#pile of diamonds ph

[lieutenant-mitch]

pile of diamonds human design :D

historically inaccurate outfit but hey we don't talk about that.......

[poorly-drawn-puppet-history]

when you get teleported 2 Medieval Times and your ‘friends’ immediately shit on your future clothes

aka fantasy au. extra details below tha cut

so in this setting i think when the professor was wished into the past, he instead wound up in a parallel dimension that’s High Fantasy flavored. he meets quickly with some familiar faces, but they don’t recognize him at all, and in fact are rather suspicious of him. it’s not his fault he looks like he was run over by a car :(

they don’t buy his claims immediately, but he begins to prove himself later since he proves very adept with magic and helping them solve their problems. but can he get back to the present?...... who knows........

the pile of diamonds is an aristocrat travelling via the propeller’s boat, with the swoard being a ronin and the oar his companion who helps him get around. they will eventually realize theyre in love. probably. the propeller no longer operates due to An Injury, and is very broody about it. gritty and dark propeller au

fielding questions about this au in my askbox if u have any interest. thumps up

[sapphicmumrik]

my one PH head canon is that the Pile of Diamonds is some flavour of drag queen or trans and definitely some flavour of queer

[mortal-sarah]

So in honor of the new season of Puppet History I am going to share the cursed au I came up with after The Professor died. May I introduce…

Puppet History x Jesus Christ Superstar!

Picture it:

Ryan as Judas

The Professor (with Shane puppeteering of course) as Jesus

Sara as Mary Magdalene

The Devil and The Genie as Annas and Caiaphas

The rest of the puppets and puppet history guests as the disciples

(Specifically:

Steven as Peter

Policarpa’s “snitch on the rich” Spool as Simon

Pile of Diamonds as King Herod

(honestly I have no idea who would be Pilate help me out guys))

All the puppets are puppeteered by ph guests and watcher staff, they do this on stage live, it’s brilliant and surprisingly touching?

THE PROFESSOR GETS CRUCIFIED!!

So yeah this is extremely cursed please enjoy this one internet I have thought about it way too much

[luminousvision]

The Queen

I stood in front of the high school, waiting to go home. My younger brother Shawn sat farther down the curb, talking to his friends. Mom and dad dropped us off this morning before heading to the airport, saying Auntie Li would take care of us for the week. They disappeared on these mysterious vacations several times a year. Shawn and I had long since stopped asking where they went because they’d never tell us. They never took pictures or brought anything back that would let us into their secret. We need a few mom-and-dad things, they said.

Auntie Li never hid anything. Even when we were little, she told us Uncle died from colon cancer. If you feel something, say something, she said. Auntie Li lived in a small apartment with mismatched furniture where she explained medical bills and college tuition cost a lot. Money is for the important things. I later asked my parents about it, but they said I was being rude.

I saw Auntie Li’s ancient Honda idling in line. I grabbed Shawn, pointed to the car, and waved to Auntie Li, who smiled excitedly and waved back. The passenger seat was occupied by a large plastic filing box and a stack of papers on top of it, so we piled into the back seats. Her car didn’t have automatic windows and smelled like decade-old shampoo.

“Thanks for picking us up, Auntie Li,” Shawn said.

“You should ask our parents for the keys to the Audi,” I offered. “If they give you the house, they might as well give you the car.”

“It’s so good to see you both again,” Auntie Li said. “And I don’t need another car—this one gets us around just fine. Anyway, how was your day at school?”

“Oh yeah, you won’t believe what Marcie gave me today!” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a glistening crystal the size of my thumbnail. “Can you believe this is a diamond?”

Auntie Li squinted into the rear-view mirror. “Are you sure that’s a diamond?”

“I don’t believe that. That has to be fake,” Shawn said, as he reached over. I let him take it.

“Marcie says she can give it to me because it’s not worth anything. Her dad makes artificial diamonds. Apparently sometimes they grow defective high-pressure centers that will eventually cause it to shatter like glass. Jewelers can see right through it so you can’t trick them.”

“How long will it stay together?” Shawn asked, squinting at it with one eye.

“Marcie said it could be weeks or even years. Nobody can tell. But it eventually breaks.”

“Imagine if someone proposed with to you with a diamond ring like that,” Auntie said.

“That’d be a ticking time bomb for our marriage,” I said. We all laughed. I took the diamond back from Shawn and put it one of the small pockets in my backpack and zipped it shut.

“So, who is our guest here?” Shawn asked. Even though he sat right behind the passenger seat, he could see the papers piled as tall as a whole person. It must have been quite the resilient stack of papers to not fall over.

“Sorry about the mess. This is all of dad’s papers. He left a lot of knots behind, which have kept me busy over the last two months.” Auntie sighed. “Well, he stays with us just a little bit longer, I guess.”

“What kind of knots?” I asked.

“Legal, financial—debts mostly. It can get really complicated when you don’t actually own your stuff. He still had a loan on the car and the house. I didn’t know how messy it was until I inherited the papers.”

“He lived in that house forever. How did he not pay off the loan?”

“Ever heard of a reverse mortgage? You sell a part of your house back to the bank. I told him not to, but I guess he did it anyway.”

Even until just a few years ago, we’d join grandpa on week-long cruises in the Caribbean and fly to the Rockies where he had a timeshare and would watch Shawn and me snowboard. I had never thought twice about it. I started to fidget, flicking my fingers.

Auntie Li seemed to read my mind. “Don’t worry about it. Once it’s all settled, there will probably be a bit left over for me and your mom.”

Shawn was busy playing a game on his phone.

When we arrived home, I went upstairs to my room. I locked my door and kneeled in front of my treasure chest, a wooden crate the size of a mini-fridge. I unlatched the chest with a satisfying click and lifted the heavy sanded round cover. On top were books, scarves, socks, bracelets and pens: an innocent facade. Underneath there were two wooden notches. I pressed them and slid them in opposite directions. This allowed me to lift out the main basket, revealing a small cardboard box against the bottom of the chest. I opened it.

I extracted the diamond from my backpack and added it to my box, next to an emerald necklace my grandmother let me borrow and a gold ring I found under the table of a nice restaurant. My prized possessions sparkled with warmth in the sunlight. A queen, I was, rich beyond my parents’ imagination. I shut the small box, placed it back at the bottom of the crate, and replaced the main basket. Shifting the hidden wooden panels back into their original spot, I latched the lid shut.

My English homework awaited. I pulled out The Great Gatsby and skimmed the questions I had to answer. But if that diamond somehow, magically, kept itself together long enough, I wouldn’t need to do homework at all. I’d be as rich as Gatsby, maybe richer. There’d be elegant tapestries hanging from the tall ceilings of my great mansion hall, filled with people whispering about the Great Queen Nicole: an intellectual, or world traveler, maybe even a famous writer. The Great Queen Nicole would roam the halls, introducing herself as Marilyn or Florence: anonymous, elegant, and respected.

“Dinner!” Auntie Li’s voice came up the stairs, waking me up. 

I had barely read two pages, but the rest would have to wait. I opened my door to the delicious aroma of stewed tomatoes. In the kitchen, Shawn and Auntie Li were already sitting down around our cast iron pot.

“Smells amazing, Auntie Li, what is it?”

“Cioppino.”

We took turns serving ourselves from the pot swimming with fish, crab, clams, mussels, and scallops.

“Where did you get all of this seafood, Auntie Li?” I asked. “We never get this nice stuff.”

“I bought some crab for us today, but I found the rest of it deep in the back of the freezer.”

We didn’t own any utensils to crack through the crab, so we used our teeth. The fleshy bits of meat were soft and chewy. Shawn attacked a closed clam.

“If a clam isn’t open, you shouldn’t eat it,” I said.

“But they’re so yummy. I don’t want to miss any.”

“It means they weren’t cleaned. There could be something inside that kills you.”

“I don’t believe that.”

He managed to force the clam open with the strained twist of his spoon.

“Aww, this one doesn’t have anything in it either.”

The clams in my bowl were not any different. “Doesn’t surprise me. They always shop at grocery outlet. I guess we get what we pay for.”

“Aii, they should feed you good food,” Auntie Li said.

“You’re feeding us great food, Auntie!” Shawn said.

She laughed. “I’m glad you like it.”

We ate slowly, especially since Shawn was trying to open all the clams. Auntie Li tried to boil them some more to no avail. By the time we were full, the sun had set and it was dark outside.

“Now, you two, listen carefully. Your parents asked me to tell you this.” Auntie Li paused. “We’re moving. It’s not far—just across town.”

“What, why?” Shawn asked.

“What’s wrong here?” I added.

“Your parents are selling this house,” Auntie Li said, her face falling into the shadow as she looked down at her bowl. “You should ask them when they get back.”

Shawn and I looked at each other. We had lived here for eleven years. This was our home.

“They’re selling this house just like that? They didn’t even ask us,” Shawn said.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s sudden.” She paused. “Here, how about we go visit after dinner. I have the keys so we can take a look around.”

“Is it a nice house?” Shawn asked.

“Yes, it’s very nice,” Auntie Li replied. Seeing the growing excitement on our faces, she added: “I don’t think you’ll find it nicer than this one. You can see for yourselves.”

Shawn and I fell silent. We helped Auntie Li clean up the dishes and put the rest of the cioppino in the refrigerator. I gathered the remnants of seafood to throw away. The clams looked lonely and sad with their empty shells.

We began our journey in the Honda. I waved good-bye to our house. Nobody spoke during the drive.

“Well, this is it,” Auntie Li announced at our destination. This other house sat between two weak streetlights, one of which flickered.

I climbed out to get a better look. The house was much smaller than ours. It had only one story and the garage could only fit one car. Overgrown weeds grew in the seams of cracked dirt in the front yard. Auntie Li was already unlocking the front door. She walked in and turned on the lights. We followed.

The smell of musty carpet overwhelmed me. The kitchen looked renovated, but there wasn’t enough space to open the oven and the refrigerator at the same time. The low ceilings felt oppressive even though none of us were tall enough for it to matter. We could only locate two bedrooms.

“Where do you sleep?” Shawn’s voice came from around the corner.

“Auntie Li, are you sure this is the right house?” The question sounded silly when I said it.

“These are the keys,” she said.

“This place sucks,” Shawn declared, joining us in the living room. “Why would we move here?”

I answered first. “We’ll ask mom and dad when they get back.”

As we departed, I looked at the sign planted in the front yard. “For Rent”, it said in bold letters. Shawn was silent during the drive. He wasn’t even on his phone.

“Auntie Li,” I began, my voice hard, “where are our parents right now?”

“I don’t know. They didn’t tell me where they were going.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Why not?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Oh sweetie, I know it’s hard, but why would I hide anything from you? You know I don’t keep secrets.”

The strafing beams from the passing streetlights illuminated the stack of papers sitting in the passenger seat. It looked like a person, partially visible and ominously mysterious. I fidgeted in my seat.

We pulled into the driveway next to our Audi. I bolted into the kitchen to open the drawer where we keep our keys. The keys to the Audi were still there. I slammed the drawer shut.

I unpacked my treasure box, grabbed my diamond and ran back to the tile floors in the kitchen. The tiles were cold. I scraped the floor with my diamond, but the tile did not scratch. Instead, this rock in my hand now had an unsightly abrasion.

I fled back to my room, running so Auntie Li couldn’t see my face. This chest was still open. Lying in bed, I faced the wall and away from the rest of this house.

The Great Queen Nicole joined the party unnoticed, entering the main hall of her mansion through a side door. She wore a majestic blue gown, an emerald necklace, and a gold ring. More than a hundred elegant figures had gathered, chatting in groups, holding wine glasses and small desserts. She hid in plain sight at her own party.

A handsome man walked up to her, got down on one knee, and asked for her hand in marriage. Thinking she had misheard, she stepped closer. The man held out a diamond ring. It was Marcie’s. When Nicole recoiled, he smiled, triumphant. We’ve finally found her, he announced to the hall: this is the Great Queen Nicole! 

She looked around in horror. He started laughing. Everyone else was laughing too. The jewelry shattered in a flash of crystalline dust. The elegant tapestries crumpled into the floor and the walls of the great hall collapsed, leaving her under the open sky. She was alone and the night was dark.

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[magicaloctopus333]

I’m sure I’m not the only one who has done the professor in booty shorts- I see you there . But! I still wanted to show off my doodle page that went beyond doodles. Can you guess which took the most time?

[chemicalmagecraft]

Taiyuu OCT Round 3

@taiyuu-oct

Character Nicknames: Keikei-sensei: Unbreakable Fuwa-chan: Zuruko Kayaki Boron: Nerva Rekka Akai-chan: Naishin-Sunomu Seisho Yuu-chan: Mochizuki Tofu

x x x

Yukino tapped her claws against her notebook as she sat in Keikei-sensei's "classroom." She scoffed. It wasn't so much a classroom as it was a field with a packed dirt stage. But hey, that was pretty much Taiyuu's brand at this point, wasn't it? Dirt-cheap, in both their construction and their ability to actually act like a real hero school, fang'si! Honestly the only reasons Yukino hadn't left yet was that Niichan assured her it'd be less complicated to just wait it out until break and Fuwa-chan finally figured out that her Quirk had an off button. Though... Yukino was still skeptical of how abrupt it was after about ten years of supposedly having no control over it at all and how close it was to Yukino complaining about the whole "hey, I'd like to not have my mind fucked with without my permission on a daily basis" thing, but apparently she HaD aN ePipHaNy so it was all good and should not be looked into further.

All the same, Yukino was still keeping her notes on the sheep girl. And Taiyuu was on thin ice with Yukino. If she felt like they weren't properly ensuring the safety of all of their students again, she would not be happy. And she'd probably involve her family in her discomfort with Taiyuu more than she already had. And if that happened- Yukino sighed and took a few deep breaths. At some point the cover of her notebook had frosted over a little under her claws. Ugh. She was better than just letting her Quirk slip out like that. It didn't look like the frost had bled through to the other side, thankfully. Yukino wiped off a bit of frost, then opened up her notebook. She was actually really looking forward to today's assignment... or maybe activity would be a better description? Today they were going to be showing off their hero names and costumes! Yukino had been looking forward to this for years, and even the recent events hadn't been enough to put a damper on that.

Though... Yukino thought that maybe the timing wasn't the best. They were tasked with getting their costume sketches together about when midterms were announced, with the due date being after midterms were over. Supposedly it was to take everyone's mind off the midterms, but really it was just piling up more work on top of the midterms. Of course, Yukino did pretty well on her midterms, she'd made sure to keep on top of her studies. And she'd finalized her costume design like a year ago, after getting feedback from her pro hero relatives on it too. But she could see her classmates having some trouble balancing the workload. Yukino didn't think it was malicious, of course, but just like everything about Taiyuu it was haphazard and a little mismanaged.

Yukino shook her head and slapped her cheeks. If she kept thinking like that she'd probably get herself worked up again... She took another deep breath, then looked at her design notes again, giving herself a bit of a reminder. She'd practiced what she wanted to do to show off her costume since she had the idea for it, but it was a little complex so she still wanted to refresh her memory. She quickly made a little ice statue, just as practice. Then she ground it down to diamond dust before anyone could get a sneak peek. After she was done with that she turned her attention back to the presentations. Okay, maybe she should've been paying more attention to her classmates, but in her defense she was kinda in the back of the "classroom" and almost everyone only had drawings or rough sketches of their costumes that they were describing for the class. Yukino's eyes were good, but not that good.

Ooh, Boron was going up next. They announced that their hero name was The Flaming Hero: Supernova, pretty nice. Their costume seemed to be some kinda light robe, with a mask and leg wrappings instead of shoes. Plenty of bare skin, to help vent heat. It sounded pretty cool, so Yukino couldn't wait to see them wearing it. Next up was Akai-chan, and wow she already had her outfit somehow. How did Yukino miss that? Akai-chan was wearing a red han'fu and a mask, with her hair done all fancy. Yukino certainly liked it. She took the stage and explained her costume choice. Apparently there was armor under that han'fu, which Yukino thought was... kinda neat, actually. "I have chosen Blood Lightning as my hero name," Akai-chan finished with, accentuating it by brandishing a hand covered in red lightning.

Hot.

Next up was Yuu-chan! Yukino was kinda excited to see her roommate's hero costume, to be honest. "I want to make my hero name... Tofu," he said when he got to the stage. "I've been using Yuu as a name more now, and I want my hero name to be something nice and friendly." Yukino nodded. That was probably a good reason for a hero name, and Tofu was nice and simple. It kinda reminded her of Deku, to be honest. He described his costume, which he said he hoped would make him look friendly and comforting. There was a light robe with a ginkgo leaf pattern, a little tail thingy, and a black turtleneck with black leggings underneath it. And finally, he had his usual box mask, except the hero costume one had a cute smile drawn on. Yukino smiled at the mental image of it.

After Yuu-chan sat back down, Yukino decided to get up. "Can I go next?" she asked.

"Of course!" Keikei-sensei declared.

Yukino nodded and walked over to the stage. She took a deep breath as she did, calming her emotions and collecting her thoughts. She grinned as she jumped onto the stage. The nice thing about constantly having to keep an iron grip on her emotions at all times was that somewhere along the line Yukino had become pretty decent at putting on a cheerful face. "Alrighty!" she turned to face the class with a grin. She raised her hand to the sky, white vapor rolling off of it. "For my hero name, I've decided on The Diamond Dust Hero: Kuraokami!" As she said that, she made tiny shards of ice from her raised hand, causing them to swirl around her hand in a vaguely dragon-shaped cloud that glittered in the Summer sun. "A dragon god of snow is pretty fitting for me, right?"

The dragon coiled down her arm, then she stretched her other arm out to the side as the dragon flew around it. Yukino grinned. "As for my costume..." She activated her Quirk again with her outstretched hand. She formed the sculpture she wanted in her mind, ice crystalizing from moisture in the air under her palm. The dragon made of diamond dust swirled around the sculpture as it formed, slowly melting into water droplets that fell as her telekinesis failed. She didn't even plan it, but the last of the diamond dust melted away as the ice sculpture, a double-scale statue herself in her hero costume making a cute pose, was finished forming. Her grin widened a little. The class oohed and ahhed from the display.

Keikei-sensei clapped. "That was amazing! You certainly know how to show off your Quirk. Though I should warn you, due to how not everyone can make giant ice statues of themselves, your grade is going to be based more on utility and how you sell your costume than what the visual presentation is."

Yukino nodded and gave a thumbs-up. "That's reasonable. Don't worry, I didn't expect to just win with that alone. So, the costume!" Yukino pointed to the statue's frilly dress. "If you can't tell, those ridges are supposed to look like dragon scales, for the dragon theme. I figure it should have a kinda arctic color scheme, whites and light blues and stuff." Yukino cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks heat up slightly. "I... took inspiration from magical girl anime for the general design of the dress. Figured that'd be pretty cool-looking, plus it fits with my Quirk name, Cryomancy, and how it can look like spellcasting. And again, gave it a bit of an arctic feel." She patted her giant, icy skirt. "Plus, those frills will also add insulation to help keep my body heat in. I pretty much can't overheat and my Quirk makes me colder, so no sense not keeping warm. On top of that, I'd like to have a heating element similar to what of a lot of other heroes with cold-based Quirk drawbacks have. And the material the costume is made of should be flame-retardant. I can basically absorb fire, yes, but it's best to err on the side of caution, y'know? Also there are modesty shorts in case I have to kick something and heated pockets hidden in the skirt so I can warm my hands up."

Yukino switched to pointing at the staff her statue was holding in one hand. "Onto the equipment. I'm trained in fighting with a staff and can channel my Quirk through it, so that's a no-brainer. I'd prefer to have it made of metal, maybe aluminum or something, because I can channel my Quirk through conductive materials a little easier, but I can see why a metal staff might not be something you'd be comfortable giving a hero student in the first year." She pointed to the bow slung across her statue's back. "Again, I can use a bow with my Quirk." She held out her hand with a toothy grin and formed a few ice arrows, which she floated around her arm. "I can make my heatseeker arrows pretty quickly, then shoot them faster than normal arrows. And as the name suggests, I can alter the flight path in midair with my telekinesis." She disintegrated the arrows into diamond dust. "Next, it's a little hard to see with the frills in the way, which is kinda the point, but there are wrist-mounted grappling hooks hidden in the sleeves. Made specially so I can conduct my Quirk through 'em. Can use them to trip someone, take their weapons, restrain them, or hopefully a mobility boost. Plus I think they look pretty cool."

Yukino snapped her fingers, causing the statue to turn around. She'd made the statue with a bit of a raised base that was separated to form a moving part so she could turn it with minimal effort. The statue turned all the way around, revealing two raised bits in the bottom of the boot that it was kicking back as part of the pose it was doing. "It might be a little hard to see without any color, but there are bits on the bottom of the boots. On the real deal these would be made of metal and extend to bits touching my feet. My Quirk is basically touch-ranged, so if I wanna use my Quirk through my boots it'll make my boots colder either way. Having small, conductive bits at the bottom should make it efficient enough that if the boots are also heated it won't freeze my toes. And I imagine being able to use my Quirk from my feet as well as my hands is gonna be useful."

And now for the big finisher. Yukino turned the statue back around and hopped onto the base. She took a deep breath, then slowly raised the statue a little. The other purpose of the base was that the raised bit that kept the two halves from misaligning when she turned it around also let her raise the statue up slightly without making the statue wobble, which would probably make Yukino slip up and fall. This was already stressful enough without that. But Yukino had already decided she'd raise the platform with her on it for the end of the presentation, so there was no turning back. She just barely managed to keep from shaking as she felt the platform she was standing on be supported only by her telekinesis. Now the worst part. Yukino jumped, kicking her leg back to copy the pose her statue was making. She lost her balance a little when she landed on one leg, but managed to rebalance with only a bit of wobbling. Yukino sighed in relief, then copied the cute pose and expression of her statue. "And that's The Diamond Dust Hero: Kuraokami!"

Yukino slowly put the statue down, then stepped off. She snapped her fingers, then started to disintegrate her statue. She lifted it upwards, making the powdered ice swirl around it as the statue was quickly chipped away. Soon it was a cloud of diamond dust swirling in the air above the stage, then Yukino made the cloud explode. The tiny bits of ice scattered through the air, most of it melting into raindrops before they could hit her classmates. Yukino grinned as Keikei-sensei and some of her classmates clapped. "Thank you, thank you." She strutted back to where she was sitting. That was fun, but the end was a little tiring... Still, she'd paced herself enough that she wasn't that tired. "Right," she said, "who's next?"

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[fandom-madnessess]

Hi !! Just wondering if you could write a Magnus/Alec where Alec is in a really crappy mood and he's grumpy and tired and Alec makes it better with cuddles etc. ? Thanks anyway, and I really love your writing btw xx

Magnus Bane/Alec LightwoodRating: G, Word Count: 1791Fluff, Canon Universe (sort of), Grumpy Alec, POV Alec♥Read on AO3

Alec wants to back out the door the moment it closesbehind him and the voices from the living room filter into the hallway, butbefore he can Magnus appears in the living room entrance. Seeing his boyfriend,all dolled up, hair and make-up and clothes perfectly coordinated, a surprisedbut happy smile on his lips, loosens some of the tightness in Alec’s shoulders.

‘Alec,darling!’ Magnus greets him. He movesto pull Alec in, already tilting his head up for a kiss, but stops when he seesthe look on Alec’s face. He lightly holds oneof Alec’s hands and brushes a thumbover Alec’s knuckles. ‘What are you doing here? Iseverything okay?’

‘I’m sorry. I should’ve called first,’ Alec says, nodding towards theliving room. He can’t see who’s in there, but from the way Magnusis dressed it must be other important Downworlders, probably Warlocks. ‘I can go.’

‘Nonsense.’ Magnus waves away the protests. Hesqueezes Alec’s hand. ‘Talk to me.’

Alec clenches his jaw and strangles the shoulder strap ofhis duffel bag. He doesn’t evenknow where to start. The Clave has had him drowning in paperwork for the pastweek, he’s barely had any sleep or been outside, and his mother,well, let’s just say she’s been making very clear she does notapprove the majority of his recent life choices. Isabelle and Jace had interruptedanother fight and gotten him out of The Institute before he did something thatmight get him stripped of his Runes.

‘Maryse,’ he finally says.

‘I havea gym with a punching bag, if you need it.’

Alec shakes his head. ‘Ishould let you get back to your guests. I can go someplace else.’

They both know that’s notentirely true. Yes, Alec could go to Luke’s oreven Simon’s, but those options are onlymarginally better than going back to The Institute. Luke is a good guy, but theother Werewolves are not very fond of Alec, and Alec finds Simon annoying onthe best of days, which this definitely isn’t.

‘If youdon’t mind being on your own for a while,you can pick any other room in the house to stay in,’ Magnus suggest. ‘It’ll be a while before I’m done here, though.’

‘It’s fine,’ Alecsays. He follows Magnus to the living rooms, nods a greeting at the Warlockssplayed on the couches and chairs, then keeps walking until he reaches Magnus’ bedroom. Magnus did say any room. 

When he steps inside, he finds it occupied by ChairmanMeow, stretched out in the middle of the bed, barely glancing up when Alec comesin. Alec drops his duffel next to the bed and continues on to the bathroom. Hedidn’t have a chance to showerafter training today.

Magnus’ showeris amazing. Perfect water pressure, the temperature adjusting the moment youchange the settings, and the showerhead is big enough that he doesn’t have to move around to get his entirebody clean. The only drawback is that Alec still hasn’t figured out which of Magnus’ body washes contain glitter and which don’t. Today, he doesn’t really care. He won’t be going back to The Institute oron a mission today, so if he ends up more sparkly than a pile of diamonds, theonly person seeing it will be Magnus. He’salmost disappointed when he finds out that the bottle he grabbed doesn’t have glitter.

Chairman Meow is still on the bed when Alec steps out ofthe bathroom. He pulls a clean pair of sweats and a tank top out of his bag,puts them one, and drops next to the cat on the bed. Chairman Meow rolls overso his back is pressed against Alec’s leg,and starts purring.

‘Whatshould I do?’ Alec asks him. He took somereports that he still has to read with him, but he’s still pissed off enough that he’s more likely to hand them to Chairman Meow as a chew toythan actually read them. There’s a TV,but he’s never really been one forwatching TV.

He looks around the room and finds a small pile of bookson Magnus’ nightstand. Some of thebooks look old, there’s evenwhat looks like a papyrus scroll, others look almost brand new. Alec grabs thebook lying on top, one of the newer books, and moves up the bed until he cancomfortably settle against the pillows.

Only a couple pages in, he’scompletely lost. The book appears to based on Greek mythology, but it’s set in modern day New York. Heflips to the first pages and finds that it’s partof series, and it’s not the first book. Nowonder he’s lost, he’s missing half the story. Not feelinglike looking for the other books in the series in Magnus’ library, he puts the book back on the pile and pokesChairman Meow until he looks up.

‘Youhungry?’

Chairman Meow is by the door in one elegant jump, lookingback at Alec with eyes that say I thoughtyou’d neverask.

‘Ofcourse you are.’ He picks Chairman Meow up,the cat climbing up until he’ssitting on Alec’s shoulder.

When Alec steps into the hallway, he realizes he has aproblem. There are a dozen Warlocks in the living room and there is no way fromthe bedroom to the kitchen without passing them—unlesshe’s willing to scale the side of thebuilding, which he isn’t—and he’swearing sweatpants and a tank top. No socks, no weapons, just a cat on his shoulder.He could wait until Magnus checks up on him and can spell him something to eat,but that might be hours. Besides, Magnus probably won’t mind. He’scomplained about Alec’smonochrome wardrobe, but he’salways seemed fond of the sweatpants and tank top combo. Isabelle and Jace willfind it hilarious when they hear it. His mom will probably be pissed, if sheeven finds out. Walking around like this doesn’texactly uphold the tough-guy image the Clave has created for its Shadowhunters.

That’s whatdecides it for Alec, the petty, private vengeance. He does move through thehouse as quickly and silently as he can. While he’s happyto stick it to the Clave today, he doesn’t wantto disrupt Magnus’ business any more than healready has.

In the kitchen he grabs a saucer, dumps some cat food onit, and sets it and Chairman Meow on the floor, before he goes searching foredibles for himself. Opening Magnus’ fridgeis always an adventure. It might hold a feast, but it might also hold things heneeds for his spells and potions, things that should not be kept somewhere youalso keep your food.

Today, Magnus’ fridgelooks pretty normal, filled with vegetables, meats, cheeses, spreads, and leftovertakeout. There are also a couple of jars with questionable contents, but Alecignores those. He grabs a little bit of everything, hunts down the bread, and makeshimself a variety of sandwiches. Then, he pours himself a tall glass of orangejuice. After a moment’sthought, he also puts an assortment of meats for Chairman Meow on the plate. Bythe time he has a neat stack of sandwiches and everything is clean and putaway, Chairman Meow has cleaned the saucer.

They make their way back to the bedroom, and Alec can’t help but think that if he dentedthe Shadowhunter image earlier, he’scompletely destroyed it now, with his pile of sandwiches and desperately tryingnot to trip over the loudly meowing cat that keeps weaving around his legs. Hereally wishes he’d grabbed a body wash withglitter.

After eating and feeding Chairman Meow a little more, Alecdecides to give that book another try. He likes Greek mythology, so even if hedoesn’t really know who half thecharacters are or what the exact plot is, it’ll keephim mildly entertained. He lies diagonally on the bed, his feet dangling offthe side. He’s barely gotten comfortablewhen little paws press against his lower back, kneading it into a comfortablepillow.

Surrounded by the sights and smells of his boyfriend, hisstomach full, his mind occupied with something other than the Clave or hisparents, and with the cat on his lower back, Alec finally starts to relax.

He gets pulled into the story more than he realizes, anddoesn’t realize Magnus came inuntil the mattress dips. Magnus lies down next to him, leaning on his elbows,and pressing their sides together.

‘Hello,’ Magnus says. He brushes Alec’s hair off his forehead and presses akiss to the corner of his mouth. Slinging a leg over Alec’s, he cuddles closer. ‘You didn’t make me lose my place did you?’ he asks, tapping the book.

Alec shows him where Magnus’bookmark is still in its place.

‘Good.’ Magnus brushes a hand through Alec’s hair again, looking very happyabout messing it up. ‘It’s almost dinner time, and we’re about to order in. You wantanything?’

‘Sure.’

‘Alright.’ Chairman Meow lets out a mewl andMagnus rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll get you something, too.’

Alec puts down the book and lies down completely. Magnusfollows him, his face so close to Alec’s thattheir noses touch. His hand is in Alec’s hairagain, alternating between brushing through it and scratching Alec’s scalp. Alec closes his eyes andhums.

‘Feelingbetter?’ Magnus whispers.

‘I do.’ He darts forward and presses a kissto Magnus’ lips. When he pulls back,they’re both smiling. ‘I didn’tdisturb you too much did I?’

‘I thinkthat little show helped, actually,’ Magnuslaughs. ‘They were quite impressedwith that pile of food.’

Alec chuckles. ‘Whatare you doing tomorrow?’

‘If Ican wrap this up tonight, nothing that can’t bepostponed for a day. You?’

‘I wasthinking of asking my boyfriend if he wanted to stay in, lock the doors, and donothing.’

‘I thinkyour boyfriend would like that.’ Magnuspouts and sighs. ‘Unfortunately, that means he’ll have to get back to his guestsnow.’

Alec sneaks in one more kiss before Magnus gets up.

‘Oh,before I forget.’ Magnus waves his hand, andAlec follows the swirls of purple until they reach the bed and a stack of booksmaterializes. ‘Here’s the rest of the series. For a people that prides itselfon physical prowess, you can be remarkably lazy sometimes.’

Alec raises his eyebrow, and smirks.

‘Thanks,’ he says. He doesn’t just mean for the books and thefood. From the way Magnus’expression softens, and the warmth in his voice when he says, ‘You’rewelcome’, Alec knows he understands.

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propeller/pile of diamonds shippers I’m starting 2 see where ur coming from. it’s giving real

My Hands Look Like This So Hers Can Look Like This

it’s cute. the flower boat is like “but you Know he’s super shallow right,” and the propeller is like I Can Fix Him… he Knows he’ll get that sweet rebound when the Diamonds completely fumbles it with God 🫡 best of luck sailor

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i didnt work on any of the Typical weekend stuff like i should have so instead i threw some shading n such on this Months old Pile of Diamonds Humanization/Gijinka/Whatever we're callin em in 2023

I think due to being (quote) "hacked [...] into tiny pieces" he has an overall cracked/jagged appearance and suffers chronic pain because of it. he used to dress in a MUCH gaudier style before that happened, but now he's into classy but comfortable clothes.

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For the Valentine’s Day thing, could I get a pile of diamonds and the propeller? (This ship started as a joke but I don’t think it’s a joke anymore)

I almost drew some Sadstuck abt the propeller Pining but i thought no... the pile of diamonds would be the perfect person to teach him abt Self Worth. say what u will abt him but he's definitely his own biggest fan imo. meanwhile i think the propeller struggles with that.

very cute tho, it gives huge 'my hands look like this so hers can look like This' vibes

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Guess who's back, back again-

Pile of diamonds probably really likes Tamatoa from Moana, I just imagine them alone and singing/playing "Shiny"

it's the ONLY song he ever sings when he takes a bath. literally just that.

they got sick of it so they made a fake C&D to give to him. it worked because he's not very smart

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wait since. the pile of diamonds, the bye bye brothers and the beast of gevadaun are french. how are they faring after the results of the recent world cup

you may refer to this chart

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I LIKE the big pile of diamonds. I think he’s a Very fun character. However I Also enjoy giving him the worst time of his (after)life. he’s a big star and he knows it but he takes So many Ls now that he’s in purgatory