#v: shadowhunters

[everydayxghosts]

"Think I'm good for now...leave the chains, just in case." He'd smirk all the same, amused that after that whole scene played out this woman would take such a tone with him. Her clothes were strange, barely familiar in that he could have imagined someone from the last time he was awake having a bodice like that; but her hair was bright green? Fingernails longer than his claws, and just as colorful as the rest of her; reaching for his face. The animal in him jerked back in reaction, scooting the chair back a bit.

Asa shook his head, trying to clear the confusion away, maybe get some answers. "God, how long was I asleep this time..." He muttered under his breath, snapping his neck to the left and right to crack the vertebra. "Would you mind tellin' me what year it is? And - don' take this wrong - what you are? Never seen anyone quite like you, an' I been around a long time..."

He didn't want to be impolite - as much as the situation would have excused it - seeing as this woman was the closest he'd get to a savior right now. He was just currently under the impression that he was dealing with someone much more dangerous than he was. "Tell me that and I'll tell ya bout the brand." He'd assumed she was interested in his tattoo earlier, because the alternative was that she was going for his eyes and he didn't want to think about that.

Minerva to Asa.

As asked so she had done, he seemed more scared to hurt her than she was to get hurt, as someone who once had been in that position the witch decided to comply with his request sending the bags floating to his lap. The bags of blood was fast drained as best as possible, she kept her glance at him watching while he ate, it was but curiosity that made her do it, he was a new surprise to dissect in an long ocean of sameness. It was a few months since anything interesting happened and the witch was long pass boredom, her thought of playing with fire were louder than ever, as her need for a little brain tease or adrenaline had her mood worse than normal. Or for a better way of saying it, brattier than normal.

— Feeling better? I can get more if you need.

There was a playfulness in her tone, mixed with a little teasing, she picked up his hat from the floor and pet it a few times to clean it up before putting it gently back on his head. Her eyes spanked curiosity, fixated now on the cross marking on his head, it was not a shadowhunter rune or nothing like she's ever remember seen before, she had to contain the inclination to touch it, although her thin finger with long pointy nails in a shade of dark green were already in their way when stopped.

[culiehua]

Valentine, looking at Stephen and Céline through the windows of the Herondale estate:

[agnes-draws]

a little thing i did for @vwritesaus’s birthday back in may 🩷 consider it part of the famous thomastair childhood friends au i came up with a while ago hehe. v was the one who thought of the little scenario above, just as we started chatting almost two years ago <3 god, time flies, doesn’t it? enjoy ✨

[wikitpowers]

i like to cause myself pain so i’m rereading this💔

the way this always messes me up so badly

[margareturtle]

What gets me about Mr Christopher Jonathan Herondale is that his name is CHRISTOPHER JONATHAN HERONDALE

LIKE BOTH OF HIS PARENTS HATED SHADOWHUNTERS

And he still ended up with THE most SHADOWHUNTER NAME imaginable

Like even if he wasn’t a Herondale for his first 15 yrs he was still CHRISTOPHER JONATHAN

LIKE BRUH 😭

Not to mention when Kit inherits some faerie titles he’s gonna give Jace a run for his money

Like:

Best regards, yours,

Heir to the Lands Under the Hill, Prince amongst the Courts of Faerie, last descendant to the Princess Auraline, the fated first heir of faerie

Christopher Jonathan Grey Carstairs Herondale

[vwritesaus]

It is no secret to anyone who knows him that Alastair Carstairs is an exceptional cook. Armed with the knowledge passed down from his mother and Risa, he felt it was his duty to keep the Persian traditions alive in their family, and the only way he felt comfortable doing it was through cooking. It was his escape when the piano keys felt slimy and sticky under his fingertips, and when his thumb and index fingers slowly became more and more smudged with ink stains from the mundane newspapers. Cordelia was the taste tester every time, no matter how burnt or salty or under seasoned his food was. He could trust her to give him an honest critique—and she always did, without preamble.       ‘Dadash, did you empty the entire Dead Sea into this? My tongue is burning.’       ‘Oh, this is better than last time! Just needs more chilli, it’s a bit on the mild side.’       ‘Alastair, this is extremely chewy. It’s meant to be softer, no?’       Though he would roll his eyes and pretend to be offended by every one of his sister’s comments, Alastair was glad for it all. It was their little pocket of solidarity in an otherwise distant relationship. Alastair’s own doing, of course, but he felt it necessary at the time.       He was four years old when he first showed an interest, according to Sona. By eleven, Alastair was comfortable enough to cook a couple of simple dishes without any help. By fifteen, he was a self-proclaimed master. Yes, he made mistakes sometimes—as all good cooks do—but he knew his way around a kitchen, just as Cordelia knew her way around Cortana. Naturally it was something he kept to himself: if he had disclosed to any of the boys who bullied him at the Shadowhunter Academy that he, a male, loved and knew how to cook, and was taught how to by the women in his life, it would have given them yet another few reasons to belittle and assault him.       Being his father’s son and a boy with darker skin was already too many reasons. So Alastair kept his passion quiet, known only to his mother, his sister, and Risa. He’s sure Elias never knew, for if he had, Alastair is certain he would have put a stop to it somehow. All it took was one remark to have Alastair give up and push it down. His love for piano and singing, for instance.       But Alastair and Cordelia made it a regular occurrence to take over the kitchen and get under Risa’s feet, in her words. He cherishes those memories, where flour would coat the front of his waistcoat and parts of Cordelia’s hair, and the fragrant aroma of cinnamon, cardamom and clove would fill the entire room alongside their laughter. They were just some of the good things he held onto whilst at the Academy.       But the Academy days are no more, and Elias’s domineering presence has fizzled out through fire and ash. Alastair is free to do whatever he wants to do and be whoever he wants to be, and cooking is only a part of it.

continue reading on ao3

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well well, it has been a long time, hasn't it??

but here i am, back for good hopefully!! and with a wee fic i wrote for my bestest girl @drunkonimagination for her birthday back in july ✨ it's based on one of our first interactions together before we hit the dms and the hill i will die on that is alastair carstairs is great at cooking but a terrible baker. only just got around it posting it jkahdjasd. hope you all enjoy it, and i'll be back with some more fics soon!!

also pls ignore the title, it's the best thing i could come up with :')

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tagging people who might be interested: @edwinspaynes @purplebass @angeldaisies @faithfromanewperspective @tessherongraystairs @celias

let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!

[drusilla-carstairs]

I am once again here to push the agenda of big brother Ty content

[clockworkbee]

When a character so badly wants to do or see something happen and they give their all for it but then they don’t live to see it and people get to know from other people that “they did it. They made it happen. They'd have loved to see it. It’s a shame they didn't live to see it”? Yeah...

[lxdystxrdustt]

hi guys, rn im working on that lovers to exes to enemies w luke castellan, but since it's gonna be a while, if you wanna send requests i will gladly write them! here's a list of fandoms im in:

marauders/harry potter

percy jackson (either the show and all of the books)

the boys

gen v

hunger games

shadowhunters

eragon

maze runner

tlou

teen wolf

the bear

six of crows

aot

if you send me a request with smut, i will try to write it, but i've never written it before so it could come out awful

soon i will also try and make a masterlist, even if im not really sure how to actually create it.

[idk-i-just-really-like-tsc]

Mason is annoying as fuck omg

[tamlindudley]

Cassandra Clare’s characters will always remain superior honestly. Their development is top notch and her women are just 🤩😮‍💨🫠🫨🙇‍♀️

[girlmythos]

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[buffyspeak]

the clave: surely if we teach our young nephilim that emotions are weaknesses/distractions/something to be repressed, they’ll stop having emotions and just be good soldiers, right? what could go wrong?

and they were SO wrong. because what happens when you train a group of people subject to emotion (bc they definitely definitely are! even if you think angels might not be, humans are, and shadowhunters are still half-human) is not that they STOP having emotions. it’s that they never learn to express them in meaningful and healthy ways which can be both detrimental to them and the people around them! (it is fundamentally what the clave wants still, though. people who can’t put what they’re feeling into words are going to have a way harder time questioning authority.)

it’s so interesting to see with alec! he’s not always a super verbal person anyway (#autistic alec ftw) and i think he’s a fairly internal processer. BUT in this scene in 3.04 with magnus, it seems very clear that he’s upset, knows he’s upset, and isn’t really trying to hide it from magnus. but the way he stutters around the words and grasps at them and cuts himself off, he’s not just trying to express how he feels, he’s trying to sort out WHAT he feels in real time.

it’s an interesting parallel to because from what i remember of 3.05 in their fight near the end of the episode, i think he comes off less unsure because he makes broader, more assured statements - he seems more articulated, i guess. maybe because he’s been brewing about it all day. but the conversation goes a lot of places because he struggles to understand, yet alone convey, what he’s actually upset about. and magnus in turn (and i think for fully understandable reasons) does not really get that this issue isn’t as simple or one-dimensional as jealousy, or even as familiar as the immortal-vs.-mortal conundrum. it’s about alec not having ever felt like a first-choice to anyone (which is a bit ridiculous and disasterish because i don’t think he quite grasps how much his siblings adore him, but there are reasons for that) and having finally felt secure and wanted with magnus and now starting to have that—shifted. compromised when the move-in question comes up because now he’s thinking about what exactly he even means to magnus. and he knows that it’s not magnus’s fault that he’ll one day ‘move on’ (a loaded term but i digress) when alec dies. and on a fundamental level, i don’t think alec wants him to Not do that! he wants magnus to be happy, to have a good life after him, to have had a good life before him! it’s just that all that can be true and it can still hurt to feel insignificant (which for the record, alec would be MORTIFIED to ever admit, which i think is why this emotional revelation is particularly hard to articulate) (magnus, for his part, knows that all love is different and would be shocked to hear that alec doesn’t understand remarkable and precious he is to magnus).

[agnes-draws]

this is what happens when @vwritesaus sends you the first chapter of her new fic 😩💕

just to be clear, these are based on the first chapter of @vwritesaus's 'timeless' 💕 some are actual scenes from the fic, others are silly additions i had to make jkssj GO READ IT !!!! IT'S AMAZING. 😭 and you should see what comes next hehe

also have some close ups ✨

[pomodoriyum]

i forgot that by the end of the books hodge was so miserable he wanted to be fucking burned alive

[fairdale]

rip will herondale, you would have loved slow dancing by v