’s nothing there that she can recall. 

She shakes her head and tries not to feel guilty for the look of disappointment that falls across everyone’s faces. Realistically she knows that she has no control over it. She’s doing everything she can to try and get them back, to understand what she did in the past to get her here today, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. She isn't who they want her to be. She may never be again. 

“Clary? Are you alright? You look a little pale.” Simon says, reaching a hand out to touch her shoulder. “Let’s get some food in you.” 

However, with all eyes in the room on her and the weariness and exhaustion of the past 24 hours settling in, Clary realizes that what she needs isn’t water, or food, or a pat on the back and words of reassurance. Everything is changing and she feels lost in her own body; she just needs something familiar. 

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I think I need to go home.” 

She immediately senses the discomfort that settles over everyone in the room at that. 

Magnus speaks first, slowly. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. Maybe you should stay here with us for a little while, just until-” 

“You said I wasn’t a prisoner, remember? Not kidnapped, free to leave at any time. Or did that change?” She’s too tired to fight, and that defeat must be obvious because instead of insisting, Magnus’ expression softens. 

“Of course not. We’re only trying to help you. If you don’t want to be here, that’s your decision. Just say the word and I’ll portal you back to your room.” 

Clary’s a little surprised by how easy that was, expecting much more of a fight. “Thank you,” she says, the words a sigh of relief. “For everything,” she adds, looking around at Simon, Isabelle, and Lorenzo as well. “I’m not… I’m not running away from this, I promise.” The last thing she wants is for them to think she just used them for the ceremony and now they’ll never see her again. “I just need some time.” 

Simon looks like he wants to argue, but when Izzy says, “Of course, Clary. We completely understand.” Simon can only bite his lower lip and nod in agreement. 

“Can you give me your numbers? That way I can find you again?” She asks, handing her phone to Simon first. 

“Of course,” Simon says quickly, typing in both his and Isabelle’s numbers before passing it to Magnus. When Magnus is done he eyes Lorenzo with a silent question. 

“I think the three of you will be plenty of contact,” Lorenzo says, not unkindly, and Clary just nods and takes her phone back from Magnus. Lorenzo’s helped so far, but only as much as is expected of him. The memory was almost too much - maybe it was too much, but he did it anyway. She may not remember him but she could tell from the start that he isn’t as close to her as the others. 

And then, though she gets the feeling they could find her just fine on their own should they want to, Clary sends the three of them a quick message so they have her number as well. “In case you need to reach me first.” 

Clary hesitates, questioning one last time if she’s making the right decision before Magnus opens a portal and takes her hand to guide her through. She keeps her eyes firmly ahead as she follows. 

“Anything you need, anything at all, and we’re all just a call away,” Magnus reminds her before vanishing back through the swirling vortex, leaving her standing alone on the grass outside her apartment.

When she goes upstairs she turns the key in the lock and opens and shuts the door as quietly as she can behind her, but it isn’t quiet enough to not wake up Rebecca who stirs from where she fell asleep on the living room sofa. 

“I told you not to wait up for me,” Clary says, rolling her eyes in the dark. 

“Yeah, well, you were acting really weird on the phone earlier. And don’t think I believed for a second that your battery died, you panic the second it dips below 50% and plug it back in,” Rebecca mutters half-asleep, wiping at her eyes. 

“Well, as you can see, I’m fine.” 

“Fine? You look like shit,” Rebecca says, shining the flashlight from her phone on Clary as she stands to maneuver through the darkness.

“Thanks. I’m just exhausted. It’s been a long night,” Clary admits. 

“Have a nice blast from the past with those old friends you ran into?” Rebecca asks, directing the light down the hall towards their bedrooms. 

Clary, following behind, takes a deep breath. She wishes she could tell her roommate just how right she is about that. “You don’t know the half of it,” she comments instead. 

“Well, you can fill me in tomorrow. G’night, Rissa.” 

Clary cringes at the nickname, wondering what she’s going to say to Rebecca in the morning. But more than that, she wonders how she’s going to go back to her normal life knowing she has some secret past lurking just beyond her reach. 

...for the first time since all of this started, Clary realizes that there’s a good chance her life as an art student isn’t the life she’s meant to go back to.

[professional-anti]

Chapter Nine: The Circle and the Brotherhood

Okay, we start out a little stressful bc Jace says they’re gonna take the subway back to the Institute and Simon jokes around like “you guys take the subway but you’re demon hunters haha” and this happens:

Jace was scary-calm. His face was expressionless, but something burned at the backs of his eyes.

Um, are we not supposed to be worried about this? Jace should be working on this problem!! Why is he so mad at Simon? Oh, that’s right, he thinks that Simon is competition for Clary. And that’s enough for him to get this angry at Simon. I’m sure everyone can tell why this is unhealthy.

Simon proves to be an actual idiot when they get to the Institute. The Institute is housed in an old church, and for some reason Simon can’t comprehend that old buildings can be used for something else.

“It’s the Institute,” Clary said . . . “I thought it ws a church.” “It’s inside a church.” “Because that’s not confusing.”

This is New York City!! The home of remodeling!!! My aunt’s apartment used to be a house! My brother’s camp used to be an apartment! Things can be other things!! Oh my god!!!

They meet Isabelle in the kitchen, where she’s stress cooking. Oh, I remember this! She sucks at cooking but does it when she’s stressed. It’s actually really cute. I stress cook too! Once I made soup from scratch at 3 AM. (My psychiatrist said, verbatin, “That’s worrisome.”)

But then of course we get the typical annoying thing, where Simon stares at Isabelle “rapt and openmouthed”. I think I speak for most people when I say that someone staring at you with their mouth open is creepy. And weird. When was the last time you looked at someone like that? Hopefully never! Blergh, it’s like the way creepy men stare at you on the street. And then Clary gets jealous of Isabelle. So, that’s fun. Love that girl-on-girl hate. I’ve never felt the urge in my life to hurt a girl bc she was prettier than I am. I can’t imagine feeling that way. Sometimes I’ll say jokingly “she’s so pretty, I’m mad”, but I’ve been trying to cut back on that bc I don’t mean it, it’s something that’s been programmed into me to say. But Clary literally wants to throw the soup over Isabelle’s head. Okay.

There’s a tiny bit of worldbuilding that’s also kind of cute, which is that Isabelle “got the recipe from a water sprite at the Chelsea Market.” Well, most people would just say “Chelsea Market” without that article in front of it, but I still like it. Idk, maybe I’m just a sucker for magical New York. Vampires on the Upper East Side? Give me. Werewolves taking advantage of Central Park? Hell yes! Magicians in Greenwich Village? Duh, sign me up. So, little mentions like this make me happy. The worldbuilding is still shit, but this is some nice stuff.

Jace snarks at Clary for eating all the sandwiches at Dorothea’s, and it’s maddening. Those sandwhiches were the first thing she ate for a whole day! Let women eat their fill without judging them!! Arggghhhh!!!!

For some reason, Jace isn’t sure if they should tell Hodge that the men with Luke were the ones that killed his father. I guess bc he thinks that Hodge won’t let them go out and investigate? Idk. Like, we all know that Hodge is Evil Giles, but Jace doesn’t know that. He tells Isabelle that they’re going to Hodge, but they might not tell him about the men being his father’s killers, and this exchange happens:

[Isabelle] shrugged. “All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?” “No,” said Jace. “Do you think Hodge will want any soup?” “No one wants any soup.” “I want some soup,” Simon said. “No, you don’t,” said Jace. “You just want to sleep with Isabelle.” Simon was appalled. “That is not true.” “How flattering,” Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking. “Oh, yes it is,” said Jace. “Go ahead and ask her—then she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation.” He snapped his fingers. “Hurry up, mundie boy, we’ve got work to do.”

So much. So much. I’m short-circuiting. First of all, it’s so incredibly disrespectful to Isabelle for Jace to talk this way. If I were her, I’d be so uncomfortable. And I know that Jace knows her and her comfort limits, but it’s still disrespectful. Secondly, Jace is so mean. And Clary does call him out for it, but who even knows what she sees in him. He’s so fucking mean. And mean characters are fine. They’re great. But I’m just confused why everybody is falling the fuck in love with Jace. It makes zero sense to me. Jace is set up as this paradigm of a romantic partner and it’s like,,, what??? This Jace???

Clary calls Jace an asshat. An asshat. In our year of the Lord (checks copyright date) 2007. Actually, makes sense. Fandom was Like That. Everyone being vaguely British. I wasn’t technically on the fandom scene for anything back then, but in my fanfiction phase, I did some serious digging into the past. And all this fandom dialect makes sense when you remember that CoB is repurposed HP fanfiction.

Jace claims that he was trying to save Simon from heartbreak bc “Isabelle will cut out his heart and walk all over ti in high-heeled boots. That’s what she does to boys like that.”

Clary APOLOGIZES to Jace for snapping at him. Like, the Jace who was so brutally mean to Simon just now? The Jace who is constantly rude to her? The Jace who talks down to her and is so freaking patronizing? Is she apologizing to that Jace? Mmmmmkay.

Ugh, apparently Maryse, Isabelle’s mom, is usually the cook. So it’s the women who like cooking in this book. Got it. Usually 7 people live here, right? Isabelle, Alec, their brother, their parents, Hodge, and Jace. Two women. Five men. And the only people who cook? The women. Cool, cool, cool. Okay. Got it. Thanks.

Wait, this is weird. Apparently Maryse never taught Isabelle how to cook because, according to Jace:

“Isabelle never wanted to learn. She’s always been first and foremost interested in being a fighter. She comes from a long line of women warriors,” he said, and there was a tinge of pride in his voice. “She’s one of the best Shadowhunters I’ve ever known.”

So, huh. A lot to unpack. Isabelle likes to cook, right? So why wouldn’t she want to learn? And why are cooking and fighting mutually exclusive? There’s so much weird stuff going on here. Clare writes the women as the only ones who cook. I don’t like that because she’s basically saying, “Cooking is something that women do, not men.” And now, because it’s a traditionally feminine thing (which it doesn’t have to be anymore now that most men aren’t out hunting all day), Isabelle doesn’t want to do it. And the narrative accepts that as normal, that women should want to divorce themselves from traditionally feminine things, which in my opinion is still sexism. Except that Isabelle likes to cook. So why wouldn’t she let her mom teach her? Does any of this make sense, you guys?

I AM CONFUSION

For some reason, Clary desperately wants to know if Alec is a better Shadowhunter than Isabelle. Not sure why. Jace replies that Alec has never killed a demon. Interesting. Not sure how that’s possible, but okay. They meet Hodge in the greenhouse, and the prose is truly awful:

Clary exhaled. “It smells like . . .” Springtime, she thought, before the heat comes and crushes the leaves into pulp and withers the petals off the flowers.

Slow down there, Emily Dickinson. Anyhow, Jace tells Hodge about their adventures, except for the fact that the warlocks were the ones who killed his dad. Still not sure why, still don’t really care.

“And [the warlock’s] names were . . .” “Pangborn,” said Jace. “And Blackwell.” Hodge had gone very pale. Against his gray skin the scar along his cheek stood out like a twist of red wire. “It is as I feared,” he said, half to himself. “The Circle is rising again.”

There are so many other quotes like that from HP, but I’m not about to reread all 7 books to find them.

Neither Jace nor Clary knows what the circle is, and Hodge ominously leads them to the library. There’s some annoying, edgy description about the libary. Then Hodge pulls out the Death Eaters’, I mean the Circle’s, manifesto. He reads some creepy stuff from it about swearing his life to the Circle “in order to preserve the purity of the bloodlines of [Elba]”. So, you know, creepy. He explains that he used to be part of a group of Shadowhunters that followed Valentine. They wanted to kill all muggles, ahem, Downworlders when the Downworlders arrived in Elba to sign the Accords. For some worldbuilding reason, they have to be signed every fifteen years.

I’m going to cry. I just can’t. A group of magical supremacists who follow a leader whose name starts with the letter V. Please, someone set me free from this hell. Jace recognizes this story; apparently, this was the Uprising. Somehow the Clave managed to wipe out every mention of the Circle, though. Not sure how. Sounds a little bit like a scary place to live, if the government can just wipe out information like that. A healthy government would say, “This was something terrible that our country did. Nobody forget. We must do better.” But apparently Elba is some sort of fascist hothouse. Also, I’m confused what the point of erasing the Circle was if everyone still remembers the Uprising. Whatever.

Hodge finally admits that he used to be part of the Death Eaters, and even helped write the manifesto. Double bombshell, Clary’s mom used to be in it to.

“My mother would never have belonged to something like that. Some kind of—some kind of hate group.” “It wasn’t—,” Jace began, but Hodge cut him off.”

Okay, tell me what it wasn’t, Jace? It wasn’t a hate group? They wanted to kill all the Downworlders bc they were just so full of love? No, tell me. I’m interested.

Anyway, Hodge triple-bombshells Clary by telling her that Jocie wouldn’t have much choice in the matter bc she was Valentine’s wife. Let’s just ignore the fact that Jocie still is on the hook for being part of a suprmacist organization and end part one. That’s right, guys! Part one is finished, finito, finis. See you on the flip side.

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G I A N T . C H A R A C T E R . S U R V E Y

[ tagged by ]: @eloquated [ tagging ]: @eyerevived @dcmonblooded @remembcr and everyone else who wants to

G E N E R A L

[ name ]: Raphael Ortiz Santiago [ nicknames ]: Rafa (only by certain people he’s close to) [ birthday ]: June 19 [ birthplace ]: Zacatecas, Mexico [ age ]: 84 (looks like 19) [ eye color ]: Dark brown, almost black [ height ]: 1.75m / 5′7 feet [ weight ]: Fairly muscled [ nationality ]: Mexican [ astrological sign ]: Gemini [ location ]: Hotel Dumort [ siblings ]: four brothers and one sister, all deceased [ pets ]: None [ in the morning i’m ]: Sleeping [ all i need is ]: the Clan [ love is ]: Apparently, a good thing [ i’m afraid of ]: Loved ones dying [ i dream about ]: Not much, unless nightmares are counted too

H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ pictured your crush naked? ]: No? [ used someone? ]: Yes [ been used? ]: Yes [ been cheated on? ]: No [ considered cheating? ]: No [ been kissed? ]: Yes [ done something you regret? ]: Of course

F A V O R I T E

[ food? ]: Can’t eat anything anymore, so does it matter? [ fruit? ]: It used to be cherries [ candy? ]: I don’t have one [ color? ]: Red  [ number? ]: 3 [ animal? ]: Cats [ drink? ]: Blood, obviously [ soda? ]: I preferred coca cola [ book? ]: Macbeth or Julius Caesar [ room? ]: Bedroom [ movie? ]: I don’t have a favorite

D O . Y O U ?

[ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No [ like cleaning? ]: No [ have a tattoo? ]: No, though I admit they can be nice [ have any piercings? ]: No [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: I don’t remember, probably not [ drink/smoke? ]: Sometimes, with Magnus or Lily [ swear a lot? ]: Probably more than I should [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: I wish I could [ pray? ]: Of course  [ go to church? ]: Not anymore, although I used to go every week [ have secrets? ]: Naturally [ have a best friend? ]: Lily and Eliot (and Jack @eyerevived ) [ like your own handwriting? ]: Sure

A R E . Y O U ?

[ obsessive? ]: About certain subjects, I suppose [ excited? ]: Not particularly [ bored? ]: At the moment, yes [ happy? ]: Not really [ missing someone? ]: Yes [ confused? ]: No [ tired? ]: No [ mad? ]: At certain people, yes [ sleepy? ]: No

D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: Sure [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: No, I don’t need a diary to remember [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: No

W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

[ you talked to? ]: Lily and Eliot [ you hugged? ]: Magnus [ you kissed? ]: That’s unimportant [ sent you a letter? ]: The Los Angeles clan leader [ you sent a letter to? ]: The Los Angeles clan leader, in return [ you laughed with? ]: Eliot [ slept in your bed? ]: Myself [ you shared a drink with? ]: Lily or Eliot   [ you went to the movies with? ]: A group of the Clan, a few years ago [ yelled at you? ]: Camille [ you called? ]: Magnus [ you kicked? ]: A Shadowhunter [ you saw? ]: Lily

W H O . I S ?

[ the most handsome person you know? ]: Objectively, probably Magnus? Although, Isabelle Lightwood is also beautiful. [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Simon Lewis, without a doubt the most confusing person I currently know [ the funniest person you know? ]: Eliot [ the loudest person you know? ]: Loud in volume is Lily, loud in character is Magnus   [ the quietest person you know? ]: Aurélie, a clan member [ the sweetest person you know? ]: Johannes, another clan member [ the most serious person you know? ]: Every person from the Clave  [ your best friend? ]: Well, that used to be Ragnor [ the person you hate the most? ]: Valentine Morgenstern [ the person you see most? ]: Lily and Eliot [ your soul-mate? ]: Soul-mates don’t exist.  

W H A T . I S ?

[ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: Everything that needed to be done tonight [ the song that best describes you? ]: I don’t know [ your best feature? ]: Physical or in general? [ your most treasured memory? ]: Any of the ones with my hermanos

I N . T H E . F U T U R E

[ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: I’m not going to be married [ number and names of kids? ]: I won’t have any  [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: I’ve surpassed twenty by a few decennia now  [ describe your dream wedding? ]: I already said I won’t have one, so it doesn’t matter [ when and how do you want to die? ]: Preferably a long time from now and quickly [ what are your career plans? ]: Keep leading the clan [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: I would like to go back to Zacatecas.

L A S T . T I M E

[ last time you went out of state? ]: Clan business a few months ago [ last time you were outside? ]: Yesterday night [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: Years ago [ last time you were listening to music? ]: A while ago

O T H E R

[ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Three [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Emotional. [ have you felt this recently? ]: Yes [ what do you wear to bed? ]: Sweatpants and a t-shirt [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: As a child [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: No [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: As soon as I can find it

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Jace Wayland x OC

A/N - part 2! I know I updated quick but I’m obsessed with writing this!

Later on that evening, all four were gathered in the library, fawning over books of runes. Izzy trying to teaching Clary about the new runes that scattered her arms from their latest mission. Jace still bemused by the new arrival and intrigued, for the first time, by somebody that was not a shadowhunter.

The double doors to the large room were forced open and in walked Magnus, taking a seat at the large oak table that the others were gathered around. All tearing their attention away from what they were doing and towards Magnus.

‘Well my little shadowhunters, how today has been splendid’ he smiled, winking over at Alec and flashing his hand towards the door spelling a lock so that nobody could enter unexpectedly.

‘Magnus…’ Jace started, hoping to be the first to quiz the warlock.

‘I’ll tell you everything Jace, just give me time to breathe’ he sighed, propping his feet up on the table and resting his hands across his chest.

‘It’s okay Magnus, Jace is just transfixed by this Cora girl’ she laughed, poking fun at Jace who, for once ignored her jests.

‘Cora Melusine, has been sent from Idris to reside in the institute here and in order for her to assist on missions for the Clave’ Magnus informed the group.

‘Yes Magnus. But what is she?’ Jace exasperated, not happy with Magnus’ answer.

‘She is not a what’ Magnus said with hints of anger, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, the others following suit. ‘Cora is a Triad’ he almost whispered, causing Izzy, Alec and Jace to all drop their jaws.

‘What's a Triad?’ Clary asked confused, still new to the whole shadowhunter world and that was one she definitely had never heard before.

Magnus sighed ‘A Triad is a being that forms from three different ‘species’, they are usually born into one world and discover their other traits throughout their early years. In Cora’s case, she was the child of two shadowhunters in Idris and developed her traits very early on’ he explained, going slowly as to allow the redhead to catch up.

‘Wow’ Alec sighed, rubbing his hand along his jaw. ‘That means..’

‘She's very powerful’ Magnus stated ‘which is why she is under strict protection from the New York Institute, if Valentine were to get his hands on Cora’s blood… well, he would be able to create an almost indestructible force of shadowhunters’ Magnus said, looking between the faces in front of him.

‘What would her blood do?’ Izzy asked, now in almost the same amount of confusion as Clary.

‘With her blood and the mortal cup, anyone could make a triad of their own making’ Alec stated, shaking his head and looking down at the table.

‘Yes’ Magnus sighed ‘with the blood of his desired attributes, such as vampire, werewolves anything in this world, paired with those two things, Valentine would make an army so strong he could wipe out the Clave entirely’

‘He could wipe out the whole world…’ Clary started before being interrupted.

‘Yes but not if he doesn't get to her’ Jace almost shouted, staring from his hands to Magnus ‘so, she's an triad shadowhunter? She’d be more powerful than Valentine’

‘Not quite’ Magnus pointed ‘Cora has the same amount of shadowhunter blood as all of you and yes she's a very good shadow hunter, but she's also part Mermaid and part…’ Magnus carried on before there was a huge crack and the double doors he’d enchanted to stay locked burst open.

‘Warlock’ A new voice added.

Cora had burst through the doors and was now stood at the end of the table, smirking towards Magnus who knew he’d just been caught revealing all to his friends.

‘Thought I felt my ears burning Magnus’ she laughed standing behind the Warlock and resting her hands on his shoulders ‘you forget I can hear through walls?’ She tutted, throwing herself into the chair beside him.

‘Cora..’ he started.

‘It’s okay’ she winked at him ‘you know I love it when people talk about me’ she cackled, reaching for one of the books on the table inspecting it as she did.

Magnus laughed and shook his head before gesturing to the group ‘Cora, this is Izzy and Alec Lightwood, Clary Fairchild and Jace Wayland. You and Jace share in common the size of your egos’ he quipped, throwing the young girl a smug expression.

‘So you’re the group of shadowhunters that I’ll be stuck with for the near future. Can you all at least spar properly?’ Cora joked, looking around the group.

‘Could say the same about you downworlder’ Clary poked, confidently smirking at the other female and causing Magnus to shake his head before resting his head in his hands in exasperation.

‘Who you calling a downworlder, newbie? Like you haven't just killed your first demon last week’ Cora cackled, challenging Clary leaning closer in attempt to intimidate the redhead. Clary’s overbearing confidence often outshined her naivety to the world she’d only just become a part of. Challenging a Triad isn't something even a well experienced shadowhunter would attempt.

‘So Aldertree actually trusts us enough now to send us on missions together’ Alec clapped.

‘Sounds so’ Izzy added, standing and returning the books that scattered the table back to their rightful places on the bookshelves ‘But for now… sounds like we should get to know our new group member. So I reckon a night to pandemonium is in order’ she said excitedly, resting her head on top of Alec's.

‘You know I’m always in when it comes to an alcoholic beverage’ Magnus said with a spark of excitement in his voice.

‘Besides, I want to raid Cora’s wardrobe. It appears we share the same interest in fashion’ Izzy jumped excitedly hinting towards the other girls.

‘Or baring skin…’ Alec sighed, laughing at his sister. There was no question that both girls had confidence in their figures and expressing any runes that scattered their skin. However unlike Isabelle, Jace had noticed that Cora didn't appear to have any visible runes even considering Magnus had stated that the girl had just as much shadowhunter blood in her as any other.

‘Well then, this calls for a girls meeting’ Cora started ‘taking Isabelle's hand and gesturing for Clary to also follow. Despite the instant friction between the two they were both aware they would be spending a lot of time together for the foreseeable future. Beside’s Cora could never let an opportunity to spice up a relatively conservatively dressed shadowhunter, something that was rarely witnessed.

Jace, who this whole time, had remained unusually quiet. This was mainly because the nagging feeling within him felt he had already made acquaintance with the Triad, but yet, he could not quite put his finger on when or where. But also, because no matter how hard he tried something deep inside him was stirring, a feeling he had not yet experienced and could not quite explain. But, it was something that scared and excited him at the same time.

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Music pounded from Pandemonium, filling the streets around with the sounds of bass. Jace, Alec, Magnus were stood outside waiting, Simon now joining them, the sun had long gone down.

‘God, how long does it take girls to get ready. I’ll be frozen to death before they eventually turn up’ Alec moaned, hands deep within the pockets of his tight black jeans.

‘I told you we could just wait inside, but you’re the one who insisted to stay out here’ Jace tutted, pretending not to feel the cold, and keeping his arms crossed tightly against the leather jacket he was wearing.

‘That’s only because Iz insisted. You know what she’s like with group activities’ Alec rolled his eyes, mentioning the fact that if they went inside without her, a tantrum would begin.

The sounds of high heels on concrete interrupted them, as the three females made their way across the alley, through the smoke emitting from the grates that ran down the sides of the road.

Each of the girls were dressed, showing off a huge amount of skin. Which neither Simon or Jace were complaining about, Alec on the other hand rolled his eyes and turned around making his way to the club entrance.

Izy was dressed all in red, a cat suit that was sleeveless and had a deep v at the neck, ending almost at the top of her naval. She alluded confidence as she strutted towards the boys. Clary, who usually was dressed down in comparison, was wearing gold stilettos, bearing her legs, opting for a black dress that was simple but hugged her figure in just the right way, causing Simon to almost start drooling as he stood there. Then there was Cora, who wore black leather high waisted trousers, and paired with it a mesh body that had silver velvet roses woven across the bodice. Electric blue heels adorned her small feet, showing off tattoos of weaving ivy and flowers on her feet. Her silver hair slicked back into one long braid that fell down her back, the bottom almost touching her sacrum.

That same feeling stirred in Jace, as he fixated himself on the young triad, causing the palms of his hands to sweat slightly. He thought to himself, that of course he found women attractive, that was obvious, but none that had ever made him feel like this. He felt he couldn’t control himself, that he was going to say something stupid or embarrass himself, making him feel increasingly uneasy. He was never insecure around women. Never.

‘Evening boys’ Izzy greeted, grabbing Alec and Magnus by the elbows and dragging them into the club. Clary taking Simon by the hand also, greeting him with a kiss and entering the club.

Cora sauntered past Jace, fully aware of her effects on him. The benefits of being part mermaid, was being hyper aware of emotions, even of those shadowhunters such as Jace. She knew how interested he was by her, and that made her all the more interested in him.

See, like Jace, there was something that was drawing the triad to him, like a long lost feeling. Something she’d felt before but had long forgotten and the nostalgia of that feeling was like a fire burning inside.

‘So Wayland. You just going to stand out here in the cold, or you going to buy me a drink’ She winked, poking him in the chest, impressed by the prominent muscles below.

‘Wouldn’t have it any other way’ he replied attempting to knock of the insecure feelings erupting in his mind. Holding his arm out for her to take a hold of, a jolt of electricity sparked as she wove her small hand across his forearm taking his lead.

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

If your still doing the DVD commentary, could you please talk about the flashback part in chapter 13 of Ever After? about the rumors and Zen telling Obi to leave? Thank you

Okay, this one is a little long, so I am going to give you the first half of the request because my poor fingers! XD

Summers in Wistal are always a riot of color and fragrance, the worst of the heat kept at bay by a steady breeze which flows from the ocean just a short ride away, the sky the most purest shade of blue.

If one were to ask him his opinion, he would say that today was one of the most idyllic amongst those summer days, with tomorrow anticipated to be just as lovely.

It was going to be perfect—if not for one little thing.

“…Such a shame,” a voice tuts from the stairwell overheard, hushed in a manner which feigned discretion. “Our very own Prince a cuckold even before his wedding night.”

These rumors.

So there is a lot that goes unsaid in the time before Watchtower that I allude to, but I never put on paper. I think I’ve established the headcanon in all of my fics that there is some ‘huddling for warmth’ in Lyrias and the fact that Shirayuki has come out of Obi’s room in the early mornings sometime has not gone unnoticed.

I mean, I wager that it is a pretty common practice up there on nights when it gets too cold so those who are from the area don’t even bat an eye. The problem is that it eventually becomes such a normal thing between Obi and Shirayuki that Shirayuki gets careless in conversation (because honestly, she’s not trying to hide anything. Sharing a bed when it’s cold makes sense. She used to do it with her grandparents all the time. And what’s more innocent than sleeping with your best friend? If Zen was up there, she would have likely crawled into bed with him at some point, too.)

Point being, loose lips sink ships and the ways of the southern gentry are not as forgiving. Rumors have spread about the scandalous actions of the second Prince’s love interest and they cannot believe that he would still want to marry her after it was so obvious that she had been doing more than sleeping with her bodyguard. Especially with how close they are in the daytime, too.

“I suppose it is to be expected with such a rare find,” another voice sighs, derision evident in her tone, “but the bloodline is dubious at best. Clarines needs a princess that satisfies more than one part of His Highnesses-”

“Shh! Such talk, Grimlda!” the first voice is affects scandal, but warbles with laughter.

“I’m simply saying there are fresher flowers to be plucked, if not as exotic,” the second whispers with a sly sort of knowing. “And ones more appropriate for our nation to cultivate.”

So it is established in canon that Shirayuki has some Tanbarunian nobility in her bloodline, even if her father was ousted. And she has the title ‘Friend of the Crown.’ And she’s likely about to make a lot of political alliances in the manga by negotiating with the northern lords. 

That might be appealing for a wife of a Lord or a Knight (:3), but a Prince is at another level. She brings very little to the table in familial relations, heritage, or knowledge of royalty. There are a lot of people looking sideways at this marriage and wondering why he didn’t just take her on as a mistress and marry someone more suitable to be a Princess.

They were not voices he was used to hearing speak such vulgarity. Guests, then.

They must be here for the wedding.

I try very hard in this story to make Zen’s point of view understandable, but ultimately unacceptable. At this point, he has tried very hard to stem his jealousy. He knows that is a weakness of his and he has been trying to explain away all of these rumors to himself, but it doesn’t help that he can hear people laughing at him. Pride can only be poked so much.

Of course, another part of it meant answering for said gossip to other concerned parties.

“You’re a really good person, Zen,” Izana’s murmurs as he joins him, his voice smooth and unobtrusive. It makes his hackles rise.

Izana is concerned about his brother. He knows him. He knows his strengths and he knows his weaknesses and he is trying to needle one last time. He sees the direction this is heading and it’s no good.

It doesn’t help that Izana believes the rumors. For all his intelligence and cunning, Izana is formed from the capital and has certain prejudices about how things should be done. And a potential Princess sharing her bed with the help is certainly unacceptable.

“Why do you say that?” he replies as evenly as possible, opening his eyes and immediately settling on the scene Shirayuki and Obi paint in the gardens below, their gait and proximity far too intimate to be considered simply friendly.

Zen has been SO GOOD at keeping the jealousy in check. At the end of the day, he can ignore what comes out of other people’s mouths – he wouldn’t survive as a Prince if he couldn’t – but he has never been able to ignore his brother. He looks up to him so much and knows that Izana is good at seeing things that other people would ignore, so him pressing this issue just turns all of his explanations into wet tissue paper.

He hadn’t believed it initially, but when those whispers became louder, he had begun to make excuses. They were common borne, after all, and their ways were just different. It was part of her charm, and he certainly wouldn’t want her to catch cold.

If he were suffering from a similar ailment in Lyrias, he would have been tempted to join them…

Zen shakes himself.

He’s trying. He’s trying his best. But it’s a losing battle, especially when Shirayuki may be getting what Zen secretly wants as well.

“Because she is not untouched,” Izana replies, bringing him back to the present, and it is said in such a matter-of-fact way that he feels his stomach turn with the truth of it.

As I said before: Zen can ignore anyone and everyone… except Izana.

“Shirayuki is still pure,” Zen affirms, although his gut twists at the potential of telling such a lie.

So I have a very mean headcanon that I have not written and I don’t think I’ll have the opportunity to write, but basically Shirayuki’s period starts on her wedding night. So Zen is never given the solid evidence that he would expect to squash these rumors.

Also, there is a bit of the expectation of a girl who was raised in a bar v. the expectations of a boy who was raised in a Palace. Mainly that she expects sex to be fun and pleasurable (which is a reason she places blame on herself not being able to orgasm easily later on) and she goes to her wedding bed eagerly, while Zen has been conditioned to think that this is something that ‘good girls’ suffer through. The fact that she is excited about this part of their marriage gives him pause.

“Oh? My mistake,” Izana murmurs quietly, but Zen can hear the mocking there. “I do wonder, though, what features the future successors she bears will have. It would certainly be a shame if they were to look… foreign.”

Zen blanches, swallowing hard and attempting to school his features as carefully as possible.

“They won’t.”

And then, of course, comes the whole issue of paternity which holds back a polyamorous relationship. Zen has to be concerned with his lineage. Izana has to be concerned with Zen’s lineage. But also, they both have to be concerned about how it would be seen if a child came from Shirayuki looking even a little bit not like Zen. And Obi’s features are very much not what we see on most Clariness or Tanbarunian, so anything deviating from blonde/redhaired and fair skinned would be proof of an affair… and likely something would have to be done about Shirayuki and/or Obi. (Think King Henry XIII)

I think I’ll stop here for now. If you want to go back in and request part II, I’m open for it. It’ll just take a couple of days for me to get to it.

Thank you for asking!

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me, holding a pile of shit: i maked this.

apparently someone actually cared about my fraybane oneshot? so here we go,,, its probably nothing you guys expected but.... i thrive off validation... so pls tell me what you think..... and if u got any fraybane content tag it or tag me ill read it....

also to avoid any further misunderstandings (shout out to @baneseelie) fraybane is a BROTP, my fic is on their BROTP, and i love my babies v v v much

There was blood on his hands, but no matter how hard he washed, how fast he rubbed them, not a single droplet fell on the sink. He could feel the smell of it clinging to his skin, could feel the weight of the live he most likely just took away heaving on his back.

It wasn’t the first time Magnus had all but killed someone, but this time it was different. This time it really felt like he had been yielding a sword against someone’s throat and that he had been the one to swing it.

All he had known was that Raphael needed him, that the vampires needed him to take her down. His family needed her gone, and he had aided them.

And now she- Camille Belcourt- was gone., and it was on Magnus. Her death, her pain, her torture… it was all on Magnus. The Clave might kill her, but it had been Magnus who signed her death sentence.

“Magnus?”

The familiar voice somehow reached him through the sound of the water and his own thoughts, and he latched to it like a life saver. He shook his head at his reflection and smiling brightly as he left the bathroom, opening the door with a single snap of his fingers.

He had expected it to be Lily complaining about Raphael, maybe Izzy- he really was not ready for Clary Fray, standing at the door with visible gashes on her naked arms and her hair plastered all over her face because of the heavy rain.

She blinked at him for a second, and crossed her arms around her chest, shaking a little in the doorway. “Simon said something along the lines of you being a dad and a shadow doctor, and I forgot my stele at the Institute.”

Magnus didn’t answer at that just stepped out of the doorway, a silent invitation to come in.

All he knew was that Clary was hurting and he needed to be there for her.

The first thought Magnus had when he met Clary Fray for the first time was something along the lines of ‘why does Valentine’s daughter look adorable even though her father is a monster and I, a good warlock, can’t even have children?’

Not very flattering for either of the two women standing at the door, but honest. He probably would have smacked the door in their faces too, if it hadn’t been for Clary. Yes, Jocelyn Fairchild didn’t deserve his empathy, but what had the little girl done, except being born? She hadn’t asked for it.

So against his better judgement, he had allowed the two shadowhunters to come into his house and had listened to Jocelyn beggings and pleas, ready to refuse her. Ready to make her leave with nothing, the way her and the Circle had left many Downworlders and families with nothing too.

But then Clary had spoken, saying the first words since she had come in through the door with her mother.

“You have eyes like a cat.” Both Magnus and Jocelyn had looked at her at that, sitting in the corner of a soft sofa with a plushie in her hands and a thumb in her mouth. She had smiled at Magnus, with the innocence only children had. “I really really like them, Doctor Bane.”

Simple words, spoken by a child who was as much of a victim as him in a way, that had him smile honestly for the first time in years.

“These are some nasty scratches.” Commented Magnus, almost touching the scars, but stopping himself just in time.

Clary shrugged a little, refusing to meet his eyes, and Magnus sighed. She had been mostly quiet throughout it all, not really telling him anything and he was starting to get worried. Something serious had happened and he wanted to know what was it.

“How did you do it? How did you let go of Camille?”

It shouldn’t surprise him the fact that she knew. Of course Simon had told her. No, what surprised him was the fact that she cared at all about the person she blamed for Simon becoming a vampire.

He concentrated on the bandage he was applying on her arm for a few moments, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t know if I let go.” He answered in the end. He looked up at her with a small smile, talking as he finished the bandage. “I did it for Raphael, you see. And for Simon and the vampires, and I feel like it was the right thing to do. She made mistakes, and in a way, she deserved it.

But she wasn’t meant to die. Not now, not this soon. She was supposed to live forever. Even if everyone left, I always knew I’d have her. She hasn’t been my lover in decades, but she has always been my companion, dare I say, my friend.”

“But she did bad things. She hurt you. You should hate her, right?” asked him Clary, her fingers curling tightly around the arm of the chair.

“There is a thin line between love and hate, biscuit. And for that, I will never hate Camille Belcourt.” He let go of the bandage and held her hands in his. “And the only person I know that you might feel resentment towards but not fully hate, is your mother.” Clary blinked quickly, a small tear still rolling down her cheek. Magnus didn’t wipe it away. 

“What happened, Clarissa?”

“Mister Magnus, did I make this?” asked Clary, frowning at the small painting framed on the wall in the living room. It definitely looked like her style, but she didn’t recall ever drawing it, let alone Magnus hanging it up.

The warlock looked up from where he was brewing his new potion, and shrugged. “… depends? If I can keep it then yes, if you want it back then no, it’s mine.” He answered, grinning at her.

Instead of answering him, Clary gasped, pointing her paint brush at his face. “Where did the glitter go?” she asked, looking at him in totally genuine shock.

Magnus would have laughed if she hadn’t been so completely serious. He snorted. “Contrarily to popular belief, I don’t wake up flawless. I am not Queen Bey.”

“Can I make you sparkly then?” she asked, and this time Magnus stopped, looking at her in surprise. She looked down at her feet. “You always say you like my art, so… can I make art with your face? Even though you’re already very beautiful?”

Simple question of a simple child. And yet, it was in that moment that Magnus decided that he would never let anything happen to Clary Fray. It was in that moment that he realised he would do anything to keep that baby safe.

“There is this room,” started Magnus, looking away from Clary, “that I made when you were younger.”

“You mean when m- mom came to wipe my memories?” asked the younger girl, tripping over the word mom. Magnus could relate.

“It was your room.” He explained, smiling at her confused expression. “I called it your ideas room. You drew all over the walls, on the carpets, everywhere. And every drawing you did, I hung it in that room. Pictures that I have of you and your mother, and Luke. They’re all in there.”

Clary stared at him for a couple of seconds, standing up on her feet. “Why did you keep them?” she asked him, a hand going to her bandaged arms for a moment.

Magnus just held out his hand for her. “Because I care for you.”

And you were an important part of my life. Because you are the sun, Clary, and you shone through my life with your kindness and your innocence, so rare in a Shadowhunter.

Because for many years, I thought of you as my younger sister, as someone I looked after.

Because you’re special.

“Like you care for Alec?” asked Clary and this time Magnus snorted.

“Like Izzy cares for Alec.” He corrected, and she relaxed at this.

“Show me.”

It’s been months since the last time Magnus saw her. Months since she last drew in her art room. Months since he took every last memory she had of him and the shadow world and erased it for ever.

And now Clary Fray was standing in front of him, every bit the woman he had watched her grow into, standing next to some shadowhunters like a queen reclaiming her throne.

“Clary Fairchild. You've grown into a beautiful young woman.” Its all he can say. He knows it’s foolish, because his magic is powerful. But he wants her to remember. He wants her to know him again.

But of course she doesn’t. Magnus is the best warlock in the entire Brooklyn.

“Magnus Bane. So you’re the one who took my memories.”

And like this, his heart breaks.

Clary stands in the middle of the room, watching everything with rapt eyes and unshed tears, and Magnus wants to comfort her, wants to reach out for her. But he can’t and it hurts more than it should.

“Do you want to be left alone?” asked Magnus, ready to leave the room. Clary wasn’t crying anymore anyway, and she seemed tired as she laid on the huge pouf in the room. But at his words she jerked up on her feet, shaking her head.

“No. Please.”

I don’t know why I care so much for someone I don’t even know.

You are important to me.

I need a friend.

Please?

“Stay with me. Until I fall asleep?” she asked, her nails digging into her own palms again.

Magnus nodded, holding onto her hand like she did with him when Alec had woken up the other day. “I’ll stay with you. Until you need me.”

“I don’t know what relationship we had before,” started Clary, settling back down on the pouf without letting go of Magnus. “And I don’t remember it. But I missed you, Magnus.”

The older man smiled, the weight of his years and memories suddenly feeling lighter than they had in years. “I never left.”

[itsworn]

Rain Could not Stop the 20th Annual Super Car Reunion and the Hot Yenkos, COPOs, and More GM Muscle

We had been receiving reports of rain all the way down from Columbus, Ohio, to Bowling Green, Kentucky, and were dreading it. But even a little (OK, a lot of) liquid sunshine couldn’t dampen the enthusiasm of this caravan of revelers on our way to the 20th annual Super Car Reunion.

I was riding with event co-organizer Doug Perry, girl Friday Amy Dailey, and Doug’s 16-year-old son Austin to Beech Bend Raceway Park with one of Doug’s two 1969 427 COPO Camaros in tow. This event is a big deal for devotees of the COPO, Yenko, Fred Gibb, Nickey, Dick Harrell, Baldwin-Motion, and Berger Chevrolet nameplates. Many of those in attendance had participated in the first Super Car Reunion held way back in 1997 and had seen the event grow in popularity. And now, as if in the blink of an eye, 19 years of good times had passed and we were ready to launch into yet another decade of celebrating these awesome GM muscle cars.

Event cochairs Tom Clary, Jamie Jarvis, and Doug Perry had gone to great lengths to ensure the success of SCR-20. Major sponsors included Authorized Engine Remanufacturers (AER), which provided an RHO 350 Chevrolet V-8 engine as Grand Prize. The Southern California–based muscle car restoration shop MASCAR Classics also stepped up as main sponsor at SCR-20 and was out in full force, as was Classic Industries, which not only donated $4,000 worth of gift certificates but also exhibited its new 2017 Yenko limited-edition SC Camaro and Corvette supercars. Other sponsors included Kelsey Tire, Deuce Heaven, Gardner Exhaust, Holley, Rusty Small/Rusted Tires, O’Reilly, Beem Collison, Signature Brands, Advance Testing, the Clary and Jarvis families, Dennis Albaugh, and Sean Green at Camaro Central.

Thursday evening’s Allied Roofing–sponsored barbecue and mixer (special thanks to SCR-20 participant Jason Ball of JMB Barbecue) officially kicked off the event. In spite of the weather reports, on Friday morning participants were greeted with picture-perfect weather at Beech Bend. That lasted just long just enough for everyone to go through tech inspection, and then the rains came. We are talking in buckets! The monsoon lasted for more than four hours, which prompted Beech Bend officials to call the event. But event cosponsor Scott Tedrow and a small handful of the hardcore SCR-20 participants just would not hear of it and pressed for more track time. By 3 p.m. the sun was back out.

Unfortunately, there just wasn’t enough time to run the COPO Pete Shootout (an integral part of the SCR Friday event schedule), but about a dozen cars got in some runs (quick time was Lane Dailey’s 455-powered 1969 Pontiac Firebird at 10.49-125.00) before having to rush over to the Corvette Museum to attend Friday’s banquet, where ZL1 guru Ed Cuneen was the featured speaker. Freddie Byers, owner of a 1969 RS/SS 396 Camaro, was the Grand Prize winner of the AER-RHO long-block engine.

Saturday’s nonjudged indoor/outdoor car show at the nearby Corvette Museum featured 40 of the finest GM super cars (and one or two Brand-X-ers,) manufactured from 1967 to 1972. By late Saturday afternoon, SCR-20 was in the record books as participants from 13 states headed back home. Granted, Old Man Weather may have been top eliminator at the 2017 Super Car Reunion, but as participants were loading up their rigs, discussions were already taking place about how they could improve on next year’s event. Are these guys hardcore or what?

On Friday, Greg Nugent’s 1968 Camaro SS396 was the first car to turn a tire on the Beech Bend quarter-mile. And then the rains came! Track officials called off the meet, but MASCAR Classics’ Scott Tedrow and a small group of SCR-20 participants just would not hear of it. By midafternoon the rain was gone and it was back to racing, albeit on a more abbreviated schedule.

Dennis Gage, host of cable TV’s My Classic Car, was at Beech Bend Friday filming Ken Barnhart and his one-owner ZL1 Camaro. Look for the segment on SCR-20 in an upcoming episode of the program.

Chris Clark’s L78 Nova heats up the tires prior to going a round with Greg Nugent’s SS396. Clark’s Nova was one of the quicker cars at the meet.

One of the quickest cars at SCR-20 was Lane Dailey’s 455-powered 1968 Pontiac Firebird, which ran a best of 10.49 seconds at 125.00 mph.

Last year’s COPO Pete Shootout winner, Kurt Burdick and his 1969 COPO Chevelle 300, goes a round against an unidentified 1968 Camaro.

Jason Ball and his 427 COPO take on Tom Clary in the Clary family’s Yenko SC/427 in a mid-twelve-second battle.

Dennis Cumby photo Grand Prize winner Freddie Byers (gray T-shirt) poses in front of his newly won AER-RHO 350 Chevrolet engine with MCR-20 co-organizers (from left) Jamie Jarvis, Doug Perry, and Tom Clary. Byers not only won the engine but also capped off his night by winning a $250 gift certificate from Classic Industries.

Fredrick Eichhorst’s Tuxedo Black 1969 427 COPO is the only known example with a code 714 yellow houndstooth factory cloth and vinyl interior, which makes for a striking color combination.

Event cosponsors Ken and Becky Schoenthaler (of Deuce Heaven) rolled up with YS-530, a Sunflower Yellow 1970 LT-1 Yenko Deuce.

The lone Oldsmobile at SCR-20 (a 1969 Hurst Olds) belonged to Russell Small. Russell’s unrestored time capsule looked well cared for.

Former Car Craft magazine tech editor and retired Horsepower TV cohost Chuck Hanson and his wife La Rae rolled up in the family’s 1969 427 Chevrolet Bel Air, which features a born-with factory Muncie M22 four-speed and 3.73-geared GM 12-bolt rearend.

Event cochair Doug Perry’s pair of 427 COPOs (one an RS/SS the other an SS) made a fine display.

Representing the Yenko Chevelle SC/427 contingent was Mike Miller’s Code 71 Le Mans Blue 1969 model displaying fully documented paperwork.

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[tmrrwppl]

in regards to the Little Girl Gone verse...

As much as Cas and Jordan want to be the ones that save Clari from herself (and the Founder/Ultra)... It will probs end up being Russell, he's the only one on her level telekinesis wise.

Considering the only reason he joins the Lair dwellers in the main verse is cause Clari was the only one he couldn't kick the ass of when her, John, and Cas confronted him in Atlantic City. (She clotheslined him violently after he tried to woosh her into the ceiling like the other two). I previously described them as the yin and yang of telekinetic abilities, Russ is large scale puller (levitating a bus and stealing anything not nailed down) and Clari is atomic level pusher (throwing a semi truck for distance and beating up people with literal roof gravel tornadoes). They could absolutely level Manhattan in a rage induced battle.

[tragcdysewn]

cute lil event call for my idiots! their plans/moods/etc are under the cut! the whole board for my muses outfits is right here, and the individual sections are linked to their names below!! give this a like and i’ll come to you!

abigail - going solo, not opposed to leaving with someone

get lit fam. abi is having a great fuckin time, drinking, dancing, everything. she can hold her own with alcohol, so she won’t be sloppy drunk, just having some fun and hanging out with her siblings

ahsoka - going with cora ren

going to have fun and to keep an eye on her family. she is armed as usual and she will be getting drunk with leia and they will be titanicing on the front of the boat so look out for that fuckin spectacle

allana - going solo (potential to change)

trying to get drunk without her foster mom catching her, will probs be avoiding her family so as to not be called out on her bullshit. will party with anyone, probably actively looking for lydia because she knows her friend is a good time

anastasia - going with dimitry

anya eloped on a ship so this is v nostalgic for her, and she’s loving every minute of it. she wants to experience everything on the ship, and will be energetically running around trying to see anything and everything

ariana - going with ben solo

she loves going to things like this, but she’s admittedly a bit awkward. she can not handle her alcohol well, so she will not be drinking much unless convinced, but she wants to dance and enjoy herself

beru - going solo (potential to change)

she has never been to something like this, and she’s honestly just curious about what’s going on. plus, her family is there, and any more time spent with them is a bonus for her

cassie - going solo (potential to change)

she’s gonna just vibe honestly. will force people to dance with her, especially if your name is kate, teddy, or billy, and will be focused more on snacking than drinking. she’ll still have a few though, probably won’t drunkenly shrink for the meme but i don’t promise

clary - going with tessa gray

clary loves any excuse to dress up and have some fun. she’s also managed to drag tessa along, mostly to make sure her friend gets out and has fun, but also so she’s not going solo

claire - going solo (potential to change)

claire kind of just shows up to these things for something to do, so she may or may not be sulking in a corner most of the night. lavender might also make sure she doesn’t we shall see. she’ll have fun if she can be convinced to do so

darcy - going solo (potential to change)

darcy is always a wild card at events like this, because she’s going to do everything and talk to everyone. if someone needs to be pulled into the party, darcy is your girl

davina - going solo

davina tends to get nostalgic at parties like this, they remind her of the big events in new orleans and galas the mikaelsons threw, and she misses her family. so she drinks and tries to ignore that and just have fun

ella - going solo

ella loves formal parties like this, and will be dancing around the ship, talking with everyone and having a few drinks

elphaba - going with glinda upland

does not want to be here at all, but glinda is a pink glittery force of nature. elphaba does not try anymore, just accepts her fate and tries to have fun. please entertain her, she will be drinking, possibly more than she should

eudora - going with diego hargreeves

truly just here to take her mind off the drama. she’s going to drink a bit, dance a bit, and drag diego into a photo booth once she has a few. also will be having a fun time meeting up with some friends to explore the boat

feyre - going solo (subject to change)

assumes this is something leia planned, and as a senator she feels like she should be there. she also has no problem with a party, giving herself a break from work and even getting a mini vacation out of it

glimmer - going with adora and entrapta

she’s baby sitting entrapta, let’s be real. the girl is way too likely to blow up something important to be left alone, and glimmer would rather do it than leave it to catra or adora

hallie - going solo (subject to change)

going solo, but will absolutely vibe with anyone and everyone. she’s going to be drinking (thank you i.d. that says shes in her 30′s) and will drag people into photo booths just for the meme of it. she’s a hot mess but she’s fun i promise

jaime - going solo (leaving with brienne of tarth)

is going solo, may not be leaving that was (what a simp lmao). isn’t really great at parties, because he’s used to just being on the edge of the room as a guard, but he’s trying his best

james - going with victoria

he just likes seafood okay? but he will absolutely tell anyone who asks exactly why his girlfriend is avoiding the edge of the boat. it’s his favorite story ever and no one can stop him.

lumine - going solo

please someone give this girl a drink. she’s going solo but her broke ass grandpa is following her around making sure she won’t get drunk because by his standards she’s like nine. she also wants to explore the ship a bit, see how different it is from the ones in teyvat

luna - going with ginny and neville

the silver trio are the main characters tonight and they do not take criticism thank youj. she just wants to spend time with her friends, she really doesn’t have any plans. might end up drunker than she’s intending to

lyanna - going solo

lyanna likes to make up for the decades of balls and banquets she missed out on in westeros, and party like nobodys business. her husband has to work, but that’s not going to stop her from having a blast

mal - going solo (subject to change)

not really a big party person, but loves to watch the drama go down, and therefore shows up anyways. will be off to the side observing with a glass in her hand

makoto - going solo (subject to change)

mako’s never been to a formal event like this, and she’s honestly really excited. she wants to explore everything she can, and maybe find someone to love

marinette - going solo (subject to change)

mari likes going to events, especially because she gets to show off our own creations. considering how she’s seen events go in this city, she’s always ready for a fight if need be, a little bit on edge as per usual

mj - going solo (subject to change)

only goes to these things to people watch and because it looks good for her boss. if she’s there with her superiors maybe they’ll give her a better story to cover. won’t drink because she doesn’t really want to be blasted, but she will eat and could be convinced to dance

mya - going with jeyne poole

love parties, and loves her girlfriend, so this is a good time for her. she’ll probably be with jeyne most of the night because she is a simp, but will be mingling and wandering around a bit as well

peeta - going solo (subject to change)

he’s not really a big fan of parties, after all the events he went to in the capitol, but he’s trying to get out of his comfort zone, so here he is

peggy - going solo (subject to change)

peggy is going because she loves parties, but also she wants to make sure she shows her face at these things and actually talk to people rather than hiding away in her office

rapunzel - going solo (subject to change)

look rapunzel loves everything like this, and getting to go on a modern boat is just an exciting bonus for her. her shoes will likely be gone by the end of the night, we all know she hates them and this is a chance to ditch them

renesmee - going solo (subject to change)

nessie is absolutely a party girl. will be drinking and dancing with anyone she can find, and will make out with a stranger if given the opportunity 

rose - going with scorpius malfoy

will be a disaster. she’s going with scorpius and i feel like that’s enough reason to be worried. someone make sure she doesn’t go overboard please and thank you (or if she does please record it to make fun of her)

sheev - going solo (subject to change)

he’s there to fuck up everyone’s day. that’s it. are you shocked because you shouldn’t be

shmi - going solo (subject to change)

here because she assumes leia planned it and is a supportive grandma. someone get her drunk it’ll be really funny

vanya - going solo

hoping to leave with a date, but also just wants to vibe and let loose for a night? so we’ll see how that goes

wanda - going solo (subject to change)

her father is a politician, so she likes to make a good impression at these things. she’ll dance a bit, probably explore the ship, but nothing too crazy

[itsworn]

Rain Could not Stop the 20th Annual Super Car Reunion and the Hot Yenkos, COPOs, and More GM Muscle

We had been receiving reports of rain all the way down from Columbus, Ohio, to Bowling Green, Kentucky, and were dreading it. But even a little (OK, a lot of) liquid sunshine couldn’t dampen the enthusiasm of this caravan of revelers on our way to the 20th annual Super Car Reunion.

I was riding with event co-organizer Doug Perry, girl Friday Amy Dailey, and Doug’s 16-year-old son Austin to Beech Bend Raceway Park with one of Doug’s two 1969 427 COPO Camaros in tow. This event is a big deal for devotees of the COPO, Yenko, Fred Gibb, Nickey, Dick Harrell, Baldwin-Motion, and Berger Chevrolet nameplates. Many of those in attendance had participated in the first Super Car Reunion held way back in 1997 and had seen the event grow in popularity. And now, as if in the blink of an eye, 19 years of good times had passed and we were ready to launch into yet another decade of celebrating these awesome GM muscle cars.

Event cochairs Tom Clary, Jamie Jarvis, and Doug Perry had gone to great lengths to ensure the success of SCR-20. Major sponsors included Authorized Engine Remanufacturers (AER), which provided an RHO 350 Chevrolet V-8 engine as Grand Prize. The Southern California–based muscle car restoration shop MASCAR Classics also stepped up as main sponsor at SCR-20 and was out in full force, as was Classic Industries, which not only donated $4,000 worth of gift certificates but also exhibited its new 2017 Yenko limited-edition SC Camaro and Corvette supercars. Other sponsors included Kelsey Tire, Deuce Heaven, Gardner Exhaust, Holley, Rusty Small/Rusted Tires, O’Reilly, Beem Collison, Signature Brands, Advance Testing, the Clary and Jarvis families, Dennis Albaugh, and Sean Green at Camaro Central.

Thursday evening’s Allied Roofing–sponsored barbecue and mixer (special thanks to SCR-20 participant Jason Ball of JMB Barbecue) officially kicked off the event. In spite of the weather reports, on Friday morning participants were greeted with picture-perfect weather at Beech Bend. That lasted just long just enough for everyone to go through tech inspection, and then the rains came. We are talking in buckets! The monsoon lasted for more than four hours, which prompted Beech Bend officials to call the event. But event cosponsor Scott Tedrow and a small handful of the hardcore SCR-20 participants just would not hear of it and pressed for more track time. By 3 p.m. the sun was back out.

Unfortunately, there just wasn’t enough time to run the COPO Pete Shootout (an integral part of the SCR Friday event schedule), but about a dozen cars got in some runs (quick time was Lane Dailey’s 455-powered 1969 Pontiac Firebird at 10.49-125.00) before having to rush over to the Corvette Museum to attend Friday’s banquet, where ZL1 guru Ed Cuneen was the featured speaker. Freddie Byers, owner of a 1969 RS/SS 396 Camaro, was the Grand Prize winner of the AER-RHO long-block engine.

Saturday’s nonjudged indoor/outdoor car show at the nearby Corvette Museum featured 40 of the finest GM super cars (and one or two Brand-X-ers,) manufactured from 1967 to 1972. By late Saturday afternoon, SCR-20 was in the record books as participants from 13 states headed back home. Granted, Old Man Weather may have been top eliminator at the 2017 Super Car Reunion, but as participants were loading up their rigs, discussions were already taking place about how they could improve on next year’s event. Are these guys hardcore or what?

lead: 001-2017-super-car-reunion-overall-show-high-view

004-2017-super-car-reunion-nugent-1968-chevrolet-camaro 005-2017-super-car-reunion-rainy-track On Friday, Greg Nugent’s 1968 Camaro SS396 was the first car to turn a tire on the Beech Bend quarter-mile. And then the rains came! Track officials called off the meet, but MASCAR Classics’ Scott Tedrow and a small group of SCR-20 participants just would not hear of it. By midafternoon the rain was gone and it was back to racing, albeit on a more abbreviated schedule.

006-2017-super-car-reunion-barnhart-gage-1969-chevrolet-camaro-zl1 Dennis Gage, host of cable TV’s My Classic Car, was at Beech Bend Friday filming Ken Barnhart and his one-owner ZL1 Camaro. Look for the segment on SCR-20 in an upcoming episode of the program.

007-2017-super-car-reunion-clark-chevrolet-nova-L78 Chris Clark’s L78 Nova heats up the tires prior to going a round with Greg Nugent’s SS396. Clark’s Nova was one of the quicker cars at the meet.

008-2017-super-car-reunion-dailey-1968-pontiac-firebird-wheelie One of the quickest cars at SCR-20 was Lane Dailey’s 455-powered 1968 Pontiac Firebird, which ran a best of 10.49 seconds at 125.00 mph.

009-2017-super-car-reunion-burdick-1969-chevrolet-chevelle-300-launch Last year’s COPO Pete Shootout winner, Kurt Burdick and his 1969 COPO Chevelle 300, goes a round against an unidentified 1968 Camaro,

010-2017-super-car-reunion-ball-1969-chevrolet-camaro-copo-clary-1969-chevrolet-camaro-yenko Jason Ball and his 427 COPO take on Tom Clary in the Clary family’s Yenko SC/427 in a mid-twelve-second battle.

011-2017-super-car-reunion-byers-jarvis-perry-clary-aerrho-prize-engine (NOTE: needs credit) Dennis Cumby photo Grand Prize winner Freddie Byers (gray T-shirt) poses in front of his newly won AER-RHO 350 Chevrolet engine with MCR-20 co-organizers (from left) Jamie Jarvis, Doug Perry, and Tom Clary. Byers not only won the engine but also capped off his night by winning a $250 gift certificate from Classic Industries.

012-2017-super-car-reunion-eichhorst-1969-chevrolet-camaro-copo-front-three-quarter 013-2017-super-car-reunion-eichhorst-1969-chevrolet-camaro-copo-interior Fredrick Eichhorst’s Tuxedo Black 1969 427 COPO is the only known example with a code 714 yellow houndstooth factory cloth and vinyl interior, which makes for a striking color combination.

014-2017-super-car-reunion-schoenthaler-1970-chevrolet-nova-yenko-deuce Event cosponsors Ken and Becky Schoenthaler (of Deuce Heaven) rolled up with YS-530, a Sunflower Yellow 1970 LT-1 Yenko Deuce.

015-2017-super-car-reunion-small-1969-oldsmobile-hurst-olds The lone Oldsmobile at SCR-20 (a 1969 Hurst Olds) belonged to Russell Small. Russell’s unrestored time capsule looked well cared for.

016-2017-super-car-reunion-hanson-1969-chevrolet-bel-air Former Car Craft magazine tech editor and retired Horsepower TV cohost Chuck Hanson and his wife La Rae rolled up in the family’s 1969 427 Chevrolet Bel Air, which features a born-with factory Muncie M22 four-speed and 3.73-geared GM 12-bolt rearend.

017-2017-super-car-reunion-perry-1969-chevrolet-camaro-copo Event cochair Doug Perry’s pair of 427 COPOs (one an RS/SS the other an SS) made a fine display.

018-2017-super-car-reunion-miller-1969-chevrolet-chevelle-yenko Representing the Yenko Chevelle SC/427 contingent was Mike Miller’s Code 71 Le Mans Blue 1969 model displaying fully documented paperwork.

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