#whatwasoncesilver

[secondus]

I want to

[crimson-chains]

Your Yuri is so darn cute

Thanks so much!!! Means a lot to hear that you think the Yuri I draw is a cute boy <3

[maybe-theres-hope]

I'm sorry please don't kill me... (aka beware of very intense Malec feels)

I just tagged all the people I could think of that might like this/read Malec

unbeta'd please don't hurt me I suck okay bye

Inspired by this post

His eyes weren't clenched in pain anymore, so Magnus guessed that was a good thing. People always said shit like that...he's in a better place, he's not suffering anymore.

It had happened in slow motion, as most things in Magnus' life did. Hell, his entire life felt like it happened in halfs of nanoseconds full of stolen emotions and happenstances, but ones that all passed with an agonizing, steady tread. One minute Alec was there, letting go an arrow that shot straight through the eye of the demon, and the next he was on the ground, spewing bright red life out of his mouth, nose, and stomach, writhing on the floor but oddly quiet.

Trust Alexander Lightwood to have stubborn solidarity, even in the process of dying.

It took one of those halfs of nanoseconds for Magnus to be at his side, another for him to place his hands on the wound to try and seal it. But even that was too slow. The minute he felt his magic seep out to course through Alec's body, it started ricocheting back on him, useless. He'd never felt so worthless and hopeless in all his centuries of life, than he had felt in that moment, watching Alec's eyes dilate and go an increasingly sickening shade of lighter blue, as if the life was draining all the color from him as it slipped away.

And then he was gone.

They'd managed to escape the fighting, and the rest of the Clave had quelled the battle, leaving more than half their numbers decimated. But Magnus had seen that happen more than a few times over the years. Shadowhunters were a persecuted people, no matter if it was openly or emotionally. They always found a way to come back. It was just never the same ones.

Magnus knew now, sitting in the infirmary of an Institute in the southern part of Ireland--where they'd ended up after fleeing the outskirts of Idris again--that the Shadowhunters were growing thin on their reserves of tolerance for his stalling. It had been three days; it was time to conduct the funeral. Alec's body would be wrapped and burned and scattered, just like all his brethren before him. Jace, ironically--though maybe not all that ironic--had been the first to fight off the Clave and let Magnus have his way in stalling the ceremony. He couldn't explain his reasoning in words, but Jace had seemed to understand, given his unbearably sad expression.

Parabatai bonds were very strong.

Magnus held Alec's hand loosely, almost afraid of hurting him, as ridiculous as that sounded. Even when they made love, Alec had liked it when Magnus nearly cut off the circulation in his arms, with his grip on his biceps. But now? He seemed delicate in sleep, too delicate for Magnus to taint with too rough a touch.

He knew he shouldn't do it. He knew it was probably against about a million laws in both Downworld and within the Clave. Transference spells of any kind were expressly forbidden, and although Magnus Bane hadn't had a particularly obedient streak over his long life, that reminder had kept him from saying the words in an ancient language that most on this earth had long since forgotten. But now...sitting here, feeling utterly useless--as had never really happened to him before--he couldn't deal with it. He couldn't deal with living the rest of his life knowing he could have done something, could have exchanged something of no value anymore into a life that would do the world good, even in secret.

He halted all rational thought in that moment, and began to chant, almost immediately feeling his lungs constrict and the warlock's equivalent to blood pressure plummet.

Outside the door, Clary was seated with Isabelle, who had been very quiet over the past three days. She'd thought Alec's sister would have been Magnus' biggest advocate, considering how she'd seemed to value her brother's relationship, how it made her happy to see him happy. But she'd actually been rather stoic about the whole thing, as if she couldn't decide whether she wanted to side with the warlock and have Alec for just a few more hours, or if she wanted this whole thing over so she could work at moving on, as all Shadowhunters did.

Clary herself didn't really see what place she had in the argument. She'd simply tried to comfort and calm Jace throughout the ordeal. Jace, who was usually the first one to remind everyone that it was a Shadowhunter's duty to die, had been the most adamant about pushing back the inevitable. Clary knew it was always different when it was someone you loved so deeply. She felt for Magnus, whom she'd come to see as a close friend despite everything, and she tried to imagine how he must feel. She knew, in a sense, ever since her first meeting with the Angel at the Lake, where she'd had Jace brought back to her. She could have had anything in the world at that moment, and all she'd wanted was him. She felt she could sympathize with Magnus, who didn't have an ancient proprietor of his people to call on. Clary doubted there was a demon in existence in all the realms that would obligingly bring a Shadowhunter back from the dead, even at the insistence of a powerful warlock.

She glanced at Isabelle once more, but her friend's closed-off expression offered no camaraderie. It wasn't like Clary expected anything more, but it still made her restless to just be sitting around and doing nothing. She let out a short sigh and lifted herself off the floor, where she and Izzy had been posted for over an hour now. She carefully nudged at the door to the infirmary, intent on at least going in to see how Magnus was doing.

Immediately as she passed through the door, she felt wrong. The room radiated a sense of death, and not the kind that happened slowly, or the kind that had come and gone. It was chilling, foreboding, and crushing. She felt herself gag for a moment.When she regained her bearings, she looked to the bed where Alec had been lying since they'd arrived, and where they'd left Magnus seated at his side. She couldn't see Magnus anymore, but she caught movement from underneath the legs of the bed, and she saw a flash of blue.

Rushing over, she stopped short to find Magnus, still holding tight to Alec's hand but crouched on the floor as if someone were suffocating him and crushing him with a boulder. He was muttering words in a scathing language, his speech broken up by harsh gasps for breath.

"Magnus? Magnus what the hell are you doing?" she cried, crouching next to him. She put a hand to his forehead, even though she had no idea whether warlocks even ran a fever or if you could feel it by that gesture anyway. What she felt was cold sweat, and what she thought might actually be Magnus' pulse, radiating into her fingers with a frightening intensity.

He continued his chanting, the syllables broken and cracked as he fought to suck air into his lungs, as if they were collapsing. After a few more seconds, he lifted his face to her and she saw that he was deathly pale, as if his skin was being bleached from the inside out.

"Don't--" another gasp, "Don't--make the same--mistake you did--with Jace. Give--him the--the prot--pro--protections. Okay?"

She just shook her head in confusion. "I don't...what's happening?" she asked, her hands fluttering from Magnus' face to his quivering shoulders as he sunk further to the floor, his fingers still gripped over Alec's lifeless ones. She didn't know what to do at all. "Isabelle!" she shouted, though she was almost sure she wouldn't know how to handle this either.

The other girl came into the room lazily, unaware that there would be anything but her dead brother and his mourning boyfriend in here. Nothing to rush over. But as soon as she rounded the corner to the other side of Alec's bed and caught Magnus' state, she knelt beside Clary in a slight panic.

"What's going on? Magnus, what did you do?" she demanded, almost as if somehow this was going to hurt her brother further. Isabelle had been bitter the last few days and hadn't much cared who it was directed at.

But Magnus didn't answer either of them. He slipped further down, now shaking and gasping against the cold tile. He ended his chanting, and took one last gulp of air. His fingers were like ice, and the tips of them were starting to turn a sickly black, burnt color.

"Tell him I love him," he murmured, nearly silent. And then Clary watched as his eyes went glassy and the connection to Alec's fingertips was severed. Both girls sat stunned, staring at the lifeless warlock. Clary heard a hitching breath, and presumed it was Isabelle. She couldn't believe what just happened either. But she heard it again, and this time, Izzy perked up. She didn't look at Clary, though; her gaze whipped toward the bed, and she was immediately on her feet.

Clary followed suit, rising up to gaze at the bed just as Alec gave another small gasp. In turn, Clary's own breath stopped, and her eyes popped wide.

Alec's chest shifted again, this time in a proper breath. His head jerked softly to the side once, and his fingers clutched at the plain white sheet beneath him. His eyes clenched just before they blinked open, and both girls let out a gasp.

"What...?"

"I don't..."

Isabelle and Clary were stunned into incoherence. Clary new Isabelle was seeing it, but she still wasn't sure it was true. Alec was staring up at them, completely lucid and now he was struggling to sit up.

"Izzy? What happened?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "I feel..." but he didn't finish. Clary was still staring at his eyes, not knowing whether to be relieved or completely unnerved. He tried again to pull himself up to sitting, leaning towards their side of the bed.

In a quick reflex action, Isabelle's hand shot out to rest on his chest and gently push him back down. Clary caught an almost nonexistent shake of her head, and her gaze flicked to the floor, where a lifeless Magnus still lay. She swallowed heavily when Alec didn't fight her, laying back down on the pillow but still looking confused at their expressions.

And all of a sudden, Isabelle just turned and rushed out of the room. Whether it was to inform her parents and Jace or because of the spectacle before her, Clary didn't know. Her gaze was still locked on Alec's eyes.

Clear, dark blue orbs that she remembered, except that now in the center there were long, vertical slits where his round pupils should have been. Like a cat's.

"What?" he asked, bewildered. She just let her hand creep up to her mouth, face frozen in shock.

[stuartsplayboyseigerson-blog]

Margaret, I see you reblogging us all the time

But you never come talk with us.

We don't bite!

Unless you're into that, of course ;)

[couragemadnessfriendshiplove]

Sterek Fic Rec (or something) for Margaret

Sparkly Pens  Not really a fic but it is hilarious and cracky and the best thing if you just want something to laugh and make you happy  

Inside These Arms Stiles is having the worst day of his life and it keeps happening. Sterek Groundhog day style. Bittersweet.  

DILF Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified In which Scott and Jackson are Laura's kids and Derek brings them up after their parents died and Stiles is Scott's new teacher. Everything about this is perfect. (Bonus: how to make a cupcake sandwich)  

Arctic Grey “We got swatted by faeries…the little fuckers.” It's not exactly Sterek but they have a somehow sweet conversation in someones backyard while Derek is high on pixie dust. IDEK I like it.  

To Have Outlived The Night “You helped me. They took that as a declaration.” I don't know how to summarize this. They become sort of friends and then they fake!date because of Stile's dad and uhm, well, awesome fic. xD  

If I Could Turn Back Time Stiles wakes up in a world in which Kate Argent was never born. Bittersweet parallel universe fic. But with happy ending. c:   

And I Told Her I Would Fix It All  Everyone is dead and Lydia is a witch and Stiles is going to fix everything. Time travel and the Hale family being alive.  

Echoes Someone has deleted half the numbers in Stiles's phone.  More parallel universe fic. This one is pure heartbreak, though.  

Here Comes The Sun Derek was so busy wondering how he was going to take care of his pack all on his own, he didn't realize he wasn't on his own anymore.  

I will make another list because these are not nearly all the good ones but I have to go now. Hope you enjoy, Margaret. c:

[hockeyrobot]

This Margaret chick's blog is pretty tits

Why didn't I follow it sooner?

[danibanaani]

"Blaine has dark hair."

Derek glances up at his friend.  Logan is staring into space, his eyes wide and shocked.  The athlete glances to the left and to the right to make sure he's not missing Blaine, or the fact that he's recently dyed his hair a dark shade of indigo.

"Do you want a medal, or..."

"Shut up."  Logan puts his elbows on the table and takes fistfuls of hair in his hands, the palms smacked across his temples as he stares into nothingness.  "Kurt...Kurt is also a brunet."

"Do you have a point, or - "

"Julian has brown hair."

"And now that we've discovered the cure for cancer, can we please return to - "

"Blaine's got a great set of pipes," Logan cuts in, continuing as though he hasn't heard a thing Derek is saying.

Which he probably hasn't.

"Kurt sings like an angel."

"I really don't see where you're going with - "

"Blaine's attractive.  Kurt's attractive.  Blaine is stubborn.  Kurt's a diva.  They were friends before they fell in love.  Blaine likes boys.  Kurt likes boys."

A pause.

"Julian likes boys, Derek!"

The words are accompanied by a shaking motion so violent Derek is sure he would have miscarried, had he been pregnant.

Recovering, he stares at his friend, who looks back with huge eyes filled with realization.

"Kurt and Blaine equal Julian, Derek.  I've always been looking for Julian."

Derek is quiet for a moment, his face blank.  Then, as Logan looks on, he picks up his textbook and whacks Logan on the head.

Hard.

"Ow!"  Rubbing the sore spot, Logan glares at his friend, who is gathering up his textbooks, quietly fuming.  "What the hell, man?!"  Derek turns on his heel and begins to walk out the door.  "Where are you going?"

"To the mountains, to raise alpacas."

"Why?"

The answer floats back to him from the hallway.

"Because from what I've observed, it's going to be a long time before squids learn to walk on land."

[exr-cache]

Hello there! I'm looking for a fic you rec'd a while ago, I think because someone was looking for fics where E develops feelings for R first, instead of the other way around like usual. I think they're both students and I remember at the end they have a discussion where they get their feelings out in the open and R tells E that he started having feelings for him on the day he walked him (E) home. I'm sorry, that was kind of vague. Do you have any idea which fic I'm talking about?

Hello, my dear!

The fic you're looking for is Until you see me by mornmeril, one of my favourite oblivious!Grantaire/piningjolras fics! :D

Happy reading! :)

- besanii

[fivie]

Hello! I have a question about Under My Wings -- do we eventually find out who Enjolras' first crush was? >.>

Hello!

Ahaha, a lot of people have been asking about that in comments, actually. But, uh, it’s kind of already been covered? It was something that Enjolras and Courfeyrac talked about over the phone in chapter 2 of I Will Fear No Evil. It was probably unfair of me to expect anyone to remember that, though >///<

Basically he had a crush on an older student during his first year at university, and he had a bit of a crisis about it because he’d identified as totally aromantic up until that point and Courfeyrac sort of had to talk him down like ‘dude it’s fine it happens these things are fluid don’t freak out omg’. And that’s why he gets so embarrassed when it’s brought up, not because of who he was crushing on. Silly boy :’D

Sorry if that’s disappointing >_>

I’ll put the part from the fic that mentions it here:

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‘ “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Enjolras says, but he does. He can feel his face heating up just thinking about it.

“Sure you do. First year of university. Your little sexuality crisis.”

“You said you’d never make fun of me about that,” Enjolras says crossly.

“I’m not making fun! I’m being totally serious here! I do that sometimes!” Courfeyrac protests. “Honestly, I’m not making fun of you. This is very relevant. But remember, you had the slight crisis because you always thought that crushes were not a thing that happened to you and you were happy with that-”

“Yes, Courfeyrac, I remember.”

“But then there was that post-grad student at the debate society, and he had those eyes and that jaw and that burning passion for freedom and equality-”

“Yes, okay.”

“And he was like, mentoring you and stuff and then you started freaking out because you were having emotions and-”

“Yes, Courfeyrac, I remember, I was there.”

“Right, so, that was the only other time you’ve ever got flustered about me doing my ‘Enjolras has a boyfriend’ dance. The only other time!” ’

[crazyexmachina]

I was talking about your comment on my post, gurl. 

[hongjooong]

"#me and mark are gonna be the canadian unit our debut track is gonna be called maple syrup" that's literally the funniest tag i've seen in like a month

I'm just here to provide this site with my comedic genius 😔✌

[littledearheart-blog]

Hey Margaret.

I was totally serious.

Well, probably not about the calling part because it's late.

But the bursting out into song part.

[mymnemosyne-blog-blog]

Time to go to dinner with a friend. :)

(he's imstillinbeta)

I'll be back later. Love you all. <3