#London institute

[xrose-vo]

Just finished Chain of Iron and (spoilers warning) I can't even cry about the whole thing because I just keep imagining Thomas, Christopher and Alastair running through London like headless chickens searching for their family and friends and like... Everybody's gone.

Thomas: "Kit, have you seen the rest of our group? Cause last time I checked, there were four of us plus the girls"

Christopher, trying not to make an explosion because the London Institute is fucked up enough already: "Now that you mention it, I haven't seen them. Strange."

Alastair, barging into the room: "Lightwood. Other Lightwood with whom I'm imposibly in love. Where the fuck is my sister?"

Effie, the love of my life and real queen of the whole book: "Well you would know if I didn't have to chase you through London, sir. They don't pay me enough for this shit. Here's a letter from her"

Alastair, reading the letter: "She's gone"

Thomas and Christopher: "Gone???"

Alastair: "And with your asshole, I'm afraid"

Christopher: "Who's our-?"

Thomas: "That's Matthew. And the rest?"

Alastair: "What the hell do I know? It's your friend group"

Then they find out the rest of the information from the Institute.

Thomas: "And Lucie?"

Someone from the Institute, probably Tessa poor girl doesn't have a moment of peace: "Gone"

Thomas: "And James?"

Tessa: "Also gone"

Christopher: "Alright well, changing the topic, what's going to happen to the Blackthorn boy?"

Tessa: "Oh him? Also gone"

Thomas: "What do you mean 'also gone'?? He's dead!!"

Tessa: "Not anymore. Oh and by the way, where did you say Cordelia and Matthew were?"

Alastair: "Paris."

Thomas, this 🤏 close to murdering someone for real this time: "OF ALL THE PLACES IN THE WORLD, THEY HAD TO GO TO PARIS??? YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME MATTHEW!! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WALKS BESIDE THE THAMES???"

[caterpillarinacave]

Will, over a loudspeaker: Attention all guests! The London Institute closes in five minutes! If you are a visitor found wandering the halls after hours, you will be hunted for sport by the residents, shadowhunter or otherwise! Thank you, and have a good night!

Charlotte:

Charlotte: Will, if you do not give me that microphone right fucking now-

[sherlocksstuff]

Chapter 3: Morning Wake-Up Call

It had been week since Mina arrived in London. Kit hadn’t protested much to Mina when she informed him about staying at Blackthorn hall.

"Silly Melon… Mina mine it's time to wake up," a soft voice whispered, pulling Mina from her dreams. She blinked and found herself staring at the pale Grey London sky. Once again, she had fallen asleep outside in Blackthorn Hall's gardens. To her, it was the best place to take a nap, even in the winter, and a simple heat spell could fend off the cold.

This time of year was always difficult for her, ever since her parents had passed away. Kit was there for her, but he had his own life in London now. She hardly saw him since he took up the responsibilities of running the Institute with Ty. Emma and Julian had come to Blackthorn Hall for the London Christmas party, and Mina had been glad that she could stay with them then the institute. However, he had been occupied with Enclave matters since their arrival.

"Mina, food's here," Dru called, interrupting her thoughts. "Coming!" she yelled back.

Julian's voice greeted her as she entered the house. "So, you fell asleep outside again, Min?"

"It's not my fault that your garden happens to be the best place to nap," Mina replied with a grin. "Besides, I was bird-watching."

Julian raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying her excuse. He exchanged a glance with Emma, a silent communication they seemed to share effortlessly.

"So, Mina, I was thinking we should train more later with Cortana. You're getting really in tune with her," Emma suggested.

Mina nodded enthusiastically. "That's a good idea. I need to train more. Are Kit and Ty coming for dinner, or is it just us?"

Dru answered from across the table, "Kit texted that they're a bit delayed, but they'll be here soon."

"Good thing we ordered pizza for dinner," Mina said with a grin, glancing around the kitchen. Emma and Julian were sitting close together, and Dru was to her left. Church, her dad's cat, lay asleep in the corner with his feet up in the air, on a bed she purchase from the pet shop.

Their dinner was cut short when Dru's phone rang. Kit and Ty hadn't made it for dinner; they were dealing with more Enclave problems. Strange occurrences, like unexpected portals, had been happening all over London.

"This sucks," Mina muttered, to which Church responded with a contented "Meow."

"You're right, Church. I still have you," she said, petting the cat affectionately. Church was known for being somewhat unfriendly to people other than Emma, but he was her dad's cat, and now he was hers.

Later, lying back on the ballroom floor, Mina pulled out her phone to text Max, her best friend. Loneliness crept over her; maybe coming to London so early had been a mistake. She sent a quick message, "Max, you up?" and waited for his response.

While she waited, her thoughts wandered to her parents. What must the place have looked like when James and Lucie were her age? She couldn't help but wonder. Her phone buzzed, breaking her reverie.

Max: Yeah, actually heading to London Institute with Bakpia. You're there, right?

Mina: No, at Blackthorn Hall, but I'll portal there now. What's happening, though?

Max: Don't know, something about portals, but not the usual ones that open in different places.

Mina: They're letting you help out? Jules and Emma left me at Blackthorn Hall, said they'd be back.

Max: Well, I'm 19, you know, and you're still underage, so…

Mina: I can still help out! See you there.

Opening a portal had become second nature to her; she could do it in her sleep if she wanted to. With a few practiced gestures, the portal opened with a shimmering silver hue.

Stepping through, she arrived at the London Institute's courtyard. The ancient building's spire loomed above, casting a shadow that reminded her of gothic cathedrals. She made her way up the steps and into the Institute, expecting to find Max.

"Min-min, what are you doing here? I thought you were at Blackthorn Hall," Kit called out, jogging down the stairs.

"Kit!" Mina exclaimed with joy, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"I was texting Max, and he said he was coming here, so I portaled here," she explained.

Kit looked at her with a serious expression. "I know you want to help, but for now, stay in the Institute, okay?"

Mina was about to protest when he continued, "Listen, some weird things are happening, and I need you to stay put. Max, Rafe, and Tavvy are going to be here too. If we need your help, you can join, but listen to Rafe and Tavvy, understood?"

"Fine," Mina grumbled. "But I still want to be there for the meeting."

Kit sighed, his expression softening. "Alright, you can come to the meeting, but promise me you'll stay put otherwise."

"What about Ash? Is he here too?" Mina asked.

"No, he's in Faerie, asking about what's happening here. Now scram, Min," Kit said with a smile.

Mina ran up to the library. Hopefully Max and the others would be up there.

[thelastdragonsblog]

wanted a simple human, find a good fanfic by jam/will, but-

I will never stop ship them.

[trans-jon-rights]

I think we've all forgotten this legendary quote by Jonathan Jarchivist Sims so I present you again :

Jonathan Jarchivist Sims, from MAG 114

[ian0key]

TMA fancast (Jonathan Sims)

Dev Patel:

Please, look me in the eyes and tell me this man is not our Archivist.

[thearchivtheantichrist]

Elias: its pride month, Archivist. You know what that means.

Jon: is my next kidnapper queer? what??

[one-of-many-mothmen]

I feel like if Jon had snapchat, his story would be completely unhinged. Like his story would be a picture of a cat and then a video of him running from the cops. A picture of his tea and a statement, then a picture of a dead body in an abandoned house. Just some really weird shit.

[professional-binge-watcher]

It's a real shame that the OIAR's office's microsoft is 3 or 4 versions too old to have clippy

[dowdles]

smoking kills

also hey guess who's WAY into the magnus archives?

[moodnor]

AU where Michael constantly terrorises John into going to thrift shopping with him cuz he's bored.

I found these sketches in my sketchbook from 3 years ago so i thought i should post them

[gunpowdertimsleftgun]

kill them with kindness? wrong! CEASELESS WATCHER TURN YOUR GAZE UPON THIS WRETCHED THING 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[hezekiahwakely]

Jon's introductions to every statement are really funny on a meta level. The fact that he introduces himself by full name and title every single time on a recording. Like yeah, makes sense from the immersion perspective and all, but from an audience viewpoint it's like. Yeah buddy. We know who you are, Jon. I think we'll know who you are just by voice now. But no, our best friend Jonathan Sims Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London must stick to his routine and to the bit. And we love him for it.

[pathogenposting]

this is like my 3rd repost if I forget one more thing I'm gonna pull a tim stoker and blow myself up istg

Alt versions

[buttercups-song]

Ummm guys?

I feel like the difference between “an archivist” and “the Archivist” is pretty significant actually

[artemisyates]

Care to give a Statement?