#and I LOVE YOUR EUGENIA HELLO

[geryone]

What are some of your favorite poetry accounts here on tumblr? If you don’t have any, what are your favorite accounts in general to follow? You’re honestly one of mine right now—i just adore how thoughtfully curated all your posts are, and it feels like we have really similar taste in poetry 😙 I’m more of a prose gal myself, but I just bought Bianca by Eugenia Leigh because of your blog, and I am planning to get something from CT Salazar ehehe. All my love <33

Hello!!! I hope you love Bianca!! I adored that collection. ❤️

Some of my personal favorite blogs are:

@tonybalerdi @orpheuslament @soracities @weltenwellen @iloveyoumorethangod @emiliosandozsequence @macbethwitches @boymartyr @mothprincess @firstfullmoon @calvinandhobbes @verberation @lifeinpoetry @cithaerons @chateauofmymind @saintmelangell @sweatermuppet @discopoem @swear2g-d @saunguine @auesten @thedearidiot @godlyrot @godsopenwound @bloedkoraal @icaroid @typewriter-worries @iccaruus @briarhips @shirleyjacksons @woundthatswallows @vjecitiapril @tybalts @devouringheart

[horrorlove14]

Hello!!! I just started Lies of P and I was wondering if I could get a one shot of Pinocchio having a crush on the reader who is a companion on his adventures. She has two daggers and a katana as her weapons and is ready to lay down her life for Pinocchio even though he fears losing her. He gets nervous when the reader scouts ahead before going on their next adventure. One night, he gets very cuddly and wrapped his arms around the reader to keep her close and presses kisses wear he can reach. Fluffy please!! Thank you in advance!

Aww, that's a great request. I'll do my best to fulfil it.

The living puppet, Pinocchio, encounters a young woman named Y/N during his adventures through the ruined city of Krat, where he witnesses her battle against a horde of robotic puppets with her weapons.

After she finished battling them, she ended up collapsing due to exhaustion, and Pinocchio took her to his safe place to let her rest until she regained her energy and strength.

He noticed that she was injured after noticing the blood stains on her clothing, so he treated them carefully without waking her and carefully observing her with various questions regarding herself.

Once she had woken up, she looked at her bandages and gently asked him if he was the one who treated her injuries, and he replied with a yes. She thanks him, and the two introduced themselves before she asked him to let herself join him on his journey because she wanted to repay him for his help.

He lets her join him because he finds her to be quite skilled with her weapons and strength after seeing her fight and also finds her attractive based on her soft beauty despite her injuries.

As the duo goes through Krat during their journey, fighting against the puppets while being pursued by the 4 masked fiends who seemed to want Pinocchio dead and making new allies such as Lampwick, lady Sophia and Eugenia.

Pinocchio starts to develop new feelings towards Y/N that he couldn't seem to comprehend at first because it only occurred whenever he was around Y/N and the new allies tell him that he's in love with her.

One day, Y/N had gone scouting ahead of everyone to look around for any clearing void of any enemies. This had caused a panic within the group, especially with Pinocchio, because he fears of losing her after acknowledging his feelings towards her.

Luckily, Y/N was found to be safe and unharmed by everyone , and she explained that she was just simply looking for a clear route so they could proceed without issue.

Later that evening, everyone settled down in their new safe place to rest after a long day of battle against enemies and so. Pinocchio decided to build up his courage to confess to Y/N, so he went to her to find her polishing her daggers before making himself known, which caught her attention.

After letting him in, she puts away her weapons in a safe area. Pinocchio suddenly clings onto her to feel the warmth and softness of her body before placing soft kisses on her forehead, face, and lips, which made her blush a lot before Pinocchio confesses his feelings towards her.

Needless to say, Y/N returns his feelings as she is also in love with him, and the two spend the evening with him gently holding her in his arms in bed as he feels his mechanical heart beating fast in his chest knowing that his feelings of love towards her has been fulfilled and hope to become fully human just for her.

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Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated. Thank you for your request.

[amethyinst]

god im thinking gale post war. he's got a kafkaesque middling bureaucrat position on government or perhaps something like 'minister for outreach' or some bs job. mostly there to be the attractive young face of the new government.

his friends are all 40yo rebel leaders turned bureaucrats and posy his 6yo little sister who writes him pen pal letters from district 12 where she is going to school (its an assignment where you write to a pen pal from another district and she was like i pick my brother Comrade Gale Hawthorne Of The Rebellion and the teacher is like well i meant another kid from another district but okay then.)

she's only now learning to write so its mostly little kid stick drawings in her new gel pens he bought her with a note from hazelle asking if he's eating enough and that katniss asked about him. and he reads them crying while getting whiskey drunk at 9pm. and he writes back like hello posy what a lovely drawing tell mummy im doing absolutely fine and please dont bother katniss about me but also is she okay does she talk about me is she happy is she mad please and thank you lovely pen colour by the way.

he is engaged to a female rebel about his age maybe a little older. i have named her evjenny a future dystopia spelling of yevgenia russian form of eugenia meaning 'good breeding'. because its funny to me for him to go full bolshevik. she's from district 5 a slightly wealthier district in comparison to the outliers like 10, 11, 12. she's a little uptight, very type-a, respects gale, loves the state, believes in black-and-white justice. thinks katniss is mostly a propaganda creation and that she's a little weepy but good for morale. has a pet bird she is wanting to teach human language to.

vaguely know each other from the little inter-district rebel communications that coin allowed. coin off-handedly mentioned that she respected her so when The Powers That Be were arranging propaganda couples to marry (they didnt call it that ofc) he was like yeah okay she seems fine.

meet each other at panem galas that are about like fostering relations between the districts. TPTB are like ah gale this is evjenny you are attractive young people you should chat. we did not plan this we did not have several meetings planning this. they bond over hating all the former capitol turned rebel folks.

evjenny (evjen for short, she says, because it is efficient) mentions that she enjoyed gale more than katniss in the propos because gale was an 'actual working man' as opposed to katniss (who is the equivalent of a kardashian to her). and gale is like. Eye twitch. thank you. i enjoyed when you organised that power plant to get blown up and she goes thank you it did take a lot of work. she is not joking she's just a very serious person. they go on like five 'dates' (paparazzi outings) and they agree to marry with a handshake three months after meeting. (there is a more official ceremony where evjen pops the question on tv with a sensible steel ring)

their marriage is like an absolute flop cos gale has a drinking problem and evjen is like if a robot was a 15yo girl and that 15yo girl got parentified because the russian revolution happened. she's not even like jealous about katniss at first until it becomes insanely obvious that gale has like deified / villainised katniss in his head not even deliberately she just represents the past/future he can never have. so evjen is like okay but why cant you just repress it better why are you making it my problem? this is not important we are literally rebuilding a government and you are getting winedrunk over your childhood situationship Man Up.

they have a daughter the first year of marriage who plutarch wanted to name peace but he got outvoted and they (evjen and gale but also The Powers That Be) settled on pax. gale calls her sweetpea :) pax hawthorne is kind of a child star from birth which evjen is fine with cos its for The Greater Good but gale is like. This Is What They Did To Katniss. but he cant say that because he banned all mentions of her.

after a few years of fail marriage they choose to get pregnant again to try and save it (BAD IDEA) and they have another daughter. The Naming Committee was a nine month process all the way till the fuckn day of childbirth. they wanted something evocative of olive branch imagery. olivia was considered but they vetoed it cos it sounded too capitol (plutarch was miffed about it and left that committee) then olive but since that's the skin colour they vetoed that too even though gale liked it. eventually went with dove :) because gale has apparently not had enough damn birds in his life

i think they do divorce once an appropriate amount of time has passed where its not bad optics. gale 3Ds (drunk, divorced, dilf) is very important to me. anyway this post is long enough my bad

[alastairstom]

Hello!

Welcome to my TSC blog, a place where I cause shenanigans and (mainly) post fanfiction! I mainly write about Thomastair, Wessa, Jordelia and my much-beloved Matthew Fairchild because that's where my interests largely lie.

My fics, published as thegirlofthorns on Ao3:

Alastair/Thomas

Dreamscapes on the Wall (multichapter, complete)

The Golden Age of Something Good & Right & Real (multichapter, complete)

A Ribbon of Dream (multichapter, complete)

Flying in a Dream, Stars by the Pocketful (Christmas multichapter, complete)

The Rest of My Life With Him (one-shot)

A Dazzling Haze, A Mysterious Way About You (one-shot)

The Diaries of Sir Thomas Lightwood, Age Fourteen (one-shot)

Part-Time Soulmate, Full-Time Problem (one-shot)

Passed Down Like Folk Songs (The Love Lasts So Long) (one-shot)

I'm a Fire and I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm (18+, one-shot)

Moonlight Sonata and I (gift for @luciehercndale)

Days Future: Paris, 1912 (one-shot)

all of you, all of me (intertwined) (gift for @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer)

The Stars Are Aligned (So Save That Heart for Me) (one-shot reincarnation AU)

I Had the Best Day (With You, Today) (Thomastair & Gracetopher, oneshot)

The Surprise (one-shot)

Baby You Got Lucky 'Cause You're Rockin' With the Best (18+, one-shot)

The Crown You Never Take Off (one-shot gift for @thevagabondexpress)

Twenty Minutes (18+, one-shot)

like a candle you burnt out (one-shot)

Kaleidoscope of Loud Heartbeats Under Coats (one-shot)

Connecting the Tide to the Sand That Was Dry (one-shot gift for @vwritesaus)

The Together, We'll Learn to Breathe Series (about Thomas and Alastair healing together) // can be read in any order

A Therapeutic Chain of Events (multichapter, complete)

You Drew Stars Around My Scars (one-shot)

a dwindling mercurial high (multichapter, complete, past Charles/Alastair)

Closets of Backlogged Dreams (multichapter, on hiatus)

Bloodsucker, Famefucker (one-shot)

Every Tear's a Rain Parade From Hell (one-shot)

Will/Tessa

When Our Eyes Meet, Darling, I Fancy You (multichapter, complete)

The Howling Wind (18+, one-shot)

Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? (one-shot)

A Tale of a Great Behemoth (one-shot)

Leaves, Cider Donuts, and William Herondale (one-shot)

This Life Is Sweeter Than Fiction (one-shot college AU)

my hips & thighs & my whispered sighs (oh lord) (18+, one-shot)

'Sentimental Boy' Is My Nom de Plume (one-shot)

Christmas on the Balcony (18+, one-shot)

Matthew

The Name We Give Our Mistakes -> Character study (multichapter, complete)

Summer Went Away (Still the Yearning Stays) -> Matthew + family (multichapter, complete)

The Cheap Severity of Abstract Ethics -> Matthew & Alastair + Thomas/Alastair (multichapter, complete)

Forces & Flowers -> Matthew & Anna (one-shot)

This Beautiful Beast -> Matthew & Oscar feat. Thomas/Alastair + Kit (one-shot)

across our great divide, there is a glorious sunrise -> Character study (one-shot)

A Combination of Shock and Awe -> Matthew & Charles feat. Will (one-shot)

The Importance of Being... -> Matthew + Thomas/Alastair

The Matthew and Alastair: Burying the Hatchet series (about Matthew and Alastair having important conversations shortly after ChoT) // can be read in any order

Prices and Vices (I End Up in Crisis) -> Matthew & Alastair (one-shot)

Your Flower's Filled With Vitriol -> Matthew & Alastair (one-shot)

In the Gutter, Looking at the Stars -> Matthew & Alastair (one-shot)

The Matthew Fairchild: An Expert in Romantics Series // can be read in any order

Life is Not Complex (We Are Complex) -> Matthew + Eugenia/OC feat. Thomas/Alastair (one-shot)

For One Moment, Our Lives Met (Our Souls Touched) -> Matthew, Magnus, + Ragnor/Catarina (gift for @themimsyborogove

Fashion is Ephemeral (Art Is Eternal) -> Matthew + Thomas/Alastair (one-shot)

The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl -> Matthew + Will/Tessa (one-shot)

A Little Sincerity (A Dangerous Thing) -> Matthew + Risa/OC feat. Alastair

James/Cordelia

It's a Love Story (Baby, Just Say Yes) (one-shot)

I Can See You (Up Against a Wall With Me) (one-shot gift for @furoruisa)

Privacy Sign on the Whole World (one-shot)

Other

Taffy Stuck & Tongue Tied -> Grace & Alastair (one-shot)

Empty Bottles, Heavy Hearts, the Memories of Broken Dreams -> Thomas character study (one-shot)

I Never Said That (I Love You) -> Catarina/Ragnor (one-shot)

Blazed Glory -> TLH ensemble shenanigans (one-shot)

the nature of love -> a poem (one-shot)

Carol of the Bells: A Winter-Themed Drabble Collection

You also will likely find a lot of Taylor Swift content here. I also post sometimes about KJ Charles' books, especially the Charm of Magpies series. Our Flag Means Death, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, Never Have I Ever, Good Omens, and Crazy Ex Girlfriend will also pop up frequently.

Thanks for reading! If you like my fics and want to support me, do consider getting me a Ko-Fi. Literally no pressure, I write for fun, but it'd be cool!

[princepotatosack]

Hello one and all and welcome to the The Duchess Affair name post. This is a list of period-accurate given names you can give your MC if you need some inspiration or want to know what kinds of names ladies had back then. I've combed through the 1809 edition of Debrett's Peerage for names of noblewomen in the 1600s and 1700s in Britain, which is where I'm taking the liberty of assuming TDA is set.

As always, you can drop any questions in my inbox, I love love love playing reference librarian :-)

Most names in this period either came from the Bible or from literature. The Bible was the most common book owned and read, so Biblical names were frequently seen. Some nobles liked to show off how cultured and educated they were by naming their children after mythological figures or characters from poetry and history, but most people of all classes named children after ancestors or loved ones (which explains why it seems like it was the same dozen names getting passed around again and again.)

Very common names -- the majority of women back then had one of these names:

Anne

Caroline

Catharine (not a typo – this was the standard spelling in the 1700s!)

Charlotte

Diana

Elizabeth

Frances

Georgiana

Henrietta

Isabella

Jane

Louisa

Margaret

Maria (pronounced like “Mariah”)

Martha

Mary

Sarah

Sophia

Less common but not unheard-of names:

Agnes

Alathea

Albinia/Albina

Alicia/Alice

Amelia/ Emilia/Emily

Arabella

Augusta

Barbara

Bridget

Cassandra

Cecilia/Cecily

Clarissa

Constance/Constantia

Dorothea/Dorothy

Eleanor

Emma

Gertrude

Grace

Harriet/Harriott

Hester

Honora/Honoria

Jemima

Judith

Julia

Juliana

Lavinia

Laetitia/Letitia

Laura

Lucy

Marianna/Marianne

Matilda

Penelope

Priscilla

Rachael

Rebecca

Susan/Susanna/Susannah

Theodosia

Theresa

Thomasina/Thomasine

Rarities and oddities -- I only came across these names once or twice each, use them to add a bit of flavor and eccentricity!!!:

Abigail

Amabel/Amabella

Amantha

Anastasia

Angelica

Annabella

Antonia

Araminta

Beatrix

Camilla

Christiana/Christina

Clara

Clementia/Clementina

Dulcibella

Esme

Ethelred

Eugenia

Felicia

Flavia

Flora

Florentia

Frederica

Gabriella

Helen/Helena

Horatia

Josepha

Leonora

Madelina

Margaretta

Narcissa

Octavia

Olivia

Philadelphia

Rose

Selina

Sibella/Sibilla/Sibylla

Tryphena

Urania

Winifred

And just for fun, some extremely British sounding surnames I found that made me chuckle aristocratically:

Beckington

Cavendish

Chatham

Courtenay

Dalrymple

Darlington

Fortescue

Gainsborough

Kingscote

Lovelace

Mountstuart

Ogilvie

Pembroke

Pierrepont

Posonby

Tattershall

Twisleton

Wentworth

Willoughby

Wriothesley

[imnotavamp1r3]

♡ TMI tag!!! ♡

So the other day I was watching some of Eugenia Cooney's old videos since I used to watch them a lot as a kid. I found some of her tag videos and I guess I thought it'd be fun to do one of those 2015 Youtube tags but on Tumblr. I'm not sure if this is going to be that interesting but yeah. You can watch Eugenia's video here btw.

🎀 What are you wearing?

I'm wearing a Misfits Marilyn Monroe t-shirt, black cargo pants, a skeleton hand bracelet, and Hello Kitty headphones because I'm listening to music right now.

🎀 Have you ever been in love?

I've had crushes but I doubt I've ever been in love

🎀 Have you ever had a terrible break up?

No

🎀 How tall are you?

168 cm or 5'6

🎀 How much do you weigh?

Last time I got weighed I think it said something like 105 lbs

🎀 Do you have any tattoos?

No

🎀 Do you have any piercings?

No and I don't even have my ears pierced

🎀 What's your OTP?

Buffy x Angel

🎀 What's your favourite show?

Gravity Falls

🎀 What are your favourite bands?

I love so many but The Pretty Reckless, Paramore, Tally Hall, Pierce The Veil, and Sleeping With Sirens are probably my top five.

🎀 What's something you miss?

Nigahiga

🎀 What's your favourite song?

I don't think I really have a favourite song but my top song on Spotify every year is always Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless so I guess that's my favourite.

🎀 How old are you?

16

🎀 What's your zodiac sign?

I'm a Gemini but I don't really know what that means other than that I'm apparently evil.

🎀 What do you look for in a partner?

I don't know

🎀 What's your favourite quote?

'I'm just a girl'

🎀 Who's your favourite actor?

Anya Taylor-Joy, she's so gorgeous and smart and she always chooses great projects (except for that one time when she was in the Play Mobil movie). She's probably my favourite scream queen too.

🎀 What's your favourite colour?

Probably really obvious but pink

🎀 Loud or soft music?

Loud

🎀 Where do you go when you're sad?

Notes app

🎀 How long does it take you to shower?

When I'm not crying, less than ten minutes

🎀 How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

Usually about 10-20 minutes

🎀 Have you ever been in a physical fight?

I have a brother so yeah

🎀 What's a turn on for you?

Guys with long hair, mainly because of Kellin Quinn

🎀 What's a turn off for you?

Guys calling girls 'females'

🎀 Why did you join Tumblr?

I was bored

🎀 What are you afraid of?

Looking dumb and doing badly in school

🎀 What was the last thing that made you cry?

Probably my mom arguing with me the last time we had lunch together.

🎀 When was the last time you said you loved someone?

I think it was to one of my friends but I'm not sure

🎀 What is the meaning behind your username?

It came from the Falling In Reverse song I'm Not a Vampire. There's not really a reason why I chose that song specifically, I just really like vampires. Originally my username was just going to be imnotavampire with no numbers, but that was taken so I added a 13 into vampire.

🎀 What was the last book you read?

Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh. I might write a whole post about it because I really enjoyed it.

🎀 What book are you currently reading?

Cleopatra and Frankenstein by Coco Mellors

🎀 What is the relationship between you and the last person you texted?

She's my mom

🎀 What is your favourite food?

Probably apples because they're the thing I eat the most

🎀 What is a place you want to visit?

I would really love to visit the Palace of Versailles. It looks so beautiful and I'm so jealous of all of the French queens who got to live there.

🎀 Where is the last place you were?

Panera Bread parking lot

🎀 Do you have a crush?

Yes, on thirty year old emo men

🎀 When was the last time you kissed someone?

I've never kissed anyone

🎀 When was the last time you were insulted?

The aforementioned lunch with my mom

🎀 What is your favourite flavour of sweets?

Strawberry. I'm so addicted to strawberry flavoured things that someone could tell me their vomit is strawberry flavoured and I'd probably try it.

🎀 What instruments do you play?

I play guitar

🎀 What is your favourite piece of jewellery?

Probably the skeleton bracelet I mentioned before because I wear it the most and my mom hates it.

🎀 What was the last sport you played?

If taking ballet as an elective in middle school counts then ballet

🎀 What is the last song you sang?

I sing a lot so I'm not really sure. Probably Bubblegum Bitch by Marina because I sing it all the time.

🎀 What is your favourite pick up line?

It's a toss up between 'Dang, girl, are you a construction worker? Because you are BUILDING,' and 'I want your bull in my Bronx.'

🎀 Have you ever used it?

No but I will

🎀 When was the last time you hung out with someone?

I have no idea. Really all I do is just rot in my room.

🎀 Who should answer these questions next?

Anyone else who also wants to overshare on the Internet

That's it, byeeeee!! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♡

[demoiselettes]

Hello! I'm a follower of yours and I really want to make a match up, it's my first time playing so I'm very nervous, my name is Eugenia(I'm from Uruguay/Latam) my pronouns are she/her and I consider myself asexual or demisexual, I have a I am short and very skinny(you can literally lift me up with one arm), I have brown hair that reaches my collarbones and is medium wavy, the only outstanding thing about my appearance is that my eyes(brown) turn green in the light and that I have moles in several places on my body (I have counted up to 18 moles).

I am a very shy person and it is difficult for me to talk to other people, I have a tone of voice that makes others think that I am angry 24/7, but the truth is something that I cannot control!

I am very helpful, if I see that you are busy I offer to help you, if I see you crying I will most likely ask you what is going on, etc.

I am somewhat dense socially but when I am in confidence I am much more cheerful and sincere, I have Asperger syndrome (variation of the autism spectrum) and it is difficult for me to measure my words and I do not have any type of filter, that is why people think that I am insensitive, but actually I get bad for any stupidity.

My hobby is drawing characters created by me, I love giving them stories and adventures, I also love reading and I get in a bad mood if they interrupt me in my reading, my dream is to be a fashion designer.

My love language is giving or receiving gifts and words of affirmation (although there are also acts of service), it makes me feel loved and special for that person and I want them to feel special too.

My ideal date would be to watch a movie(in a modern au) or go somewhere relaxed(perhaps a restaurant), although I'm preferably an indoor person.

I'D RATHER BE PAIRED WITH A HUMAN KIMETSU NO YAIBA CHARACTER PLEASE!

Thank you for reading the bible I made have a good day!😅

Eventide

I match you with Aoi Kanzaki!

•At first, the queen Aoi might find you rather undesirable to be around and she might take to avoiding you, often getting angry at you

•She later learns not to judge a book by its cover after seeing you help out here and there.

•She realizes you’re not actually a bad thing, you’re simply misunderstood. This’ll cause her to feel really guilty about the way she treated you, so the first step to your relationship would be her giving you steamed red bean paste buns as an apology(although quite nervously and grumpily)

•Aoi doesn’t mind you being shy. She’s dealt with Tengen trying to kidnap her, and she appreciates you being down to earth

•She might get offended at times if you say something rather..blunt but she soon learns about you having the Asperger syndrome and from then on, she does her best to try and makes sense of the meaning behind your words and how to interpret them, because at the end of the day she know you have a kind heart

•Honestly, she’ll be the proudest person alive if you manage to come out of your shell around her, it’s a huge achievement because you mean so much to her

•Aoi herself is rather reluctant when it comes to showing her love for you but please know that she does love you, she just doesn’t know how to show it without feeling embarrassed

•Since Shinobu and Kanao are often busy with training and/or missions, Aoi can get pretty lonely by herself since Sumi, Kiyo and Naho are often assisting to injured slayers.

•So her preferred method of relaxation is listening to you talk about your characters, making up stories about them while she cooks. If you squint hard enough, you might notice her smiling but she will deny it. She has to concentrate to not smile and in the process she might mess up the food-

•She’s learnt not to interrupt you while you’re reading since she doesn’t like seeing you upset and if anyone else interrupts you for no important reason, they’re getting scolded

•Your dream is to become a fashion designer? Aoi will bring you fabrics to work with when she comes across them while running errands for Shinobu. She’ll just say they were on sale but c’mon you know better

•If you’re shorter than her, she’ll be so smug about it

•She’s gonna grumble about why you’re this short and why you aren’t growing up when really she adores it when you have to ask for her help to reach something

•Though she would be concerned about your weight and would try to get you to eat more by fear that you might be underweight. She’s just concerned about your well-being, it’s in her blood

•You often catch her staring at your eyes, more specifically, when you’re standing in the sun.

•She’ll turn the deepest shade of red and yell about you having something on your face but she was really just enraptured with how pretty how eyes are and when they turn green in the sun my god she’s stumped

•Aaaanndd she’s memorized every visible mole that you have 🤭

•If you ask her several times, she might style your hair with butterfly hair clips! Or if you prefer, kanzashis. She’ll choose the ones that go well with your hair color and that fit your personality

[therapy-ghost]

Hello! I'm a follower of yours and I really want to make a match up, it's my first time playing so I'm very nervous, my name is Eugenia(I'm from Uruguay/Latam) my pronouns are she/her and I consider myself asexual or demisexual, I have a I am short and very skinny(you can literally lift me up with one arm), I have brown hair that reaches my collarbones and is medium wavy, the only outstanding thing about my appearance is that my eyes(brown) turn green in the light and that I have moles in several places on my body (I have counted up to 18 moles).

I am a very shy person and it is difficult for me to talk to other people, I have a tone of voice that makes others think that I am angry 24/7, but the truth is something that I cannot control!

I am very helpful, if I see that you are busy I offer to help you, if I see you crying I will most likely ask you what is going on, etc.

I am somewhat dense socially but when I am in confidence I am much more cheerful and sincere, I have Asperger syndrome (variation of the autism spectrum) and it is difficult for me to measure my words and I do not have any type of filter, that is why people think that I am insensitive, but actually I get bad for any stupidity.

My hobby is drawing characters created by me, I love giving them stories and adventures, I also love reading and I get in a bad mood if they interrupt me in my reading, my dream is to be a fashion designer.

My love language is giving or receiving gifts and words of affirmation (although there are also acts of service), it makes me feel loved and special for that person and I want them to feel special too.

My ideal date would be to watch a movie(in a modern au) or go somewhere relaxed(perhaps a restaurant), although I'm preferably an indoor person.

My favorite songs at the moment are house of memories by panic at the disco and boys will be boys by dua lipa.

I'd rather be paired with a human kimetsu no yaiba character please!

Thank you for reading the bible I made have a good day!😅

Hello, I don’t mean to come off as passive aggressive but

I do match exchanges only and

want fandom? I need a fandom to go off of

bye

[3dnygma]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💛

What a fun ask!! I went with the playlist I'm currently listening to most. It's called "Hellaverse" and contains a mixture of songs (3.5h listening time):

songs from the shows Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss

songs that the voice actors from either show appear on

songs that remind me of specific characters/relationships in either show

Here are the first five songs that showed up when I shuffled it:

More Than Anything - Reprise (from Hazbin Hotel): I don't replay this song as often but I do enjoy its scene whenever I rewatch the show. Charlie and Vaggie are so cute 🥰

Dentist! (from Little Shop of Horrors): Vox's VA Christian Borle is in this one and I just love how silly that song is. Already loved the show before Hazbin but I've been listening to it a lot these past two weeks and singing along at home.

The Fine Print (by The Stupendium): originally a fansong for The Outer Worlds (a video game that I've NEVER played whoops) but I discovered it through tiktok. The cosplay video where I first heard it was an Elias Bouchard cosplay video (from The Magnus Archives podcast) and now I primarily associate it with Vox. It really works for all sorts of "evil capitalist" villains, though.

Laplace's Angel (by Will Wood): Hello? Of COURSE Will Wood made it onto my Hellaverse playlist. My fave songs by him tend to be from the "In Case I Make It" album but this one is from "The Normal Album". You can associate this one with a bunch of fictional characters. I currently listen to it when I want to get into a #RadioSilence mood (unrequited Vox/Alastor) but it's moreso based on vibes than the actual lyrics themselves.

Introduction to the Snow (by Miracle Musical): A tiktok video used this sound in association with Alastor and I loved the audio so much that I ended up saving the song. I love these melancholic chord progressions and how drawn out they are here. Really makes you feel like you're "alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune". Hoping that I can write something similar someday because it's really inspiring.

If you feel like doing this, reply with an "X" and I can just send the message to you. Or feel free to do it without being messaged! This was really fun, thanks Eugenia :)

[classicalmusicdaily]

Adrian gives his stage debut at the Romanian National Opera Cluj-Napoca in 2003 as Zuniga in Carmen, followed by appearances as Masetto in Don Giovanni, Colline in La Bohème and Raimondo in Lucia di Lammermoor. During the 2007-08 season he was a member of the Young Artists Project at the Bavarian State Opera Munich. He could be heard in the 2008-09 season in Der Vampyr at the Teatro Comunale Bologna, in The Queen of Spades at the Opéra de Monte Carlo and in Lucia di Lammermoor at the Deutsche Oper am Rhein Düsseldorf. Starting with the 2009-10 season he became a member of the Deutsche Opera am Rhein Düsseldof. In 2011 he made his debut as Leporello in Don Giovanni at the Salzburg Festival and appeared in the same role in 2012 at the Bolshoi Theatre Moscow, in the frame of a tour of the Teatro alla Scala di Milano and in 2013 at the Staatsoper Berlin under the baton of M° Daniel Barenboim. He is winner of various singing competitions: International Singing Competition „Hariclea Darclée“, International Singing Competition „Eugenia Moldoveanu“ and so many others. Dear Adrian, it’s a pleasure to talk to you! Only a few know that you are the first artist I have ever interviewed, back in 2016, so it is also, indirectly, thanks to you that OPERA Charm Magazine was eventually born, 4 years later. Thank you very much for believing in me at that time and for accepting our invitation! It’s a pleasure! Hello, Bianca, the pleasure is mine, as it was 6 years ago. Thank you for the invitation. First of all I have to admit I am happy as well as a bit proud to have contributed, even indirectly, to the birth of such an interesting project. Congratulations to you and the whole OPERA Charm team for your dedication! First of all, where do our questions find you? How did Anna Bolena go? This was a role debut for you, wasn’t it? Well, Anna Bolena had it’s last performance at the Dutch National Opera two days ago and I am already in Aix-en-Provence rehearsing for Rossini’s Moïse et Pharaon as Pharaon for this year’s Summer Festival. Yes, Enrico VIII was a role debut as is Pharaon, by the way, so two in a row. This is the exciting dynamics of our profession, sometimes you sing for seasons in a row only the roles you already have in your repertoire and then comes a time, like this year for me, with three role debuts. The third one will be Count Rodolfo in La sonnambula, but I prefer not to say where, since the season is not announced yet from what I know. Coming back to Anna Bolena, I have to say it was a production that I enjoyed a lot, lovely house to work in, wonderful conductor and colleagues, great staging, beautiful costumes and set, so I was spoiled to have my debut under this circumstances and now that it is over, I am missing it already. reposted from https://opera-charm.com/

[geryone]

hi hannah! i'm sorry if you've answered this before, but do you have any favorite poetry books/anthologies? i'm looking into reading more collections instead of just individual poems. thanks so much (love your blog btw)!

Hello! I’m always happy to recommend! Here are some of my old favorites & some new exciting collections that I’ve devoured!! ❤️

Favorite collections:

* Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz

* Smoking the Bible by Chris Abani

* Headless John the Baptist Hitchhiking: Poems by C. T. Salazar

* Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod by Traci Brimhall

* Kingdom Animalia by Aracelis Girmay

* The Renunciations: Poems by Donika Kelly

Newly published collections I’ve adored:

* Trace Evidence: Poems by Charif Shanahan

* The Shared World: Poems by Vievee Francis

* I Do Everything I'm Told by Megan Fernandes (this technically isn’t out until next week but I LOVED this collection and highly recommend picking it up)

* Bianca by Eugenia Leigh

* Judas Goat: Poems by Gabrielle Bates

Not a huge anthology reader but I’ve really enjoyed these:

* The Dead Animal Handbook: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry

* We Want It All: An Anthology of Radical Trans Poetics

* Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color

* Living Nations, Living Words: An Anthology of First Peoples Poetry

[cryinginblaseball]

🥺🤡✨!

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I think we have this in common, but I really like it when people drop their facades and have for real talks with each other. I think that's a lot of the appeal of me making Greer be friends with Eugenia -- eventually, Eugenia makes Greer say true things with those things... what do you call them? Oh, emotions! It works for everything! Sit down talks, strained phone calls, drunken text messages, all of it!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Okay, so lately I re-read through EUGENIA GARBAGE FINDS SOME CAT EARS IN A DUMPSTER AND DECIDES TO MAKE IT EVERYONE’S PROBLEM, which has a lot of choice lines in it, but this exchange make me laugh every time:

Dot: Hey, what's happening? [Everyone turns to look at Dot] Dot: Dot: oh no, I'm in Nyalifax again Dot: Hello, the Myoist Talkers, I am from a place called Sunken Halifax York: Eugenia: Dot, it's just us! we got cat ears now! York: Dot: Oh Dot: Why?

There's a lot of things I like in this:

Dot is so used to inter-dimensional hopping that they think they've hopped again,

to a place called Nyalifax

They’ve been to Nyalifax before

Eugenia's explanation, and Dot saying Oh. And then Why? Like, questions answered. New question.

And it's Dot, so all of this is sincere and earnest, and I love them for that

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

So like, to toot my own horn, I do characters really well. I can make people care about minor characters, or flesh out major characters that stay with you for a long time. And I give them the love they deserve, and that makes people love them in return.

Thanks for the asks!

[winterdollsblog]

The Herongraystairs are one big happy family and they came to celebrate Tessa's birthday

Check it out on ao3 or you can read it below the cut

Tessa had returned home from her day of meetings, she realised the house was strangely quiet. A smile came to her face as she heard her beautiful children laughing together.

Tessa always thanked her guardian angels that the situation of her children's parentage was never an issue. Lucie saw Mina as her sister, and James saw Kit as his brother.

Tessa dropped her keys into the bowl, hung up her coat and walked into the living room to see her children sitting on the floor, making something. "What are you all doing, angels?" She asked, causing Lucie to immediately throw a blanket over the mess of paper and boxes.

"Mam! Your home!" Lucie squealed as she and Mina immediately jumped up to hug her. Tessa hugged her girls back and walked over and ruffled her boys hair. "What are you all doing?" She asked with a laugh as Kit pushed the blanket down as Tessa tried to lift it.

"It's a surprise for your--" Mina started before Kit put his hand on her mouth. "What Mina means is: it's a toy duck for Church. You know how Will is with ducks." Kit smoothly answered.

Tessa repressed a chuckle. She knew what day it was, she knew her children too well, but she decided to play along. "Oh, of course. Speaking of which, where are your father's?"

"Dad is in the kitchen with Uncle Will," Mina replied after jamming her elbow into Kit's side. Tessa kissed her daughter's head as she went to the kitchen. Her heart never failed to warm at the sight of Jem's smile. "Hello, my angel, welcome home." Jem said with a smile of pure joy as he gave Tessa a quick kiss before grabbing a spoon and heading back to his bowl.

"Thank you, my love. What are you making?" She asked with a bright, cheerful smile as she tried to scoop some of Jem's cooking but was returned with gentle taps on her hand. "Lunch for all of us." He answered. "Mmmhmmm, it looks like cake, angel." He gave her a playful smile.

"I never said that, my love." She rolled her eyes playfully. "I know it's my birthday. And that you all have a surprise for me." "Do we?" Jem asked in pure innocence.

Tessa shook her head and gave him another kiss as Will stuck his head in the kitchen from the garden door. "My darling wife is home!" Tessa let out a string of giggles as William swept her into a hug and planted a deep kiss on her lips.

Her eyes caught on a small bag Will had dropped at the door.

"What's in the bag, my love?" She asked. "Never you mind, Beautiful." He answered.

"I know it's my birthday, William." Tessa said as she crossed her arms over her chest. William ignored her and put his hands on her shoulders and steered her to the stairs. "Now, I set up a gorgeous bath for you, because I'm sure you're tired tense from your meetings. So, go rest."

She sighed in relief at the thought of soaking in the bathtub. "A bath does sound lovely." She admitted. William nodded (clearly proud of himself) and kissed the top of her head. "Precisely, angel. Take all the time you need to relax and unwind, and we'll be all downstairs when you're done."

And Tessa took him for his word and slipped into the tub.

***

After an hour of blissful soaked Tessa decided it was time to get up. She put on her dressing down and walked into her bedroom to see her best friend Sophie Lightwood sitting on her bed.

"Sophie? What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise. "I'm here for your birthday, of course, dear." She answered then held up a neatly wrapped box. "For you, dearest."

Tessa came and sat by the best friend and opened the box to see a beautiful white dress. It reminded Tessa of dresses from 1878, she couldn't explain why she loved that style; Tessa just did. But it meant the world to Tessa knowing that her best friend knew her so well. "I love it, dear. It's absolutely beautiful." Tessa said as she wrapped Sophie in a hug.

"I found the dress while I was out with Eugenia and Barbara and I knew it was perfect for you." Sophie replied as she took her best friend's hand. "Come on, everyone's waiting for you, dearest." Tessa smiled as she quickly put on the dress and let Sophie lead her downstairs.

Everything downstairs was dark and quiet, Tessa could hear the quiet giggles of her daughters from behind the living room door. The second Sophie opened the door: blissful chaos erupted from the room.

Lucie and Mina set of two party poppers, James and Kit sang the tune of "Happy Birthday" into their horns; and Jem and William each held up the ends of a sign saying "happy birthday, our angel!!" Even Church joined the festivities by wearing a birthday hat and has decided to take a nap.

Tessa couldn't stop her happy tears at how her family never failed to gather together for their birthday.

"Happy birthday, Mam." James said as he hugged her. "Mum, come open your presents!" Mina said as she held up a box. Tessa smiled as she came and sat down on the floor with her family. She took her box from Mina and unwrapped it.

"Oh, Mina! It's beautiful!" Inside the box was a simple picture frame saying "the best family in the world" and it showed a collage of the father's and the kids.

Mina looked proud of herself as she hugged her mother.

"Open mine next, Mum." Kit jumped in bringing up his box. Tessa opened the box and immediately hugged Kit tight. Kit's gift was a picture of her and Kit hugging on the couch as they each read their books; Jem had taken while he tried to learn photography, but it was the caption that melted Tessa's heart. "The best mother ever"

She smiled at Kit and kissed his forehead. "I love you, my angel, thank you."

"Okay, me next! Me next!" Lucie said excitedly as she brought over her gift. "Okay, okay, sweetheart." Tessa said with a laugh as she took the box and opened it.

Inside laid a simple necklace with a golden angel pendant. "I know you believe in your guardian angel, so I figured you'd love it." Lucie said, promoting Tessa to kiss her cheek.

"It's perfect, LuLu." Tessa said as James came over with his gift. She opened it and laughed as she pulled out a small statue of four angel figures with her children's faces on them. "Now you all really are my angels. Thank you, sweetheart. I love it."

The kids made room on the floor for Jem and William as they each took a spot either side of Tessa. "Happy birthday, my angel." Jem said as he handed her his gift. She opened it and immediately cried happy tears: inside was a little sculpture of Blackfriars Bridge, the same bridge Jem had asked Tessa to marry him, but with one addition: on top of the bridge was a little figure of a woman with a man on his knees, showing the woman a ring.

"Oh, my love. It's absolutely beautiful." Tessa said as she leaned in to share a kiss with Jem. "Where am I, though??" William asked, making everyone laugh as he grinned.

"And last, but not least: my final husband's gift." Tessa said as William handed his gift. She opened it and cried yet again: inside was a little statue of two figures (bearing a very similar look to her and William) Tessa read the quote on the base of the statue: The sound of her voice, the light of her face, the touch of her hand, had a strong beneficial influence with him almost always

She immediately understood the reference to A Tale of Two Cities.

"It's perfect, my angel. Absolutely perfect. All your presents are." Tessa said as she smiled and her family. "Now, for the cake!" Lucie said as she got up and dimmed the lights.

Sophie walked out of the kitchen carrying a beautifully decorated cake with candles lit and looking stunning, everyone started singing as Sophie placed the cake on the table.

"Make a wish, Mum!" Mina said, and Tessa immediately knew what that wish was.

And so Tessa blew out the candles as the wish filled her mind. Let my angels stay with me forever

[imherongraystairstrash]

I know you write about relationships in TLH and TID that are rarely/seldom touched on in the books or extras, but I wanted to know if you would consider a Christopher and Thomas Lightwood fic. Maybe the first time they are both in the lab and Thomas experiences the first of the many explosions which Kit unintentionally created. You could follow it up with another scene: Thomas pointing out to Christopher what had led up to the explosion (a misidentified component or measurement).

Of course! I absolutely adore the Lightwood cousins! I put a tiny bit of all of them in this fic, but it's mostly focused of Thomas and Kit :)

Thomas and Kit:

Thomas’ sisters have been giggling for what felt like days. Not only giggling, but they kept pestering him, asking about what men fancied the most in women.

Oh, Tommy, do men like shorter hair or longer hair?

Do men prefer a woman who speaks softly or says what’s on her mind?

Thomas would always say the same thing: I don’t know.

Because, really, he didn’t. He’d never thought of women in that way, though the angel knew he’d tried. He simply couldn’t. His mind told him to like one thing, but his heart said otherwise. It was frustrating. And very confusing.

“Why can’t you just be yourselves?” Thomas said. “Who cares what the men think?”

They giggled again, which made Thomas furrow his eyebrows.

“Don’t you understand, Tom? You have to lure them in by attracting their attention, and then, once you have them wrapped around your finger—”

“Then, you can show your true colors.” Barbara finished.

“That’s a terrible idea.” Thomas said. “You’re just wasting your time.”

They both shook their heads in perfect synchronization.

“He’s too young.” Eugenia said.

“And innocent.” Barbara replied.

Thomas rolled his eyes as they giggled again, and began discussing possible bachelors.

Thomas could only tolerate two minutes before he felt suffocated and stood up, frustrated.

“Wait, we still need you.” Eugenia said.

“Where are you going, Tommy?” Barbara asked.

“Out.” He snapped, taking his coat from the hanger and tugging it on. He let the door close behind him, ignoring his urge to slam it, and quickly made his way down the steps of his house.

The cold air bit into his skin and made its way to his neck and down his back. He silently cursed his sisters for making him leave in such a rush that he forgot to take his scarf.

Thomas walked down the streets of London, letting movement cool his head.

He was tired of the world. Angry at it. The way his sisters embraced it and tried their very best to be a part of it. The way it would force him to live his life differently, with someone he could never truly love.

He wished it would disappear, leave him alone, and yet it was always there, floating over his head like a shadow.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and briskly crossed the street.

Most days, Thomas missed Idris; walking barefoot through the forest and simply being outside in the clean, rich air. In Idris, if he wanted to be alone, he could. He could lay on the grass and fill his lungs with it’s wonderful scent, or climb a tree and hum melodies of his own creation. Of course, he liked the fact that in London, he could be with his friends, but there are some things even friends can’t quite help with. His friends could calm his mind the way the soft breeze that ruffled his hair or singing of birds could.

Thomas didn’t realize where he was going until he was standing in front of his Aunt and Uncle’s house.

He knocked on the door, and when nobody answered, he shrugged and opened it.

He made his way through the house, poking his head in certain rooms, trying to find one of the residents. It was usually quiet today. He looked into the parlor and found Cecily with her back to him. She was swaying back and forth, her hair falling from it’s bun.

“Hello, Aunt Cecy.” Thomas said.

Cecily turned, and smiled when she saw him. Her eyes had bags under them, as she and Uncle Gabriel were very tired these days, the reason for which was soundly snoozing in Cecily’s arms. Thomas’ new baby cousin, Alexander (whom Kit had informed Thomas was very loud) apparently has lungs of steel. Cecily had said she looked like a raccoon these days, but Thomas thought she still looked as pretty as always. “Oh, hello Thomas. Have you come to see Christopher?” She asked, rearranging Alex’s blanket.

Thomas nodded, “is he here?”

“In his room. He’s been awfully quiet today.” She said, simply. Then she furrowed her eyebrows, as if realizing what she’d just said.

“Do make sure he's not partaking in something foolish while you’re there, Thomas, would you?”

“Yes, Aunt.” Thomas said, making his way up the stairs.

He hadn’t wanted to come any closer to his baby cousin, for fear that he’d wake him, and Aunt Cecy would have to put him to sleep again.

Thomas waved at Uncle Gabriel as he passed him in the study, as he walked down the hall. Gabriel waved back half-heartedly, as if the life had been sucked out of him.

When Thomas opened the door to Christopher’s room, he found him bent over the table in his room.

“You’re going to hurt your back if you stand like that.” Thomas said as a way of greeting.

His cousin looked up immediately.

“Shut the door,” he hissed.

Surprised and confused, Thomas did so, and Kit straightened.

“What ho! How wonderful that you are here, Tom. I was working on something fascinating.”

“Is it related to science in any way, because last time you tried something like it, you blew up one of Henry’s walls.”

“That was because I made a simple mistake.” Kit said, with a wave of his hand. “This time it’s different.”

Thomas wasn’t very convinced. He noted Kit’s askew cravat, his tousled hair, his glasses that sat crooked on his nose and his wide-eyed gaze and concluded that his cousin has officially lost his head.

“Why did you look like I’d committed the largest sin on the planet when I left the door open?” Thomas said, deciding to change the subject.

Kit scowled. “Alexander.”

Thomas blinked. “You’ll have to be a little bit more specific than that.”

“Any small amount of noise and Alexander will cry for hours.” Christopher said, scrawling something on a paper. “At least this way I don’t have to hear the racket so much.”

“Oh,” Thomas said.

“I don’t know why Mum and Dad even wanted another baby. They’re demonic creatures.”

“I thought you liked Alex.”

“When he didn’t cry so much.” Kit said, rather darkly.

Thomas had never seen his cousin so…gothic? Not only was he strangely gothic, but he has also thrown himself into science experiments, which didn’t settle well with Thomas. It was as if he were a mad scientist and Thomas, who’d read Frankenstein, didn’t think those two words were ever a good combination.

He cast an uneasy glance at Kit, who was biting his bottom lip as he combined two solutions.

“Kit, what are you even trying to accomplish?”

“Oh, erm, actually, I don’t know. I’m just observing what will happen if you combine— Oh, that’s not good,” Kit said.

“What’s not good?” Thomas asked, just as a large explosion answered the question for him.

“What the Hell was that?!” They heard Gabriel’s frantic voice call from the hall, just as Alexander began wailing and Cecily let out a noise that started out as frustration, then became something halfway between confusion and worry. Christopher, covered in soot, simply stared, dumbfounded, at the place where the vial had once been.

“Erm…” Thomas said, unsure of how to answer the question his uncle asked.

Not that it mattered, as Gabriel burst into the room a few seconds later. Much like his son, he blinked and just stared at the explosion site for the moment it took Cecily to come inside with a red faced Alexander in her arms. The latter was rubbing at his puffy eyes with his small fists, clearly not happy to have been woken up from his nap in such a way.

“Christopher Gideon Gabriel Lightwood, what in the name of Raziel have you done?” Cecily said, not hysterically, like most parents might ask, but more so weary, as though she wasn’t entirely surprised by the fact that there was an explosion in her residence on a Sunday morning.

Kit shrugged, still staring at the explosion site.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Thomas said, “but are these chemicals toxic? Shouldn’t we be evacuating?”

And for the first time in Thomas’ life, he saw his Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Cecily exchange a wide-eyed expression before Cecily ordered them all out of the room and briskly led them down the hallway.

She knocked on Anna’s door as they passed it. “Cariad, make haste, we’re evacuating the house.”

“Why?” Anna asked in a bored and strangely breathless voice, as if she were dancing.

“Your brother caused an explosion. Did you really not hear it?” Gabriel said.

“Oh, that’s what that was?”

“Yes, now come outside before you start glowing in the dark from the toxic fumes.” Cecily said firmly.

Anna groaned. “Alright. Let me get dre— I mean, I’ll be right down.”

Cecily sighed and continued down the hall.

…

Thomas waited outside with the Lightwoods, Anna climbing out of her window a short while later, not bothering to straighten her simple dress as she landed. If either Gabriel and Cecily were by any means surprised by Anna’s exit, neither remarked upon it. Nor did they mind that Anna was barefoot or that her wavy hair was unbound, waving in the wind like an ebony banner.

Gabriel and Cecily were simple folk, in that sense. They didn’t waste time trying to make their children conform to society, they just let them roam free.

Well, except for now, as they were scolding Kit, Cecily forbade him from any sort of experimentation within their house. They may differ from parents in many ways, but they were still parents, regardless.

Anna slumped down beside Thomas, watching the house.

“Another day, another dollar in the Lightwood residence.” Anna said mournfully.

Thomas just stared blankly ahead.

“One of these days, Tom, I’m going to get my own flat.”

Thomas nodded.

“And you can have my room here.” Anna said.

Thomas snorted. “Your room is pink. Very pink.”

Anna pressed her lips together. “Believe me, I’m aware.”

When Kit was done being scolded, he came over to them. Anna patted the grass next to where she was sitting and Kit plopped down beside her.

“How angry are they?” Anna asked.

Kit just frowned.

“At least they’re not disappointed.” Anna said, ruffling his hair.

Kit just pressed his lips together, identical to the way his sister had done shortly before. Anna and Kit looked very alike, despite their coloring. They always denied it, of course, just as Thomas always denies it when others say that he looks like his sisters.

“Well, you two are a dull bunch.” Anna said, getting up. “If neither of you are going to talk, I might as well leave.”

They watched her go to her father, most likely making a joke as she walked and despite everything that happened, Gabriel chuckled.

Kit scooted closer to Thomas, who put a hand on his cousin’s back.

“Maybe next time, you should study the chemicals better.” Thomas said, “see how they react to other chemicals. I don’t think spontaneity is something scientists encourage.”

Kit looked up.

“And maybe don’t do it in your room?” Thomas said.

Christopher nodded.

Thomas looked straight ahead, and they sat in a comfortable silence.

“Do you really hate Alex?” Thomas asked after a while.

“Not really.” Kit said. “He is just vexing sometimes.”

Thomas huffed a laugh. “I feel the same about Genia and Babs sometimes, if that makes you feel better.”

“I still like Alex, though.”

Thomas hummed. “Yes, I still love my sisters too.”

Thomas leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes. He may not be in Idris, but at least he still had his family. He may be different and the rest of the world might shun him, but at least his parents would still love him.

At least he was alive, and though sometimes it wasn’t always perfect, life was still good.

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[cant-think-of-anything]

Artist AU

Kamala sighed when her phone went off once more. Pulling her arm free of Eugenia, she reached over to silence it before the notification caught her eye. 

“Who is it?” Eugenia asked. 

“Alastair posted on TikTok. He usually never does. It isn’t even privated.” 

Tapping her screen, she watched as her friend complain for a solid sixty seconds about the homophobia of not having a boyfriend to inflict his endless doodling on. Snorting, she tossed her phone to Eugenia. 

“Shameless.” Her partner muttered before forwarding it to her brother. 

“Alastair’s going to murder you for that,” Kamala laughed, tipping her head onto Eugenia’s fluffy hair. 

“Let him try.” A hand snaked up to play with one of the stars dangling from her ear.

“He couldn’t do it from Paris anyway. You’ll likely receive a very passive aggressive text and lose his trust for maybe a day or two.” 

“Paris?”

“He went there for some piece study or another- why do you have that look in your eye?”

Eugenia made a grab for her phone again, her face glimmering excitedly. “Where in Paris?”

“Near the Louvre, Eugenia-”

“Right right, but Thomas is in Paris. And if Alastair is as desperate as he was in that TikTok...”

“Oh dear. Should we really be doing this darling?” 

Shaking her head Eugenia began typing out a message. Kamala wanted to be mad, she really did but sometimes it seemed like an impossible task. And who was she to deny her partner such joy? Crossing her legs she sent a message of her own. 

K: Hey, do you remember that bookstore you were telling me about? 

A: yes

K: Well, could you buy something for me? I need to give my professor a gift.

A: you’re paying me back. 

“Well he’s a delightful person to text,” Eugenia said, resting her head on Kamala’s shoulder to read their messages. Kamala spied the address she had sent to her brother. 

“Well they’re headed to the same place. We’ve basically ambushed them.” 

“Lovely isn’t it? I’ll make sure to warn Tom, god knows he can’t go into this unprepared.” 

~~~

Thomas loved his sister. He really did, but forcing him to leave his hotel room in the middle of the night and make an excursion to a vague bookstore for a random gift seemed very random, even for them. 

Sighing he knelt next to the bookshelf sifting through the dusty papers before he heard the distant chime of the door, admitting a new customer. Glancing at his watch he frowned. The store was quite obscure;  and it was an odd hour of the night. Before he could he could glance at the door, his phone went off.

“Eugenia- were there really no presents in your general vicinity?”

His sister’s laugh sounded through the device. “Not the present I want you to find.” 

“What does that even-”

The customer- the only other customer in the store was standing in his aisle. 

“Oh.”

“Did you find him? He’s the guy-”

“From the video- yes, yes I know.” He whispered furiously into the mic.

Thomas was unlikely to ever forget that video. He had replayed it quite a few times but he certainly hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t looked at the username so the man really was a mystery but the face was unmistakable. It was mostly obscured by waves of dark hair, long enough to tuck back but it hung loose now. For being so deep into the night the other man was dressed quite well, the faint glint of his earrings visible in the low light of the store. 

“Hello?” 

Nearly dropping the phone, Thomas snapped his eyes away, praying both that the man hadn’t noticed and that the flush on his face wasn’t visible. 

“I’m going to murder you.” 

“That’s the spirit! Don’t screw this up!” The line went flat.

A hand tapped on his arm, nearly making Thomas jump.

“Oh- sorry.” The man was standing directly in front of him now. An unplaceable accent coated his words. His face was decidedly even more breathtaking in person, sharp angles and dark eyes. Thomas stared at the light fixture before it became too evident that he was staring. 

“I just needed the-” The man gestured somewhat awkwardly to the shelf between them. “My friend sent me to buy something…” 

Thomas nodded wanely. “Eugenia?” 

He glanced up sharply at that. “No, not Eugenia. Their girlfriend- you know Eugenia?”

“Unfortunately,” Thomas said, still averting his eyes. “I don’t think she needs you to buy anything.” 

Understanding dawned on his face. “I see.”

“Right” Thomas began in a rush “We can just pretend this didn’t happen Mr…”

He shook his head. “Alastair.” Before he could be interrupted he added. “Thomas. I see now. Well if the girls worked so hard to get us here I see no reason to dismiss that effort.”

“Wait what?”

“She sent you the TikTok didn’t she? This is why all my videos are private.”

“Shame they are.” Thomas said before he could stop himself. 

Alastair’s eyebrows flicked up. “Well if you saw the TikTok I assume you remember what I wanted.” He gestured, boldly tilting his face up.

Feeling his face heat up, Thomas held out his arm, silently reminding himself to not be as harsh when berating his sister for setting him up in such a fashion later. Long fingers wrapped around his forearm, considering before he felt the cold brush of a marker start to trace lines across his skin.

“I suppose not everything Eugenia plans ends in complete disaster.” Alastair said, tracing the beginnings of a rose.

“Just usually,” he responded, eliciting a laugh from the shorter man. “Would you like to meet up tomorrow? I don’t quite know my way around yet.”

Alastair's smile seemed to almost illuminate the store when he responded “I would love to.”

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[alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer]

the ghost of unbroken love pt 1

Summary: Thomas pays the Carstairs home a visit once the dust has settled (COI spoilers!)

Read it on AO3 | Fanfiction Masterlist

CW: PTSD, implied child abuse, bullying

thanks to @littlx-songbxrd for the title :) (it’s a line from “silhouettes” by sleeping at last)

Alastair’s eyes widened in surprise when he opened the front door to see Thomas Lightwood standing before him. “What are you doing here?” 

“Hello to you, too,” he replied, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Alastair’s hands. “Why do you have a hedgehog?” 

He turned away slightly, gently stroking the hedgehog in his palm. “Excuse you, don’t be rude to Alfred.” 

Thomas gave a slight smile. “My apologies, Alfred. Wait- Isn’t that Christopher’s hedgehog?” 

Alastair’s eyes flared, clearly offended. “He is not! He was merely watching him for a few days.” 

“Ah, I do think he mentioned that. My mistake.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” 

“Since when do you have a pet hedgehog, though?” 

He tried to focus on the feeling of Alfred squirming in his palms and not on the tall, handsome masterpiece of a man standing before him, or on the memory of what his lips and skin tasted like. “If you’re here to try to change my mind-” 

“I’m not, don’t worry. I just… I thought that perhaps we could talk, now that some of the excitement has passed.” 

Alastair sighed. “Fine, come in, then, before you freeze.” 

Thomas followed him in, shaking some of the melting ice and snow from his hair and hanging up his coat. His nose and ears were red from the cold. 

“It truly would not kill you to wear a hat, you know,” Alastair commented. 

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve a reputation to uphold, don’t I? What would my friends and I be known for if not our aversion to hats?” 

“Besides being a nuisance, you mean?” 

Thomas smirked. “Kit did look after Alfred for you.” 

“Believe me, any time I mention you and your Merry boys, I never mean Christopher.” 

He chuckled. “That’s fair.” Thomas’ eyes drifted to the piano. Alastair cursed silently to himself, realizing that he’d left the fallboard open earlier. “You play?” 

“I…” Alastair hesitated. He certainly used to. He wanted to, again. He could play music from a sheet without much effort, though he was still rusty, but playing written music was never what Alastair had enjoyed about playing. He’d always found his joy in creating, in taking written words and crafting it into a beautiful melody. That had been what he was attempting earlier, before he’d gotten overwhelmed and abandoned the project to fetch Alfred to calm him down, before Thomas had arrived at his doorstep. But it was a lost cause, for the part of Alastair that created, the part that dreamed, had died long ago. “Sometimes. Sometimes I do.” 

Thomas pulled something out of his coat. “I, uh, I brought you something. I thought… Well, I’m not sure what I thought. I’m certainly not an expert in dealing with grief. But this is one of the books I read after Barbara died, and I thought it was a helpful distraction, and I figured at the very least you could amuse yourself with my trying to make sense of it all in the margins.” 

Alastair gave him a small smile while placing Alfred down on the sofa and accepted the book. It was a volume of Sufi poetry, written in Farsi and Arabic. “Thank you, this… it means a lot.” 

The conversation stumbled awkwardly for the next few minutes until finally Thomas made a pensive noise. “May I… May I ask you something?” 

Alastair paused. “You may.” 

“Why are you still friends with them?” 

Alastair cast a dark gaze away from him. “I already told you, I-” 

“You have no friends, I know. But you certainly pretend to be friendly with them, at the very least. You certainly don’t treat them anything like the way we’ve treated you.” 

You don’t treat them anything like the way you’ve treated me, he wanted to say, but he knew that he would be deflecting to bring it up now. The truth was that Alastair asked himself the same questions. Why was he civil with them, friendly even? Why did he placate his father knowing how he would still treat him? He was sure he could see the wheels turning in Thomas’ brain, though his face betrayed none of it, wondering how badly they could have truly treated him if he was able to stay so amicable with them. Alastair, too, often worried if his own memories were lying to him, tricking him. “I can hardly blame them, can I? When I myself have done horrible things?” 

Thomas hesitated. “That- That’s not really fair, is it?” 

“I’m not sure what you mean.” 

“Well, it sounded like, at the time, you hadn’t done anything yet. At least, not to them.” 

“What’s it matter? What goes around comes around.” 

“More like what comes around goes around. Life isn’t just some twisted justice system, paying for crimes you hadn’t yet committed. What reasons did they have for treating you the way they did? Have they apologized?” Alastair’s brain stalled as Thomas added, “Do you think they owe you one?” 

Alastair could feel his heart beating, blood rushing to his head, his chest constricting. “Why are you doing this?” he demanded a little too forcefully. “I told you to leave me alone!” 

Thomas took a daring step towards him. “I think you think you deserved it. You think that you’re a monster, that you’re dangerous, a terrible person. You think that means they were justified in hurting you. That’s bullshit, Alastair. No one deserves to go through what you did, even someone who is terrible, and you are not. You’ve done bad things, certainly, but you’ve had reasons for doing each of them, and not one was that you are a terrible person. You are none of the things that you call yourself. You are strong and resilient and compassionate, and you love with your whole heart even those who do not deserve it.” 

Alastair took a step back. “You’re wrong.” He wasn’t. Alastair hated feeling so seen, so vulnerable. He wanted to scream. Why wasn’t it enough, then? His love was never enough to make his father want to change, to get better. It was not even enough to get him to stop throwing things at him whenever the night quit going his way. His love was not enough to make Charles love him back. Even the boys at the Academy, Augustus and the rest, he’d spent so much time and energy trying desperately for them to genuinely like him, but it was never enough. He was fairly certain that it never would be. Thomas was wrong, Alastair was none of the things Thomas believed him to be, he was weak and pathetic and whatever love he held inside of him was broken at its core. “You ask me why I treat the boys from school better than you treated me, but why do you? You and your friends have never given them a fraction of the grief you’ve given me, even Augustus after he hurt your sister so terribly. Why?” 

Alastair could see the defenses light behind Thomas’ eyes. “Don’t talk about Eugenia as if you know what happened!” 

Alastair looked him in the eyes without a hint of expression on his face. “I do, and I know because she told me.” 

Thomas stumbled on his words, unsure of how to respond. 

“I told you why I was cruel to you lot at school, but I did not tell you why I spread that rumor. The truth is that I was hurting and I was scared and all I wanted was for you to leave me alone, but you wouldn’t. And then Matthew came, running his mouth with his endless nonsense, poking fun at the way I looked and reminding me yet again that there is not a single person on this Earth who sees me as anything more than an afterthought. And so I repeated that rumor to him. And I repeated it again, and again, because I was angry, because when Matthew blew up my belongings, my father decided that the cost to replace them was more than simply the coinage at the shops.” Alastair inhaled, pushing away the memory of the fury in his father’s eyes when he came home that semester. 

Releasing a shaky breath, Alastair continued, “And I know. I know that wasn’t fair to him, or to you, or to your parents. But I have been trying to apologize for five months, only you decided without even hearing my apology that I did not deserve forgiveness. What now, Thomas? Now that you know my secrets, you’ve seen my scars? Do I deserve forgiveness? Do I deserve to be hated? Because truly I cannot keep track.” He gestured to the door, his voice now angry. “Who are you to decide what is deserved and undeserved? You do not get to come here and pretend like you understand me or my life. You and your friends think that you’re better than everyone else, but I have a secret for you: you are not morally superior simply because you are less broken than the rest of us. Get out of my house.” 

“Alastair-” Thomas tried, but he was cut off. 

“Leave, Thomas. And put me out of your mind. I left Charles because I did not wish to be his secret, and I will not be yours, either.” 

Thomas looked like he was about to speak, but stopped himself. He looked hurt and confused, something like a wounded puppy. Alastair would not flinch. Finally, he obliged, though he turned at the last moment. “I’m sorry,” he said in a small voice, though not ingenuine. Alastair shut and bolted the door without responding. 

Once the door was secure, Alastair sank to his knees, a million thoughts and feelings flooding his brain, from relief to anger to utter despair. Shaky breath after shaky breath, he attempted to piece the world back together again.

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