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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Good afternoon, hi, hello, happy timezone to you OMG. I am in love. Obsessed I tell you. Kitten Alec is my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. And it's Wednesday! Any chance for a bit more of maybe I'm the villain?

I cannot tell you how much fun I'm having with Magnus and Alec's ears. And Magnus and Alec's tail! Alec's tail wrapped around Magnus' wrist!

If you'll excuse me, I need to go find a Victorian fainting couch to fall on as I swoon from delight while contemplating all these glorious pictures you've put in my head. ❤️

^_^ hehe i love all flavors of dragon and cat malec and i realized that this is a world where shadowhunters/seelies/warlocks have marks and other forms. vampires dont have them and werewolves nly have wolf features.

i hope you enjoy swooning! alec is definitely going to swoon at sme point on magnus' sunlit window seat

i am also having fun and tbh, alec is going to be having fun at some point too ^_^

thank laws and i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

— Alec can’t help but relax further into Magnus the more his tail is petted.

Between the tether and the petting, Alec is the most vulnerable he’s ever been and experiencing the most intimacy of his life. It’s overwhelming to a degree where all he can do is press his forehead against the scales of Magnus’ neck and try to focus on his scent.

It’s rich and woodsy and deep with earth scents that cause Alec to nuzzle closer. His tail has once again betrayed him and he knows it’s wrapped devotedly around Magnus’ wrist. Magnus’ wrist is being greedily held captive and Alec continually tells himself that the only reason he hasn’t pulled away is because at this point, what does it matter?

Nails tease at sensitive skin until he shakes even as Magnus calls out, apparently resuming court even as he ignores another drink to instead keep both hands on Alec.

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Magnus palms Alexander’s ass and delights in the tightening twitch of the thick tail around his arm. Alexander’s ears also betray him, flicking back and then forward as his breath comes in tiny pants that end with little kitten licks to Magnus’ neck.

It’s nearly too much to let go and the moment that just enough time has passed, Magnus has his teeth in Alexander’s neck and is greedily bruising flesh and muscle even as he breaks skin and breaks blood to the surface. It’s a mouthful of pure ambrosia and the mere taste of Alexander’s lifeblood fills Magnus with a devouring lust even as he swallows another mouthful.

It’s with lingering tenderness that Magnus licks the bite — until it’s preserved in a half-healed state that will scar even with angelic or magical intervention.

Alexander shakes and whines but makes no true protest and Magnus croons even as he pets Alexander’s ears until they lift again. They’re so delightfully soft and Magnus is sure that his kitten’s fur is one of the most decadent textures Magnus has felt in centuries.

Magnus listens to the tedium of his court as he savors the last of Alexander’s blood on his lips and tongue and the weight of his kitten in his lap. There are more than a few looks that linger and Magnus curls his lips at those and from their immediately cowering, it seems his point is made.

Magnus has held court in a variety of ways, some more salacious than others, but he’s fairly certain this is the most distracting court he’s ever held. No one can look away from Alexander but very few dare or are stupid enough to keep looking. It means that his entire court is shifty-eyed and hesitant even as Magnus’ good mood grows.

Alexander seems overwhelmed by the entirety of the experience and Magnus has no doubt that on a battlefield, his little angel is quite the warrior. Here though, protected and kept warm and distracted in Magnus lap, he’s a sweet kitten, begging to be pampered.

His tail and ears are gorgeous but the same oil that polishes Magnus’ scales will do wonders for the luster of his dark, abyssal fur. Magnus wants to lay him out on his lap and brush and pamper and tend to Alexander until he purrs for no other reason than that Magnus is touching him.

Another ten minutes pass and the clave’s hunters are no where near the rift they’re supposed to be eradicating. Instead — as they stumble slightly out of the path — Magnus carves his initials into Alexander’s thigh with one, long talon.

Alexander keens through it and the paralytic from Magnus’ nails ensure that its a numb heat even as it clots the wound.

Magnus admires his own handiwork, pleased with how nicely his brand looks on Alexander’s skin.

It’s a pity it’s another twenty minutes till Magnus will get him naked — Alexander won’t be as gentle if Magnus plays the same trick twice and Magnus isn’t going to risk being predictable — but Magnus is enjoying himself.

Alexander is relaxing now — subconsciously or not — and his ears are flicking towards Magnus’ every time he speaks, his tail relaxing when Magnus’ talks and tightening when others speak instead.

“My good, precious kitten.” Magnus murmurs, hand reaching under shirt and jacket to scratch his nails down sweat-damp skin. “Rest lovely, you have nothing but time.”

Alexander muffles a growl in Magnus’ neck and Magnus marvels at how rarely the clave ever act in his favor, even if it is accidentally.

Problems are brought to him to solve from something as small as a magical house pest, to a century old feud that has been remembered for the first time in decades.

It’s tedious and necessary and Magnus finds himself far more patient than he normally is. Alexander is an easy distraction — a reminder of good things to come — and Magnus finds that time melts together as Alexander’s jacket is dropped to the floor and then his shirt.

It’s been just under an hour and Alexander is naked and bare and yet still relaxed and languid in Magnus’ lap. He’s firm and muscled and clearly needs some coddling that Magnus is more than happy to provide.

The hunters have finally found the right path and Magnus has no doubt that they’ll soon be providing him with plenty of reason for entertainment.

Inside Pandemonium, Magnus throws up the wards that mean he isn’t to be approached and curls his fingers through soft locks until he can gently pull Alexander’s head back.

“Drink kitten,” Magnus murmurs as he offers Alexander a sip from his own cup. “Small sips,” Magnus tells him chidingly when his lips barely press against the glass. It’s with an incredulous look that Alexander hesitantly laps at the drink with small kitten kisses of his tongue.

It’s sinfully exquisite and almost too much to handle so Magnus takes a long sip of his own drink and presses his lips to Alexander’s insistently. He pulls an open-mouthed gasp from Alexander as he teases him and feeds him the drink before he pulls away, licking away the shine of alcohol from his kittens slack lips.

“Good boy, Alexander.” Magnus murmurs and then he smirks as an the sun finishes turning and the entirety of an hour has passed.

Alexander is naked now and it’s time for Magnus’ to have his fun.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #maybe i'm the villain #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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ladyhindsight · 10 months

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I think the problem with a lot of CC's characters is that she always tries to make them too nice imo.

She had something going on with Julian but then she backtracked and fumbled it, just like with the og versions of Grace and James we saw in TMH, where Grace straight up threatened someone with a sword and announce her loyalty to her mother, and James was out there shooting people and tricking mundanes -granted we are told that is not his usually behavior but anyone acting like that under any circumstances is not doing all right in the head. Idc what he had going on, I'm sure it was more interesting than TLH James.

Everyone in TLH should have been meaner, actually. There were hints dropped about Thomas and Lucie in gotsm and CoHF iiirc that made me think they were going to be Something. Magnus's comment about how he couldn't save James or Lucie (amounted to nothing in the end btw) and Cassie's insistence of the fact that the modern day Blackthorns were not descended from Lucie made me sure that her plotline was going to be that she resurrected Jesse and they both got immediately executed for it. And there's a point in gotsm where Magnus says that Thomas could be a green eyed monster (also amounted to nothing) and I remember there was a whole theory that he got his marks stripped and that the Rosales were descended from him. The inscription on the Scholomance, the snippet of someone dying in their love's hands, the promise of the Verlacd in TLH... Literally amounted to nothing. How is TLH so half-baked and nonsensical when she had ten years to plan it?

And Tessa, in the first book there are some fascinating gender shaped holes in her narration. About how she and her aunt spent years protecting Nate from seeing the way his gambling made their lives harder and about how they shouldn't have done that, how she saw his recklessness as innocence, how she acknowledged that deep down she always knew he was up to no good... And then Mortmain shows up and she falls back on the established pattern of trying to protect her brother's "innocence" as it was expected from her. And that was good writing; that was something she had done countless times, that was her role as a woman in her society, that was what was expected of her, that was what she knew was wrong and couldn't stop doing.

Sadly, this disappears after the first book. CC probably realized she couldn't have a protagonist that was not a feminist and instead had to take all of the Gender out of Tessa's narration. Like, no, let her confront her Gender and the horror of being trapped in a patriarchal society and being trapped at the whims of those more powerful than her, let us linger on the way the patriarchy also has a hold of Sophie and Charlotte and Jessamine. Let her feel the horror that even if she does leave to live a normal life, she could never have children and thus failed at her expected role in society. Actually have Tessa react when Mortmain tells her she CAN have children and that he intends to force her to give birth to his children. Don't jusg drop that and leave, CC! Linger on the horror of it all!

Jem also annoys me because he is simply too bland, when he shouldn't be! On paper, he should be one of the most interesting characters in TID! A foreigner, addicted to a drug against his will, chronically ill, member of a family with a legendary sword, the only person trusted by the Institute's equivalent of a stray cat that hisses at you every time it sees you. (And don't get me started on Will's curse being a hoax, I hated that.) We could have seen more about his feelings for his homeland, about what he was like under the effects of the drug, his pain... But we don't get that. What we get is him being the Herondales cheerleader, even when he gets his own book (and his pov was the most boring one in it, pass it on). Something that annoyed me irrationally was that he did not raise Emma after the events of TMI, but he does take Kit in after TDA.

This very much feels like CC wanted Emma to be in Los Angeles so she could kickstart the plot. But she could have had Emma go with Jem, then hear about the murders in LA, then go and investigate, and through her hard work being considered the best of her generation as the readers can see the journey; this way having a concrete arc and also being active in her pursuit for revenge.

And having her actively chase what she wants would also make her more distinct from the other heroines. They don't usually pursue stuff, with the exception of Clary taking reckless actions that somehow work out; stuff happens to them.

Emma really does read like a female Jace but I firmly believe that if CC had bothered to develop some other aspects of her personality that were established, like her liking to wear dresses (which is the most CC can write for a female character without the need to vilify or ridicule their femininity) or by actually telling me what her hobbies are, because I cannot remember what Emma likes to do in her spare time. Maybe because I haven't read TDA in so long, most likely because CC never even tells us - I know Julian likes to paint, Dru likes horror movies, Ty likes Sherlock, and so on, but I could not tell you anything about the main character.

And having Emma and Julian separated would also be a good commentary on how the Clave would have not cared about separating the children and make Julian's fears feel more valid. Julian and her could not be parabatai in the "Jem takes Emma timeline" but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make since that plotline DRAGGED.

They could still have a whirlwind romance, that doesn't change. Currently rereading CoHF and the way these two are so obsessed about each other at 12 yo... It's giving Cathy and Heathcliff. Their relationship is going to be that one meme of:

"When their entire relationship is toxic, but they're both so fucked up that it's actually the best case scenario, because subjecting anybody else to either of them would be a human rights violation."

I firmly believe that CC tries to make her characters likeable and as such doesn't venture into making them have opinions and thoughts that could shock the reader. That's why so many of her characters fall into the same boxes. Because she doesn't dare to make them more complex.

The whole of the Shadowhunter Chronicles is just a pile of wasted opportunities, many of which you’ve included here. Character development or delving into many of the rather obvious themes and issues surrounding her characters has never been the precedence. Why focus on thematic organically surrounding Tessa when there is Will to care about? Why make Jem more fleshed out and independent as a character when there is Will to cheer on? Why even deluge yourself with the societal issues, actual taboos, norms—breaking them and forming new ones and changing the world with tough conversations and verbal battles when there is this huuuge MMC/MFC romance that hogs most of the pages and drowns everything else under it?

Clare has created a world with history and concepts and fantastic elements, and she absolutely sucks at implementing any of it into her writing. She doesn’t include tropes, she writes around them.

TLH bunch had way more to them, more contrast and flashier inter-character dynamics. Then the result was what it was because, in the end, everyone has to get along. For instance, Jace isn’t nice either, but that is the reason why the narrative has to go to such lengths for readers to sympathize with him. It actively pushes leniency and sympathy towards Jace whereas other characters are held to a tougher and, in a sense, more realistic standard as to their behavior. Clare wants Jace to be a tormented tough boy but also wants the readers pitying him. Which then molds all the characters around Jace to what Clare wants for him, not what realistic characters being treated like garbage and taken for granted would ever put up with.

Emma can only think she doesn’t really understand what Cristina, Kieran, and Mark got going on together and can only be happy for them, because Emma thinking it’s fucking weird would be too controversial and make people dislike Emma because she doesn’t like or stand polyamory. Every character from TMI gang to TID to TDA to TLH has to stand on the exact same opinion on every issue because that’s the right thing to do, not that a group that size could ever have differing opinions or, horror, dislike each other for some reason. Coming close is James and Grace, and that is mostly ignored either way.

(SIDENOTE: Apparently Clare fucked up the Lightwood family tree by having Alex continue the family line because he was born 1900 and the next known descendant Isidore that is Isabelle and Alec’s great grandfather was born 1908. I kind of hoped that the Secrets of the Blackthorn Hall would’ve sorted this mess out but clearly not. Also: “Alexander inherited the Herondale coloring from his mother of deep blue eyes and black hair. He has a burn scar across his chest from a rune given to him as a baby.” What Herondale coloring is it really when it comes from Linette Owens??)

Anyway.

Your final paragraph was spot on. I also never thought about how Jem didn’t take care of Emma but then goes on to play family with Kit. After CoHF Jem goes to explore the world with Tessa and marry her. He wants to look after Emma but only after the parabatai ceremony with Julian does Jem come clean about his name to Emma. Convenient to say the least.

#Series discussion #The Shadowhunter Chronicles #Reply

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fanartbyherd · 5 months

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Alright the last The Magnus Protocol bit of fan art I have for now.

Now Mr Bonzo may be a bowling pin to me, but needles on the other hand.

Seriously you give someone the name needles and don’t expect the fandom to say ‘twink’ that’s on you sims.

So here’s my updated work in progress of how needles looks like. Short, tooth gap, big eyed and maniacal

The red hair was inspired by @underwhelming-artistry design for needles. (I originally imagined them platinum blond, but I like this way better) a red-grey color scheme.

And a huge oversized grey hoodie. They can turn the hair on them to needles. They have a hedgehog like needles on their back and wear retrofitted gloves.

Give knife cat vibes

Little shit <3

Look forward to maybe hearing more from them in the future.

#fanart #cw body horror #tmapg #tmapg discourses #tmagp needles #cw needles

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sjsmith56 · 7 months

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Coming Home - Chapter 41, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Quin leads the army back home, riding on Magnus. Sky alerts them to the white wolf and they search the forest for Buchanan.

Length: 5 K

Characters: Quin, Ileana, Rhodes, Bruce

Warnings: supernatural visions

<<Chapter 40

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The journey back to the Oklahoma wilderness was taken in a more leisurely manner. Although most of the eastern complements were eager to return, a significant number of men took the opportunity to court members of the Queen's Guard, having fallen for the strong women who could defend themselves. Even a couple of Archer's bow-women were being wooed. When Archer asked if they wanted him to intervene as a surrogate protector most of them said they could handle it. Bren did announce that those who were coupling to resist doing it out in the open as the sounds often reverberated throughout the open wilderness and there was concern they would attract predators.

When they reached the Cherokee Nation the force were treated to a rodeo, which none had ever witnessed before. They found it exhilarating and exciting to watch. Waya promised that someday when he visited the Broken Lands to begin formal diplomatic relations he would bring the rodeo performers with him. Once again the force were fed well, and although they bivouacked out in the open Waya set guards around them so they didn't have to worry about guarding themselves. One of their medicine men told Waya of the friendly white wolf that approached him when he was on a spirit quest, several days earlier. It was limping and whimpering. He made it a poultice of cat's claw and dandelion, applying it liberally to a bullet wound in its shoulder. Although the medicine man was fasting he went and snared a rabbit for it, offering it raw which it wouldn't eat so he skinned and gutted it, roasting it over a fire. The wolf accepted the offering and before leaving in the morning gazed with its blue eyes into his for a minute before leaving for the east. When Waya told Quin and the other commanders they had hope that their general had a chance to make it.

On their journey through the mountainous bandit lands they heard similar stories from people who acted as healers of a blue-eyed white wolf that watched them before approaching. Having heard the stories of the man who had the ability to transform into the white wolf, they had all fed it, and tended to it as best they could but it wouldn't let them try to get the bullet out, growling at them if they attempted it. By the time they reached the borders of the Kingdom of the Green Lands the sightings suddenly stopped and Quin, most of all, began to worry that Buchanan had perished. At the crossroads to King Thorn's castle Heimdall and his 150 remaining men separated from the main group. Several stopped to kiss their beloved in either the Queen's Guard or one of the bow-women promising to fetch them for their wedding soon. Quin and the other commanders offered Heimdall their forearms in thanks and the two forces split apart.

By evening the remaining force of 1050 soldiers arrived at King Stephen's palace where they were given a hero's welcome. Tents had already been erected for the soldiers, along with washing facilities so they could bathe the grime of the road off their bodies. Quin, offered a room in the palace, declined saying he wouldn't rest inside a castle until he returned to Isabella's. He did accept an invitation for dinner with King Steven and Queen Peg. After dinner he returned to his tent and fell asleep.

"Quin," said the voice. "Open your eyes."

The young king did as he was told and found himself in a forest. He turned to see Ileana beside him.

"Lady Buchanan?" he asked. "I thought you were ill, confined to your bed."

"I am," she said. "But I heard James call to me and tell me to open my eyes." She looked past Quin and nodded at another person standing on the other side of the young man, Rhodes.

"Rhodes," said Quin. "Were you called as well?"

"I heard Lord Buchanan call to me," he said. "We must be in a dream world."

A glow appeared in front of them, containing the presence of the Sorceress with the white wolf.

"My time is coming to a close soon," she said quietly. "You must listen to Lord Buchanan."

The creature faced them but didn't open its mouth, yet they heard Buchanan's voice in their minds.

"Soon, I will be in the forest, where you found my clothes," said the wolf. "Sky will alert you at the right moment. Take me back to the castle so the veterinarian can save me. Then lay me in my bed with my beloved and Sky. It must be the three of you that find me. Bruce must carry me to my bed after the veterinarian operates on me. I must stay as the wolf throughout this."

"But James," protested Ileana. "How can she save you?"

"Trust me, my love," said the wolf. "It will be alright. I am almost home."

Quin woke up with a start. It was almost morning. He had planned to ride to Isabella's estate but now he knew he had to go to Buchanan's estate first. Quickly he dressed and ran into the castle, to the radio room. He radioed Isabella and when he heard her voice he hesitated for a moment.

"I was planning to come to you and my mother first but I've had the strangest dream," he said. "It was the white wolf, Lord Buchanan."

"I saw it," she said. "As if I were watching from a distance. You go there, we will ride and greet you at Buchanan's estate. Quin? I love you."

He smiled a glad smile that he felt deep inside. "I love you, too, Isabella," he said. "We have much to discuss."

They spoke for a few more minutes then signed off and Quin ran to King Steven's reception room to tell him he had to leave immediately to see to a matter involving the white wolf. The King almost went with him but Quin said to wait for word from him.

Sir Archer had already released his archers to return to their homes so he joined Quin, Liam, Coulson, Isabella's soldiers and Buchanan's soldiers for the trip to Buchanan's estate. The rest were given leave to return to their lords. After they took their leave of Bren, the King and Queen, they set out for Archer's lands where he rode off with a wave. Then they rode single file through the ravine and up the other side. By this time Magnus became harder to control, so anxious was he to return. Quin finally let the magnificent horse have its head. They flew like the wind, with the horse's mane hitting Quin in the face as the great beast thundered the final distance to its home. When the horse finally pulled up in the courtyard Quin had to tell the groom to take extra care of him as he had galloped for a long while. He pulled the saddle bags off and ran into the garrison calling for Rhodes. The man came out of his quarters and looked beyond Quin for the others.

"Where is everyone else?" he asked.

"Magnus ran like the wind," said Quin. "I couldn't control him. It was amazing but we left everyone else behind. I would bunk here but Isabella is on her way and I can't see her wanting to share a narrow bed so I'm going into the castle. Oh, I've asked Liam to return with me. He makes me laugh."

"Of course he does," said Rhodes. "Quin? Thank you for taking care of Edward and burying him with your family. I appreciate it."

Quin smiled a sad smile at Rhodes then turned to go into the castle. As he entered Mary came bustling forward.

"Your Majesty, I should have been out there for you," she said, curtsying.

"Please, don't," he said. "I don't feel very royal. Call me Quin, like you always did, please. I have Lord Buchanan's saddle bags, half with his battle leathers which will need repair and half with my clothes, although I could also wear what I left behind here. I just need to get something out."

He reached inside Buchanan's side and got out the piece of black lace wrapped around the jewelled crucifix. Mary called for help and a young man appeared to take the saddle bags. She instructed him to take the items from the right side and put them in Quin Torres room, then added King Arthur for good measure, the remainder to go to Lord Buchanan's dressing room. She also told him to go out and get Quin's clothes from his garrison quarters.

"Tom, did he return?" she asked, a little sternly.

"Yes, and he will make an honest woman out of Beth, I promise you," said Quin. "He has talked of nothing else on the trip back. Is she ...?"

"That's for her to tell him, first," scolded Mary.

Quin kissed her cheek bringing a little shriek from her then he asked where Ileana was. Mary told him and he ran to her quarters, bounding two stairs at a time until he came to her door and knocked. Entering, he found her sitting in front of the fire with a blanket on her lap and Livia on the floor playing with Sky.

"Quin," she said, pleased. "Come, sit with us."

"I've brought you these," he said, handing the bundle to her. "I saw the lace once and asked about it. He said you gave him that on the first day you met."

"I did," she replied, smiling with the memory. "To use as a drying cloth. We had to bed down in a mountain hut with nothing but our clothes and Magnus' saddle cloth. The pump put out such cold water and we had nothing to dry ourselves with so I ripped the bottom off my skirt and gave him a piece. He kept it as a talisman. I traded the skirt to Laura Barton for a riding skirt that would stand up better than the lace one."

"And the crucifix?" asked Quin.

"It was after we became lovers but I was faced with a decision to stay or go back to my world," said Ileana. "He thought he would make it easy for me and told me it was over, that he released me from our love. He had already had it made, along with a beautiful dress for Lord Falcon's investiture. They fit perfectly. His taste was exquisite. I chose to stay and when he returned from battle we married, had one night together and he went off to the next battle. It was weeks before he could bring me here but here is home now. I have no regrets about staying."

"The baby is alright?" asked Quin.

"Yes, the baby will be alright and so will I," said Ileana. "I let myself get consumed by grief when he left with you. Although I am a Queen's Guard I lost myself for a time as I love him so deeply. It took the intervention of dear friends here to get me through. Now with the dream, I have hope again."

For the next hour Quin told her of the plan to end the monarchy. She listened intently and smiled at him when he referred to himself as the last King of the Western Plains.

"You really weren't comfortable with being an absolute ruler, were you?" she asked.

"Responsible for everyone and everything? No," he replied. "But shared, with a council or cabinet, yes, I could be involved. That doesn't mean I think they should change here or in the Green Lands. King Steven and King Thorn are much more involved in day to day things than my father was. He relied on the wrong people and they just kept power for themselves instead of trying to help others. We had to change and in a major way."

"I'm glad you found a way," said Ileana. "Just make sure the people that run for office run for the right reasons. Don't let them buy votes or promise outlandish things to get votes. Make sure they are truthful."

Mary appeared. "Your Maj... sorry, Quin, your wife, mother and sisters have arrived," she said. "My Lady, will you be dining with everyone tonight?"

"Yes, I think I will," said Ileana. "Quin, go to her, before anything else."

He kissed Ileana on the cheek and ran out to the smiles of her and Mary. He practically flew down the stairs to the main reception room, bursting through the doors. Running to Isabella he picked her up and twirled her around before letting her down gently and kissing her. Then he touched her hair gently and looked into her eyes.

"I so missed you," he said softly. "You look so beautiful and different. Why do you look different?"

Isabella looked to Queen Camila. "They say pregnancy does that to a woman," she replied. "I carry our child."

Quin whooped and picked her up again then let her down and kissed her once more. His mother and sisters, all except the baby who stayed back at Isabella's estate with the nursemaid, watched with amusement. Then he turned his attention to them and kissed his mother, then hugged his sisters, commenting on how tanned and healthy they looked.

The youngest princess older than the baby piped up. "We've been riding every day, just like the soldiers do, and wearing breeches as well," said Vivienne. "Sophia and Marianne have begun training for the Queen's Guard and Isabella said they're naturals at it."

"I'm glad to hear it!" exclaimed Quin. "One of the Queen's Guards that came with us has stayed in our kingdom and together with Isabella will really be able to teach you all to fight. It is so good to see you all again. Mother, there is so much I need to tell you but it is best we do it alone, perhaps with Isabella. Father left a letter for you, his last letter. I have brought that with me."

"His death, was it noble?" she asked.

"It was during battle," answered Quin. "I'm sorry but your two uncles were treacherous. I punched one of them in the nose for insulting you."

A ghost of a smile crossed her face. "I would have liked to have seen that," she noted. "I never liked either one of them and neither did my brothers. I'm glad they stayed with David."

Later that evening, after a pleasant dinner, Quin told his mother and Isabella the circumstances of King David's death and Buchanan's poisoning. He also spoke of the depth of John Walker's depravity and how he had taken responsibility for the family when they requested asylum.

"Those poor girls," said Queen Camila, in sympathy, "and Katherine. They must have lived in terror of him. Thank God he had no sons to follow his example."

Quin then reached inside his jacket and pulled out the letter and the locket. He looked at them solemnly then handed them to her. "Isabella and I will retire now," he said. "His last words were that he loved you and my sisters. He was proud of me at the end and I will always remember that."

He kissed his mother tenderly and left her there, alone in her room. Hesitantly she opened the letter and read it then began to cry. David wrote of the first time he saw her picture in the locket, thinking she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It had been reinforced when he finally met her in person. Then his father, noticing the look on his face had admonished him.

"No royal ever truly loves their wife," the old king said. "She is just there to bear you an heir."

"How much I didn't want to believe him," wrote King David. "Then your own uncles said you were indifferent to me but that you would do your duty. I admit I hardened my heart to you, just on the words of my father and your uncles. Not until I sent my mistresses away and begged your forgiveness did I realize the years wasted believing you hated me. That is my biggest failure, bigger even than not being a good father to Quin, for at least he found a worthy substitute in Buchanan. Forgive me, dearest Camila. When I die it will be your face in my thoughts. I will wait for you for all of eternity to prove myself when you join me in the afterlife.

Your loving husband, finally at the end.

David

Camila wept bitter tears for an hour after reading her husband's letter. Bitter at his father and her uncles for making him believe she was indifferent to him. Then a sense of profound sadness came over her that he had suffered so much in the final month of his life due to the treachery of those same uncles. She thought of Quin, finding Isabella and the love they displayed joyfully when they reunited in front of her. With determination she vowed that her daughters would all marry for love, whether it be a soldier, a common born or a noble born didn't matter. The love did and that would be one of her objectives in her remaining life.

Quin and Isabella took the luxury of staying late in their quarters the following morning and found it necessary to make their way to the kitchen for a late breakfast. Cook, who had been prepared to scold them, found she couldn't do it when she saw how happy they were and made a special breakfast, just for them. While they were eating she asked about Edward, whether he had suffered. Quin jumped up and hugged her hard, assuring her it had been quick. He told her of interring him in his family chapel and recited the engraving that had been ordered for the stone slab. Cook dabbed her eyes with the edge of her apron and kissed Quin on his cheek, calling him dear boy afterwards.

On a horseback ride together, the couple were accompanied by his mother, sisters, and Ileana, riding Luna. She took it easy and Camila eventually slowed down so Ileana wouldn't be alone. They talked about the princesses and how much they had loved living an unstructured life compared to the rigid protocols of King David's court. On their return they were surprised to see Bruce at the castle, as he had been at the port looking at the latest data from the super computer. Although he smiled at Ileana she could see he had something on his mind and she promised to speak with him later.

Their chance for conversation never came as during dinner Sky, who normally sat below Ileana's feet, became agitated. His whining alerted her and she looked at him below the table. He actually pawed her lap and attempted to get up on her.

"Sky, what is wrong?" asked Ileana, as the others became aware of the change in the black wolf's behaviour. "Down, Sky, down."

The animal then began pawing at Quin, trying to get onto his lap. Pulling away from the table Quin looked at the wolf, who kept nudging him. It took a moment but Quin looked at Iliana sharply.

"We have to let him out," he said to her. "Now."

Both of them stood up from the table while Sky ran towards the entrance to the dining hall, looking back at both of them, before he gave out a short, sharp bark. Ileana opened the door and the wolf bolted, running towards the main door to the castle, his barks increasing in frequency. Quin and Ileana followed and opened the door to the courtyard where Sky ran to the garrison, straight to the door of Rhodes. He came out, alerted to the strange behaviour of the wolf and saw Quin and Ileana coming through the courtyard.

"Saddle three horses!" he yelled to the stable groom who had come out to see what the fuss was all about.

"I should change into riding gear," said Ileana, but Quin grabbed her arm.

"There is no time," he said. "Ride as you are."

Luna was saddled first and Ileana mounted her, with Rhodes and Quin arranging her skirts so she could sit comfortably. Rhodes ran back into his quarters and returned with three lanterns, giving one to Ileana that could clip to her saddle. Both he and Quin had removed their scabbards for dinner and looked at each other wondering if they should get them.

"You weren't wearing them in the dream," said Ileana, anxious to begin riding.

That settled it and they each mounted their horse, clipping the lantern to their saddles. The three looked to the black wolf which was anxiously pacing in front of the closed gate.

"Open the gate!" ordered Rhodes. "Send for the veterinarian!"

The three rode out into the twilight as both Rhodes and Quin tried desperately to remember the way they had gone when they looked for Buchanan before. Meanwhile Sky ran ahead barking furiously at them to keep up. Finally they caught up with the black wolf but couldn't see him in the dark, only hear his howls and barks. All three turned their battery lights on and tried to locate Sky in the dark.

"Please, Sky, come here," called Ileana. "Sky!"

A short sharp bark startled Luna and Ileana raised her lantern to see the blue eyes of the black wolf as he backed away from her.

"This way," she called to the others, following the blue eyes as they reflected the light of the lantern back at her.

Then Sky stopped and both Rhodes and Quin jumped off their horses, holding their lanterns in front of them. Ahead on the path another set of wolf eyes appeared and both men ran forward to where the white wolf lay, exhausted, still injured and in pain. Sky excitedly licked the white wolf's face, all while making an unearthly whine.

"Lift him onto me," said Ileana. "He won't hurt me."

Gently, Rhodes and Quin supported the injured animal as best they could and lifted him onto Ileana's lap. The white wolf raised its head and gazed at her then licked her hand before lowering its head. Holding him with one hand Ileana waited for the other two men to mount their horses and they rode back as quickly as they could without further injuring the white wolf. As they pulled into the courtyard the veterinarian came forward, seeing the white wolf across Ileana's lap.

"Is that ...?" she asked.

Ileana nodded. "You have to operate on him," she said. "He has a bullet wound in his shoulder and the bone was likely broken in the process. Please, you have to save the wolf first to save the man. Do you understand?"

Bruce and Mary both came out to the courtyard. Carefully he pulled the wolf off of Ileana and looked at the vet, while holding the creature in his arms.

"I'll help you," he said grimly. "Where do you want to set up?"

"My office," said Rhodes. "I have a high table there and can string several lanterns above you for better light."

"I'll need clean hot water," said the vet, opening her bag and pulling out a bundle of instruments, handing them to Mary. "Boil these for ten minutes. Rhodes do you have some fine wire? It has to be pliable enough to bend but strong enough not to break. Boil it, too. Don't handle it after. We want them to stay sterile. If the shoulder bone is broken it will have to do to bind it together to heal. Fine silk thread for the sutures. I'll go wash up while Dr. Banner lays the wolf on the table and prepares him. Cut away the fur from around the wound. What I wouldn't give for an electric razor right now."

Bruce grinned at her and carried the white wolf into Rhodes office. He had cleared his table and covered it with a clean cloth. Above them were a dozen battery lights were all turned on, satisfying Bruce that they had enough light. He started to cut away the fur but his fingers were too big for the clippers and Ileana took them instead, carefully cutting the fur away from around the wound. She made eye contact with the white wolf as it seemed to look at her in a trusting way. Bruce instructed her to clip further away from the wound as the vet would have to open it further to repair the damaged shoulder. When the vet returned Bruce went to wash his hands and the vet told Ileana to look inside her bag for a device that looked like a muzzle but had a fine cloth covering over it. Ileana placed it over the wolf's nose area and then pulled out a bottle as the vet instructed her.

"We'll wait for Dr. Banner," said the vet. "He's likely used ether before."

Soon Bruce came out and when he saw the bottle of ether rolled his eyes at the vet. "That's all you have?" he asked. "Well, better than nothing, I guess. James, I'm going to put a series of drops onto the cloth. Breathe deeply and I'll stop when you are under. Trust me, friend."

The white wolf seemed to understand and relaxed its whole body, as if it were committing itself to the care of the giant and the modern vet working in medieval conditions. Mary brought out the boiled instruments in a flat pan, along with a set of tongs that had been boiled. A servant brought out the wire in a pot. All of the instruments were still in the hot water they had been boiled in. The vet smiled then gestured to another table that Rhodes had brought out for them. The instruments were set on it and Mary left as it was too crowded for her to stay. Then Bruce turned to Ileana.

"Wait outside," he said. "It's going to be messy and I don't want you getting upset if you see the blood. Trust me, Ileana. We'll take good care of him."

Reluctantly she turned away and left as Rhodes accompanied her and closed the door behind them. Outside the three of them, Ileana, Rhodes and Quin, stood in the darkness.

"What now?" asked Quin. "We just wait?"

"We just wait," repeated Ileana.

Rhodes went into the stable and brought out a bench for them to sit on along with a couple of battery lights. Mary came out with coffee and they sat for what seemed like hours waiting for the door to Rhodes' office to open. Sky, calmer now, sat in front of Ileana but even he kept his eyes on the door. Finally the door opened and Bruce came out. He stretched his arms and rolled his head then looked at all of them.

"He's lost blood and the only source of wolf blood is Sky," he said. "We're going to do a direct transfusion, just long enough to replace some of what he lost."

"Won't that make him a wolf forever to have real wolf blood in him?" asked Ileana, her fear evident.

Bruce sighed. "I honestly don't know," he replied. "We're dealing with things beyond my comprehension. But he stands a better chance of recovery with Sky's blood in him than without. That shoulder was shattered. How he ever made it home is beyond me. The bullet was empty of whatever poison was in it."

"Tom said the wolf was immune to it," said Quin. "That by the time he returned here it would have passed from his system."

Bruce shrugged then he called to Sky and the black wolf meekly followed him as if it knew its part was still to come. A short time later Bruce, the vet and Sky, his neck bound in a bandage, came out.

"I'll come in the morning to check on him," said his the vet. "I honestly don't know if we saved him."

Then she called for her horse and rode off into the night with one of the garrison soldiers to accompany her. Bruce looked at the three again in the darkened courtyard.

"What does your vision say now?" he asked. "I know you all shared one. That's how you knew he was out there."

"You have to take him to my bed," said Ileana. "I will stay with him. So will Sky. He said that is how it has to be."

Bruce and Rhodes returned to the office. Coming out with the white wolf in his arms, Bruce waited for Ileana to precede him leaving Rhodes and Quin in the courtyard. Wordlessly Quin went into the castle while Rhodes returned to his quarters. He would clean up in the morning.

Ileana opened the door to their rooms and Bruce strode in laying the white wolf on top of the bedding. He stepped back as Sky laid at the foot of the bed as if he knew where he was to be. Then he looked at Ileana and kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight, good luck," he said simply and left the room.

She went into her dressing room and changed into her night chemise, leaving her other clothes draped on the chairs. Then she went around the room and doused the candles. The white wolf watched her with drowsy eyes. Finally, she got under the covers and doused the final candle then slid closer to the animal.

"Remember me, I remember you, love me, I love you," she whispered, then she put her hand on it so that it laid across the white wolf's chest.

Both of them sighed and she closed her eyes thinking for a moment that she heard the Sorceress' voice whisper in her mind.

"Trust the love, Ileana," she said.

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captainkirkk · 2 years

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Marvel

we leave through the fire by justanotherblond

They called the soldier into a training room where he saw his son hanging upside down on the ceiling.

“Hi Papa!” He cheered, waving with a big smile even though the soldier never gave one back.

“Look, Soldat, your son is a miracle,” an agent cackled, yellow teeth shining in the fluorescent lights, “crawling the walls like a little spider!”

The soldier doesn’t remember his son’s birth or how he came to be. He doesn’t remember bedding a woman and watching her belly swell, but they said the boy was his. He does know that he will protect and teach the boy within the confines of their cell walls. Even when the handlers berate him. Even when the good guys take him away.

Clone Wars

Spring Thaw by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)

There are restraints, thick and heavily padded, that are more like thick gloves than shackles. The warm light shining through his bedroom window, the birdsong, and the wind chimes in the distance make a strange contrast to his helplessness. Heart pounding in his chest he yanks at the chains, looking around frantically.

There's a note or- or plaque beside his bed.

GOOD MORNING The restraints are for your safety and others.

Obi-Wan stares at the note wide eyed, lips parted as his brain grapples with that.

Shadowhunters

bound in obedience by smilebackwards

Clave vs. Lightwood, 1996 ...For the crimes committed by Robert Lightwood and Maryse Trueblood Lightwood under the auspices of the Circle, they are hereby sentenced to forty years of service in exile and their heir to the next generation shall be bound in obedience. Such is the will of the Angel, so shall it be.

Laudanum by lawsofchaos

Face blank, Alec steps forward without a moment of hesitation to stand in front of the Inquisitor, his people parting respectfully before him to clear his path as he goes. He comes to a halt a few paces in front of the Clave representative and the guardsmen she’d brought from Alicante. A coiled leather whip hangs from the belt of the man at her left shoulder.

Shoulders drawn back and hands clasped behind his waist, Alec meets Imogen Herondale’s steel gaze. The words are ritual and although Alec has said them many times before, never before has he meant them less.

“That it may please the Angel to bring back into the way of righteousness all such as have erred, I place myself before you for Discipline.”

Imogen Herondale smiles.

prosper matrimonium by smilebackwards

"Gorgeous, sweet, community-oriented,” Magnus ticks off the positive attributes on his fingers. And he’s sure he’ll find plenty more to like about Alexander Lightwood. “I imagine suitors are beating down his door. Please tell me he’s not actually dating Lorenzo.”

Cat hesitates. “Well, if you’re really interested in Alec, you have interesting timing to say the least.”

“How do you mean?” Magnus asks.

“Alec just put his name in for the prosper matrimonium.”

Or: The disaster with the Circle swings the Clave a little more progressive. And if Magnus wants Alec’s heart, he’s going to have to compete for it.

Hands and Hearts by Lalaith_Quetzalli (+ podfic)

"A rune on the hand, a rune on the heart”, is how the saying goes. No one has borne a wedded-union rune on the heart in over a century. Love Matches are so rare nowadays. When Alec Lightwood finds out he’s to have an arranged marriage his secretly romantic heart shrivels… at least until he learns who his groom is.

Prompt 31: Writers choice (soulmate AU) by emmaknitsalot

"Thick black lines had appeared in the vague shape of an eye (with epic winged eyeliner, he thought sleepily) and a swirled pupil. As he was squinting at it, it quickly faded into the usual tone that appeared when his tiny soulmate drew on their skin.

It was time, he thought, to lug out his treasured copy of the Gray Book and start learning."

Or, in a world where everybody has a soulmate and whatever they draw on their skin appears on yours, and vice versa, Magnus nearly has a breakdown when he learns his soulmate is a baby Shadowhunter.

tears from heaven by smilebackwards

Nephilim tears are a highly prized potions ingredient. Magnus would like his colleagues to stop making his husband cry.

#you can tell i'm having a shadowhunter Moment #also i rediscovered my love for 'mind control recovery' fics #they make me cry so hard #my posts #fic recs #weekly fic round up #shadowhunter recs #marvel recs #sw recs

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 1 year

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Cat, peaking out the window: our hot hazel eyed neighbour is outside with his shirt off cutti-

Magnus, 3 mins later:

It’s been 3 hours and he hasn’t read a single word of that book 🤣🤣🤣

Alec forever remains oblivious

#blues and then purple pink asks #malec

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transingthoseformers · 1 year

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Star Saber may be prone to adoption but he will stab a bitch. The moment he starts eying Pharma, who's working with Lyzack to do check ups hands are being thrown. Surprisingly, to Star Saber, who hasn't quite gotten the update about the Pharma/Deathsaurus needling being friendly, it's by Deathsaurus first who gets into another fight with Tarn about touching "their good doctor". Pharma finds this beatdown deeply therapeutic.

Star Saber steps in and because he has the Power of God and Anime on his side wins and is immune to Tarn. He pins him down and gives him a classic Anime Protagonist Speech about goodness and falling and how Megatron isn't worth Tarn destroying himself and those closest to him in a suicide mission because he wronged Tarn which leads to Tarn getting snippy but not being able to reply honestly to "Did you even intend to live through this?" which makes the DJD who love their evil boss in their own twisted way get concerned.

Tarn gets a dad and group hug while he cries because Star Saber's sheer wholesome aura wins out. He tgen talks about Tarn needing to come up with his own path and if he wants his legacy to just be death and destruction. Or if he wants to build something and reminds him Megatron was not the only founder of the Decepticon Movement left he can ask for guidance.

The DJD awkwardly shuffle off when Tarn finally lets Star Saber go and awkwardly semi-apologizes to Pharma who tells him to die screaming which Tarn just acxepts as "Fair." before they shuffle off to Sanctuary Station to be Soundwave's problem and swear themselves to him.

During this time, Star Saber speaks to Nickel, discovers his team was born on Prion in this universe, and proceeds to start tracking down any rumors of any Cybertronians who may have been taken by "collectors" during the razing of her peaceful colony and breaking up slave rings for both organics and mechanical races with some of Deathsaurus's people occasionally accompanying him.

He's doing accidental wonders with helping grow Cybertronian's reputation from scratch and Prowl is feral to grab him up and uae him for their benefit.

During this time, he re-meets the Lost Light while Deathsaurus is lounging around on their ship "assisting", and they now have Megatron, who Star Saber frowns at. This meet up does trigger and early Rodimus leaving his room, more cat circling and while Rodimus gets the equivalent of a soft affectionate pap on the head, Megatron gets the bristling "I will end you if you cross that line" over the shoulder look which delights Deathsaurus and Rodimus who decide they like each other and like Megatron being stuck in an awkward social situation.

Megatron expects this of most people but feels very odd to learn it is own Tarn's behalf. Ultra Magnus makes a point to thank them as he heard from his brother that their help inadvertently saved him when Soundwave's influence lead to Dominus being recovered because as penance the DJD had to find a cure.

They found Spinister who is by all accounts a genuis.

The Trio and LL team up to save the Prion Survivors and Pharma meets Rung again (they've been having video sessions) and talks to Ambulon and First Aid which is awkward but helpful and goes smoother because they've heard about what he has been doing, listen to his side of things, and had time to consider it with others input.

And I'll stop here for now because it is getting long for one ask.

Yep yep he can and will commit violence

Aww yes w Deathy w

Pharma's just sipping a fancy energon drink while watching Deathsaurus beat the shit out of Tarn

Star Saber for the win

Damnnnnn he was prepared

Rare moment where tarn is a mood

Makes sense the DJD would be protective of him, their twisty dynamic is intriguing

Tarn has been successfully adopted by Saber

Pharma's right for that, and Tarn's reaction of "fair" is a fair reaction

New mission acquired

lol sorry prowl i do not think that would work, just let saber do his thing shhh

I love how you keep comparing Rodimus and Star Saber's interactions to cats

And Meggsie gets threats of violence, fair fair

Megs is confused yeah that tracks

Spinster is a gift from god who coincidentally shoots anything that moves

Adfguigds yes, Pharma and Rung have been doing therapy over robo-Zoom

Honestly that's good that they're fucking finally starting to communicate

#star saber #maccadam #transformers #others #dadsaber au #sure I'll tag it as that for nos

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bi-demon-ium · 7 months

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AO3 Tag Game!

Tagged by @mvshortcut :) I did it here as well but now I'm doing it for this fandom/account bc I CAN (a lot of this will be directly copy/pasted if applicable im sowwy)

How many works do you have on AO3?

116. (Including snippet collections.) For this fandom/account. Far more if you count others,

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Okay this one it won't let me separate by pseud or fandom so you're just gonna have to live with being lumped in with all my MBS and a few other misc fics at "653,461". Didn't get the other accounts though. Man, I'm a mess

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Okay, well, this one by nature is also not solely for this fandom,

(number in parentheses is number of ao3 works posted)

The Mysterious Benedict Society (116) (including snippet collections)

Ted Lasso (44) (also including snippet collections)

Instinct (2) (one is a small snippet collection--)

House MD (1)

Death by Dying (1)

Gravity Falls, technically, but it was one crossover (1)

ditto with The Legend of Zelda (1)

King Falls AM (1)

The House in the Cerulean Sea (6)

Shadowhunters (??? at least 36) (some now hidden/lost)

Professor Layton (1)

The Librarians (2)

The Sandman (1)

The Mentalist (2)

Star Trek (AOS) (1)

Sanders Sides (at least 1)

Miraculous Ladybug (1)

Rosewell: New Mexico (2)

The Dresden Files (1)

That's stuff posted to ao3/finished. There's also, technically,

for stuff I published when I was twelve and I now refuse to acknowledge (not all bc of the fandom but bc the fic was Bad):

Doctor Who

Supernatural

Sherlock

Psych

Castle

Welcome to Night Vale

Avengers

A Series of Unfortunate Events

And then stuff I've written for but never finished:

Warehouse 13

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016)

Dirk Gently (2010)

SurrealEstate

Zoo (podcast)

Once Upon a Time

Scooby Doo

Person of Interest

The Goes Wrong Show

Spy Kids (???)

Ace Attorney

The Adventure Zone

Criminal Minds

Star Trek (TOS, TNG, and DS9)

Haven

MacGyver

Trollhunters

exactly one (1) joke The Magnus Archives fic

Percy Jackson and the Olympians + The Kane Chronicles + Tales of Apollo

Leverage

Pushing Daisies

The Sarah Jane Adventures

Megamind

Bones

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Lucifer

Some of these are deeply questionable and/or only have like two (2) wips or even posted works at most, but I'm thorough. Also, I will write about almost anything bc my brain loves to process things like this. I may have even missed something

Top five fics by kudos:

I was gonna have the snippets collections not count but I've got so many exact ties it doesn't matter.

gemini schmemini (136)

kate and her bucket sitting in a tree, S-P-Y-I-N-G (98)

caught (81)

[insert poetic title here] (81)

affectionate gestures<3 (81)

of rube goldbergs and weather machines (74)

tumblr snippets: mbs edition (74)

keeping out the cold (70)

birdsong (70)

Number Two Regrets Her Life Choices™ (68)

timeline? i don't know her (68)

That's actually 6 bc I made a mistake but I've already color coded them so whatever

Do you respond to comments?

I really try to, but then I get all in my head about it and/or am really really tired and put it off so long it then feels like it would be weird to respond because it's been forever. However, if there's a direct question or something I want to address/respond to, as in, I have something particularly unique to say or a question to answer, then I'll usually respond really fast.

And this fandom's smaller so if I'm slightly more likely to respond 😭

Also when I know who's commenting personally which is al ot more likely

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

Honestly, I'm not a huge unhappy ending person, but. uhhh

solo

bring me home (in a blinding dream)

hollowed

seasalt

checkmate

dark side of the moon

wretched clarity

cruel kindness

green-eyed monster

the naming of cats

curled & crushed

oops

I didn't even look at the snippet collections lkgfhjh

Do you write crossovers?

Not often, but I rotate them in my brain. Honestly, though, I'm more inclined to write a fusion than a crossover proper. And even so, I tend to just be thinking about it rather than actually writing it. I've only written one crossover in recent memory (recently, that is) and it was mostly a joke about a shared actress made into actual angst. :)

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Yeah lmao

Do you write smut?

😏 ......not for this fandom. That I'd post anyway

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

👁️👁️ not. Directly in this fandom

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!! also not in this fandom

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

In this fandom? Nicholas/Milligan. Overall, ever? Recency bias/hyperfixationitis says whatever I'm into the most at the moment. But generally for MBS I prefer gen (although I've written a lot of Nicholas/Milligan, that's partially because it's blissfully easier to find gen already)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

SO many

Particularly minotaur, the dearly departed, and the "paralyzed" series. Oh and the hanahaki AU

What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write a really funny string of dialogue, and I'm also fond of fun metaphors, both in the elegant poetic way and in the more Douglas Adams/Terry Pratchett way (which is to say, still potentially elegant but also comedic as hell)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Motivating myself to write anything; being overly self-indulgent

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I'm extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I'd tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is 'in another language' (ie "Where are you going?" she asked in Russian), but that's admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it's probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they're doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you're clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn't break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you've got to both know what you're doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you'd have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it's not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it's neat :)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Ever? Doctor Who. In a shitty little notebook in middle school. Then there was some Star Trek (both TNG and TOS) and Avatar: the Last Airbender and Marvel and such, and then Supernatural (my first smut? extremely terrible Destiel smut. rip) and I think the first thing I ever posted was Welcome to Night Vale? Not sure.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Oh, man. I have no idea. Here's a few favorites from this fandom:

cain's lament

minotaur

shades of green

a hope in hell

Number Two Regrets Her Life Choices™

tagging:

PLEASE, if you want to do this, I'm begging you, tag me in it and do it. i'm too tired to come up with names im so sorry

#long post #gertspeak #tag game #:)

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